I gazed up at Angel’s pussy, utterly spellbound.
“Do you want a taste?” she asked in a low voice.
Those words immediately snapped me out of my trance. “Yes, please!”
Again, that delighted giggle of hers. I hurried to slide down farther on the couch, while she moved upward. Soon, her pussy was just inches above my face.
“Ready?” I heard her whisper.
“So ready!”
As she sank downward, I inhaled deeply to catch her scent. It was heady, prompting me to wonder if it was possible to get drunk on that enticing aroma. Already, I couldn’t get enough.
A moment later, I was introduced to her taste as well. Her warmth enveloped me as she settled on my face. At first, I remained motionless, my mind going blank as a result of all my senses being overwhelmed. Thank God I quickly roused myself from that state. The sound of Angel’s moan made me extend my tongue and give her folds an eager lick.
Of course, I was clueless about what she enjoyed during oral, and in this position, with her pussy nestled firmly against the lower part of my face, I could only root around with my tongue tip in search of her clit. Triumph surged through me when I finally homed in on that swollen pearl.
“Ooh yes, Finley! Lick me right there!” she urged.
I was gentle at first, unsure of how sensitive she was. It didn’t take long for her pussy to grow even wetter, the taste even stronger in my mouth. Her mewls and gasps spurred me on until my tongue was working at a relentless pace.
“Fuck, I love that!” Still resting her weight on her knees, Angel wove her fingers through my hair. She started sliding her pussy back and forth, revealing her own intense arousal. With her juice all over my skin, I felt as though she was trying to mark me. That thought made my cock give a powerful twitch.
Gently, she angled my head upward and slightly toward her. “Suck my clit, baby! Make me come!”
After some hapless fumbling, I managed to wrap my lips around her flesh. My moans joined hers while I sucked that bud, rolling it against my tongue. My hands glided along her body until they cupped her breasts. As she leaned into my palms, I felt her tremble.
“Don’t stop,” she said in a guttural voice. “I’m almost there!”
I suckled even more fervently, my tongue moving at a muscle-straining speed. My eyes widened when Angel stiffened beneath my hands. A second later, she began to shudder, plaintive wails escaping her lips. Continuing my enthusiastic pleasuring, I realized I could have happily spent the rest of my life with my face between her thighs.
She suddenly withdrew, as if my attention now caused discomfort. I searched her face, trying to determine if I’d done something wrong. Her eyes met mine, and a luminous smile lit up her expression. Pressing a hand to her chest, she said through quickened breaths, “Finley, that was amazing!”
Only later, when I was back at college and had gained more sexual experience, would I understand just how responsive Angel was to oral. It wouldn’t always be so easy to make other women come with my mouth. But that afternoon, Angel had awakened an intense desire within me to please my partner, and to do my best to make sure she was satisfied.
Her gaze was now tender as she smoothed my mussed hair. “Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?”
“I loved every second of it,” I replied with my own smile.
I could tell my response made her happy. Reaching behind her, she felt for my cock. I had to muffle a needy cry when she wrapped her fingers around my shaft.
“You’re good and hard for me,” Angel purred. My hips resumed their desperate bucking while she stroked me. “Tell me, Finley,” she went on in that seductive tone, “do you really want me to be your first?”
“More than anything!” Though my eyes were full of pleading, I didn’t dare move. I was afraid of doing something that would cause her to reconsider.
Instead, she leaned forward, lowering her head. I lifted mine so we could share a kiss. “Let’s get you undressed, baby,” Angel said.
She climbed off the couch and started pulling down my shorts and underwear. Sitting up, I yanked my shirt over my head. A shy smile played at my lips when she took the time to remove my socks. Her stare was hungry moving over my naked body.
Finally, our eyes locked again. “Do you want me to get a condom, Finley? I have an IUD, but—”
Emphatically, I shook my head. Though I knew a condom would help me last longer, I couldn’t resist my desire to be inside her with no barrier between us. “I’m fine not using one,” I told her. “I mean, unless you want to.”
She merely grinned and rejoined me on the couch. Resting a hand against my chest, her expression grew serious for a moment. “Just make sure you use them when you’re back at college, okay?”
At that moment, I couldn’t imagine wanting any other woman, no matter how abjectly horny I might be in the future. Still, I readily nodded in agreement.
When Angel again straddled me, I felt a rush of relief. It was easier, so much easier, with her assuming control. Taking my cock in her hand, she slid my tip along her inner folds. The sensation made me start shaking, and of course she noticed.
“It’s okay if you don’t last long,” she reminded me. “I know you’re really excited, and you already made me feel so good with that sexy mouth of yours. I’ll love having your dick inside me, so don’t stress; just enjoy it.”
I regarded her with my usual awestruck stare. It was as if she really was an angel in the literal sense, come to save me from the curse of perpetual virginity. “Thank you,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
“Of course, Finley. I want your first time to be special.”
I held my breath, every muscle taut as Angel guided me inside her. A helpless, strangled sound emerged from my throat, contrasting with her breathy moan.
“Ooh, you feel fantastic!” she told me, her eyelids briefly fluttering closed.
How could I possibly describe the bliss of having my cock surrounded by slick, hot flesh for the first time? It was so intense that it bordered on excruciating. Again, I found myself afraid to move. My stare drifted from Angel’s pussy up to her face, and I discovered she was watching me.
“How do I feel?” she asked softly.
I opened my mouth, struggling for the right words, but all I could manage was, “Fuuuccckk…” My eyes were threatening to roll back into my head.
My reaction clearly delighted Angel, for she slid a palm over my chest, grinning while her fingertips grazed my left nipple. “Is it okay if I start moving?”
“God, yes, please,” I begged in a choked voice.
Angel kept her body snugly pressed to mine, so that when she began rolling her hips, her movement wasn’t a bounce but a gentle glide. I soon realized she was able to rub her clit against me like this.
Though I rested my hands on her hips, I let her set the pace. “That’s so good!” I groaned.
“For me, too.” Her cheeks were now flushed, along with her neck and chest. I fixed my stare on her perfect tits, which hypnotically swayed in time with her rhythm. “My clit’s still so sensitive,” she added, breathing even faster. “It won’t be long till I come again.”
I was profoundly grateful to learn that, for my own need to orgasm was increasing by the second. If she’d been bouncing wildly on my dick, I would have shot my load long before now.
As Angel drew closer to climax, her pace became more insistent. I growled through clenched teeth, for despite her assurance that I didn’t need to last, I was desperate to do just that.
Hovering right at the precipice, I managed to hold back until I felt the tell-tale rigidity of her muscles. Her brow furrowed as her eyes took on an almost pained look. Then she came hard around my dick.
As soon as her cries filled my ears, and her pussy clenched around me, I let go. It felt as if she was draining me not only of cum, but of my very essence. I readily surrendered it all; beneath her, I thrust upward, as if to further impale her on my cock.
“Yes, Finley, come inside me!”
By that point, I was sweating and trembling. Even after I was spent, Angel’s orgasm seemed endless. I could have sworn those spams went on for a full minute, varying in strength but still powerful enough to milk my cock.
Finally, the wave of ecstasy ebbed, and Angel slumped forward. I was quick to embrace her. Snuggling against my chest, she said, “I needed that so much!”
My dick was still partway inside her, but when she moved to press her lips against mine, I slipped all the way out. Cupping my hand against the back of her head, I poured all my feelings for her into our kiss.
When she finally withdrew, her expression bordered on sheepish. “As much as I’d like to stay right here, I feel your cum oozing out of me, so I’d better go clean up.”
Before she slipped from my arms, I gave her another kiss, then said, “Thank you for being my first.”
“It was my pleasure,” she replied with a wink. As she climbed to her feet, I saw a trace of my semen clinging to her inner thigh.
Once she left the living room, I reluctantly rose and began to dress. I picked up her clothes as well, folding them neatly (though I couldn’t resist holding the crotch of her underwear against my face beforehand).
She returned a few minutes later, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties. She looked so relaxed, so content, while closing the distance between us. The moment she wrapped her arms around my waist and tilted her head upward, welcoming another kiss, I lowered my mouth to hers.
“Alright, mister, go wash your face right now,” she told me, trying to feign a stern expression. “I can’t send you home to your mom while you smell like my pussy.”
I flashed a grin. “Yes, ma’am. Kinda wish I could keep smelling like your pussy, though.”
She delivered a playful smack to my butt in order to send me on my way.
While washing up in the bathroom, I kept glancing at my reflection. It amazed me that I looked pretty much the same. Though I felt as if I’d undergone an earthshaking, reality-altering experience, my face revealed not even a hint of it.
Angel was waiting for me in the kitchen with a glass of iced tea. She’d put her sundress back on. “You don’t have to hurry off if you don’t want to,” she said, still wearing that beautiful smile. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving!” I answered, thrilled that I’d been invited to stay.
I helped her prepare grilled salmon and a salad, and as we sat down to eat, I realized how easily the conversation now flowed between us. It was as if Angel had loosened my tongue and freed all the words I’d never before had the courage to say.
Later, after we’d finished tidying up the kitchen, I figured she would politely signal she was ready for me to head home. I hadn’t even left yet, and already I was missing her.
Angel surprised me by slipping her arms around my waist. “You know what I want?”
I smiled, gently rocking her back and forth. “Do tell.”
She flashed a wicked grin. “Well, I sucked you off and sat on your face. I rode your cock. And now… I want you to fuck me.”
Even as my dick stirred, I fought to hide my confusion. “I would absolutely love to. But how do you want me to fuck you?”
In response, Angel withdrew from my embrace and took off her dress. “You’re going to take control this time,” she murmured, her stare growing hot. “You’re going to fuck me however you choose.”
The prospect of being inside her again had me instantly hard. “Yeah?” I said quietly. “That’s what you want?”
Whatever she saw in my face made her breath quicken as she nodded.
It took just a few seconds for me to sweep Angel off her feet and then set her on the countertop. I slid a hand along her inner thigh, seeking out her pussy. Holding my gaze, she said, “Ah yes, this is exactly what I want, Finley.”
The challenge in her eyes made me even bolder. Hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties, I gave the fabric a firm tug. She lifted herself up a little so I could strip her of the undergarment altogether. Then she settled her bare ass down on the counter, opening her legs wide.
I hurried to lower my shorts and underwear before taking my place between her thighs. Trying to control my own lust, I teased her pussy with my cock. She let out a whimper as my tip massaged her clit.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I positioned myself at her entrance and then slid inside. She immediately wrapped her legs around my hips, as if to pull me in deeper. Cupping her face in my hands, I gave her a hard kiss while pumping away. Over our moans, I could hear the sound of our fucking, wet and obscene. As I drove my dick into her, I wondered how much of my cum still remained in her pussy.
Breaking the kiss, Angel looked down between us, seemingly enthralled by the sight of my cock claiming her juicy cunt. “Yes, yes, harder!”
I fucked her at a merciless pace, in a way I never would have dared to before. She began furiously rubbing her clit, and as my breath mingled with hers, the scent of sex drifted up toward us.
This time, I came first, my cry full of both relief and regret. But I was still pulsing within Angel’s pussy when she reached her climax as well.
“Fuck!” A powerful shudder overtook her entire body, as though the orgasm had stripped her of all control. When she slumped against me, I held her in a fierce embrace. Lowering my lips to her hair, I waited for our breathing to return to normal. My cock was slow to soften inside her.
Finally, Angel said, “Now that I’ve kicked Clayton out, I might need some help around the house. That is, if your mom can spare you a couple of times a week.”
“Oh, she can spare me,” I quickly replied, not bothering to hide my delighted grin. “And I’m more than happy to help.”
***
Angel and I continued our secret relationship for the rest of the summer. By the time I had to leave for college, I was so in love that I could barely stand the pain of saying goodbye to her. She blinked back her own tears while making me promise that I would strive to meet new people, and to have new experiences. “Don’t forget me, though,” she added, her voice tinged with sadness.
“I could never, ever forget you,” I whispered before tenderly kissing her.
“You’ll meet someone amazing, Finley. I know you will.”
I would have happily gotten down on one knee and proposed to Angel right then, but I knew she couldn’t love me. Not in the way I loved her. Unlike me, she was wise enough to realize that the obstacles to our relationship would prove insurmountable. If what we’d shared that summer ever came to light, she would be the one to face the cruel double standard of having people regard her with scorn.
In the years that followed, I made a point to see Angel every time I was home from school. Even when she started dating a man a few years her senior, we kept in touch. And whenever we greeted each other, I always took her in my arms and whispered, “Thank you.”
It turned out that she was right about me meeting someone amazing. Soon after I graduated from college, I was engaged to be married, for I’d been lucky enough to find the love of my life. At my wedding, I shook the hand of Angel’s new husband, then drew my first love into an embrace. With my lips close to her ear, I whispered my thanks, just as I always did.
During a single summer, she’d changed not only the course of my future; she’d also changed me.
