“You listened?” Liz responded in a surprised tone. “I guess I wasn’t even sure if you were still a virgin. So that makes my next question all that much more important. Are you ready now?”
Without hesitation I responded in the affirmative. “Somehow, I have always known it would be you, Liz. You that would take my virginity, teach me to be a good lover, make me a man.”
She smiled and leaned over for a kiss; her naked breast brushed my arm. As our lips met for the first time as lovers, an energy flowed between us.
After we broke off our passionate kiss, Liz looked me in the eye and said, “I know you look at porn and probably have a relatively good understanding of the female anatomy. Am I correct in assuming that you know what you will find between my legs?”
“I think so,” I responded with a little hesitation. “I am a little nervous about finding, well, uh, you know…”
“The hole?” Liz carefully interjected. “That is perfectly normal and something every guy worries about his first time. Just take your time and ask questions. One thing though, you are pretty large, bigger than most guys. Be sure to ask your partner if she is ready, or better yet, just let her guide you the first time.”
Liz parted her legs a little, took my hand in hers and pressed it to her warm furry crotch. “There is nothing to be afraid of down here,” she said quietly. “Do you feel that hard little nub? That is my clit. If you just follow this little valley between my labia, it leads right to my vagina,” she said as she pressed my hand downward. “That wet spot right there is my vagina.”
Liz turned her head toward mine, touched her lips to mine offering a gentle little kiss. “You will do just fine,” Her voice so calming, so reassuring. Is there anything else you want to talk about or ask me? This is an important moment in your life, and I want to make sure you are completely ready. If you want to just talk, we can. There is no rush.”
I shifted a little, trying to get some relief from my painfully hard boner as my fingertip continued to probe her wetness. “So, Liz,” I changed the subject. “I asked you one time if you ever masturbated, and you told me that was an inappropriate question.”
“I remember that,” she responded with a smile. “I felt that question was inappropriate at the time, because it was too personal for me, and more information than a horny teenage boy needed to hear. As I explained then, I think it is healthy for both girls and boys to masturbate if they have the desire. Everyone knows that boys masturbate, a lot. For girls, it is different. Masturbation is much more personal and seems to carry a stigma that it doesn’t for boys.”
“So?” I queried. “Will you answer my question now?”
Liz paused, contemplated before continuing. “Yes, I masturbate. If you want to know the truth, I started playing with myself last night when I heard you doing it. It isn’t just guys that get horny you know. Girls have needs as well.”
“Do you remember the first time you did it?” I asked.
Liz blushed. “Why all the questions about me? This trip is supposed to be about you. You know I don’t like to talk about my personal sex life.”
“You always told me I should get to know a girl before having sex, understand what she is comfortable with, what pleases her,” I responded shyly. “I just want to know what makes you feel good, you know, down there,” my eyes motioning toward my hand that was still gently pressed against her crotch.
Liz chuckled. “Oh, you little brat. I guess I just wasn’t expecting that kind of question. One thing you should understand is that girls, unlike boys, need stimulation to more than just their genitalia. Sure, it feels very nice to touch my clit and vulva, maybe even insert something in my vagina once it is ready, but that isn’t always enough to bring me to orgasm. Stimulation for most girls starts in their brain, a romantic moment or gesture that sparks a fantasy. Then perhaps a gentle touch, soft kisses to her face and neck that builds on her fantasy, generates trust. Sometimes, just a nice back rub will trigger the right emotions. It takes time for the pleasure to build. When a girl masturbates, it isn’t just about the climax, although that is certainly an added bonus. It is more about the feelings and emotions surrounding her own sexuality. It is actually very liberating and personal.”
“Tell me about your first time,” I pleaded.
Liz tapped her foot nervously, took a deep breath, her eyes focused on the fire. She pushed her legs apart, covered my hand with hers, pressed my probing fingers deeper into her wetness. “I was kind of a late bloomer, and didn’t really touch myself like that until I was a senior in high school, an adult by the legal definition. During a particularly hot make out session with a boy I had been interested in, I let him put his hands inside my bra and touch my bare breasts while he kissed my neck. I had never let a boy touch me like that before. My nipples were really sensitive, and it triggered something deep inside me. I didn’t understand what I was feeling, but I knew I liked it. That night, as I lay in my bed, I closed my eyes, imagined his touch, opened my mind to fantasy. I could still feel something, kind of like butterflies in my stomach. When I touched my nipple through my nightshirt the feeling intensified. I started touching both nipples, they were so hard and so sensitive. They had never felt like that before. My hand just started rubbing all over my neck and chest, down my stomach, then the tops of my thighs. I could feel something special happening deep inside me. My heart was beating hard, I was breathing heavily. I had never felt like that before. I reached for a pillow, pressed it between my legs and rubbed it against my panty covered vulva. The feeling was magical. I rolled onto the pillow, clamped my thighs tightly around it and started humping. I could feel a strange wetness, a juicy feeling inside my panties. I pushed my hand between the pillow and my body, slipping it inside my panties. I could feel a slick fluid on my vulva.”
Liz paused, her face flush, her breathing labored. My invading fingers along with her recitation of the story was clearly having an impact on her. “My finger traced around the opening of my vagina,” she continued. “It was so sensitive and tingly. I smeared the slick fluid over my vulva and up to my throbbing clit. It was almost too sensitive to touch. I slid my fingers over each side of the hard little bud and pressed my fingers into the soft flesh, kind of squeezing my clit and vulva between my fingers. As my body continued to hump the pillow, the fingers of one hand toyed with my clit while my other hand slid inside my nightshirt and squeezed my full breasts. Every touch of my nipple sent a jolt of electricity through my body. It didn’t take long before a powerful force rippled through me. My thighs clenched the pillow tightly as I pushed my face into another pillow to muffle the sounds that were coming from my mouth. When it was over, tears ran down my cheeks. For several minutes, I could feel a quivering sensation deep inside my vagina, gentle ripples continued to inundate my abdomen. I fell asleep with the pillow still firmly pressed between my thighs, my wet panties clung to my vulva, my body involuntarily humping and rocking. I will never forget that special night. I have repeated those same motions many many times since.”
Liz took a deep breath as she pulled my fingers from the depths of her wetness, her trembling flushed body regained its composure. “I have never told anyone that before, not even my ex-husband,” Liz said in a soft cautions tone. “That moment was so personal, so precious to me. I never thought I would share that with anyone.”
“Thank you for sharing it with me,” I responded as I leaned in for a kiss. “That was incredibly hot and incredibly beautiful. I learned so much about you in just the last five minutes.”
My sticky wet fingers slipped up her torso and found her soft breast for the first time. I gently cupped and squeezed it as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I was so fucking hard, but somehow my mind was no longer solely focused on just fucking this lovely creature. I wanted to pleasure her as well.
“Enough about me,” Liz said quietly. “I need to know that you are one hundred percent okay with doing this. You only have the opportunity to lose your virginity once. Are you sure you don’t want to wait for a pretty young lady to sweep you off your feet? Experience that special moment with the love of your life?”
I looked deep into her eyes. “Yes,” I responded confidently. “I have given this a lot of thought. I would be honored if you would be my first.”
Liz stood and took my hand in hers. Her touch so gentle, so genuine as she guided me to my feet and towards her tent. Her sleeping bag had been carefully arranged over the air mattress in preparation for this moment. She slid onto it, lay facing me on her back, her legs together, and signaled me to enter the tent.
“I want to give you an orgasm, you know, make you cum like you did the first time you masturbated,” I said nervously as I stood over her prone body.
“We will worry about my pleasure a little later,” she said as her knees bent and her feet parted, exposing herself to me for the first time. She signaled for me to kneel between her legs. “First, we just need to release a little pressure down there so you can concentrate.”
I crawled between her legs and knelt mere inches from her groin, my relentless hard-on pointing skyward, jerking with every beat of my heart. I was so incredibly nervous.
“Lean over and kiss my breasts,” Liz instructed as her long thin fingers gently wrapped around my throbbing dick. “This thing has been rock-hard since long before you woke up this morning. Your first time will be very quick. The sensation will be too overwhelming for you to handle, so just let it go, don’t try to hold back.”
Her voice was so soothing, so reassuring. The fear and anticipation melted away as she took control and guided me. My body and mind were at peace.
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