Where it happened: Motel
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
In my town, competitive swimming was a big deal…as much as football or basketball in high school. Naturally I started on the middle school swim team along with dozens of others in the 6th grade. Most of the kids I didn’t know because they came from all the other elementary schools around town.
Twelve year old kids come in all sizes and we were an assortment of tall and short, skinny and fat. I was one of the tall and skinny ones. At that age I had no boobs, no hips, and was jealous of the other girls who already had the full package.
My friends with boobs would flirt with the boys, but I felt unattractive and only watched them. I especially watched one boy named David. Unfortunately for him, he introduced himself as “Davey”. He had just moved to town and was very shy. The other boys would tease him, calling him “Davey boy”. He also had a bad stutter, which provoked even more teasing. I was sympathetic with him, being the underdog myself.
Davey quickly established himself as the best sixth grade swimmer. And he looked the part. He was taller than average, very lean but muscular. There didn’t appear to be a hair on his body except for the short mop of curly blond hair on his head. The more I saw him the deeper my crush grew. I was too shy to talk to him, so all year I just watched him and admired his talent.
Over the next two years we both moved up the ranks of the swim team. Davey won most of the races he was in and so did I. My 14 year old body had started to mature and my crush on Davey had gotten stronger. Finally I had smallish boobs and puffy nipples, some curves around the hips and my bony arms and knees filled out thanks to all the swimming.
Being among the best swimmers on the team put us into closer contact, which I loved. Seeing Davey up close made my heart race. He was growing into a real hunk and now I admired his body too. Always taller than average, he was adding hard muscle to his chest, shoulders and back. His long legs were looking very strong and his speedos clung tightly to his tight round butt.
Davey was still shy and stuttered, and remained a loner. The other boys on the team had never become friendly with him. I would always congratulate him on his victories and tried to talk with him at practice, but he wouldn’t speak unless I spoke to him first. As time went by I grew more and more attracted to him and even more frustrated by his seeming indifference.
By the time we were juniors on the high school swim team we were both among the best swimmers in this part of the state. I had lots of friends, boys and girls, dated occasionally, but spent most of my time at the pool and at swim meets. That wasn’t bad because Davey was always there too.
We were both 17 now. I had a nice set of boobs, not real large but that’s OK for a swimmer. I was very strong with swimmer’s shoulders, legs and butt. Davey looked very powerful. The strength in his shoulders, arms, and back was tremendous. His muscle definition was striking, especially the hard six-pack on his belly. His speedos hardly covered the muscles of his ass and thighs. The weight of his cock and balls was evident in the tight fabric pouch in front. His blond hair was completely bleached by the pool water and the downy hair of his chest and legs was nearly white. I could hardly take my eyes off him.
The big district meet was coming up in a week and every practice was grueling. Davey finished an eight lap sprint and hauled himself up out of the water in front of me. His chest was heaving, the skin stretched tight across his ribs and muscles. He reminded me of a panther or leopard, powerful and potent.
Days before leaving for the meet, we took a team photo in the pool. Of course I was next to Davey. At the direction of the photographer the team members moved close together, my back pressing against Davey’s chest and stomach. I was nearly overcome by his powerful attraction. Impulsively I reached back and pulled his arms around me and held them there. His skin felt wonderfuly warm and smooth but his muscles were quivering. I pushed my ass back against his Speedos and I’m sure I could feel his cock and it was growing hard against my firm butt. We spent only a minute in this wonderful pose. Releasing his arms, Davey slowly pulled his arms back. I turned and looked up into his blue eyes and smiled. He smiled back, then blushed and quickly pushed off for the deep end and more practice.
The last day of practice before the meet Davey and I were among the last to leave the pool. I only stayed because he was still there. As practice ended I came up to Davey, threw my arms around him and gave him a few little kisses on his cheek. I whispered in his ear, “good luck Davey…you’re going to do great”. “Thu..thu..thanks he stuttered.” He immediately blushed, then turn and went into the boys locker room. It was obvious how painful his stuttering was to him. He stayed in his shell and didnt’t talk to protect himself from the jerks and their jokes. It made me feel terrible. It also made me determined to make him feel better.
As usual, Davey and I were among the last to leave the pool after practice. I waited outside the building for him. As he came out alone I ran up to him and and said, “Davey, ever since 6th grade we’ve grown up together at this pool. You’re the best swimmer I’ve ever seen, and the best looking guy I know. Just because you stutter, are you too stuck up to talk to me, or be my friend?”
He seemed pained by my comments, but he didn’t run away. I shut up and waited for him to talk (and I’m not going to write the stuttering). “Janie (that’s my name), I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me. You’ve always been real nice to me, never teased me for stuttering like the others. You’re so beautiful, I thought you were just being nice to me or felt sorry for me.”
This was the most Davey had said to me in five years, but I didnt’t let him stop there. “Well for your information Davey I don’t feel sorry for you, I’m mad at you for being so pig headed.” And now I did tease him a little by saying, “And I think you do like me, the way you held on to me in the pool when we took the team photo the other day.”
With that he actually laughed and said, “Hey, you grabbed me”. And I promptly grabbed him again, pulling him tight to my chest and I gave him a big juicy kiss on his mouth. Pausing to get his reaction, Davey returned my hug and then returned my kiss with a passion that surprised me…then melted me into his arms. We stood in the dark in a tight embrace, our passion building by the second. I’d waited for five years for this moment and it was worth it.
“Janie, I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you (he hadn’t) and I really do like you, a lot.” I believed him because through the thin nylon of our warmups I could feel his erection pushing against my lower belly. “I’ve always wanted to be with you like this, (he’s really stuttering now), but I just didn’t think I could.”
It was winter and very cold, so we walked to our cars in the parking lot. I suggested we get together for pizza after practice on Friday and he agreed. It would be at his house. With plans made I kissed him again and gave him a friendly grope on his very muscular ass as he turned to leave. WOW, I was boiling.
Finally Friday arrived and practice ended. Davey drove me to his house. His parents were divorced and he lived with his father. He worked the third shift and would be leaving for work at 8:30 p.m. The three of us ate pizza together. His dad was a great guy. We talked about swimming and how we’d known each other since 6th grade. “Davey, what took you so long to ask this girl for a date,” he asked.
Davey blushed and didn’t answer. His father took my hand and looked me in the eyes, his own filling with tears. “Davey’s mother left us when he was ten and it hurt him real bad. That when the stuttering started and the school therapy hasn’t helped him much. It’s was real tough moving to a new town. Thank you for being his friend.”
Now I was nearly in tears. Dad blew his nose and said he had to leave for work. He chucked Davey on the arm and gave me a little kiss on the forehead and left. We finished the pizza and looked around the house, filled with trophies, plaques and ribbons from Davey’s swimming. We walked around making small talk, but the tension between us was growing. Finally we moved close together and I touched Davey’s arm. He looked at me and pulled me close to him.
“Davey, am I the first girl you ever kissed?” His answer was yes. “Did you like it? Again his answer was yes. “Do you want to do it again?” “Do you?” he asked.
Instead of answering I gave him a passionate kiss and stroked my tongue across his teeth and pushed into his mouth. He followed my example and we slumped down onto the couch. From there it was makeout city. We kissed and groped and kissed some more. I unzipped the front of his warmup shirt and kissed his broad muscular chest. Davey seemed to enjoy this so I pushed the sleeves off his shoulders and dove into the job. His shoulder and arm muscles tensed and relaxed as I massaged and kissed them. My tongue trailed down the middle of his chest and moved to each nipple. They were dark brown and slightly raised off his chest. The small center was hard and erect and I flicked each one with my tongue and pinched with my fingers.
Shifting my weight onto my hip, the flat of my hand moved slowly down over his washboard stomach muscles and around his side. Where his butt starts to bulge out from his back I pushed my hand under the elastic waistband and stroked around to the soft smooth belly, the tips of my fingers moving through the soft coils of his pubic hairs.
Davey snapped out of the near trance that my kisses and massage had done to him. I really wanted the same treatment from him but he didn’t immediately make any move, so I unzipped my own warmup top and unsnapped the front of my bra, slowly opening both to show my breasts to his eyes, widening in surprise. I took both his hands and placed them on my breasts. He knew what to do from that point on. His very light touch grew more firm as did my breasts and nipples. I’d always had puffy nipples and they were now standing tall and hard as his tongue circled round and round.
“Davey, I’ve loved you since the 6th grade, and I want you to be my first lover.” I couldn’t believe I’d said those words so blatently to him, but I also meant every one of them. I stood up and took him by the hand. “Lets go to your room Davey.”
He led me back into the dark hallway and into a small bedroom with a full sized bed nearly filling it. I couldn’t wait to get his pants off and grabbed everything around his waist and pulled them straight down. The male equipment I’d admired in his Speedos lived up to my expectations. A massively thick cock jutted straight up across his belly, surrounded by golden curly hair like on his head. I’d seen erect cocks in pictures and porn videos, but seeing Davey up close like this was awesome. Davey’s heart was pounding and his rigid penis quivered with every beat. I slowly wrapped my hand around the shaft, but couldn’t begin to close my hand around him, it was so thick. I traced the thick vein down the shaft to where his heavy balls hung low in their hairless velvet sack. They moved slightly as I gently touched each one. I looked up at Davey and his head was back and eyes closed, chest heaving as he felt my touch on his most personal of parts.
I didn’t know if Davey would be as bold as I was, so I stood up slowly, licking his cock from its base up to the bulging hood. I sat back on the bed and teasingly took off my warmup pants and panties, boldly exposing my virgin pussy to him as he stood over me, his erection already dripping from my personal attentions.
I look up at the figure of this boy, standing naked and beautiful above me. I thought of that little 12 year old kid who’d caught my eye so long ago. Here he stood like a Greek god over me, as I waited for that huge cock to push into my pussy and fill me with his hot cum.
That fantasy quickly came true. Davey turned and closed the door. His leg and ass muscles rippling as he walked. He was unbelieveable. Davey moved quickly and, finally, aggressively to me. His large strong hands felt every inch of my body, but he seemed especially fond of my ass, thighs, and pussy (surprise). His first look at pussy presented him with a full mound of pussy hair as dark as his was blond. I’d only trimmed enough so it wouldn’t poke out of my Speedos…I didn’t want the suit to ride up into a hairless slit when I swam.
He stroked my slit and inserted a finger or two. He moved his face close, but didn’t move close enough to eat me. I don’t think he was sure just what to do. I knew what I wanted him to do so I told him. “Davey, I want to feel your cock in my pussy.”
Using his strength and agility, he moved like a cat up my body, hovering just over me, but close enough to kiss and lick his way up my belly, across my tits and neck, and then out full length over my body. I felt his powerful arms and chest, easily holding his weight over me. The feeling of power in him was breathtaking. Almost fearing what his huge erection was going to do to my tight pussy, I pulled him to me. I took his throbbing cock in my hand…gosh it was thick…and rubbed it back and forth across my sopping wet pussy lips.
Davey’s hips started a slow thrusting motion which started the head of that monster into the slit. Slowly, with each thrust, he moved in deeper and deeper. I wanted to scream, first in pain, then in pleasure as he popped easily thru my cherry. He paused at my grimace of pain, but reassured I was OK, he stepped up his thrusting until that giant cock was buried up to his balls inside me.
Quickly now, Davey’s pumping increased in speed and power. After first clinging tightly to me, he now arched his back and pushed his chest and head up over me, panting and moaning right along with me. I could feel his cock swell even larger in my very tight pussy and I knew he was cumming. As he started Davey reached up under my back and pulled down on my shoulders, the better to thrust even more deeply into my belly as he shot off burst after burst of burning hot cum. I was amazed by his power and energy, but what did I expect from this stud of a guy.
Even as his final spurts were made my own orgasm erupted and I returned the physical treatment he gave me, wrapping my legs around his to push him again into my pussy as far as possible. As the waves of pleasure rushed across me I pushed my hands against his chest, gripping each of his pecs and nipples and squeezing them and releasing, squeezing and releasing until the moment passed.
At rest now we laid still for a long time without speaking, Davey’s erection much softer now but still gripped in my tight pussy. He kept most of his weight supported on his legs and arms so that our contact was gentle and stimulating.
For the next three hours we continued our lovemaking, hardly varying from the same position we’d started with. Each time Davey’s orgasm took longer to arrive but when it came it was the same freight train of power and fury. Mine too.
It was our first date, but it was five years in the making and I felt totally in love with my Davey. Despite the naked passion of the previous four hours, Davey shyly averted his eyes while I got up from his bed and went in to take a shower. After I was dressed he showered and took me home, hardly speaking a word.
It as late now and my parents expected me home. Davey took my hands in his and pulled me close. Without stuttering a bit he said, “Janie, I don’t know what to say to you other than thank you…not only for what we did tonight…but for everything that came before, years before. And one more thing, I love you too for what happened tonight. It was great.”
What could I say. I loved this boy…I loved his father…and I still love them both to this day. We’re in college on swimming scholarships and are going to be married in the spring. Davey still stutters when he’s nervous (which happens a lot), or when he’s upset(which is almost never). But with me, Davey is smooth as silk and that tells me everything I’ll ever want to know.
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