It had been a very long month since the unforgettable night of my first sexual experience. The night when I’d given the gift of my youthful virginity to the person that I’d so carefully chosen as its recipient.
For weeks, my mind had drifted between that evening and the present, constantly moving between the requirements of schoolwork and daily life, and the life-changing experience that now seemed like a distant dream. Since that night, I had intentionally distanced myself from my secret lover, not wanting to give away even the slightest hint of our acquaintance to anyone.
But today, luck had finally turned my way. My parents were out of town for the two days for their anniversary, and I had been left alone and unsupervised as a test of my growing maturity. They had told me that they would call before bedtime to check in and see how I was doing, but the clock seemed to be moving backward now as it approached the eight o’clock hour, and they had yet to call.
Finally, the phone rang. Although I was sitting right next to it impatiently, I forced myself to wait for the third ring, not wanting to appear anxious for their call.
I was well prepared for the conversation with a review of what I’d done that day, what I’d had for dinner, what I was watching on TV, and what I had planned for the following morning.
I made sure to ask plenty of questions of them as well, inquiring about how their day had been and what they were doing tomorrow. Last, I asked what time they’d be home tomorrow. They replied that they were having such a good time that they now planned on staying until Sunday if I would be ok without them for an extra night.
Of course, I said, trying to stifle my excitement. I’ll see you Sunday afternoon!
Hanging up the phone, I immediately redialed the number I’d written on a small piece of paper and tucked securely inside my diary. A familiar voice answered.
“Hi,” I said nervously, “It’s Amy. Are you doing anything this evening?”
After explaining the details of my newfound freedom, I was excited to find myself invited over to watch television. I replied that even though I’d love for him to pick me up, it would probably be best for me not to be seen leaving in a strange car by any of our neighbors who might mention it to my parents later. I said that I’d ride my bike over and that I could be there in about 20 minutes.
After hanging up the phone, I went into rapid mode to change my clothes and then quickly freshened up my hair and makeup. I was out the door in ten minutes for my short ten-minute ride.
Arriving at a now familiar door, I fluffed my sundress and hair before knocking gently. My knuckles barely made contact before the door opened, and I was once again standing toe to toe with the face that still made my heart skip. After a gentle kiss hello, I was invited inside. As I crossed the threshold into the warmly lit interior, I knew that this time it would be daylight before I exited again.
Surveying my surroundings, I found them to be quite nice. A light in the kitchen allowed for a comfortable living room mood and the TV volume was turned down with a football game on. Things were neat and clean with a soft throw blanket draped over the arm of the couch.
After trading small talk about what we’d both been up to over the past few weeks, the conversation lulled for just a moment. Sensing an ice breaker was needed, I asked if he had anything to drink.
“Of course, he replied. What would you like?”
My naivety about sex was only exceeded by my naivety about alcohol, so I quickly answered that we should do some shots. He laughed and said ok before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of cold tequila and a lime.
“That will do,” I said with a smile.
After several rounds of shots, I could sense myself feeling much more relaxed. My prior nervous energy gave way to a growing excitement and the anticipation of what I intended to happen this night. Leaning forward, I planted a desire filled kiss on his warm lips to indicate I was done with both shots and small talk.
It just so happened that shortly after our prior encounter, my mother had coincidentally prompted a discussion with me about my becoming a woman and the importance of me making wise decisions. She said that although she hoped that I would wait to have sex until I was older, that you never know when that time might come. I wasn’t sure if she knew something, which made me very nervous.
She asked me if I’d like to go on the pill proactively and explained to me some of the other benefits of doing so, outside of the purpose of preventing unwanted pregnancy. I answered her that I thought I might want to try it, so she’d made me an appointment for me to see the doctor.
I had now been on my new prescription for about two weeks. I wasn’t sure if that was long enough yet, but I felt naively safe that it should be and was willing to roll the dice of having unprotected intercourse.
Unlike our first encounter, this time I boldly reached down to take HIM by the hand, leading him toward his own bedroom where my sexual education would be continued. Once there, I stood tall and confident from the tequila. I offered a seductive smile and began unbuttoning his pants, gently sliding them from his hips to free his growing cock.
“Much better,” I gushed, staring at it lying in my hand before wrapping my little fingers securely around it.
“Most definitely,” he replied.
Stepping out of his fallen pants and boxers as I stroked him, he reached down and, in one motion, slid my delicate sundress up around my waist and lifted me from the floor, telling me to wrap my legs around him, which I did.
I don’t know if he knew I wasn’t wearing underwear, or just got lucky with his guess, but his smile and deep look into my needful eyes told me what was imminent. I planted my lips upon his and breathed our shared oxygen as he lowered me almost effortlessly. His nearly vertical cock made teasing contact between my open thighs as he stopped and wet the head of his penis in me with a series of mini strokes to prepare us. Each repetition probed slightly deeper than the previous one. Inch by inch I was gently lowered onto his manhood until I was penetrated completely.
Desire erupted within me now and I dug my nails into his back, my weightless body floating off the floor as I was raised and lowered repeatedly, being fucked as he wished. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his palms supported my bottom, trying to relieve him of some of my weight, even though my tiny frame was surely like a feather for him.
I sensed he wanted more now. He shuffled me to the bed, where I was lowered and lay down onto my back, his beautiful cock never leaving my body.
Pinned to the mattress with my dress still around my waist, my legs were pushed up and wide, opening me for my lover to thrust more forcefully into me. Unlike my christening, this time I could feel his desire, his lust. His need to be the aggressor. His need to teach me the more physical side of making love and his need to take what he wanted.
I wanted all of this for him as well. My soft whimpers grew into louder moaning and then into needful screams. My legs were getting numb from the squeezing of his hands, his cock burying into me at full depth before each full withdrawal. His testicles slapped loudly against my ass just below my penetration.
Slowing his assault on my body momentarily, he allowed me to wriggle free enough to pull my dress up and over my head before discarding it onto the floor. My delicate white bra soon followed revealing my now fully nude frame below him as he removed his own shirt.
He lowered himself onto me now, compressing my firm breasts between us and grabbing a fistful of my blonde hair.
He moaned into my ear that he was close to cumming and, with a growing urgency, asked if he should pull out. I answered no, that I was on the pill, and it was ok. I told him I wanted him to cum inside me. Emboldened by the tequila, my reply grew louder, begging him to fuck me harder and to cum inside me.
I could feel his body stiffen as it prepared for its pending release. It excited me to know I had brought him to this moment, that my body and my growing sexual ability pleased him. I wanted to experience what it was like to consummate this ultimate act of intimacy. To give myself up to him freely and let him willfully complete our experience.
His back arched now as he lifted himself up and made a deep eye contact that equally matched how deep he now held his beautiful cock inside my tiny body. Resting on his elbows with both of his hands securely holding my head, he groaned loudly and began ejaculating forcefully inside me.
Oh my god, I thought to myself. I love this. It’s everything I imagined it would be and more.
I loved his control, his lustful need, his unabashed desire to have me however he wanted. I was helpless below him, my tender young pussy gripping his cock tightly as it contracted repeatedly inside me. It made me crave him even more. I wanted more of this.
With his orgasm subsiding, he released his hold and withdrew from me. Moving higher, he straddled me with one hand, supporting himself on the headboard to let his still beating cock hang over my face. Still twitching with small involuntary pulses, he glistened with a generous coating of his ejaculate and my own juices.
Without instruction, I opened my mouth to let him slide inside, giving me my first taste of a man’s cum. It was, for the most part, tasteless, and I loved the slick feeling of it on my lips as he moved in and out of my mouth. Sucking firmly and moving my hand to assist, I worked it lovingly, coaxing him through his body’s desired refractory period in an effort to maintain his erection. In short order, I could tell that I was going to be successful.
As he hardened once more in my mouth, I could feel my confidence growing with his cock. My first lesson had been an introduction, but now I had a much better understanding of how to please a man. Squirming my way up the pillows to be more vertical against the headboard, I relaxed my throat to receive him. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck to provide the resistance he craved as he once again asserted his control over my tight body.
I could feel a growing rope of saliva hanging from my chin, my eyes blurry, and my breathing labored as he pleasured himself inside my body once more. I was just a mere sexual novice, but with each act, I felt myself growing in confidence. I loved this, and I could tell he did too. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to experience his beautiful cock throbbing inside another part of me as he did, but my own greed was growing stronger. That experience would need to wait a little longer. I needed my own orgasm. The second of my young life.
“Fuck me again! Please… fuck me more!” I begged during my periodic gasps for air. “Teach me how to fuck! Teach me how to cum!”
Hearing my desperation and with renewed stamina now for round two, he withdrew from my battered mouth and climbed from the bed. Grabbing me by my delicate ankles, he dragged me to the bedside where he stood ready for my continued education.
I loved lying exposed to him, my bared breasts and hardened nipples standing firm below his gaze as he surveyed my body.
I was instructed to roll over onto my knees, which I did before feeling a gentle hand on each hip as I was guided backward into position. I knew what doggy style was, but I was a little nervous about what his intentions might be. My trepidation was quickly put at ease, though, when I felt him take one hand and guide the head of his penis to the precipice of my near-virgin pussy, instead of my still-virginal option two. With steady pressure, my tiny slit was slowly parted, and he eased himself back inside me once again.
He was very gentle with me, proceeding at my pace as he encouraged me to control things by determining the depth of each successive stroke. Little by little, I accepted more and more of his generous length until he reached full depth within me. Holding me securely on his fully embedded cock, I was instructed to drop my head down onto the mattress.
“That’s a good girl, Amy, relax,” I was told. “You’re doing great.”
I relaxed my body as instructed and blindly enjoyed the pleasure of feeling him rhythmically moving in and out of me. His grip on my hips now became lighter, allowing me to move reactively and cohesively with him.
As I found my own pace, a hand slipped under my neck and wrapped around my throat.
I moved faster now, rocking back and forth against him with nature’s instinct guiding my movements. The angle of his cock inside me was different this way, and I loved the feeling associated with that. I groaned deeply in reaction to a familiar sensation that was now growing stronger inside me again. I knew what it was this time, and I craved it. I wanted it. I needed it.
I boldly begged for him to thrust harder, to make me cum. He responded accordingly as his grip on my tender throat grew tighter and more controlling, until I erupted. My body exploded in pleasure, racking uncontrollably as I gasped and whimpered simultaneously.
As my body succumbed, I was pulled back firmly onto his shaft and held there, controlled against any possibility of further movement. Only now was I aware of his own contractions as he pumped more of his plentiful ejaculate reserves deep inside my helpless body.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear over our heavy breathing. “Next time, I will teach you how to be a bad girl.”
Knowing that my parents would not be home until the following evening and that I would not be as well, I fantasized that the next time would be tomorrow morning.
I couldn’t wait.
