Our First Time by anonymous525
Written as a romance, but still holding true to the style of an Erotica this story is sure to please , Non-Fiction/Based true stories. Written in Word; some spacing issues may exist.
I loved her and she loved me, but we both could never bring ourselves to admitting it. Her name is Shayla. She is a beautiful Negro girl of barely 19. Coming from a strict religious background she was never allowed to date anyone and was in a strict arranged marriage with a man whom she herself hadn’t even met. Though she wasn’t allowed to date and even with her hectic life to deal with she had always found time to fantasize about computer geeks and them tying her down to her headboard with an Ethernet cable or him becoming enraged towards her for her inability to pay and forcing her to suck his cock or what have you, but we’ll go into further details of that later.
I myself am a not so average 15 year old computer geek. I had played football freshmen year and was somewhat of a scholar in our town of 400 school. Yet even with all of that going for me I did not have any luck with the women and unfortunately (to my embarrassment) I was still a completely naïve virgin who’s only conception of sex was from what porn had taught me. I was once offered the opportunity to squeeze a colleague’s breast, but I cowered out. I vowed I would never let that incident repeat itself.
1.
Early one morning my parents had left me completely alone for the day. It was no secret; they were going out to drink with their friends and definitely wouldn’t be back any time before the next day, but I didn’t really care. All I knew is that I had no intention of spending the day indoors. I was going to go drive around our small town.
The second they left I made a mad-dash for the Prius Key’s when my phone rang. It was Shayla.
“Hey Jake, it’s Shayla. I wanted to know if you could come over and fix my laptop. It says something about ‘This Network is not configured correctly thus cannot be used’.” The tone of her voice made me slightly unease for some reason.
“Well, I could be there in 25 minutes or so.” I lied giving myself wiggle room. I went upstairs and grabbed one of my Ethernet Cable’s to cross-feed the network off of my laptop. “Damit. I only have my 25 Footer. Oh well.” I gently complained to myself.
I went outside to start the Prius (yes my parents let me drive) and what do I find? The left-front tire completely slashed. I had 20 minutes to go so I grabbed my bike and made a hell-chase in the summer heat to get the 7 miles to her house. By mere miracle I made it, but I was completely sweaty so I asked if it would be alright if I removed my shirt. She said it would be fine because her parents were out with my parents.
“I swear Shayla, it’s like you arranged it or something.” I said cracking what I didn’t know as not a joke.
2.
We sat, laughed, and played COD for hours until the time was approaching 7:30 PM when I finally said it was time to fix her network issues.
“Great, I’ll go fix us some snacks!” She said cheerfully.
Just as we stood out of our chairs the power shut off and she and I were in consumed by darkness except for the candles scattered throughout the house. Here I was standing completely shirtless in front of this beautiful woman. Not just any women, but one in an arranged marriage. A beautiful woman with weight she wore very well and the looks and personality carved out by God himself. My thoughts were completely disrupted by her warm smooth lips caressing mine. I do not know why, but I kissed her back. I had never kissed before; certainly not anything like that. She then stopped for a brief moment and told me:
“Open your mouth more. I don’t want to just peck you.” I completely complied and she stuck her tongue almost to my throat. Being a quick learner I replicated her movements and soon she and I were battling each other’s tongues. Suddenly she pulled back,
“I’m sorry Jake, this is completely wrong. I’m an arranged girl!” I had a mild doubt of the sincerity of her words.
“No, it’s okay. Plenty of friends show their friendships by kissing.” I was only slightly lying to her and knowing my words to me mostly truth I kissed her once more, but then my shy side kicked in. “I… Think you may be right, but… I just really don’t know. Maybe we should forget this entire thing happened.” I didn’t know her man well (and didn’t care to), but at that moment my thoughts were torn between the right thing and the wrong things. Her tongue had my mind somewhere where it was very shy and quite frightened. “I love you, but just not that way.” I lied to her. It was at that moment I realized what I said was a death sentence for my love life or at least so I thought. Her kiss was like a key for my mind letting me notice what a real women she was. She proudly toted her body of 5’10, size C boobs with nice perked nipples which were usually moderately visible because she didn’t believe bras were comphy, a very nice butt, and her skin was perfectly chocolate from the summer. She wasn’t wearing much on her as it was summer at the time and 102o; even during the nighttime.
She caught my glance and I could see even through the poorly lit room that she was blushing deeply; no one had really minded her this type of attention before. She started walking to the kitchen when I spoke up in a scratchy voice.
“I really should get to fixing your laptop.”
I opened her computer and what I saw made my heart beat faster than the drummer for Styx. For before me strung about her cluttered desktop were titles such as: ‘Tied and gagged’ ‘Lucky geek rapes unfortunate girl’, ‘Anime Babe spanked, reamed, and creamed’, and many other rape related movies. I had never thought such an innocent Christian girl like her had such a dark side. This for me was an excellent turn on yet for some reason it completely appalled me that such a sweet girl had such rubbish. My mind was snapped back to reality by the returning electricity; I had to remember the mission. She returned with Cheetos and two Dixie Cups.
“Do you want the one that is laced or not laced?” She joked evilly.
I sipped the concoction and for a moment I pondered its contents. It wasn’t juice or soda. No, it was Italian Red Wine of a fine quality. The sweet drink made work difficult, but not completely unachievable. It was only a matter of using ipconfig.exe in Command Prompt, but the wine made me clumsy and careless. I found the matter fixed and it was time for me to take my drunken bike ride of shame home.
“Please do stay Jake. I just need someone here. You know how the night and I fight.” She said pleading. I don’t know if it was the alcohol speaking for me, the fact that she sometimes awoke screaming out of panic or that she was wearing her most sexy robe I had ever seen in my lifetime, but like the day giving in to the night I gave in to her pleas.
3.
I quickly dozed to sleep in her room the alcohol fresh in my blood and the thought of her sweet bosom burning in my mind. I knew it wasn’t right, but I clearly wasn’t thinking of her as a friend anymore, but then again my other mind did most of my thinking now a days. I was rather weak when I had an erection; which was quite frequent. It’s just common among geeks I would suppose. I was fast asleep when I started having a very wet dream. I was dreaming that the same colleague who offered me her breast was now down on the grasses of our school sucking me. Hands tied behind her back and her sweet Latino hair covering her face. Her D Breasts were freed from their prison and I was forcefully face-fucking her. Suddenly my hands released her skull and she kept going like the true slut she is. Then as abruptly as it all had started it ended. I was Cumming, but in real life.