Where it happened: in my bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Hi. Im Cheryll.
I’m almost seventeen now. I gave my virginity to a real man three years ago, and I am thankful things worked out like they did. We’re still good friends. Though we don’t see much of each other any more, I know I can count on him, no matter what for or where. He’s proven himself to me after our first time, than before. I have absolutely no regrets.
When I met him, he was a counselor at our church camp, and as I found out later, was a fairly close neighbor, living just a few streets over from me. I was about eleven at the time, and not interested in sex, and he never mentioned it.
He was certified as a family counselor, and helped my family through some really tough times. My dad’s job as a “Spacecraft Environmental Systems Consultant” vaporized, and that led to a lot of tension and frustration in our home, that lasted for a couple years. His advice and guidance helped dad change careers and get the family going again. He gained our unwavering confidence.
Later, when I was about fourteen and a half, I had a severe self image problem. My hormones were in full force, and the stupid boys were just ignoring me. All I wanted was to be held, and spoken to sweetly, and kissed and romanced a little … and have someone I could depend on to love me.
Those of you who have been there know what I mean. Well, Dad picked up on my problem, and suggested I schedule some visits with our friend, and maybe he could help me with some counseling.
On the first visit, I told him how I felt, and that nobody of the opposite sex seemed to realize that I was even alive. I felt like a non-person. He understood completely. He said a few things to bolster my self confidence, and asked me to come in again the next day. I did.
On the second visit, he showed me a few pictures of the more “popular” girls my age. He pointed out that they weren’t any prettier, nor any sexier than me. He even gave me some photos of nude girls, in a closed binder, and had me go into the humongous master bathroom (alone), disrobe myself, and compare myself in the mirror with the photos. I was surprised! Not only did I compare well with them, but I recognized some of the girls in the photos. Some popular girls. Some more pep talk, and he sent me home, to return in a week. I kept wondering how he got the photos.
Next week, I went by early. I was looking foreward to our meeting. When I arrived, he was with a client, and asked me to wait for him in the master suite. There was a small table, a couple chairs, a couch, a small refrigerator, and of course a king size bed. There was a large adjoining bath / dressing area, which I already spoke of. I waited in one of the chairs. Right on time, he came into the bedroom, and greeted me. He said the other couple was working some things out in his office, and asked if we could have our session there in the bedroom. He apologized, and offered to reschedule our appointment, but I said “No, this is fine”.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and we began to talk about some of my feelings, both emotional and physical. He was SO understanding. As I vented myself, I began to sniffle a little, and got up and sat down beside him. He put his arm around me. I laid my shoulder on his head, and wrapped my arms around him. He felt so strong. And … he smelled good too. He wore a good expensive cologne, and just enough that you had to be really close to tell he had any on at all. To me, he smelled like a real Man.
After a couple minutes of conversation, we scooted up on the bed, and laid down. What a pleasant feeling. So relaxing and secure. There I was, laying (fully clothed) on the bed with a real Man, with my head on his shoulder. It’s just exactly what I wanted … and needed. We continued our conversation as he stroked my hair, shoulders, and back. It felt so good to be there with him.
He said: “You know, we shouldn’t be like this, you might wrinkle your dress. Why don’t you hang up your dress, and put on one of the dusters in the closet”? That sounded good to me, so I got up and went to the bathroom to change. I had on no slip, just regular nylon panties and a regular bra. I hung up my dress, put the hip length duster on, and came back into the bedroom. He was down to his t-shirt, and was in bed, covered to the waist. As I approached, he threw the covers back on my side, and I immediately slipped in under them. Without a word, I was back in position with my head on his shoulder, and my arm over his chest. You know the rest.
CUT TO THE CHASE:
After kissing, touching, carressing, nipple sucking, clit twiddling, and making sure I was well lubricated, he entered me ever so gently and slowly. It was heaven on earth. Absolutely no pain or discomfort of any kind. He was huge and hard in me for over an hour. We were in all possible positions at least three or four times each.
He asked me when my period was due. I told him “within a week”. He said “Excellent”, and rolled me over on top of him again. He said he was going to fill me with his sperm, but explained “safe days” to me, and showed me I couldn’t get pregnant by being inseminated from the eighteenth day of my cycle through the first. That put me further at ease, and I started to work on him. We had been to the brink of orgasm several times, but this time he was going to really give his all to me. I was ready for it. I wanted to feel him filling me with sperm. He had put me on top, so I could be in control.
I wallowed on him, and he felt so good, from head to toe, and especially now, deep inside me. I became aware that something “Chemical” was going on inside me, and I was starting to feel things better and much more intense. I was burning inside, as I began slow stroking him, swallowing his organ with mine, squeezing, and pulling away so slowly. I could feel the ridges and veins of his, as he slid in and out of me. I could feel the ridge around the head, as it moved past my cervix, back and forth, and as it passed a quite sensitive spot just above my cervix. He called it the “G” spot.
He was an adult, and though average size, was quite large in me, a fourteen year old. My inside lips were pulled open extremely tight, and the head of my clit was in constant contact with his shaft as it stroked in and out of me. I could make it rub harder against him by sliding down a little, and changing the angle between his and mine. Then it happened:
Like a flood, waves of pleasure washed over me from head to toe. I was on fire all over, and wanted nothing more than to take even more of him into me. I lost control, and my thigh muscles began milking him involuntarily, and I began hunching him hard and very fast, and absolutely could not stop. No way! I was physically out of control, and could not stop. It was heaven. It felt so fine!
Just at what I thought was the peak of my pleasure, he began thrusting upward into me, and I could feel the spasms in his back, and in his organ, as it sought out my very deepest spot, and filled me with his semen. He had slid his hands down to the small of my back, and was holding me ever so tightly against him, thrusting ever deeper into me. What pure pleasure it was.
After quite a few minutes, things subsided, he became limp, and we rolled apart on the bed, and just breathed heavily for a while. He toweled me off, then himself, and we just lay there in each others arms.
Later, we got up and showered together, I washed myself out in the Bidet, and got dressed. We hugged and kissed again, and then he made his pledge to me:
He was here for me, at my pleasure, and at my own time. He would be here for me in any capacity I needed him, for as long as I needed him; and when that “someone special” finally came along for me, he’d step aside quietly and completely. It sounded like a good deal to me. It has been so far.
I hope you can be as lucky as I have been.
Love,
Cheryll
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