We sat on the couch talking, which was pleasant, but the sexual tension was unbearable. Nancy had turned the TV on when we sat down, which made me wonder what her intentions were. Likely she hadn’t made up her mind yet.
Finally, after a short period of silence, we practically fell towards each other. Our lips met in a deep and prolonged kiss. One more thing about her – Nancy was a great kisser.
I began stroking her soft hair while we kissed, and she rubbed the back of my neck. We fell onto the couch and lay down (she lay – I was kind of half-on, half-off; it was a short couch). Lying like this, we embraced. I began nuzzling her neck while her hands went over my back. The TV began playing ‘The Star-Spangled Banner’ as a sign-off, and Nancy reached behind her and clicked it off without looking away.
This is the one, I thought. After numerous false starts and near misses, I’m finally losing my virginity tonight. With this in mind, I slowly worked my hands down and began caressing her breasts. Nancy did not resist and looked deep into my eyes. Reaching behind her back, she partially unzipped her dress, then pulled it and her bra down, exposing her lovely breasts.
I admired them for just a moment, then began gently caressing them, first running my hands under and over them to feel their softness, then running my fingers over and around her now engorged nipples. Nancy responded to this with increased heavy breathing. I was about to begin licking her nipples when she stopped me by taking my head in her hands.
“Before this goes any farther, I need to tell you that I’m having my period,” she said.
I was a little taken aback, and uncertain how to respond. I wanted to have sex with her, but not if she didn’t. Clumsily I asked, “Would it hurt you to have sex now?”
Nancy chuckled. “No, of course not,” she replied, “it’s just messy. Some guys find it a turn off.”
I smiled. “Not me. I so very much want to make love to you,” I whispered. I then said in a firmer voice, “We could get a roll of paper towels or something, to clean up after.”
Nancy smiled broadly and sat up. “I was hoping you’d feel that way,” she replied happily.
Nancy stood and led the way into the kitchen. “And we won’t have to worry about birth control,” she said while taking down a roll of paper towels from its holder beneath the kitchen cabinet.
“So I can go squirt-squirt inside you?” I babbled excitedly, too caught up in the moment to regard what I was saying.
Nancy laughed. “That’s one way to put it,” she said as we walked into the bedroom.
The room was small. There was a medium-sized table with a sewing machine and pieces of cloth on it. The only other furnishings were a low dresser and a twin-sized bed.
Still yammering instead of preparing for sex with a lovely woman, I asked, “Do you sew?”
“My sister does,” she replied as she slipped out of her dress, “this is her house. My son and I live here with her.”
“Is she divorced too?” I tactlessly asked.
Nancy looked at me with a hint of annoyance. “I thought we were here to make love,” she said.
She stepped out of her dress and took her bra off. Standing there in only panties and pantyhose, she put her hands on my chest and pushed me backward and down onto the bed.
“Sit down, sir,” she ordered. She stroked my head and gazed at me, then said, “You get undressed, and I’ll be back in a moment.”
As soon as she left, I did as I was instructed. I quickly shucked out of my clothes and gratefully stripped off my briefs, which had been painfully containing my erect member. As I sat on the bed, Nancy once again appeared, this time wearing a long bathrobe. To my surprise, she grabbed me by the ankles and swung me onto the bed.
“Lay down, sir,” she ordered. I arranged myself on the bed and opened my legs as Nancy was situating herself between them, where she could face my swollen member. I tingled as I anticipated what was about to happen. Smiling, she stroked my member with her hands for a moment, then dropped her head over it, engulfing it with her mouth. There was a soft sucking sound as she worked up and down on my penis, turning her head to-and-fro in a very practiced maneuver.
She transitioned to straight head-bobbing fellatio for a few minutes. I was afraid I would cum in her mouth. Nancy, though, was knowledgeable of these things and stopped in time.
She stood up and untied her bathrobe, then dropped it to the floor. I didn’t have much time to enjoy staring at her glorious nudity, for she almost immediately climbed up onto the bed and put her legs on either side of me.
This is it! Here it comes! I was almost trembling with the excitement of having my member in a woman’s vagina for the first time. Nancy stroked my manhood for few seconds then, keeping her soft grip on it, raised herself up on her knees and positioned her vagina above my virgin penis.
Nancy took my stiff member and placed it on the lips of her labium. When she lowered her soft vagina over it, I thought I would faint with pleasure. I had never felt something so wonderful. Being a woman of apparently great experience, she quite skillfully fucked me, her breathing coming in small gasps. After some moments, my pelvis began rhythmically rising to meet her up and down motions.
“Oh God, Nancy,” I gasped out, “Make love to me – ” An inappropriate comment but one that burst from my uninitiated mouth. Finally, I let out some loud moans as my hardness burst and I filled her menstruating womb with my jism.
Nancy smiled broadly and lay next to me, panting heavily. After a moment of recovery, I reached for the roll of towels and tore a section off. I began wiping my limp manhood, while Nancy tore some off and wiped at her vagina.
“Too much of my semen?” I asked.
“Too much blood,” she replied, “Even on me.”
I rolled the bloody towels inside some clean ones and dropped them on the floor. We lay back on her bed, facing one another, and gazed at each other for some time. I reflected how, even though Nancy was by no means supermodel material, I had never seen a woman so beautiful as one I had just had intercourse with.
At length, she said, “I didn`t know men would ask to be made love to. I thought that was a woman’s prerogative.”
“It`s from lack of experience,” I said, “You’re my first time.”
Nancy looked at me in genuine surprise. “You’re a virgin?” she gasped.
“Well, until about fifteen minutes ago,” I replied, then went on, “It hasn’t been through lack of trying. I`ve had carnal knowledge several times. But the time was never right. Either the girl was too drunk, not interested enough, or too anxious to get pregnant. But tonight everything was so right. I did so want to make love to you, menstrual flow be damned.”
She looked at the ceiling. “I feel like I`ve ruined you,” she said at length.
“Oh, that isn’t true,” I replied, emphatically, “I knew tonight everything was right, and you were the woman I wanted to lose my virtue with. I was anxious for this to happen.”
Nancy turned her head, looked at me for a moment, then smiled. “Well, I’m honored to be your first time,” she said, finally.
“This is a time I will always remember,” I said as I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Nancy continued smiling – I thought she might have been purring softly.
At length, I asked, “So, what do you want me to do now?”
“What do you mean?” she answered.
“Well, I know you have a lot of responsibilities, and I don’t want to be a bother,” I said.
“Do you want to leave?” Nancy asked, frowning slightly with concern.
“No, I don’t, I like being here with you,” I replied.
“Then stay,” she sighed, “I don’t have to pick my son up until morning. It won’t be super comfortable, but you can sleep here with me. And maybe we can make love again.”
“Mmmm…my second time,” I grinned.
Nancy grinned back. “I’ll make you an omelet in the morning,” she said.
