The Greatest Gift

Literotic asexstories – The Greatest Gift by 68niou1,68niou1
Me and Josh Part I

“Let’s go to Zach’s house, he won’t care.”

“Are you sure? He just lets people over like that?”

“Of course he does! I basically lived there over summer, dude. Come on!”

We hopped into the truck, my boyfriend’s 1995 S-10 extended cab. I liked that truck a lot, mostly because he treated it like a truck. It was red, it was raised a few inches, and he put bigger tires on it. It was also a stick, another major plus.

Rigo and me sat in the back part of the cab, my boyfriend Josh drove, and Rigo’s girlfriend Josephine sat in front. She hated her name though, so we all just called her Jojo. Her knee was jacked up so she had this large demobilizing thing on it so that she couldn’t bend her leg, so she got shotty. “Oh well,” I thought. “No sweats.”

We drove across town to Zach’s house. His parents were somewhat liberal and they never cared if there were a million people over, as long as it didn’t get to loud. We’d had a few killer parties there during the summer before my senior year, and I couldn’t wait to get out of school for a replay.

We parked in the grass across the street and walked up to the house. Josh, Jojo, and Rigo had never been to Zach’s, so they were a little astounded when I walked in like I owned the place. We walked straight back to Zach’s room and opened the door.

“Jinger Girl!”

“Zachy Boy!” we greeted each other. He was a little surprised to see us all, but he seemed happy non the less because he was bored. “Sup?” I asked him, looking around his room.

“Bored,” he replied simply. We all sat down, Rigo and Jojo on Zach’s waterbed, and me and Josh on the futon. I leaned back and rested in his arms, contented. “So what brings yall over here?” he questioned.

“We were just bored at Jojo’s house,” Rigo replied. “We watched a movie and then we all just wanted out of the house.”

“Yes, and remember, Josh and I are sleeping here tonight,” I added.

“Yea, yea, yea… but it’ll cost you.” Zach replied.

“What! I already bought you a 12 pack!”

“Oh yea…” he remembered, and then smiled. “Okay! You can stay the night.”

“Thanks…” I replied sarcastically. We sat around bullshitting for a little while, making conversation. We were all seniors in high school, except for Jojo, who was a sophomore. Jojo’s boyfriend and mine both lived about an hour away and were visiting for the weekend. I guess Jojo really missed Rigo, because she leaned over out of nowhere and started making out with him. We tried to ignore it at first, but then Josh tilted my head towards him and began kissing me as well. I didn’t care that Zach was still there and probably watching, he understood how things go. I leaned into Josh and laid down on the futon. Josh moved so that about half of his body was on me, and he supported himself on his right arm.

I loved the way he kissed me; it was so passionate and deep. Sometimes he would kiss me really slowly, and pull away and tease me some. Then he would suck on my bottom lip, because he knew it drove me crazy. He sucked it a little hard, but not painfully, and I moaned to him. I couldn’t help it; his kissing was really getting to me. I wished that Zach and the rest of them weren’t in the room, so that we could do more, but they were, so I had to deal with it.

I could hear Jojo and Rigo really going at it, and at that point, Zach stood up. “Alright,” he announced. We all stopped kissing for a minute. “I’m going to go to the living room now, so have at it.” Zach was awesome like that; he understood that sometimes we just needed a place to go. He didn’t take it personal at all; it wasn’t that we used him. He never cared if that was the only reason we came over because we were all really good friends anyways. He turned off the bright light and turned on another one that was really dim and made the room super dark. “Have fun, kiddies!” he said, and walked out.

Josh turned to me and started kissing me again immediately. I had wondered before if I was a good kisser, but now I didn’t because I figured that if I weren’t, he wouldn’t kiss me this much. I put my hand on the back of his head and rubbed the short hair, pressing tighter when something felt really good. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I wanted to jump him right there, but I couldn’t, for two reasons, really. First, I wasn’t going to have sex in front of Rigo and Jojo. I didn’t really care, but I figured they would. And two, because Josh was a virgin. I had been with one other guy, and he and I dated for nearly a year total. I wanted Josh to make up his own mind about it, and I hoped that when he made his decision that he wouldn’t regret it. I was willing to wait forever for him, if need be.

He still turned me on like crazy, and I couldn’t help but fantasize what it would be like to feel him inside me at that time. I wanted to feel him slide in and out of my tight, soaked pussy slowly, kissing me at the same time. I wanted so badly for him to strip me down and take me. I started grinding into him in a slow, steady rhythm. I gathered by the small moan he issued that he enjoyed this, and hearing him respond to me drove me even more crazy. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth this time, pulling with my lips and brushing my tongue over his lip. “Mmmmm…” he moaned again, fueling me more. He sucked my lip into his mouth in response, and let his hand wander downwards to my breast. He squeezed firmly but gently, and I arched my back up to him. It felt incredible. I just wanted that moment and that feeling to last forever. “Hey! Hey! Hey! No funny business!” Zach shouted to us, barging into his room. “A hee hee hee!” he mocked us, knowing what he had done. Josh and I broke from our kiss and I couldn’t help but laugh. Zach had done the same thing a few days earlier when the boys came down while on their spring break. It was funny, but more so it was frustrating. He did it partially because I think he was jealous – not of Josh or Mike – but of the fact that he himself didn’t have a girl. He walked back out of the room, and Josh and I continued where we left off.

We started kissing slowly, as if speaking to each other with touch. I let my hands slide down his well – toned arms and then back around his head. I thought he had a very sexy body, and I loved having my hands all over him. He had a medium build and his muscle had nice definition. As I slid my hands over his back and I could feel the muscle and I thought again of him inside me. I saw it in my head from a spectator’s point of view; watching his muscles ripple with each stroke inside me. I sucked his lip into my mouth and nibbled on it a little, turning myself on more. He moaned to me quietly again, and I felt a flash of heat travel to my groin. This boy was driving me absolutely crazy.

I grinded myself into him again, and me moved his thigh between mine. I started dry fucking his leg, and I managed to angle it so that it was the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. I continued fantasizing and kissing him, feeling myself building up. This was crazy, my last boyfriend couldn’t make me come for anything, and Josh hadn’t even touched my pussy yet! I grinded a little harder, continuing to think about his hard, long cock inside me. It was really building up, and I knew it would be soon. I hadn’t masturbated in a week and I had a lot of tension built up.

“Crap!” Jojo yelled.

Breaking from our kiss, I said, “What, Jojo?” I was half furious; I wanted to come so badly.

“We gotta go, we’re supposed to be home in ten minutes.”

Josh looked at me, “So, are we going to drop them off and come back here?”

“Yeap,” I responded. I couldn’t believe my luck. What timing! I felt my pussy still soaked and on fire. I was so close!

Jojo and I brushed our hair, trying not to look too roughed up. We all straightened our clothes and walked out of the room. We walked to the front door and began walking outside.

“Hey Zachy Boy, we’re going to Jojo’s, wanna come with?”

“Sure,” He responded, and put his shoes on.

I was last out of the house and I shut the door, still frustrated. We walked out to the truck. “Jojo!” I shouted to her. “Come here I gotta tell you something!” she walked over to me, curious. She had a smile on her face, and I guessed she had got what I wanted. “We were making out, right? And I was grinding into his leg and it felt so good Jojo, and then I could feel myself building up.” She looked at me and her eyes got really big. They always did that when I told her something juicy. “And I was getting really close, and the next thing I know I hear, ‘Crap!'”

She looked at me and realized why I was frustrated. She started laughing at me, she couldn’t help it. “That sucks soooooo bad,” she said to me, understanding what was wrong.

“I know! I need to come so badly right know Jojo, you don’t even know!” We started half yelling, half giggling; making no sense. The boys waited patiently for us to finish the conversation and get into the truck. Zach had hopped into the bed of the truck, and Rigo was waiting for me to get in first.

Rigo and I piled into the back of the cab, Jojo and Josh up front.

“Jojo it’s not fair!” I whined to her. She giggled in response. Rigo looked at me, confused, but not sure if he wanted to know what was going on.

“Blue Lips!” she shouted.

“What?” I was puzzled. “Oh!!!!” I realized, and couldn’t help but laugh. Rigo looked curious, so I motioned for him to come closer so I could whisper into his ear. I explained briefly what was wrong, and he confided he was having the same problem. I laughed at the coincidence, but I still couldn’t ignore the burning between my legs.

Now everyone knew but Josh, who was no doubt very curious as to what was going on. “Does Josh know?” Jojo asked.

“No, I’ll tell him later.”

“Can I tell him now?” she asked eagerly.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure,” I said.

Lacking any tact whatsoever, Jojo told Josh what was wrong with me. “You gave Jinger blue lips,” she explained. “She doesn’t have balls so she has blue lips instead of blue balls.”

Rigo started to poke a little fun at Josh. “No!!” I yelled, “it’s not his fault, he didn’t know!” I defended him. We all started laughing, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Josh was thinking.

We drove to Jojo’s house in basic silence, listening to the radio. I whined again and Jojo laughed at me again. “That’s so funny!” she teased.

We arrived at her house a short time later and all walked in and sat on the couch. I was thirsty, so I knew Josh was too. I could read his mind like that. I made us both Tampico, the freakin’ best orange juice in the world. I loved that staff, and Jojo always had some. We gulped down our juice quickly.

“Let’s watch a movie,” Jojo suggested.

Josh and I walked over to the movie cabinet. Jojo’s dad had a ton of DVD’s, and Josh and I couldn’t pick one to watch.

“Zach!” I shouted.

“What?” he asked, walking over to us.

“Pick a movie, we can’t,” I told him.

Josh and I walked back into the living room and sat down on the loveseat. He sat down first, and then I sat between his legs. Rigo and Jojo sat down on the full-sized couch, and left space at the end for Zach. Zach came back into the room with a big, shit eatin’ grin on his face.

“We’re watching Buzz Lightyear: Star Command!” he exclaimed.

“Fuck you, go pick another movie, Zach,” I responded, hardly amused.

“Nope, you guys told me to pick a movie so I did and we’re watching this!” He put the movie in the VCR and pressed play, and then eagerly took his seat on the couch. I was dumbfounded. I knew he didn’t really want to watch the movie; he had to just be screwing with us.

“ZACH,” I said flatly. “Change the movie, dude, this isn’t funny.”

“You guys change the movie and I’ll scream,” he promised. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but it was around 1200 at night and Jojo’s parents were asleep. Her dad would trip if he woke up because Zach was screaming.

“Zach, you fucker, change the damned movie!”

“Keep talking and I’ll scream,” he reminded me.

“ZACH!”

“You’re getting there!” he proclaimed, holding up his index finger and thumb about three inches apart.

“Zach, this isn’t fucking funny, dude. Change the movie!”

“Almost!” he closed his fingers by an inch.

“Zach!” I whined. “PLEASE!”

“Closer!”

“Zach please please let us change the movie!”

His fingers were now only a half-inch apart. I knew he’d scream, too. He didn’t care. Jojo’s dad already didn’t really like him because he had heard about a party Zach was trying to throw after an ROTC dance. I gave up.

“You assmunch…” I trailed off. The movie started playing. Cheap animation, predictable and oh so boring plot line. I was asleep in about five minutes.

I woke up a short time later. The movie was still on. I rolled my eyes. Zach didn’t want to watch it; he was just screwing with us. Fucker. Jojo had hopped online and Rigo was still sitting on the couch.

“Why don’t you guys go if you don’t want to watch this?” Rigo said simply.

“Come on, Josh, let’s go!” I said. I wanted out of there. “Bye Jojo, bye Rigo. See ya’all tomorrow.” We walked out of the house and got into the truck, and then headed back to Zach’s house.

“I feel sleep drunk,” I stated bluntly.

“Sleep drunk?”

“Yea, like, I’m sleepy as hell, my eyes won’t stay open and I feel silly. But my mind won’t shut up.”

“Oh, okay…” Josh replied, mocking understanding.

“Oh, shut up,” I laughed. We listened to music on the way back, just enjoying each other’s company. I had to give Josh directions, as he still wasn’t used to my city.

“I’ll get it sooner or later,” he remarked.

We pulled up to the street and parked on the side of the road again. We walked into the house, and Zach declared he had to go to the bathroom. Josh and I walked into Zach’s bedroom and I picked up my bag to change into bedclothes. I pulled out a Florida Gators T- shirt and a pair of shorts. I took off my shirt, a little embarrassed, as I was changing in front of Josh. I guess I was nervous, because I didn’t know what he would think of me.

It’s not that I consider myself ugly; I just am really self-conscience. I’m 5’4″, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and athletic. My body isn’t what I would call toned, but it’s getting there. My waist is about 29″ at the smallest point, but my hips are 36″. My best asset though, is probably a nice 34C chest. I work out so I have a good amount of muscle helping to support my breasts. And even though I’m a C cup, they really don’t fall much when I take my shirt off.

Josh, like I said, has a nice medium build. I love his arms, nice and toned. He doesn’t quite have a six-pack, but you can still see the muscles there. He’s around 5’10”, I think, and about 150 lbs. Maybe 160, I can’t remember. He’s got medium brown hair and he never puts gel in it when I’m around because I love to run my hands through it. His best asset has got to be his Hollywood smile. It’s simply priceless.

We laid down on the waterbed, comfortable as hell. I sighed in happiness, just blissful in the moment.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asked. It was a frequent question between us. I have always wished I could read minds, and I’m always wondering what people are thinking. I guess I got him in the habit of wondering too, or maybe it’s just because we’re that alike. Seriously, if we talked about our likes and dislikes, and came up with 50 different things, we only had four differences in opinion. Luckily, he’s always leaned Gators, so I’m happy. If not… well, we might not still be together.

“Just that I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I responded. It was close enough. I was thinking about how lucky I am to have him.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” he said with a smile. I love seeing him smile, it’s the “bestest.” His smile was wide and awesome in a Prince Charming kind of way.

“Thank you.”

He leaned over top of me and started to kiss me. I didn’t used to like kissing before him, but he was just so good at it. I guess that you just have to find the right one. I loved kissing Josh, couldn’t get enough of it. It was great.

Zach blasted through the doorway and sat on the futon. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I responded. I really didn’t care that he broke our kiss. It was his house, after all. “You’re a dick.”

“Why, Jinger Girl?”

“Because, Zachy Boy, you tried to make us watch that fucking movie.”

He started laughing at me. “I was just getting you guys back.”

We talked for a little while, about nothing really, just bullshitting. Zach looked at us, as a couple, with longing in his eyes. I couldn’t help but feel bad. I wished that I could find him someone. Trouble was that he would have to go through what Josh and I were going to have to go through – the Navy. We both were leaving (Zach and I) for Navy boot camp during the summer. Josh and I were determined to make it work. I knew from experience that they could work, under the right circumstances. I was a seasoned long distance relationshipper, if you want to call me that. There was a long moment of silence, and Josh leaned in and kissed me again. Agh, the kid made me melt.

“Alright, I’ll leave you too alone. I’ll be back at 0345.”

It was 0315, that gave us a half an hour. Josh wasted no time. He started kissing me again, and it started getting really hot. I really wanted him, but I didn’t do much, because I wanted him to decide a yes or no as to losing his virginity with a clear head and enough blood in the one on his shoulders to think.

We were lying side by side, and he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him.

“You like this, huh?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Oh yea, it’s that whole ‘girl taking over’ thing,” he replied. I bent down and kissed him. I couldn’t help but be turned on by it, too. He kissed me slowly, and I sucked his tongue deep into his mouth. He moaned to me, a little louder than before, and I just wanted to strip him down right there. I wanted to tear off our clothes, lay him down, and hop on. All I had to do was look at him and I got turned on, so feeling his soft, full lips on mine drove me crazy.

I started rocking back and forth on top of him, his dick between my clothed pussy. I could feel his rock beneath me, and I pushed down just enough to titillate my clit. It made me want him inside me that much more, and I couldn’t help but fantasize. I slid up and down his cock. We continued kissing, and he pulled my shirt up and exposed my bare chest. He pulled me forward, and then started sucking on my nipples. I felt a flash of heat travel to my pussy and I didn’t think I could take much more. I tried to control my thoughts a little, not wanting to get too carried away. It was just so hot to me, though, I really couldn’t help it. I started seeing us in our current position, but without clothes. I’d be bouncing up and down on his cock, feeling his long, hard dick plunging in and out of me. I wanted so badly to feel that, but I kept my feelings to myself. I really wasn’t out to take his virginity.

He sucked hard on my nipple, slightly painful, but not unbearable. He reached his hands around on my back and touched me lightly and caused me to quiver. My back is highly sensitive, and I couldn’t help but writhe at his touch. He brought me closer to him and he kissed me again, but this time slowly and lovingly. I felt like I was in heaven. It had never been like this with my last boyfriend, and my ex and I had been together for 11 months.

My arms were getting tired, and so we rolled over and he was on top of me, lying between my legs. He kissed me some more, sucking on my lip and tongue. I did the same to him, and started grinding into him. I couldn’t help it – my body knew what it wanted. He broke from our kiss and started to tell me something.

“Well,” he began, “if you haven’t figured it out by now, I want you to be my first.”

I was in shock. Not complete shock, I had a feeling I would be his first. He had dropped numerous hints to me, but I hate assuming anything. My heartbeat accelerated and I could feel it pounding in my chest. I knew that losing his virginity was a big deal to him – he had waited 18 1/2 years already.

I kissed him deeply, as I didn’t have words. I mean, what do you say to that? “Thank you” would sound ridiculous. So I spoke through tongue and lips. But then I started thinking again. I felt so much for him, and I was really willing to do nearly anything to make and keep him happy. I couldn’t really be content unless he was.

“Josh…”

“Yeah?”

“If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” Silence. Neither of us said anything for a second, he just gave me a big kiss. “You don’t have to say it back, I don’t want you to say it unless you mean it. And I’ve been thinking that for a little while now, it’s not just because you want me to be your first.”

He kissed me some more, and I felt like Velveeta in the microwave. Everything was awesome.

“I love you, too,” he finally replied.

Heaven! I couldn’t have been happier. We started kissing really passionately. I wasn’t thinking about what I’d like to do with him anymore, I was still horny, yes, but it wasn’t about that.

We stopped kissing after a while and I lay down in the bed beside him. He, Zach, and I all agreed to sleep in Zach’s bed, because it was more comfortable and there was plenty of room. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did somewhat remember Zach coming into his room and laying down.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning bright as the sun, even if I didn’t look the part. Josh woke up, and after he was out of the bathroom I went. I brushed my hair and teeth and washed my face. Life was good.

We left Zach’s house a short time after that and went back home. Saturday passed fairly uneventfully. Josh made some serious bonds with my little brother, and my brother even said to him, “You’re like the older brother I never had.” Adorable.

We went to Jojo’s house sometime in the evening and then after that we went to Zach’s house again. This time we brought Jojo’s older sister Ciskei (pronounced ‘sis – key’). She was bored and we figured that she and Zach could chill and stay off of our backs. How wrong were we.

After the initial bullshittin’, the couples started making out again. Josh and I were on the bed, and Jojo and Mike on the futon. Zach and Ciskei decided to be commentators on the making out session.

Using Jojo’s cell phone, Zach called Ciskei to record the commentary on Ciskei’s voicemail. “And as you can see here,” Zach started, talking about myself and Josh, “the male species has placed his hand on the female species’ ass, to further enhance the sensations of making out. The female species is grinding her pussy into the male, obviously enjoying herself.”

“Zach! Shut up!” I yelled, laughing.

Josh moved his thigh between mine and I started to dry fuck his leg. “And now the male is allowing the female to dry fuck his leg, when we all know he wishes it were his dick.”

Zach and Ciskei started singing part of a current rap song; they kept repeating the words, “grinding and grinding and grinding…” I didn’t care though, it felt good, and I was grinding into him.

“ZACH!” I protested. I couldn’t believe him sometimes.

Zach and Ciskei kept laughing, and then started commenting on Rigo and Jojo. That didn’t last long, as I guess Rigo and Jojo didn’t put on as good of a show. Oh well.

The end of the night finally came, and we all left Zach’s house. We took Rigo, Jojo, and Ciskei back to their house, and then went to mine.

“Why aren’t the cars here?” I asked my sister as I walked through the front door.

“Rene had to go get dad, he didn’t have a ride home. I think he’s getting the van looked at.” My younger sister replied.

“Oh, so he’ll be home soon?” I asked, wishing the answer was no. I was eager to continue where we left off.

“Yea, they should be home in a little bit.”

“Aight, thanks,” I finished, and walked into my room. Josh and I changed into bedclothes, and I had to let him borrow my PT shorts because he didn’t have anything else. I found it cute, to see him in my clothes. They weren’t faggity, don’t get me wrong. The shorts went nearly down to his knees.

We went into the living room and started watching a movie so that when dad came home we wouldn’t have to worry about dad giving us crap, and because Josh had yet to meet my dad. We started flipping through the channels, and Josh lay down in my lap with a pillow under his head. A few minutes later, the door opened.

“Boy, who the fuck do you think you are laying on my daughter like that!” my dad shouted at Josh.

He popped up out of my lap and looked at dad. “Hello, I’m Josh,” he said, fairly unphased.

Dad shook his hand. “Tarzan,” he replied. Tarzan is dad’s nickname from way back. It’s a long, silly story. “I figured you were Josh, I just had to give you a hard time,” dad told him.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

We started watching Formula 51, a screwy movie about drugs, lying, and manipulation. It was ingenious, the story, but the movie was a little on the fucked up side. After the movie, dad went to bed. A few minutes later, Josh and I resided into my room.

I had agreed not to sleep in my bed that night, so that Josh could sleep there. I slept in my sister’s queen size with her, because there was plenty of room. But we didn’t have a bedtime, so it was really just a matter of where I woke up.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I saw Josh on the floor, pumping out push-ups. I froze in the doorway, baffled.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Why not?” he responded.

I did have to admit it was sexy to watch him PT like that. I didn’t say anything, though.

We lay down on my bed and just started chit chatting. I turned off my bedroom light, and turned on my black light and the Christmas lights that went around my room. It produced the softest glow.

Josh was being really goofy. I had never seen or heard him like this. He was just insanely hyper, bouncing around, talking at 90 million words per minute, jumping on top of me and tickling me. It was refreshing, to see someone else who could be goofy as hell and all. It was made even better because I knew I was the source of this boundless happiness.

Then he did a 180 and got really serious. He started telling me about some problems he had as a child and was having now. It was really awesome that he could talk to me like that, but I was still baffled by the hyperness.

It got really late, but we didn’t care. I guess it was around 0430 when we started messing around. It started with slow, tender kissing. I had a habit of rubbing the back of his head as I kissed him, and this was no different. He pulled me closer to him, and then our bodies were firmly pressed against one another. I was so in love with him, this was all I could ever want. I really wasn’t thinking very sexually, I had calmed down since earlier that night. I just thought about how good it felt to have him next to me.

He rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I couldn’t help but smile; it was obvious that he liked this position a lot. He slid his hands up my shirt, around my back. He was really tentative about how much he touched me. I thought it was absolutely charming, and I wasn’t used to it at all. He didn’t want me to think that he was only after “that,” and it was obvious that he really wasn’t.

I continued to rub myself with his dick by sliding up and down. I stopped kissing him for a moment and asked, “What are you thinking?”

He paused, and then replied, “I was wondering what you would do if I started taking this off,” he said, pulling on my T-shirt.

I laughed softly. “I’d probably help you.”

We started kissing again, and a short time later he was pulling my shirt up. I sat up a top him and took off my shirt, my chest now fully exposed. There was plenty of light in the room, and I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscience. I bent down towards him in a half push up position and started kissing him, becoming comfortable with being topless. I knew that he was a breast man, and I just hoped that he was happy with what he saw.

“Jinger,” he started a short time later. “What would you say if I told you I was ready?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew I was going to be his first, but I didn’t think that it would be that soon.

“I would want you to be totally sure; I don’t want you to regret anything,” I replied, and started kissing him again. I somewhat ignored the comment, half wondering if he just wanted to see my reaction. I kissed him deeply, expressing my love with my lips. I wanted this happiness to last forever.

He broke from our kiss. “Jinger, I’m ready,” he said simply.

“Are you sure?” I said, trying to not relay the nervous feeling I was now getting.

“Yes.”

I couldn’t help but to be nervous. I was worried about what he would think about everything. It would be the first time he’d see me naked, and I was worried that he would be disappointed. I was also worried that he would think that I wasn’t tight enough. It wasn’t that I had been with a lot of guys, but I got my fair share of sex with my ex and I had no idea what he expected.

I climbed off of him and stood up. I smiled at him and said, “You kind of have to take your clothes off for this to work.”

He smiled and got off of the bed. He bent down towards me and we started kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him close. Man I loved kissing him!

He bent down and pulled off my shorts and underwear. That was it, I was fully exposed. We took off his shirt and then he took off his shorts and boxers. I tried not to stare, even though I wanted a good look at him. I knew he was nervous, and I didn’t want him to feel like he was under a microscope.

We kissed again, and I could feel his rock on my stomach. I couldn’t help but be turned on by it, to think I would finally feel it inside me in a moment. I looked at him and smiled, gestured to the bed, and said, “Lay down.”

“Just so you know, I don’t really come during sex, so I don’t want you to worry about me, okay?” It was true, I had come like once during sex, and that was because I was playing with my clit. It wasn’t that I never wanted to come, but this was his night. “And do what feels natural. Usually natural is what feels best.”

He wanted me to be on top, so that the pressure wasn’t on him. I was soaked, I had been thinking about this for quite some time so I knew he would slide in easily. I leaned over my bedside and got a condom out. I opened the wrapper, figured which way it opened, and moved on top of him.

I put the condom on slowly, loving the feeling of his hard cock in my hands. I was impressed by his size and girth. “Mmmm…” I thought just before I got atop him.

I moved forward and directed him into me. When I felt him right there, I let go and moved down slowly. I was just amazed, he felt *so* good inside me. I felt myself stretching a little, but not painfully. I continued up and down slowly, savoring him inside me. I leaned forward and started kissing him, started really making love.

That’s what it felt like. Love. It was so perfectly intimate and tender. Every touch was as soft as a rose petal. Each kiss sweeter than candy. I was in awe; I had never experienced it like this before.

His hands traveled to my hips, and he sped me up a little. It was a good sign to me, because to me it said that he was comfortable. I continued to slide him in and out f me, loving every second. I kissed him tenderly and I felt like butterflies inside.

“Let me try being on top,” he half whispered.

“Okay,” I agreed. Hey, this was his night. I didn’t really matter; I just wanted it to be perfect for him. I got off of him and lay down on the bed. He moved atop me and his cock slid perfectly back inside me. “Mmmm…” I moaned, not caring. He felt so damned good!

He started a slow pace, just going with it. He was kissing me earnestly, and I loved every second of this. He seemed to be in great control of himself, too. That was comforting, because I was worried he would be scared stiff, so to speak.

He started moving against me faster, and I responded by pressing my hand against the wall to push back, so that he could get deeper. It made my arm burn, but I didn’t care. I moaned to him, and he moaned back, both of us really enjoying each other.

He was just full of surprises, too. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a virgin, but he definitely held his own. He was lasting longer than I expected, which was awesome. He certainly had a lot of self-control.

He sped up a little more, and I could tell by his movements that he was probably getting closer. We were still kissing, and my left hand was on him as my right was pressing against the wall. The bed was squeaking like hell, but that didn’t bother me at all. It was like a reminder of the awesomeness that was happening.

“I’m coming,” he said softly, speeding up a little more. Then he slowed down dramatically, and slowly slid in and out of me still. I was really worked up, and I believed that had we kept going I would have got mine. Oh well, next time, I thought.

We kissed for a while afterwards. I felt amazing, just wonderful. “How do you feel?” I inquired.

“Incredible.”

We kissed some more, and then he pulled out and threw away the evidence. We dressed, and I went to the bathroom. I came back and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. I kissed him again, and he kissed me back. It was all so perfect, I thought to myself.

“I love you, babyboy.”

“I love you too, babygirl.”

I took my blanket and then went to sleep in my sister’s room, happier than I had ever been in all of my life.