I was now completely incapable of thought. I felt, I enjoyed and I luxuriated in the lapping of his tongue on my clit and the intense fullness of his fingers as they moved inside of me, but I had no real thoughts. I just wanted to come, and I knew if he kept up his current pressure on my clit, it would not be long until that happened.
He carried on lapping steadily and squeezed another finger inside me. That was it. That was all I could take, and I screamed out my orgasm with an explosive “Yes!” and I felt his fingers slide away from me and his tongue slipped down lower, seeking out my juices as they spilled from me. As my body spasmed, he licked and sucked to his heart’s content.
“Wow,” I said when he pulled away from my sensitive pussy and scrambled up to his knees. “That was…wow.”
“It was,” he replied, and I sat up to move my legs from around him. He leaned forward and kissed me, my legs spread around him still. He tasted good, he tasted of me, sweet and musky, fruity and light. I eagerly kissed back and enjoyed the taste I had never thought to try before.
As he left my lips, I scrambled my legs up and turned to sit with my back to the wall again, my legs dangling over the side of the bed. He sat beside me, and we continued to kiss. I was very aware of the fact that he was still horny, and in the sexual haze of an amazing orgasm, I did not worry about disappointing him. I just slipped my hand down to his waist and popped open his button and fly.
He was hard, really hard and he helped me pull down his trousers and pants so I could free his cock. It was inspiring. I had never seen a naked cock in person before. Sure, I’d seen the odd one online. It’s amazing where porn pops up with a quick Google sometimes, but a cock in the flesh is not something you can imitate online.
This was a moment I didn’t want to forget, and so I gently ran my fingers around the base of it, tickling over his balls and making him moan with a mixture of frustration and delight. The flesh looked dark and brooding. I saw veins underneath the reddened skin and it looked to me to be almost painful. It strained straight up as if pointing at me and from the wrinkled skin around the top a not quite clear liquid seeped. I pressed a finger to it and lifted it to my lips. It tasted salty.
To his credit, Tim just sat there and let me explore him. He must have been so turned on at that point but he was still patient. He let me run my fingers up and down his shaft. He watched as I clasped my hand around him to make my fingers and thumb touch together. He only began to feel any relief when I began to run my gripped hand up and down gently.
“You can squeeze harder than that,” he moaned, ”if you want. You won’t hurt me, it can take much more pressure than that.”
So I tightened my fist and squeezed as I pumped. I thought he was going to go off like a rocket in one of those silly, slapstick cartoons as he moaned and cursed and encouraged me to keep going. Looking back, I am sure he was about to come when I decided to let my grip loosen and inspect his cock with my mouth. I thought it only fair, considering.
He gasped in frustration, but a second later, he moaned encouragingly as I dropped my head to his crotch and started to pepper his cock with gentle, teasing kisses. I loved the heat and the give of his skin even though he was so stiff and hard below the surface. I kissed from the base of him to the head and lapped up more of that sweet-salty mix that wept from the tip of his dick.
After whirling my tongue around his head like it was delicately flavoured ice cream, I actually encircled his cock with my lips and slipped down. He cooed encouragingly, “Yes, that’s it sweetheart, yes that’s good.”
I continued to explore the variations with my mouth and lips on him to find what I liked and he liked the most. I went from loose lipped to tight-lipped quite quickly and soon moved a hand to the base of his cock to steady myself and to enjoy the heat of him there.
I kept wiggling and moving my tongue, wrapping it around him, twisting and tickling as I moved my head up and down. I soon established a rhythm and his hand stroked up and down my back at a similar speed, encouraging me to keep it up.
I felt him tighten, not just his cock and his balls, but his stomach muscles and leg muscles too. I knew something was changing, but I didn’t know quite what until he shouted out, “Oh, fuck, Jane. I’m going to come, oh yes, I’m going to come.”
And not knowing what else to do, I kept on sucking and within seconds I was taken by surprise by the shot of warm liquid shooting out of his tip and into my mouth. It slipped down my throat, and I just gulped down each shot of hot cum.
I licked my lips as I pulled his softening penis from between my lips.
“Mmm, rather tasty,” I purred.
“Wow, Jane, that was awesome, the best.”
I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me.
“Thanks,” I giggled, my cheeks hot with pleasure. “I did okay, then? That was my first try.”
“Go away,” he exclaimed. “That was the first time you gave a bloke a blowjob?”
“Yes,” I replied and looked up at him. “Was it okay?”
“It was bloody brilliant,” he enthused. “I thought you’d long practised your technique to be honest.”
I looked at him indignantly then laughed.
“No, you’re my first. You’re my first anything sexual.” My cheeks grew redder, even though I didn’t think that was possible. I was glowing like a gas fire in mid-winter.
“Wow.” He leant down and kissed my lips. “You’re a natural then, sweetheart, a natural. You blew me away.”
I was pleased at his words and cuddled him close as he kissed me, full of joy and satisfaction.
“I’m going to take the film back a bit,” he said. “I think we’ve missed an important part.”
He got up and kicked his jeans out of the way then walked over to his laptop. He moved the film back then grabbed the box of chocolates off the side.
“I don’t know about you, but I need some sustenance after that.”
I agreed, and he opened the box and offered me one. I took a bright, purple-wrapped sweet and settled back to continue watching the film.
I didn’t feel any different in a major way. I was still me but somehow I felt more whole, even more like myself for being with him. I was still technically a virgin, but I was no longer inexperienced.
I settled into his shoulder again and his arm wrapped around me once more, I shivered. The room was cold and I was more or less naked. I found it strange that I had become so relaxed about being nude in front of a man, but I thought that it was silly to hide my body after such an experience. He had shown me that he appreciated it, every inch.
“Cold, love? Let’s get under the duvet.” I liked how he didn’t suggest we get dressed. I stood up, as did he, and pulled the dark blue blanket back. I sat back down and straightened my pillow. He snuggled in beside me and threw the duvet over us both. Our feet and calves stuck out at the bottom of the blanket, but the extra warmth to my upper body was comforting.
We’d watched another twenty minutes or so of the film before my feet got to feel so cold that I had to lift them up and tuck them under the cover. I turned side on to him and slipped my toes up onto the bed, bending at the knees.
“Do you need warming up?” he asked.
I nodded. “I’ve gone cold.”
He needed no further invitation. He took my lips to his, and the spark of lust ignited us both. I was amazed by how turned on I felt again so soon after such an explosive orgasm, but I wanted him and as I pressed harder and harder against his lips, I lost my balance and fell onto him. We laughed as he shifted around to lie next to me, his legs stretched down towards the head of the bed covered with the duvet just like mine. I was laid out, sandwiched between his hard chest and the wall. Fitting two grown adults into a single bed is not easy but we found it very stimulating.
Our lips didn’t stay separated for long, and after a matter of moments, our hands began to move up and down each other’s arms, hips and thighs. Our chests were squashed tightly together. and a
s our legs entwined, his cock pressed into my pubis.
“Jane, I want you,” he gasped. “Oh, God knows how much I want you, but if you don’t want to, let me know now, darling, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself after this.”
I looked into his eyes and saw the lust burning and boiling in my body reflected in his turbulent eyes. I was nervous, but not afraid. I was ready for him. I wanted him to take my virginity.
“I want you,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”
He moaned and sat up.
“Hang on,” he said and reached up to the little cabinet beside the bed and returned with a silver packet in his hand. I was glad that he had protection and ashamed to think that I hadn’t even thought about it in that very important moment.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and I nodded. I was ready. I could feel the juices between my thighs and the need to feel him inside of me was so strong it was almost painful.
“Okay.” He took the condom out of its packet and slipped it below the duvet and onto his cock. I wanted to see that in more detail at a later date. I wanted to help him, but at that moment, I just wanted him ready to enter me.
He ran a hand down my body then moved over my leg and between my thighs. His fingers gently stroked my breast as he used his other hand to move his cock up and down my slit. I moaned with delight.
“I’m going to be gentle, sweetheart,” he crooned. “Please, please tell me if it hurts.”
His gentle consideration made my eyes well up, and I nodded. “I’m ready,” I said and fixed my gaze to his. “Fuck me.”
He groaned, and his cock pierced me. I gasped. His fingers had recently filled me and my passage was still slick with juices, but it felt so large. I had never taken anything so bulky inside of me, but it wasn’t painful. It felt divine.
He slipped in slowly, not breaking eye contact once. My mouth formed a shocked “O” as I grew accustomed to him stretching me open. It felt so right, as if we were fixing the last piece of a jigsaw into a puzzle. I felt complete as his pubis knocked against my clit, and I yelped from the joy of the stimulation.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow wrinkling.
“Perfect,” I groaned. “This is so…” I searched for an adequate word to explain the ecstasy and rightness that I felt and failed miserably. “Great. So good.”
He smiled and pulled himself back before plunging into me. I clasped my thighs around him, wrapping my ankles around his back, and he slowly lowered himself over me. He took his weight on his arms and bent forward to kiss me. It was a brief contact, but my lips tingled with it. I closed my eyes then as the sensations flooded my body.
He moved a little quicker with each thrust. I reached out and grabbed at him. My hands ran up and down his back as I mewled, yelped and groaned. Words were beyond me, but I just could not keep quiet. His body inside and against mine felt so good that I had to let the delight out somehow.
And although I had never experienced an orgasm without direct stimulation of my clit, I felt a coil inside my stomach tightening with every press forward of his body. His pelvis struck my clit, and that slight contact combined with the friction of his cock inside of me built me up to a massive release.
“Oh, Jane,” he moaned, his breath tickled my cheek. “Oh, Jane, you feel so good around me, squeezing me. Jane, I’m going to come inside of you. Oh, Jane, I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t!” I cried the one word, any more froze on my lips as I found the tightened coil unwinding at great speed and releasing a powerful orgasm that rampaged through my body like a spinning tornado.
“Jane,” he gasped as I tightened and pulled him harder into me. “Oh, Jane.” And then he too was shuddering and shaking, and his cock widened inside me as he came. I shook all over as my orgasm extended and eased into every last part of my body. I dug my nails into his back and held onto him tightly as he slumped against me, panting.
“I think we missed the end of the film,” I giggled as the credits music rolled on and on.
“Fuck Flash Gordon,” he replied.
“Hmm, kinky. I didn’t realise you swung that way, too,” I teased, my eyebrows wiggling.
“For you sweetheart, I’d do Flash Gordon, and I’m really not so keen on blonds.”
We laughed and kissed, and he rolled to the side of me. I moved over and onto my side quickly before Tim fell off the edge of the small bed and we snuggled together happy and replete.
Chapter Four
Later that evening, Tim dropped me off at home, and just before I left the car, I passed him the Valentine’s card. I was thrilled as well as surprised to get one back. I couldn’t open it straight away as I had to go and eat with the folks and ring work to let them know I’d be in the next day. It was only as I climbed into bed that I had opportunity to open in.
It was exactly the same card I had picked out for him, exactly. I laughed and blushed as I read the short but sweet message that let me know he wanted to know me more. He did know me more by that point, much more.
I was so glad I had lost my virginity to Tim. He’d been kind and patient, and our lovemaking had blown me away. I lay in bed and recalled it all, writing down every action in my diary. I wanted to remember that special day and preserve it in my mind always.
The next day, I was all smiles although I tried to look a little wan and belaboured at work. Nobody seemed to question my illness, though. I guess that was the bonus of being a good girl. I spent most of my time daydreaming and remembering back to seeing him on the bus that morning. I had worked myself into a nervous frenzy, worrying about what he might say or if he’d pretend he didn’t know me or something daft like that, but when I’d walked onto the bus, he’d smiled and greeted me with a wink. I’d shown my pass and he’d blown me a kiss before I’d walked to my seat. He’d watched me for the whole journey again and said, “see you later,” when I’d hopped off the bus at my stop.
In class, I found it hard to keep my mind on the work, and I wondered if Tim had been past the window. I kept looking over, just in case, but I never saw him.
At lunchtime, I actually ventured into the canteen. I wanted to see him and that seemed like the most likely place to find him. I hated the hustle and bustle of there so usually I avoided it like the plague. I looked around, examined tables and people in the queue, but I couldn’t see him at all.
I walked back into the corridor thoroughly deflated. I couldn’t believe I’d not asked him for his phone number, maybe I could just turn up at his room after classes. I needed to see him, to confirm that the events of Valentine’s Day had actually happened and weren’t just figments of my imagination.
Just as I turned the corner to wander out into the quad for my lunch, I saw him. My face broke into a huge smile, but his name stayed anchored to my lips. Just as I was about to speak up, I noticed who was with him. Charlie. She wore a tiny, pleated skirt over thick tights and her legs looked as long and shapely as a model’s. I wish I had walked away then, I really do, but I was determined to walk past them to get to my desired destination. Which, at that moment, was as far away from Charlie as I could get.
I stepped forward, and I saw Tim’s hand on her arm. It felt like someone had thumped me in the stomach, but I took another step. Then their mouths came together and there was a kiss. My heart tore apart in my chest.
“You bastard!” I cried as I ran past him. I had to let out some of the pain and hurt and loathing that it bubbled up inside me and flooded my body.
I think he called my name, but I wasn’t going to stop running until my lungs burst or my legs gave way. The pain of exertion seemed a fitting penance for being an idiot and losing my virginity to a player and a user. Out of breath, I finally stopped running and slumped down on a bench. It was biting cold, and I’d lost any appetite. The sun shone, mocking my pain, and I just let the tears slide down my cheeks. I didn’t care if I made a fool of myself for everyone to see. I didn’t care at all.
I’d seen all
the danger signs the day before. I knew I should have run away. I knew it yet I hadn’t and I regretted it. I regretted the sweet, patient, erotic passions of the day before and sobbed for the loss of my most precious commodity to a man who didn’t deserve it.
Someone sat beside me, and I took my hands away from my face and made an attempt to wipe my tears. When I looked up, it was Tim beside me.
“Leave me alone,” I hissed. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” I sobbed again. I’ve never been good at containing emotion. Be it good or bad, it all flows out in tears and sobs and splutters.
“Just listen to me, Jane, just for a minute, please? Let me say my piece, and if you still want me to, I swear I’ll go.”
I nodded. I was too worn out to bother fighting. All my purpose had been drained from my body.
“Jane, you’re amazing. I’ve not been able to get you off my mind since the first morning we met. I enjoyed what happened yesterday so much. It was the best Valentine’s Day I’d ever had. You mean so much to me, Jane, you really do and…” He paused then. I looked at him, and he took a long, shuddering breath. “And I’m so sorry and I’m so scared that I’ve lost the best thing to happen in my life because I wasn’t strong enough to push away a girl.”
“You stroked her arm,” I said. The sobs had stopped and numbness had set in. I knew it wouldn’t last long so I spoke while I could.
“I know that is what it looked like, sweetheart, but no, I didn’t. I was warning her to stop, step back, to stay away. She was talking some shit about missing me at the party and wanting to give me my Valentine treat even if it was a day late. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want her near me. I wanted to find you. I needed to see you and be near you. I wish I had told her that, exactly that, but she must have taken my hand on her arm as a signal that I wanted it—a misinterpreted signal, Jane, I swear. My skin crawled when she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I backed up, but she followed me. I shook my head and placed my hand on her shoulders to push her back. As I did so, I heard you and saw you run past. My heart broke.”
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