“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.