Helen
The first moment I saw him I knew I both wanted, and was determined to have him. He was “sex on legs.” The score board showed that his name was Gabriel Hennessy, and he was an angel; tall, six feet, with long powerful legs which disappeared into tight white sports shorts, clinging very snugly to a wonderful bum. He wore a loose sports vest, which, as he flew around the court, stretching, bending or reaching for the shuttle, gave tantalising glimpses of a toned and muscular torso, and a sexy line of black hair running down the front of his tummy behind his waist band. He had broad shoulders, a beautiful face, topped by long curly rich brown hair.
His opponent was Matt Evans, the reason I was here. Matt and I have known each other since we first met at primary school, aged five. We were the best of friends, and love each other like brother and sister. Indeed in our early teens we had also been each others foil for our sexual discoveries, playing around with each other at the age of fourteen. It was ok for a while, but soon we realised something was wrong, which turned out that Matt was gay. He was full of angst and stress about it, mainly because he could not find another gay boy he fancied; all the ones he wanted were very straight. He hoped that with Gabriel, his luck had changed; though my second thought was that if so, it was a great loss to the female world.
The match was almost over, Gabriel just winning. As the boys left the court, Matt waved to me and came over. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said Helen love, meet Gabriel. I looked up into his face and could not say anything. His bright blue eyes were shining like diamonds, and as he looked at me he smiled like I was the best thing he had ever seen. He was so not gay! Poor Matt.
Then he said, in this deep, chocolate brown voice, “Hello, there. Are you Matt’s girlfriend?”
“No”, I croaked – my voice just would not work, “I’m no ones girlfriend. Matt and I are just best mates.”
He gave me a very odd look, which I hoped meant that he was pleased!
We arranged to go back to Matts house, and so I waited for the boys to change. They emerged together, and Matt said that as he needed to take his bike home, would I go with Gabriel and show him the way. Would I? Sure! His car was a real beauty; a small MG Midget, two seater, in French racing blue. He drove so well, smoothly and yet fast with really intense concentration. His hands, big and broad, were very attractive, and I really wanted them all over me! We talked all the time, and I found out that he had recently moved here from London, with his parents, was going to finish his A levels and then hoped to go to university to become a doctor. The car had been an eighteenth birthday present. Matt was just seventeen, and I would be too in a month.
“So do you have a girlfriend?” I asked at some point.
“Well not really,” he said a bit slowly. “She is back in London, and I am not really sure how things stand between us. She did not want me to leave; and seemed to drop me when I said I was going. I am not being wet or anything; I get on well with my parents, and when I go to uni will really leave home, so I want till then to be for family.”
“Um, I can understand that. So do you still see her then or anything?”
“I have seen her a couple of times since, but the fun has gone out of it.”
We had arrived at the pub, but before getting out of the car, Gabriel turned to me and said, “Helen, let me ask you now, in case there is no time later. Would you like to come out with me sometime, show me the sights? Perhaps we could go for a meal?”
“Yeah, I’d love to; though there isn’t much to see. When were you thinking of?”
“Well we don’t have school on Wednesday afternoon, how about then?”
Gabriel
Matt had said that a friend would be meeting us after the match, and that he hoped we would get on. He had not mentioned that it was a girl, or that she was one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen. It’s not just that I have not been dating anyone for a while, (two months since I even went out and six since I last had sex), she really is gorgeous! Height about five – five, or six; petite, but really lovely with it. And the face. So much energy, and (hopefully I am right here) mischief!
Still I had to play it cool, as I don’t want to spook her. It took all my self control not to find ways to touch her. (I have always found the quickest way to get intimate is to do a lot of little touches, brushing hands, shoulders etc, Seems to really get them going.) Still she has agreed to go out in a couple of days, so that’s a result! Now how do I play it? See the sights I said. So a drive round, ending in a quiet place for a picnic, or a pub lunch? Yes a picnic, as there will be an excuse to have a blanket to lay on!
How about condoms? So I have them and push it. Or ‘happen’ to have some if it looks likely to be a goer? Or better still, think long term, and don’t have them, just do non penetrative stuff, and be prepared to wait for another time? Groan. Yes the last, but it’s been so long! I’m randy. I have needs and I love sex!
Now Matt leaves something of a question mark. He’s a great guy, well built, (and hung, if what I saw in the shower is anything to go by), so why aren’t those two an item?
Helen
We drove for a while as I showed him the area; eventually he wanted to know if there was a quiet place we could stop. I took him up to the wood at the top of the village and after parking we got out and collected a picnic he had made! It was so hot, so we found some shade under a great beech tree, where he spread out a car rug, and I sat down. Then all of a sudden he kicked off his trainers, and unfastened his jeans. “I hope you don’t mind, but I have to get out of these, it’s so uncomfortable.”
“No, that’s fine”, I said. Looking at him, as he took the jeans off, folded them and dropped them down, then peeled off his tee shirt. I was just stunned. He only had on some real sexy boxer shorts, which when I could see them clearly were white, and had little pink and blue elephants on them, in different sexual positions! I was shocked, excited and just burst out laughing!
“Where did you get those? They are really cute.”
“France, when I was on holiday last year”, he replied. “You like them then?”
“Yeah. I think they are fab.”
So then he sat down, opened the hamper and we started our meal. I could not take my eyes off his body, which was so beautiful. He had wonderful muscles, a really firm six pack, and very pronounced pecs, shoulders and arms. Of course his legs were like huge, but sculptured with it, and hairy.
“So, Helen, which is your favourite?”
“Favourite what,” I asked?
Pointing to his shorts he said, “Position. You haven’t stopped looking at them and grinning.”
I think I went bright red and must have looked upset or something, because he leaned over and hugged me. “Oh, sorry love. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
After a long moment when he did not let go, I did what I had wanted to do for ages, and put my arm round him. Suddenly, our faces were close and we kissed. And kissed. …. And kissed. It went on a while, and without letting each other go we went from just lips, to open mouths, to tongues and we were breathing through our noses getting really turned on. When eventually we stopped, I found we were lying down! Gabriel was on his back, and I was partly on top of and partly beside him. It felt so hot, where our bodies touched, and my left hand was on his chest, rubbing his nipple!
I looked in his eyes and fell in love. Or lust! Or really, just more in lust than I was already.
I said very quietly, “I don’t have a favourite, because I have never tried any of them.”
He looked back at me and said in the same sort of way, “That’s a shame. I’m sure you would enjoy them.”
“Yes, I think I probably would.”
“So would you like to try?”
“Oh Yes”, I breathed. “As long as it’s with you.”
Gabriel
The boxers had been an inspiration; and the weather had helped, as it gave me a good excuse for stripping off. Of course the kid was putty in my hands, and I was fairly sure that she was a virgin so I had gone slowly. After she said she was willing, I stuck to oral, as I had no raincoats. I got her out of her clothes gently, and kissed and sucked and caressed her in all the ways I knew how. The first time she came was as I slid a finger into her, she was so wet and ready, but I had been working her up for half an hour by then. Still I kept going and ate her out for a while, which she loved, coming a number of times. Apart from caressing me, pulling my hair, and pushing my mouth into her, I would not let her do much more. She felt my dick through my shorts, she did not go further as we were disturbed by a family arriving for a picnic, fortunately making a lot of noise and warning us. We got dressed and packed up.
In the car I asked her what she wanted to do next. She said that her Mum would be home, so could we go to my place. Oh Yes!! Still I asked her if she was sure. Putting her hand on my thigh, and sliding it up towards my crotch she smiled at me and said, “Oh Yes. I’m sure.”
No one was home when we arrived, so I took Helen straight up to my room. I have an en-suite bathroom, and decided on the way that a shower together would help her relax. I suggested this as we went up, and so when we got there I stripped off, dumped my things in the basket, and went to run the water. As I was getting in, Helen followed me and rapped her arms round be from behind. It was fun and we played with each other. She soaped me, and when she got hold of my dick I got a really stiff erection. Now I wanted some fun, so we finished off and giving her a towel we went back to my room. I took her face in my hands and looking in her eyes asked her again if she was sure. Her reply was to reach down to my dick and squeezing it, she nodded.
Reassured she was really keen, I reached down and lifted her up, then turned and lay her on the bed. I got a condom from my draw and rolled it on. Holding myself over her I resumed warming her up, though it was really obvious she was ready, though a little nervous. “Shh. Relax. Let it happen”, I smiled at her. Then very gently, I put my dick into her pussy. Slow and gentle – all the way.
Now as I said, I love sex, and apart from coming with someone I am really fond of, the best bit is the penetration. I just love the feeling of heat, wetness, and being held. And while I did not need to break Helen, she was tight and I waited a while for her to get used to the feeling of me inside her. Then I began to move, back and forth, and rotating my hips. It was like turning on a motor in her. She began to purr, pant, arch herself, meeting me, her hands all over me. She was making a lot of noise, and at one point bit my shoulder as she held on while an orgasm shook its way through her.
I told her to lift her legs back, which she did, and I caught her behind her knees, riding her with long, slow strokes that drove her wild. However, this was not comfortable for her for long, so I let her put her legs down again. Then as we were going a bit faster she grabbed my ass by both cheeks, pulling me, matching my thrusts, and taking me over the top into a huge climax. As I was pumping my stuff, she screamed and sobbed, shaking in her own ecstasy.
Helen
It was far better than I expected, and improves all the time. We are still together, after a year, and now we are in love, we make love, (rather than just lustful shagging!), and I hope are in for the long haul. When I first read Gabriel’s sections of this I was not surprised. I had realised he was experienced, he was so confident. The deviousness was a shock, but as I love him, I forgive him too.
Following him up to his bedroom, my senses were all a mess. The house was huge; they were obviously very well off. I was excited, and scared. What if I did not excite him enough? Would he be disappointed in me? Then his room, almost as big as our lounge, with a king sized bed, big windows giving views of the garden. He mentioned a shower, which I really wanted as I was hot and sweaty, but the sight of him stripping off, especially his arse, was jaw dropping!
I undressed too, and following him into this really great bathroom, went to the shower. I did not want him to look at me, so I rapped myself round his back. The feel of that bum rubbing my tummy was the best. But then he took control, turned round to face me, kissed and caressed. He gave me soap and we washed each other. I was excited by his willy, (I had played with Matt’s awhile ago) which was long but hanging down till I began to caress it with my soapy hands. It was so smooth, and very soon thickened and stood up. Huge! (No I did not say “It won’t fit!” I just hoped it would not hurt!)
The anticipation, lying on the bed waiting for it to happen was terrible. He was doing more foreplay, but I did not need it. Then he was pushing into me, filling me. It was great. I could not tell you the detail just that these great feelings went on and on. I remember coming a number of times, and finally grabbing handfuls of that wonderful firm ass. We both came long and hard. Later, after we had rested, and he had got us some drinks, he fetched the boxer shorts and spreading them on the bed beside us said, “OK Helen. Which do you want to try next?”
I said “All of them.” That took a while, and we are still experimenting!
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