by Autumn Brown
I didn’t have a lot of experience with sex, except for our playing around. But I did know that I needed to get her warmed up before we actually tried anything. The problem was if I warmed up too much, it would be over. I reached between her legs and rubbed her on top of her panties. They felt like the good tablecloths at home. Very smooth. She rubbed me on top of my underwear. Damn that was feeling way too good.
“I like your underwear.” she said to me.
I laughed at her. They were plain briefs. Red ones. I never did like the weird underwear, like some of the guys on the team wore. Some of them looked just plain gay.
“My brother only wears white ones.” She said.
I stopped in my tracks. “Should I be worried that you know what kind of underwear your brother wears?” I was teasing her, and stalling.
“Maybe. He pays me to wash his clothes.” She explained, laughing. She was nervous still.
“You don’t need money.” I argued. She didn’t. She’d inherited a lot of money from some old guy she used to know. It was in a trust fund for her until she turned eighteen, but she could get at it some of it. She didn’t tell too many people that secret. I think her best friend, Sandy, knew. Zane didn’t even know that secret. She’d made me feel really special the day she shared that with me.
“Well, I just throw them in with mine. I don’t even have to fold them, just hand them back to him, then I’m done. It’s easy money. Who could turn that down?”
“You’re too funny, Taylor.” I told her, laughing at her. She was too cute. I’d always thought she was sexy, but I’d always thought she was cute too. Most girls were either one or the other, not too many were both. My Taylor was both.
I kissed her again, all along her stomach. She was perfect. This girl had abs, not too many girls had abs. She looked great in a bikini, and she looked even better in this lacy bra and panty set. The one that I was about to take off of her. Damn, I was a lucky guy. I slid my hands under her back and unhooked her bra. I pulled it off, then kissed her tits some more.
I slid her panties off of her all the way, then worked my middle finger into her. She wasn’t as wet as she was the other day. I licked my finger and returned it inside her. I kissed her under her belly button as I continued my finger work. She was panting now. I loved it when I made her pant. She was so beautiful and so sexy.
She was wet enough now that I could slide two fingers in. I kissed all around the patch of pretty reddish blonde hair covering her. I loved the scent she put off. I’d always loved it. I’d loved her scent since the first car ride we’d taken together. She’d driven me home in her car. She had dirty gym clothes spread all over it. She wasn’t expecting company that day.
I kissed a trail up to her lips again. She kissed me with need. I loved it when she needed me. She pushed her hand down inside my underwear. She rubbed me eagerly, and squeezed. “When do I get to see you?” she whispered to me.
“Whenever you want.” I told her.
She slipped her hands to the sides of my underwear and pulled them down. I kicked them off completely. It was an amazing feeling to be totally naked with her. Almost too amazing. I couldn’t believe that I was lucky enough to be naked with the most beautiful girl in the world. I rolled closer to her. We were facing each other on our sleeping bag, looking at each other as we played.
“You are so gorgeous, Spencer.” she said to me.
I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. Surely she couldn’t mean it. I was certainly nothing special. I guessed that I’d be alright if it wasn’t for my face having a splotchy birthmark covering almost half of it. A sight that had kept girls away from me until Taylor noticed me. I was still counting my lucky stars for that one.
She reached for my balls and rubbed. I was about to come unglued, and I was about to come. Should I just let it happen, so we could go again in a few minutes? Maybe so. There was no way I’d make it inside her at this rate. Not the first time anyway. I let myself feel her touch. She had an amazing touch. Even when she touched my arm, it was amazing. It made me think of what she was doing right now. Then she added the neck kissing. Damn, I was done for. I came.
“I’m sorry.” I said to her, again embarrassed. I wanted to hide. This was supposed to be a great night for both of us. I rolled to my back.
She pulled my head toward hers and kissed me on the lips. She snuggled into my arms and lied on top of me. She had her face almost on top of mine. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, pulling her ass toward me. I loved how she felt completely naked against me.
“I love you.” she said to me. She reached her hands to my arms and felt of my biceps. “Flex for me.”
She’d never asked that before. I released her ass and flexed both biceps. I did it in the mirror quite often, but never in front of a girl. “Ooh.” She said.
I thought she was teasing me, but then she kissed one of my biceps. She was still turned on, heated up. She placed little kisses everywhere along both biceps. I rubbed her ass, and pulled her tighter against me. I wasn’t hot at the moment, but maybe I could make her happy. I rubbed her back, and the outer edges of her tits. She was pressed against me still.
She rose to her knees, straddling me. I watched her. She scooted down toward my knees, and began rubbing my shaft, then my balls. She bent over and kissed my shaft. It was barely better than flaccid until she kissed it, then I was completely hard again in an instant. She kissed both balls. I was ecstatic. Oral sex. Damn. I didn’t expect this the first time. She licked my shaft. To say that felt good would be a horrible understatement.
I had to stop her now. “We need to get to this, before it’s too late again.” I told her. I grabbed the box of condoms and opened one. Please let me do this without making a fool out of myself. I’d practiced twice, just like my uncle suggested. I did it. It rolled right on with no problem. Taylor watched the entire time, mesmerized by it. I took her by the shoulders and pressed her down flat on her back, as I rolled over on top of her. I positioned my knees between her legs. She had no clue how to do this.
“Bend your knees, Taylor.” I told her. She did it. I loved this view of her. “Now spread your legs a little more. I need to fit against you.”
Okay, that was about all I knew. The rest I would have to feel my way around to figure out. I rubbed my tip up and down until I felt her opening. It was the same opening that I’d been fingering for the last twenty minutes. Yes, that was right. I went inside her slowly. It was going in easy. I didn’t think it would go in this easy. I lowered myself down onto her as I entered her. Then I felt it. Damn. I couldn’t go any further.
I grabbed the towel from my bag. I put it under her with a little help from her. I wished so badly that we didn’t have to do this part. “Are you ready, Taylor? Tell me if you want to change your mind.” I gave her an out. As much as I wanted to do this, I didn’t want to hurt her.
“I love you. I’m ready.” She said to me.
“Take a deep breath, then let it out. I’ll go in then.” I explained to her. My uncle had shared his advice on this subject. I was so grateful that he did. Please let it work.
Taylor took a deep breath, and waited. When she exhaled, I pushed in hard. I felt her split open inside. I felt like a monster. I was the worst guy alive. She yelled out in pain. “Oh God!” she panted, then started hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. I held myself above her motionless.
Taylor POV.
Oh holy shit! Holy crap! This was painful. Whoever said sex was fun must have been on drugs. This was horrible. It was so horrible there wasn’t even a word to describe it. The playing was fun. The foreplay I guess you call it, but this was horrible. Why did I have to agree to this? Well, actually I’d asked for it. I needed my head examined. I needed some ice to go with that examination too. Oh damn, I knew I would need to go to the doctor after this. That was going to be embarrassing. I knew he was too big. Why did I want to do this?
“I’m so sorry.” Spencer said over and over.
I t
ried to hold my breath and my tongue. But I couldn’t. It hurt too much. “Get off. I can’t take it.” I yelled at him.
“No. It’ll hurt worse.” He argued with me.
“It hurts so bad, Spencer. It can’t hurt any worse. Get off please.” I begged.
He moved to pull out. Damn. That did hurt worse. He was right. How did he know this stuff? He was a virgin too. I clutched his ass to me. “Don’t move.” I ordered him. “Stay right there. We’ll wait until you get soft again.” I barely bit out the words. I could barely breathe. I needed to take deep breaths to keep the pain at bay. This hurt worse than the time I broke my ankle.
Spencer waited on top of me. This was a disaster. I felt so badly for him. I’d talked him into this basically and now here I was yelling at him. I was a total bitch. But in my defense, this hurt like hell. Is there a place worse than Hell? That’s where I am right now. I wanted him so much a minute ago, and now I wanted him away from me, off of me. I loved him so much, but right now I didn’t even want to see him.
“Try to relax.” He said to me.
“I am trying.” I tossed back to him, and not too nicely. I was about to start crying. I couldn’t start crying. That would be so cruel.
He kissed me on the lips. I didn’t want him to kiss me. I wanted him to be still and go soft, then pull out. He kissed me several times, little tiny kisses all around my mouth. He was apologizing with his lips. He felt so guilty. I knew it wasn’t his fault. He was just too big, and I was a virgin. If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine. I kissed him back, trying to ease his pain.
“I love you, Taylor. I’m so sorry I’m hurting you.” he said between kisses.
I kissed him with my entire mouth, using my tongue. He returned it with vigor, never moving his body. We kissed for several minutes exploring each other’s mouths. He was such a good kisser. I loved how he kissed. Maybe I needed the distraction right now. I concentrated on how incredible his tongue made me feel. I relaxed my legs some, and pulled my knees tighter toward me. That helped some.
I kept kissing him. I wanted more of his mouth. I rubbed his back up and down. He had an incredible back. I could feel the muscles flexing right now to support his weight above me. Oh his muscles had always turned me on so much. He had an incredible body. I rubbed his ass. He had the best ass I’d ever seen on a guy. I took a chance and rocked my pelvis toward him. It didn’t hurt. I was shocked. I did it again, then again. It actually felt good.
“Better?” he asked me, pulling away from my mouth.
I nodded.
He pulled out some, then pushed back in, slowly. Oh that almost felt good. I think it did feel good. He did it again. Yes it felt good. It felt so good. I moved my hips, trying to catch him. I met his inward thrust with a push. Damn that felt good. So good. There were no words to describe how good it felt to have him moving inside me.
“Oh, Taylor. This is it.” he said in complete ecstasy. “This is what I’ve wanted since the day I first saw you.”
“I love you, Spencer. This is wonderful. Too great. Too much fun.” I breathed out the words. I knew I wasn’t making sense.
“Oh god. Let’s keep doing this forever, Taylor.” His words were breathy, but so filled with passion.
“I would love that. This is incredible, Spencer. I want it always. Every time I see you. Please do this to me every time we see each other.” I was getting carried away. I was embarrassing myself, but somehow I didn’t care.
“I’d love that, Taylor. Damn, this feels good. So damn good.” He said excitedly.
I grabbed his ass and pulled it closer to me, helping him push in and out. I spread my legs wider. When he went in even deeper, it hurt some, but I wasn’t stopping this time. I wanted it too much. Oh man I wanted it. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. It was a need stronger than I’d ever felt in my life. I kept moving my hips, trying to match his movements. I wasn’t doing a very good job, but every time I did hit it, it felt incredible.
Suddenly, I was compelled to rub up against him with myself. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. I clutched his ass to me tightly preventing him from moving. I rubbed up and down as fast as I could, until it felt too good to do it any longer. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t catch my breath. I was feeling so good that I had to stop moving just so I could feel it.
Spencer started moving again, since I’d released him. “Taylor, that was amazing. I felt you come. Did it feel good?”
“You did?” I asked him. “Did I?”
“Oh yes, you did. It’s my turn now. For once you have to wait on me.” he said in a labored whisper.
I came? That was new. I thought I’d come before, when we’d played around. But it had never felt this good, so incredible, so explosively good. I kept moving some, just because it felt good. Spencer kept moving and kissing my neck all over. I kissed his neck, and rubbed his back. Just then, he started going in and out really fast. Then he pulled out of me. I felt his erection, inside the condom, on my stomach. I felt it pounding, then I felt it get really warm.
“Why did you pull it out?” I asked him.
“So you won’t get pregnant. We need to do that every time. We need to get good at that part. I want to do this a lot, Taylor. Tell me you do too.”
“I do.” I told him. I felt like I’d just said wedding vows. “Can we do it again in a little while? I want to do it again.”
I felt like a little kid in Palo Verde store begging their mom for another candy bar, but I didn’t care.
“Give me a little time. I think we can try again in a few minutes. I need to run do something with this rubber.” He said. That was the first time he’d called it a rubber. I guessed once you made love to a girl, you didn’t have to worry too much about your words.
Spencer stepped away from me for a minute or so. I looked at the towel that was under us. There was some blood, but not as much as I thought there would be. I thought there would be like a quart there as much as it hurt at first. Funny how it hurt so much at first, then it felt so good just a few minutes later. It was definitely worth it. I couldn’t wait to tell Sandy how great it was.
When Spencer came back, he lied down beside me and pulled me to his chest. I wanted to crawl inside him and stay forever. I’d have to settle for lying on his chest. I reached my head toward his face, then kissed him. “That was so great. I love sex. I think I’m going to be a slut now, but only with you.”
He laughed at me. “Me too. Did it hurt too much?” he asked.
“It did hurt. Bad, but it was worth the pain after it started feeling good.”
We talked for a few more minutes about how great sex was, and how glad we were that we’d done it. I felt beyond close to him now. I felt like we were one person now, a team, like we were bound together forever. Very odd feeling.
We had sex two more times. The second time wasn’t as good as the first in some ways, but in some ways it was better. First, it didn’t hurt nearly as bad. But it did hurt some. Mostly it felt really good. I didn’t come though. The third time was really great. I took the top, because I wanted to try it out. We both liked it. It hurt at first, because he went inside me deeper. Not enough for me to stop this time though. I came that time. In fact, we came at almost the same time, then we laughed about it. We were both almost giddy, we were so happy.
At ten until midnight, we rushed to put our clothes on and roll up the sleeping bags. I barely made it home at midnight. Mom and Dad weren’t up. I was so happy that they were asleep. I didn’t want them to see my face, or see how happy I was. They’d know I wasn’t a virgin any longer by the look on my face. I was sure of it. I felt so grown up somehow. Very odd feeling. I also felt completely connected to Spencer. I missed him already. I texted him to tell him that I loved him. He texted me the same thing back.
Spencer POV.
Damn. This was the most incredible day of my life. I knew it would be great, but I didn’t know it would be absolutely fantastic, the absolut
e best feeling in the world. No wonder guys loved sex so much. I could almost understand how guys did any girl who would put out. Almost. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone but Taylor. The feeling of being so close to her was the best feeling in the world. I loved it that she liked it too.
I hated hurting her tonight, but once she got over the initial pain, we both loved it. Oh man did we love it. We both wanted to do it all the time now. Hey, I was definitely game. I was anxious to go again. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow. I was already trying to figure out a way that we could do it again.
I thought about Taylor all night long. I dreamed about Taylor, and sex with Taylor. When morning came, I had to jerk off again, to Taylor. I pulled up a picture that I’d taken of her on my phone. She was posing really sexy in her cheerleading uniform. I wondered if she’d let me take a really good picture of her. I took a shower, then tried to sneak to the laundry room and wash the sleeping bag and the towel. Aunt Janel was in there doing laundry already.
