Where it happened: Her bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
My Girlfriend, Beth and I had been going out for two weeks, and I went round her house on Saturday.
Her mum was in when I got there, so we sat in the front room watching Telly. Whilst her mum was in, we just had a cuddle, although, admittedly we were laying like “spoons” on the sofa, and I had a semi-hard-on; which I knew she could probably feel, so I was a little embarrased, especially with her mum there.
At about two o’clock in the afternoon, her mum, who wasn’t keen on me, to say the least, popped her head around the door. “I’m going to work now. See you this evening,” she said.
Beth asked me if I wanted to go to her room, to listen to a new CD she’d bought.
I was a little bit scared entering her private domain. It was a large room, larger than mine anyway. A double bed was pushed against the wall, she went and flopped down on it, making it squeak. “Well, come in then,” she said.
I went and sat down at the foot of the bed. ‘So Where’s this CD I asked, diverting my eyes to anywhere but her. She had the face of an angel, cast down from heaven. Framed in dark curly hair, with ice green eyes. She looked perfect just laying there.
“I’ll get it,” she said with a sigh. She put it on. It was Sophie B. Hawkins’ Tongues and Tales. Not exactly a recent release, but I recognised the first automatically. ‘Damn I wish I was your lover’. It was a song from my past. Whilst doing Work experience with my pre-Beth-ex, this song was always being played. Back then I had wanted to get back with Jo, so whenever it came on. I used to sing along to it.
For most of the CD, we got off with each other. Laying on the bed, we talked about everything. That was I loved about Beth, I could talk to her about anything. When the subject of sex had come up previously, I had shrugged it aside, but now laying on her bed, I was confronted with the question again. There was no was I could avoid the subject. I lied. I told her I’d had sex with two girls previously. Well, I didn’t want to seem a no-life lemon.
She went downstairs for some food, and brought back cold Chicken pieces (God, the things you remember). We sat on the bed and ate them. Then she went to the toilet.
She was taking a time, so I just laid on the bed, thinking about what it would be like with Beth. I was soon to find out. From outside the door, she called “Cover your eyes.”
“Why?” Was my reply.
“Because I’ve got something special for you.” When I was round Jo’s house one day she pulled the same trick, only when she came in she had a water pistol, and soaked me. I told her I had my eyes shut, but kept them open, she poked her head around the door, “You haven’t got your eyes shut. I’m sorry, but I don’t trust you. Put a pillow over your head.”
“So, you wanna suffocate me?”
“No, just put a pillow over you head.” She said it in a persuasive sexy way, and I could never argue with her when she spoke to me that way. So I did as I was told.
I heard footsteps running across the carpet. then she said “You can move the pillow,” in her sexy voice.
I removed the pillow, and she was kneeling on all fours naked, her head facing away from me. My God, I thought. What do I do. “I.. I.. I haven’t got anything,” I stammered.
“I have,” she said, “Come here.”
I did as I was told. I had a flagpole in my trousers. If she so much as touches it, I thought, I’ll cum. She didn’t, she passed a foil-wrapped condom to me, saying “Am I the only one who’s naked?”
“Uh,” I grunted. I was so nervous, it took about a second to comprehend what she was saying.
I quickly removed my shoes, socks, t-shirt, jeans and boxers in that order. I slipped the Condom over, being careful not to rub. It was like a mercury-triggered bomb. The slightest movement, and it would explode.
Thank God for Condoms, I thought, watching and feeling as the cool rubber, deflated it slightly. Right, I told myself. Remember you’ve done this at least twice before. I knelt down between her knees, spreading them apart slightly further. Now, remember the Diagram in your sister’s Tampon booklet. Remember this will it upside down.
She had started rubbing herself whilst I got undressed, so I had a fair idea where her clit was. I started to rub in small circular motions. I’d read about this in some book or other. I was starting to wilt, so made sure I knew where it was in future. I pushed it into her, and went so my testicles were touching her clit. After two or three deep thrusts, I quickened the pace, a cute squelching sound came as I moved in and out, and she was grunting like a stuck moose. I held back as long as I could. I had prepared for such moments by doing pelvic floor exercises, and holding it in when wanking.
Unfortunatly, I came first, collapsing onto her pale back with the force of my orgasm. After withdrawing the way we were told in Personal Development (or whatever the class was called), I returned attention to her clit, and rubbed her until she came. And Oh, what an orgasm.
Epilogue
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We had intercourse twice over the next week, then on the Friday she went out and started dating a twenty year old with a car!
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