Simon and Becky Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Simon and Becky Ch. 01 by Otazel,Otazel
I’m Simon, I’m twenty-three years old and I’m now sexually experienced. I say that with some pride because until only a year or so ago the most I’d ever done was kiss a girl, and that was a long time before. Now I’ve tried more things than most people do in a lifetime. It was when I met Becky that everything changed. I was, as you might say, fast-tracked through the world of sexual exploration, and the kinky part of it too. It has been a breathtakingly wonderful experience. I’ll try and tell you the story of how it happened, but it’ll take more than one chapter.

I’m the stereotype average guy, tallish, slimish, with mousy brown hair and acne scars. I’m also naturally a rather shy person, with very little self confidence and a bad case of insecurity. That’s just the way I was built, but the problem was aggravated by an incident that took place when I was just, and only just, thirteen. I was at a school friend’s birthday party and during a childishly innocent game of ‘postman’s knock’ it fell to me to kiss a girl named Andrea. It just so happened that I didn’t like her and she didn’t like me, so it was with some reluctance that I went through into the darkened hallway where she was waiting for me. What happened next was to shape my life for years.

As I went to self-consciously put my arms around her I accidentally – and honestly, it really was accidentally – touched her newly growing left breast. Her reaction was completely, and I believe deliberately, over the top. She ran back into the party in floods of crocodile tears, shouting and screaming, calling me all sorts of names and swearing to everyone that I’d tried to ‘feel her up’. The result was that I was sent home in disgrace to face my wrathful and suspicious parents. But worse was to come, because the next day Andrea put it around the school that I’d tried to rape her, and I was bullied mercilessly from then on. She never did set the record straight and I had to go through the rest of my school years with the nickname ‘Pervy Simon’. Whoever said that school kids can be cruel was a supreme master of understatement!

You can imagine that for someone with low self confidence anyway, this was quite devastating and had the effect of causing me to become something of a reluctant loner, someone with few friends and who avoided contact with the opposite sex at all costs. It wasn’t until I’d left school and began to develop my own new circle of acquaintances that I began to relax a little, but by then the damage had been done. I was now so far behind the level of sexual experience that my friends had reached, or at least the level they said they’d reached, that I daren’t go on a date in case my lack of practice showed through and I set myself up for further ridicule. The classic dilemma.

The result was twofold. Firstly I went through my teenage years, the years when I most people begin to experiment with sex, relying solely on my right hand to provide an outlet and I emerged into my twenties as a complete virgin. Secondly, because I still actively avoided any sexual contact I now picked up the new nickname of ‘Saint Simon’. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Isn’t it a wonderful world?

I’ve told you all that because it will help you understand what happened last year. You see I don’t want you to think I’m a woman hater, or that I’m a closet gay or anything.

Now, to cut a long story a bit shorter, myself and several friends went out one evening to celebrate one of them making it as far as twenty-one, with everyone getting rat-arsed but me as I was the ‘designated driver’ for the occasion. Yes, I still get all the fun! Anyway, at the end of the night I dropped everyone else off and then took the ‘birthday boy’ himself home, and as he was in no state to navigate his own way up the path I draped his arm around my shoulder and half walked, half dragged him into the house.

There I found that his twin sister was home with some of her friends, all of them drunk, having been out celebrating the same birthday. They were in a quandary, as their own designated driver, Becky, had been unable to resist and was as smashed as the rest of them. So my appearance was immediately seized upon as the answer to their prayers and I was somehow roped in to run home the two who could not sleep over. I assume they expected to be safe with ‘Saint Simon’.

One of them, Mia, lived quite close by and she was soon dropped off, but then I discovered that the other one, Becky, the erstwhile driver, lived out in the sticks and I had about a forty minute drive to deliver her home. I wasn’t over impressed by this, but as I’d promised to get her home, get her home I would. I remember wondering to myself if St. Simon was the patron saint of suckers.

About halfway into the journey Becky suddenly declared an urgent need to pee and, as the road was deserted, tree lined, and unlit, I just sighed and pulled into a gateway to let her do what was necessary. She stumbled from the car, slid down a little embankment behind the trees and disappeared from sight, whilst I sat and waited. It was a bright moonlight night and so I couldn’t see her getting into difficulties.

After what seemed an inordinately long time with no sign of her return I climbed out of the car and went in search of her, half expecting to find her in a drunken sleep on the grass somewhere. But as I got near the top of the bank I heard laughing and scrabbling noises and I looked over to find her half way up the slope, unable to climb any further and collapsed in a giggling heap. For some reason I never did discover, she had her knickers in her hand and, with her short tennis style, skirt rucked up, she was displaying a very shapely bottom for the world to see.

“I can’t get out of this hole”. She said, looking blearily up at me and waving her free hand in my general direction. “Give me a pull up, will you?”

“It isn’t a hole, it’s a hill,” I replied crossly, wondering why I’d let myself get talked into being a taxi service in the first place.

“Whatever it is, I still can’t get out of it.” She carried on waving an expectant hand at me.

“Alright, pull your bloody skirt down and cover yourself up, and then grab hold of my hand.” I resigned myself to helping her up and leaned over, extending my hand towards hers.

I had expected her to reach behind and adjust her clothes before taking my hand, so her next action caught me completely by surprise. Instead of reaching behind to her skirt, she suddenly giggled, grabbed my hand, and gave an almighty heave, pulling me off balance and down on top of her. Together we rolled down the slope and ended up in an untidy heap at the bottom. ‘Ha, fucking ha’, I thought, annoyed at myself for falling for such a childish prank.

“Oohh, that’s nice!” It wasn’t until she spoke, still giggling, but with a certain huskiness in her voice, that I realised that I had landed on top of her and that my right hand was placed fully and firmly over her left breast.

It was all happening again! Total panic overtook me, especially as my cock reacted by immediately becoming rock hard and pressing against her stomach. I had visions of all my troubles starting up again, another birthday bringing another accusation, except this time an allegation of attempted rape would see me behind bars. The irritation I’d felt at being kept waiting disappeared and was replaced by sheer terror. I jerked my hand away and tried desperately to roll away from her, but she grabbed hold of my hand, pressing it back against her breast, squeezing her hand over mine so that I could feel her stiffening nipple under my palm. Pulling away now just brought her with me and I ended up on my back with her lying half on top of me, still mauling her own breast with my hand. Becky was a tall, well built girl, not someone I could easily push away from me, but I kept trying.

“No, don’t stop, don’t you like it?” She had stopped giggling and was now panting, partly from arousal and partly from exertion.

Of course I bloody liked it, but I daren’t let it happen.

“Come on then, kiss me.” With that she clamped her mouth over mine, her tongue probing between my astonished lips.

I’d never been kissed like that before, in fact I’d hardly ever been kissed at all, and then it had been with mouth closed, so this was an experience and a half as far as I was concerned. For a moment I lay rigid from sheer disbelief, and then I felt her release my hand and I managed to pull it from between us. I put one hand on each side of her head and pushed, forcing her mouth from mine, momentarily mourning that lost kiss before common sense took over again. I held her head away from my face and looked straight into her eyes, realising in that instant that, drunk or not, here was one beautiful young woman.

“Stop it, Becky. We shouldn’t be doing this.” I spoke directly at her face, but I don’t think a word was registering. She was gazing down at me with eyes filled with drunken lust. “Come on, let’s go.” I went on. “I’ve promised to get you home safely.” I emphasised the word ‘safely’, but to no effect.

Her only reaction was to use the gap now created between us to pull up her top, freeing her breasts and deliberately offering them to me. “Suck them, Simon, come on, suck them, and suck them hard.”

“No, Becky, no!” I tried once more to pull myself from beneath her and the terror I felt finally gave me the strength to push her away, and I slid free.

But for all her drunkenness, Becky was much quicker than I expected and she flung herself over me, this time landing with her body diagonally across mine but facing towards my feet. One quick wriggle and she threw her leg over me so that she lay straddling me, trapping my head between her naked thighs and pinning my arms beneath her. For the very first time in my life a smelled the beautiful scent of a sexually aroused woman’s cunt. It was a gorgeous and intoxicating scent that made my cock harden even more and I hesitated to push her away again. I wanted, – oh, how I wanted – to bury my face in the join of those legs!

Things were rapidly getting out of hand now; I was becoming as horny as she was. I wanted very much to be like other men and have sex with a woman, and I knew that this was probably my best chance. All I had to do was lean forward and I could taste her. I was sure she would let me loose enough to run my tongue around her cunt lips and, possibly, even to fuck her. But then what if I didn’t do it right and she cottoned on to it being my first time? Would I be laughed at?

I made up my mind. I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t let anything happen between us. It would after all, I reasoned to myself, be a betrayal, a taking advantage of her drunken state, and anyway I was pinned down by her legs. In other words, I was chickening out, throwing away the best chance I would probably ever get. I desperately wanted it to happen, and at the same time I desperately wanted it not to, if you can understand what I mean.

All these thoughts took but the few moments of hesitation to race through my mind, but it was long enough for Becky to act. I felt, rather than heard, the sound of my zip descending and then her hand was wriggling its way into my boxers. The first feel of cool fingers closing around my hot hard shaft was just sensational – and I surrendered. I couldn’t fight my need any more and I lay passively while Becky pulled my cock out, even though she did actually hurt me trying to bend it through my fly. Then I felt her warm moist lips close over my head, her tongue working against my shaft, and I was lost. The feeling was so good, so utterly fantastic that she could do whatever she pleased as far as I was concerned, just so long as she didn’t stop. If she was going to try and set me up for sexual assault tomorrow, then so be it, and if she wanted to ridicule my inexperience, then that was ok too, just please don’t fucking well stop!

I did wonder for about half a second if I should try and take on an active role, but it was feeling far too fucking good to interrupt her, even if I was able to move and knew what to do, so in the end I just laid back and let her get on with it. That, in retrospect, was one very wise decision.

I don’t know if you can picture what was happening? We were lying at the base of a grassy slope, miles from anywhere, out of sight of the road (which is just as well as we were bathed in early summer moonlight), and surrounded by tree dotted pasture. It was just the sort of location that lovers dream of for their trysts, romantic and isolated, with just the hint of a risk of discovery to give it an edge. In other circumstances it would have been intensely erotic, but probably not when one partner is filled with anxiety and the other filled with drunken lust.

If anyone had been watching it must have looked to them as if we were in the classic sixty-nine position, with Becky on top, but in reality it was more of a ‘nine’ position as the ‘six’ was just lying there and taking it. The ‘six’, it must be said, was feeling little guilt but much pleasure. It would have made a stunning sight though, the gorgeous globes of Becky’s bottom and her strong shapely thighs must have been pale and clear in the moonlight, with only a narrow band of rucked up skirt separating them from her naked back and her mass of long dark hair.

Becky’s head must have been bobbing up and down as regular as an oil well. I couldn’t actually see from my position, but the alternate sensations of cool night air and warm velvet mouth on my shaft gave the game away, and felt simply wonderful into the bargain. Then I began to realise that, like it or not, I was soon going to cum and the recognition gave me a real adrenalin jolt. I’d never ever ejaculated with a woman before, and the prospect having my first one into her mouth was simply awe-inspiring. I lay there, my hands holding onto Becky’s legs, while I savoured the scent of her womanhood and the gathering tightness in my balls. But, of course, for me things never seem to go in straight lines.

No sooner had I reached the conclusion that she really intended to suck me off and then decided that it would be the best thing that ever happened to me, than she took her mouth form my cock, swung her leg over my head and clambered off. Of course, had I been able to react quickly enough, that would have been the ideal time to scramble clear, but I was no longer thinking along those lines, and besides, she was still holding onto my cock with her hand.

For a moment surprise ruled, then it was disappointment, then relief, then disappointment again. My mind was dancing through emotions like a kid at the fair, but before I could come to any concrete conclusions Becky was moving on, finally letting go of my manhood.

“Wait a minute.” She mumbled, speaking more to herself than me, and then she pulled her top off over her head before straddling me once more, but lower down and this time facing towards me. I wondered for a second what she was up to but then she grabbed hold of my shaft again and, shuffling herself into position, began to lower herself onto me. Then it was clear. She was going to fuck me! She was guiding my cock towards the beautiful opening between her legs. I was about to loose my virginity at last. I wondered for a delirious moment if she knew she was cherry picking, then I lay back and waited for it to happen with blissful anticipation. I had long given up any reticence.

But the first contact between my penis and a woman’s vagina was something of an anti climax, and certainly not the magical moment I was expecting Becky was still pissed, I was no help, and to put it in a nutshell, she missed her target and nearly broke me in half when she tried to lower herself onto me.

“Oh, bollocks,” That was her very unladylike answer to my cry of pain and the only comment she made.

It’s a wonder that I stayed hard and erect, but I did (although my impending climax disappeared) and she tried again. This time she was a little more careful and it worked. After a short and frantic fumble I felt the soft moist warmth of her tunnel engulf me and my virginity disappeared in history. And about bloody time!

The sensation was exquisite. I’d often wondered, and indeed fantasised about, what it would feel like when it finally happened, but the reality was far better than any fantasy. I can only describe it as sliding into a warm, moist silken glove that fitted perfectly, was just the right temperature, slid smoothly and easily over me, and then surrounded me with throbbing and pulsing perfection. Oh, it was just so fucking wonderful. Why on God’s earth had I never worked up the courage to try it myself and how did I go so long without it? I groaned with pleasure as she took me into her body.

For a couple of minutes she just stayed sitting on me with my cock buried up to it’s hilt inside her, then she shuffled around a little to adjust her position and began to rise and fall on my shaft. At first her strokes were slow and a little tentative, especially descending, so I guess she was trying to avoid another mishap, but as lust reasserted itself she speeded up, until she was going up and down as fast as she could.

From my point of view this was marvellous. Not just because of the unbelievable pleasure I was getting through my cock, but because the moonlight let me see her doing it. Her mouth was hanging partly open with the tip of her tongue just showing, there was a far away look in her partly closed eyes, and she had one hand on her thigh to prop herself up while the other was gripping the nipple of her left breast, rolling it between her fingers. It was a shame that she hadn’t taken her skirt off when she lost her top, because I’m pretty sure then I could have seen my cock sliding in and out of her, and that would have really been the icing on the cake for me, but even as it was the sight was wonderful.

Suddenly she leaned forward, placing both hands on my shoulders while still pounding herself on my cock, and whispered “Play with my tits.”

I would normally have been very reluctant to touch any tits, they had got me into too much trouble before, but this time I really, really wanted to. I felt a surge of anticipation run through me as I reached out to seize her gorgeous boobs, one with each hand. Of course, it sounds easy, but her movements were making them sway and dip and I fumbled before actually getting hold of them, but once I had they felt so, so good. My balls began once more to tighten in anticipation.

This was a new sensation for me, I’d never touched a naked breast before, but it was everything I’d dreamed of and more, the warmth, the soft skin, the texture, the resilience, I could go on for ages, but you all know what I mean anyway. I moulded them with my hands as Becky hissed her pleasure through clenched teeth. I didn’t know it then, but this was a sign that her orgasm was close, and I wondered for a moment if I was doing anything wrong. But then she cried out, a long guttural groaning cry in which the words “Oh God” were unintelligibly embedded and I suddenly realised that what was happening was different from the fake orgasms I’d seen in porn films.

As her orgasm swept through her she threw herself down on me and clamped her mouth over mine, still groaning as she pushed her tongue hard between my lips. Then she just hung on, her mouth on mine, her body flat against me, keeping my cock buried fully inside her as she slid up and down against me and let her climax run its course. Mine went away again!

For a little while she lay against me, breathing heavily and still moving her hips gently and sensually to maintain the sensations of my cock within her. Then she raised her head to look down at me much as I had done to her a little while before. But instead of complaining, as I had, she smiled, shook her head slightly as if in disbelief and spoke, the words carried on her breath almost as a whisper. “Christ, but that was good.”

Then, in a firmer voice. “You haven’t cum yet, have you?”

It was my turn to shake my head, but with the negative meaning. I was beginning to think it wouldn’t happen.

She smiled again, an almost apologetic lechery on her face. “Good, ‘cos I could do with that all over again.” With that she sat up and began moving her hips more firmly and deliberately, raising and lowering herself on my cock once more.

I think she was beginning to sober up a little now, for her movements were much more deliberate and coordinated, and she was making little grunting pleasure noises each time her bottom landed. Without really thinking I reached up and took hold of her breasts again, feeling the hardness of her nipples against my palms. I was intending to mould and squeeze her boobs as I had before, but Becky wanted more.

“Pull my nipples,”

My surprise must have shown in the moonlight, for she continued. “Go on, it’s all right, pull them, and pull them hard.”

Becky seemed to be sure of what she wanted, even if it was obviously pure lust that was making her talk that way, and she clearly expected me to comply. I wasn’t sure that the result would be pleasurable for her, but I gripped her nipples as instructed anyway and tugged on them, doing it fairly gently as I wasn’t sure what ‘hard’ meant.

“No! A lot harder than that! Go on, do it harder. I won’t mind if it hurts a bit, in fact I think I’d like it to!”

This was the first time I’d ever considered pain as a part of sex play. I mean, I’d seen BDSM films and read stories about sadists, and all that, but somehow it never occurred to me that the receiving party might enjoy it. So I pulled at them – hard, stretching the rubbery little nubs and pulling her breasts into points! Becky gasped and pulled back, doubling the effect. She was still bouncing up and down on my cock and the effect of that, and the strange arousal I began to feel from what I was doing to her, heralded the return of my build up to orgasm. My balls once more began to tighten and I felt that fantastic, almost painful, sensation begin deep in the root of my cock.

“I’m gonna cum soon!” I felt it only fair to warn her.

“So am I!” Her voice was tight from her own build up. “When I do, twist my nipples really hard, really, really hard, that will really do it for me.”

I wasn’t quite sure what ‘really doing it’ meant, but she clearly wanted it so I was only too happy to oblige, the thought alone brought me closer to my edge.

Her movements had now become erratic and disjointed, her breath was coming in gasps and I could see that she was nearly there. And so was I, in fact it was debatable at that point who would get there first, but just so long as Becky didn’t stop before I’d cum I didn’t really care!

Then. “Now! Do it now, twist them and pull them as well!” Her face was contorted in the moonlight.

Her pussy was now moving up and down my shaft as fast as it could and the pressure in my cock was almost at bursting point, so I gripped her engorged nipples between finger and thumb and twisted, screwing them in opposite directions and pulling as hard as I could at the same time. It must have hurt and I was sure it would be too much, but it seemed to be just what she wanted.

“Yyeeessssss!” The word came out of her as a scream and she pushed herself hard down on me as her climax hit. At the same time my dam burst and I shot spurt after spurt deep into her, clenching my teeth at the intensity of it.

As my cum poured into her I can remember thinking it was the most fabulous feeling I’d ever experienced, far better than wanking could ever be.

Soon it was over, too damn soon really, but at least I knew what the others were talking about now. I knew what they meant when they said they felt fucked too, because now my legs were trembling, my whole body was covered in sweat, my breath was coming in short hard gasps and my head was spinning. I felt completely and utterly spent, shagged out, knackered. What a glorious feeling!

Becky must have been feeling much the same, for she just collapsed down on top of me, her body was shaking uncontrollably and she was gasping in my ear, her arms wrapped tightly around me. For what seemed ages we just lay together like that, my cock softening and then slipping gently from Becky’s sopping pussy to lie wet and sensitive against her pussy lips. Then she turned her face towards me and smiled, that slightly apologetic look now in evidence again, but this time without the lasciviousness of the last time.

“Thank you for doing that.” She was thanking me? I didn’t understand, surely it was I who should be thanking her?

She must have realised my confusion. “Thank you for doing what I asked without judging me,”

The penny dropped – her tits. “It’s ok, really, I kinda enjoyed doing it.” Strangely enough, I had too!

She smiled again and did a strange little nuzzle into my neck. I felt somehow moved by this, though I couldn’t explain why.

By now our breathing was returning to normal, and after a little longer Becky levered herself stiffly off of me and reached out a hand to help me up. I was, as you can imagine, just a bit reluctant to take it, but I couldn’t see any drunken mischief left in her eyes so I reached out, to find myself hoisted to my feet with disconcerting ease.

“You’d better run me home now.” Becky was pulling her top back over her boobs as she spoke, then straightened her skirt and looked at me expectantly. She never even tried to find her long vanished underwear.

“Yes, Milady!” The sarcasm in my voice was playful and she realised it, smiling at her own words.

“Please.” She added, trying belatedly to tone down her imperiousness.

The rest of the journey was done in silence. Not the silence of a drunken or sleepy passenger, but that of two people deep in thought. What Becky was thinking I’ve no idea, though she looked to be much more sober than before, in both senses of the word. Myself, I was part glorying in my finally lost virginity and part wishing I could have got rid of it in better circumstances. Another part of me was wondered if the strong attraction I know felt towards Becky was due to what we’d just been doing, or was it for real. If it was for real then, Simon you just shit out again, ‘cos Becky is wearing an engagement ring. What a bloody head spinner, to say I felt confused was an understatement.

When we finally drew up it was outside an impressive little cottage, all roses and hollyhocks, certainly not the sort of place I’d have associated with her and I wondered idly who she lived with. She climbed out in silence and I thought that she was going to just walk off without saying anything, but she hesitated for a moment and then asked.

“Are you like that with all the girls you fuck? Do you always get then to do all the work?”

“That’s a stupid question.” I answered without thinking, because I was sure she must have realised.

“Why?”

So perhaps she hadn’t realised after all, but I’d virtually said it now anyway.

“I’d have thought you’d have known. I’d never been with anybody else before tonight.”

She obviously hadn’t known, because she stood rigid in shocked silence as if she didn’t know quite how to react. Then, after a moment, she kissed the tips of two fingers and placed them briefly against my lips, before she quickly turned and went in without saying another word, leaving me taken quite aback by her action.

My own journey home was filled with all sorts of thoughts, most especially that last fingertip kiss for some reason, until eventually I fixed my attention on the vision of her engagement ring and determined to put the episode behind me. Except, of course, that she would have my eternal gratitude for at least giving me a fleeting glimpse of what everyone else took for granted.