“Oh, my. You do things to me that I had forgotten how good and wonderful it feels. To have your nice hard cock deep inside of me and your lips on my nipples. Your eyes on my breasts. You like my breasts don’t you?”
Planting a kiss in the valley between those luscious mounds of pure female flesh, “Yes.”
I didn’t want to go anywhere. I nuzzled my cheek against her warm and soft breast, raking the hard nipple across a bit of a stubble. Michelle let out a gasp. I felt her internal muscles flex… release… and flex again. I think it was all involuntary as her body reacted to what it was receiving.
I pulled her back down on top of me bringing our lips together. As Michelle slowly resumed rolling her hips, gliding herself along my cock.
“Bill, I can keep making love to you like this,” another slow hip roll, “or we can switch, and you can make love to me. What would you like to do?”
“mmmm. Michelle, yes, let’s switch. Let me make love to you. Oh, I so want to make love to you.”
My voice, a soft whisper, as I looked into her eyes, “Because… ”
Michelle moved her fingers to my lips and gave me a gentle and knowing smile. She knew what I was about to say, and knew that I shouldn’t. And she was right. We had made a silent promise to each other earlier.
Nestled between her widely open legs, and buried deep inside, I nuzzled my nose against the soft skin of her neck. My lips nibbling a bit. Being extremely careful not to leave a mark. Michelle’s hands gliding up and down my back. Her fingernails sending shivers through me. Her heels moving over my butt cheeks.
Our eyes bore into each other. I slowly rolled my hips, as I my full length slowly moved, in and out… in and out… head to balls… balls to head. The feeling of the glans against the velvety smooth walls took my breath away. Moving my chest over her hard nipples was exquisite. Soft sounds of loving and tender sex filled the room.
“Oh Bill. You feel so good. Just keep doing what you’re doing. I’m loving our first time together.”
“Michelle, if I had known that it felt this good, our virginity would be gone long ago.”
We each grinned at each other.
I got into the slow and natural rhythm that men and women have enjoyed since the beginning of time. The outside world, simply, disappeared. Nothing existed outside the envelope of our gentle coupling.
Our lips meeting. Michelle’s hard nipples brushing against my own. My pubic bone lightly grinding against her mound, gently pressing her underlying button of pleasure. But, the image that will remain with me, long after we part, is the relaxed and peaceful look in her eyes and the smile that spread across her face, as I made love to my high school girlfriend.
A couple of times I watched, as she wiped away a stray tear. It was becoming more and more difficult for each of us to maintain… to contain, our emotions for each other. But, we knew that we had to. Things could easily get out of control.
Michelle’s embrace tightened as she gave herself over to everything that her body was receiving. She was getting close, and so was I. I didn’t want this to end. But, eons of evolution, were taking over.
“Michelle, I’m going to cum.”
“Me too. If you can wait for me. I’m close… so close. If not, that’s OK.”
I didn’t know what to do. Being my first time, and all. So I pressed in deep and moved my hips back and forth, gently grinding myself against her spongy mound.
“Oh, yes… just like that.”
Then, her embrace tightened. I felt Michelle’s fingernails digging in to my back, giving me eight souvenirs of our coupling. Head back. Eyes closed, she erupted. Her legs opening to their maximum.
“OOOHHH… BILL… AAAAHHHHRRRR.”
It was ear-splitting. I felt the walls of her love chamber contracting around the hyper-sensitive buried glans. Followed by another cry of passion as another wave of euphoria swept through her body.
It sent me into over-drive, I picked up my tempo, and was now, gently fucking her.
“Yes… Give it to me… Cum for me my…”
If she said anything beyond that, I didn’t hear, as I blocked out the world. My balls tightened. I drove into her as deep as I could and buried my face into her neck.
I came hard, seemingly filling her up as shot after shot of my cum was released deep inside of her body. I was filled with a feeling of one of the greatest pleasures I ever knew.
Michelle cooed and groaned, squeezing me with her pussy and seemingly encouraging every last drop to fill her.
I read, some place, that the French called an orgasm Le Petite Mort; the little death. It felt like some part of my life drained from me as Michelle wrapped her arms and legs around me. I nuzzled my face into her neck and, again, gently nibbled on the soft skin of her neck.
“Oh my god, Michelle, that was…I can’t put it into words. Thank you for the greatest feeling in my life.”
“I’m glad that you enjoyed your first time… our first time. I did to, more than you could ever imagine. But, I should be thanking you. Thanking you for the most enjoyable couple of hours that I can ever remember. Thanking you for making me feel special. And, I’m going to say it… to feel loved. And not just somebody to fuck, and be done in two minutes.”
That last sentence startled and saddened me to no end. I had never heard her swear before. It had a mixture of a ‘tone’ and sadness. A sadness that I knew was out of my control. But, my heart ached for her.
I began to soften inside of her, and started to move off.
“No. Don’t. Not yet. Let’s stay joined for as long as we can,” her voice a whisper. Her teary cheek against mine.
We laid there quietly. Each of us deep in thought. Knowing that our final parting was imminent, and there was nothing we could do about it.
We repositioned, such that Michelle was now on top of me. Her full soft breasts against my chest. Our pubic hair intertwining. Our eyes meet as she brushed her hand against my cheek, planted a light kiss, and then settled back down with her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her in a warm and tender embrace.
“You’re going to make some girl very happy, some day. You’re going to make her feel special. And, she’s going to love you for it. I just wish I could be there for that,” her voice soft and in a bit of sorrow.
“But, she’s out there. The two of you will find each other. They say that it’s only a matter of time, before two lost and wandering souls find their way to each other.”
Sighing, “Some of us do stupid things, and miss the opportunity to be with the one that we were supposed to be with.”
I felt a tear, and then another. I held her as she silently wept. My heart breaking. I don’t know how long I held her. Again, time didn’t matter.
“I don’t want to let you go. But, I know that I have to. It makes me sad, knowing that I could have had all of this. That I could have had you. Once again, thank you Bill. Thank you for loving me. For making our first time something that we will each remember.”
“I know. But, you belong to another. You have a son who needs you. I pray that you will find the happiness and closeness with him that you deserve.”