My First Time

In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the

The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it

She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we

The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I

As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was

Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted

I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more

Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp

Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents

She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent

We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our

My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions

We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating

Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting

“You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a

We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any

I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the

Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The

I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak

We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a

Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the

I didn’t think they’d notice us.

“ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods

Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little

As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one

We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A

“My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly,

She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get

“In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a

“In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms,

I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took

She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve

I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the

"Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that

“I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She

This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist,

She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.

We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it

We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each

My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her

I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my

My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her

She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!”

“Sorry,” I said, lying.

“I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started

My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving

I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and

I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down

“Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you

“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked.

“Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully.

“Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and

What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass

And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection.

I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she

She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she

Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me.

“Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is

My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,”

“It’s  okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?”

“No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and

“Oh,  okay, good.” She said, biting her lip.

We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she

I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to

Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of

"Yes” I managed.

She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want

But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the

Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got,

I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and

“Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I

“Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it

“Hard?” I finished for her.

“Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real

"Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But

“So you’re, excited, because of me?”

“Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so

“No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely.

“Can I, can I touch it? She stammered.

My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed

"Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.”

She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine

Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her

My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was

“It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?”

“Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to

She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!”

“Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally

Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my

Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her

I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my

“Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly.

“Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t

She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring.

“I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly.

I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do,

I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she

It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full

She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking

“Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in

“Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and

She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again

Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft,

Suddenly she giggled again.

“What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly.

“I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right?

“Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And

Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me,

“You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just

She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their

“What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She

“My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it.

She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the

“Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then

“Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again.

“Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned

She took that as an invitation to continue.

“Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she

“Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing

She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing

“It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse

Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said,

I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting

I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer

“Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I

“Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.

I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still,

Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious.

She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to

They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a

My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and

“Do you like them?” She asked quietly.

“They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly.

With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand

I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle

“Was that  okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned.

“No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed

We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking

After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my

“Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me,

By nutmegman -

In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in

I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really

Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were

We would talk after school on most days.

And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to

Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing

A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian

A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told

Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone

Sabbath Night

 Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks

I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting

The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was

We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the

I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in

She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and

So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how

 She said; What? and I listed off a few suggestions.

At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was

She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him

Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and

I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already

 This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more

She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner

I was overwhelmed by Carrie s sweet and soft lips, the sweet

 I was worried that I was going to explode right under

The late news came on so we decided to call it a night,

But it didn t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my

She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and

After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy,

There was very little light in the room so I couldn t see

Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her

She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I

Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff

With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth

Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth

It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I

Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I

This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much

 Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn t

I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had

Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched

Sabbath Morning.

I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time

I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I

  Why not?  I asked; and she said; Together , to

Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we

I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her

 My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check

 When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the

We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I

Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off

She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the

I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom

Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her

Now for the really scary part

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The tension in that honeymoon cabin was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I gently rested my hands on my virgin bride’s hips, and her shoulders twitched, I leaned forward and planted a very soft kiss at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, and then again as my hands slid upward, past the swell of her hips and her slender waist, gliding over the silky fabric up her back until, so very softly, my fingers left the satin and traced across the exposed skin of her back.

It was intoxicating. Her skin was hot to my touch, almost burning my hands, or at least that's how it felt. Her head was drooping forward and I could hear her breathing turning shallow. I slipped my hands into the back of her dress and gently slid them outward, across her quivering shoulder blades, taking the fabric along until my fingers curved around her shoulders.

Her dress began to fall with a gentle rustle, to bunch up around her waist. I heard myself moan aloud as I looked at her bare back, and my hands skimmed back down her flawless skin, to settle at her sides. Goosebumps suddenly emerged across her entire torso.

She gave a little cry and her head went up and fell back, and I couldn't resist: I pressed my lips to her exposed neck again and she writhed against me, gasping as she reached back and grabbed at me, whatever part of me she could get her hands on. My hands slipped lower, to her bare hips and pulled her back against me, and then swept upward across her stomach to cup her full breasts.

Her hands covered mine as I kneaded the soft flesh within her bra. Looking down over her shoulder I had a perfect view of her creamy breasts, and the way the soft skin yielded and gave in to my touch, and the way she moaned when my thumbs grazed over her now-hard protruding nipples, which were trying to poke clean through the thin fabric, my boxers were getting tighter and I was fighting to keep from just throwing her to the floor and screwing her brains out.

"That's really nice," she whispered, turning her face to kiss my cheek. I tore my eyes from the enchanting swell of her breasts and kissed her again, this time our tongues going straight in and caressing each other, and my fingers accidently discovered the front clasp of her bra and it gave way.

She gasped into my mouth, and I groaned and nearly fell to the floor as I felt the warm, soft, yielding flesh drop into my bare hands for the first time. Her nipples were hard and pointy under my thumbs, making her shiver as I tweaked them, and my cock was straining dangerously in my shorts, and all of a sudden I tore myself away and stepped back.

She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and turned to face me. There was confusion in her eyes, her hair was wildly askew and her hands impulsively covered her heaving globes.

"What's wrong, Josh?" she breathed unevenly, with a slight frown. She blushed as she glanced down at herself, her dress wantonly bunched at her lovely waist.

I gulped hard. "Nothing," I managed to get out. "But if we don't slow down, we'll never make it into the shower." She gave a breathless little laugh, and I grinned back, then let my eyes rove over her body, brazenly, obviously, willing her to feel my burning desire for her.

Have I mentioned how beautiful she is? Her long dark hair was a frame for a face that was pale and lovely, slender, with finely formed features that to me were just perfect. Her neck was slender and delicate, curving out into exquisite shoulders, with the most beautiful pearlescent breasts I had ever seen, and the only real ones at that, swelling from her chest. She dropped her hands as she saw my eyes gazing over her, and with a very pretty blush she showed me her charms, and I was enraptured. They were full, and round and perky, and as I had already experienced, they filled my hands to overflowing, and I have fairly large hands. Her pink nipples stood proudly, belying the shrinking shyness that seemed to overtake her, just begging to be kissed and suckled, with the darker area, the areola I think? about the size of a quarter-dollar, they were utterly perfect. Her nipples saluted slightly upward.

It took some effort to look away from them and continue my visual feast, but I was rewarded with the most beautiful, flat abdomen and finely sculpted hips, just flaring out from her slender waist before disappearing into the tangled white satin that still clung to her womanly hips, and the top of her lacy black panties, peeking sensually out, and providing an awesome contrast to her pearly skin.

I glanced back up at her face. She was blushing and biting her bottom lip, and there was an unmistakable fire in her eyes, a desire that was consuming her core. That's how she expressed it to me later, at the time I could only marvel at the beauty of her flushed face and lovely young body.

But we had to keep going, couldn't spend the night there in the bathroom. I took a deep breath to steady myself.

It didn't steady my nerves.

So, I just stepped back a few feet & took another breath; and without stopping to think about it, shoved my boxers straight down to the floor. My rod sprang back upward as the elastic cleared the tip. As I stepped out of the boxers, my stiff manhood stiffly swayed a bit.

Now it was my turn to get warm in the face, but Sara gasped and her hand went to her mouth again. She was blushing furiously and staring at my groin, more accurately, at the very erect part of me that was protruding from my groin.

"Oh my," I heard her murmur. "Is that, um, will that fit?"

Now, like I said, I'm an average guy, so I don't think I would have had anything to be ashamed of anyway; but the way she said that, I felt like I was a heck of a lot bigger. I couldn't help giving a smug grin at her tone.

"Sure it will, you'll see," I assured her. "You'll get bigger too, remember?"

Her eyes were still a bit wide as she looked back at me, and I gestured toward her waist. "Your turn," I said hoarsely.

She blushed again. "Um, okay."

How I love this woman!

Hesitantly, her hands went to her waist and poised, thumbs sliding in between flesh and fabric. She looked down, and her breath turned shallow again, and then she pulled her dress and panties down together with a sharp exhale.

Her hands covered her crotch as she straightened back up, her legs were absolutely gorgeous. I can't tell you how many times I had thought about those glorious legs, imagined them bare past what her shorts ever revealed, imagined them wrapped around me, the silky smoothness, the intense warmth they would radiate. Is that lust? Maybe; but at some point I am allowed to lust for my wife, right?

Sara was struggling to put her previous life of abstinence behind her, in that bathroom. But she needed guidance.

"Hands by your sides, my love," I said, my voice lower and shakier than I intended. She looked at me with a mix of shyness and lust, and her hands drifted away from her sex and left her open to my gaze.

My mouth fell open a little and my breath went out of me in a rush. She was so utterly lovely there, her lips swollen and pink, completely bare, and glistening slightly. Her breath was coming hard and fast, and when I glanced at her face, her head was up and slightly back, almost like she was trying to look defiant, but my eyes instantly went back to her womanhood.

"You shaved?" I muttered; the only semi-coherent thought left in my brain. She nodded breathlessly.

"Waxed. My mother taught me." A fleeting look of concern crossed her lovely face. "You like it, right?"

I walked the few feet back to her and took her face in my hands. "I love it," I whispered, and kissed her deeply. She moaned and leaned into me, her hands caressing my back, and I felt the heat and softness of her breasts rolling against my chest.

We disconnected with a sigh, and I held her eyes with my own as I stepped back. Silently, I raised one finger and twirled it around indicating I wanted her to spin. A shy smile crept over her lips and she slowly and coyly turned around, watching me over her shoulder as my eyes feasted on her nakedness.

And as for her arse, if you took sexy and mixed it with adorable, and gave it a playful bit of jiggle, you might have some idea of the incredible beauty I was treated to. Her arse was firm and round, and just the right size. The cheeks bounced perkily as she gave a little wiggle, and I looked back up at her and we laughed.

Then I nodded toward the tub. "Will you do the honors, my lady?" I asked chivalrously, and she giggled breathily and stepped over to the tub faucet. She bent, perhaps a little more than strictly necessary, and turned on the tap while I gaped at the cleft between her arse cheeks. Her cunt peeped out coyly, the damp lips pressed together by her thighs, and seeing me watching, she gave another playful wiggle.

My mind was still trying to process the fact that I was alone with a naked girl, and that she was mine. The blood was charging through my veins and throbbing in my manhood. She looked so soft and smooth all over, so delectably good. Her nipples were begging my affections.

Once the water was warm enough, she stepped into the spray, with gentle a sigh as the water cascaded down her body.

"Aren't you going to join me, my lord, please?" she said, with another shy blush. I love her ability to blush.

And I didn't wait to be asked again. I stepped down into the tub with her and gathered her wet, slippery, nubile body into my arms. Our lips met again under the showerhead, and we made out with reckless abandon. My hands stroked all over her back and sides, teasing the flanks of her breasts, and she moaned into my mouth as her lips writhed and her tongue danced with mine. Her hands swept down to grab my arse, and my cock stiffened as it was caught between our heaving bodies.

I leaned her backwards a little, pressing my lips hard against hers, and caught her tongue between my teeth. She whimpered as I bit down just a little and her hands came up to cup my face. My arm went around her to support her, and the other hand found a wet and squishy breast, and squeezed. She jumped and her head fell back with a laugh, and I took the opportunity to devour her sweet neck while the hot nipple yielded in my grasp.

Then, and I'm not exactly sure how, she was sliding to her knees in front of me and came face to face with my manhood, erect and proud and very happy to see her. She blushed again, looking for all the world like a lovely water nymph, with her hair hanging wet across her shoulders and her lips, kiss-swollen and parted. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and whispered, "Can I touch it?"

Just hearing her say that, made the member in question twitch and she jumped a little, I should mention that Sara is rather easily startled, and this situation was so new and all, yeah. Back to the story.

I could only nod, and the anticipation made my head feel light. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, and I braced myself against the warm stone wall as her delicate little fingers stroked across my shaft.

It was heaven. I closed my eyes and moaned, tilting my head back in the shower, and almost jumped out of my skin when something very wet and very warm and very alive suddenly engulfed my cock head. My eyes flew open and there she was, naked, soaking wet, kneeling before me with her pretty lips wrapped around my shaft and her big, lovely eyes staring straight into mine.

"Oh baby," I moaned, my hand coming to rest behind her head as she started to bob. "That's incredible, don't stop,"

Her mouth was snug, and her tongue was playing wicked, wicked games with the underside of my cock. Then there was a sucking sensation, and things got tighter and slicker and I watched as almost my whole cock disappeared into that beautiful mouth. She was sucking hard, and I threw my head back and groaned again as I felt her swallow, repeatedly, the contractions rippling down my shaft in exquisite torture.

Then she hummed.

And I lost it.

The whole world exploded in brilliant waves of pleasure and I could only grunt as my hips jerked, spewing my pent-up cum deep into her willing throat. I cried out, writhing in ecstasy, how can I possibly describe the sensations? Never had I felt anything like this; and she kept faithfully sucking until I came back down to earth, lightheaded and braced against the shower wall,

I heaved a deep, shuddering breath and opened my eyes. She was still kneeling in front of me, my spent cock dangling near her lips, and she looked very happy with herself. She smiled and opened her mouth, and I gasped wh

A tale of a terrifying wedding night.

By AarontheBaron. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm the palpitations that were pounding through my veins. I was standing on the edge of a mountain, nothing but vast open space around me for miles. The height wasn't helping me relax, and for the hundredth time I silently asked myself why on earth I had wanted to get married on a mountain?

Then I saw her, veiled and gowned in white, gracefully descending the stairs towards me, and the world was made anew.

Okay, let me back up a bit and start at the beginning.

My name is Josh, and I am, well, let's just say I'm an average guy, reasonably good-looking and very solidly walking a middle path through life. Which is as much as to say I haven't got a lot of money, but I am not hurting either, and I'm certainly no heartthrob but I ain't ugly. I'm the kind of guy that likes to be in the middle of things, without being the guy out in front of everything.

Now that that is comfortably out of the way, let me present the real reason I wrote all this down, and the reason 90% of you are reading it: my wife.

Odd, how small a word that is: wife. And yet, it holds so much meaning,

·         She's my lover.

·         My companion.

·         My homemaker and helpmate.

·         My everlasting.

·         My forever and ever, amen.

Not to belabor a dead cliché here, but she is also the kindest, warmest, sweetest, prettiest and funniest woman in the whole world to me. I've never known anyone like her, and to be honest I have no idea why she would want to share the world with me, but I sure ain't complaining.

We met a couple years ago, courtesy of some mutual friends at a religious convention we both happened to be attending. She was engaged at the time, or at least was going to be, to some guy she had known for years, but from the moment I first saw her, well, let me just tell you about what happened.

I was travelling with a group of friends and family, and we had come from a couple states away to attend this convention. It was a weekend-long affair, and we had, of course, gotten a late start, so it was a couple hours into the meetings that we finally arrived at the event center. But that turned out to be the best thing that had happened to me up to that time, because the way the event was set up, after every couple hours they would have a short bit of live music, kinda like an intermission, while everybody got up and stretched their legs.

So right as we were coming in the back of the conference room, where it was kept kind of dark, the music was starting at the front, on a bright stage.

And there, standing alone in the brilliance of the floodlights, was Sara.

I didn't know her; I had never seen her before, and if she hadn't been there, at that moment, I probably never would have. But there she was, standing tall in a flowing black evening gown, a beautiful violin tucked under her chin. Her eyes were shining, and her bow was moving gracefully across the strings, and what I heard, the music that she coaxed from that violin, I have never heard anything so beautiful in all my life.

To be honest I had never really been into music that much: I'm more of a writer and artist than musician. Certainly never been too keen on the violin.

But that day, as those trembling chords wafted enticingly and poignantly across the room, I stood, transfixed, unmoving and unable to move. All around me the music swayed and danced, slowly, and on the stage she slowly swayed with it, her eyes now shut and utter peace upon her brow. I cannot tell you how long the piece lasted; but I stood there for a thousand years, like in Tolkien’s fantasy novel, when Beren first saw Luthien; and I knew.

I knew I had laid eyes upon the one, the only one.

And then, as the music came to an end and the spell was broken, my fledgling hope was dashed upon the rocks. No sooner had the crowd begun to applaud than a tall handsome guy sprang up onto the stage and caught her in his arms, laughing and swinging her around in a circle. I can still hear the silver tinkle of her laughter, surprised and delighted, and see the radiant smile on her face, and then all at once he was down on one knee before her, she had clapped both hands to her mouth, and the crowd was going wild as he presented her with a ring.

You ever had that experience where you are dreaming something wonderful, something that you want with all your heart, is just about to happen and you cannot possibly wait one more second, and then you wake up? And no matter how hard you try you just can't get back to sleep? Well, that's what happened to me. I felt strangely hollow, like a part of me I didn't even know existed had suddenly been taken away from me.

The remainder of that weekend was, well, a bit strange. I met her and was introduced, we shared some laughs and stories, and I found out she actually lived in the same city that I did. Ironic, no? Travelling all that way to find what was at home the whole time. I found out that I loved the violin, and she was keenly interested in my art, and after the convention was over we kept in touch, more or less, simply as friends.

The rest of the story is actually quite complicated and rather boring to be honest; it wound up not working out for them, he moved to another state and she stayed, we got a bit closer and became better friends, yadda yadda yadda. She went through some hard times, I went through some hard times, we helped each other out, and for about a year I just never could find the right time to tell her how I felt.

Then my Mom fell sick and passed on rather suddenly. And without dwelling too much on the pain of that time, let me just say that when she reached out to me in a moment of desperate loneliness, I blurted it all out to her, what I felt about her and me; and ran.

I know, I know, dumb move, but no one had ever accused me of being smart anyway.

Turns out, she had actually grown very fond of me too, and didn't previously think I was all that into her, which I guess tells you all you need to know about my communication skills. But the upshot was that we decided to give courtship a go, and see what happened. She was a bit hesitant at first, having already once courted with a guy, but they hadn't ever been really serious and I think she felt more certainty this time.

I knew immediately.

But it wasn't till around six months ago that I thought she might be ready.

There's a State Park in northern Georgia, a small mountain called Fort Mountain, that my family and I had always enjoyed going to, with lots of trails, cabins, a lake to swim in and some of the most breathtaking views in the South. Sara and I shared a love of the mountains, and frequently she and her folks had come down there too, sort of double-teaming our family outings. We also shared a love of figure skating, oddly enough; but where my appreciation for it was purely as a spectator, she had actually done a bit of skating herself, as an adolescent, and if I may say so was very good at it.

But I digress. Along one of the trails at Fort Mountain, there is a wooden deck that juts out over the edge of the ridge, giving you a magnificent panorama. But to make it even better, the way the trail winds up to it you can't really see what is waiting for you until you actually get to the platform, and then it just spreads out before you, like a map hurled from the hand of a giant.

For a fleeting moment, it makes you feel like you are flying.

Call me a romantic fool, but I had long decided that whenever I got married, it would be here. And so, on a chilly day six months ago, I sprung the question.

I had a little help from her younger sister, who I swore to secrecy and took into my confidence, because I wanted to make this moment as special as I could. Our families were both there, about a dozen of us altogether, and her parents were going to Florida for a vacation the next week, so I figured this would be the best time for what I had in mind.

I managed to get her sister on ahead of the rest of us, on the pretense of going to get some good pictures of all of us coming up on the overlook, and then, by a combination of cunning and blind luck, got myself and Sara to the front of the party.

No matter how many times you go there, the view is always just as breathtaking; but this time, I scarcely even saw it. My heart was pounding like I'd just run a marathon, and I was literally breaking into a sweat despite the chill, that's how nervous I was.

Sara didn't suspect a thing. She moved down the last flight of stone steps to the platform, looking out at the view with the usual wide-eyed expression that it always causes, and I had managed it so that we were able to get to the railing where her sister was before the others had quite reached the deck itself.

I knelt, silently, looking up at Sara as she looked out over the valley. The wind blew her dark hair back away from her lovely face, raising a flush on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes and sighed, apparently never dreaming what I was about to do. Her sister was grinning from ear to ear, snapping away with the camera.

I actually had to swallow, twice, before I could make the words come out, and then, just as I was about to speak, we heard a gasp from our folks, who had just seen us. Sara turned, and her eyes went wide as she looked down at me, wide and filling suddenly with tears. She put her hand to her mouth, and every dang word of the pretty little speech I had planned went right out of my head.

So, I improvised.

"Will you marry me?"

And the next thing I knew, her arms were around my neck and she was sobbing in my ear.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! Oh, Josh I love you! I love you!"

It was only the wind, of course, that made my eyes start running. I mean, it was chilly, right? And then I was on my feet fumbling with the ring and she was laughing and crying at the same time, and her sister's grin was gonna split her face in two and our families were crowding around and hugs and kisses were flying. My Dad thumped me on the back, and I asked her's formally if I could marry his daughter, I mean I would have, if he hadn't grabbed me in the same kind of hug that her mom was giving her.

And when I asked her when she wanted to be married, she said she wanted to leave it up to me; so, like a genius, I said, "Let's do it right here, in June."

Which brings me right up to now, waiting for her to join me on the deck. I glanced around, for the thousandth time, at the little party of us: my younger siblings (I'm 26, and oldest in a large family), her Mom and sister, a few friends and a photographer.

Oh yes, and my Dad, who was actually going to perform the ceremony. I forgot to mention that he was a preacher himself, and very striking in his black suit.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in late spring. The sky was clear and blue and so very vast; all around the overlook the woods murmured and swayed in the balmy breeze, birdsongs drifted plaintively and the whole world buzzed with life and vitality. I reached up and fidgeted with the collar of my tux, they always make these things too stiff. Like I said before, I felt like I was running hard while standing still, and the height and the sheer vastness of the incredible view, wasn't helping. My best man, Jake, who was also my best friend, smirked a

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Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder

Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual

Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand,

Too often she found herself blushing for small things, or

It was their stupid friend Margaret who'd started it, with

Andrew's lips suddenly brushed her ear as he leaned over

Ah, this was why she loved him so. Who else would understand

No doubt he would also stay with her after the movie

When the film ended, the heroine narrowly escaping by boat

"Did you like it?" Cassie asked.

"It was alright. Definitely better this time than when

"I can't help it! I jump at the jumps, I'm scared of

"I wasn't complaining. I'm amused."

"Hey, I saw you jump a little when he came out from

"Strictly for your benefit. I am never scared."

"Oh? Well, good. You can stay up and keep watch

Andrew stifled a yawn, shaking his head. "An all-night

Immediately, Cassie began to think of ways she might keep

"Whatever you want, just keep the monsters away from

The drive to her house was quiet, each of them thinking

"I don't want to go to sleep yet," Cassie said as

Cassie had a grand total of three board games, one of which

"Let's play Never Have I Ever," Cassie suggested,

They sat on either end of her bed, both cross-legged, facing

"Never have I ever...read Hamlet," Andrew said by

"No, that's boring!"

"What? We always do stuff like that."

"I know! Let's talk about something more fun than our

"Like what?"

"Like..." Cassie considered and discarded a dozen

"Really, never?"

"Never ever."

"I'm not putting a finger down for that. It's dumb. You

"But I haven't!"

"Come here. Kiss me right here on the neck, and then

With another blush; would they never stop?; she bent and

"Alright, now think of a better one than that,"

"I can't think of anything. You say one."

"Alright, fine. Never have I ever...made out with a hot

It was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Wait, how many drunk

"Just one, but she was scorching."

"Oh, prettier than me, huh?" She meant it as a

"Well, no, I mean, not prettier than you, per

Cassie gave him her most dramatic look of mock-hurt.

"Are you kidding? You're beautiful, Cass. But

A jolt of something like fear, but entirely not, shot

"I'm tempted to make you make out with me and pick

Andrew laughed once, but then his smile became something

"Oh, really? That wasn't obnoxious. I was merely

"And making out with a girl with no alcohol involved is

"So you think I should have done...this?" He

He backed away a couple of inches, thinking he'd startled

"So," Andrew said, clearing his throat and sitting

"I, um..." Cassie shook her head a little, cleared

Andrew's eyebrows shot up. "What, you've never been in

"When would I have been in a locker room?" Cassie

"Still, never? Like, you've never gone streaking,

Cassie shook her head, grinning. Andrew stood up next to the

He seized the back of his shirt and tugged it over his head,

His pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them, standing

After a moment, he bent to pull his boxers and pants back

"Aw, you're going to put it all back on?" she

Shrugging, Andrew sat back at the end of the bed as he had

"What do you mean?"

"I'm totally hanging free here, and you're still

Cassie shuddered at the idea of Andrew seeing her naked. She

But Andrew was staring at her expectantly, and she knew he

Her skirt followed her shirt to the floor, and then with a

Andrew's eyes took in every inch of her nudity, and he

Cassie sat back down, a little closer to Andrew this time,

Andrew hadn't taken his eyes away from her yet, and still

"Andrew!" Cassie cried in a voice that was half a

"Not sure yet," Andrew said absently, tucking her

Cassie could feel her heart beating in every extremity; had

Andrew was kneeling over her now as she lay back on the bed,

The kissing stopped immediately; Andrew sat back, concern on

"No, no," she assured him, and she meant it. All

He acquiesced with a vengeance, the force of his kiss

She was unbelievably, overwhelmingly aroused, almost to the

Andrew's hands were on her hips, his thumbs tracing small

The muscles in Cassie's stomach tightened suddenly, jerking

One hand slid away from her hip, along the outside of her

Her fingers tightened on the skin of his back, her mouth

She couldn't get enough of his face, especially the tiny

"Is this really happening?"

She didn't realize she'd spoken the words aloud until Andrew

He sat up, eyes on her body like he was trying to memorize

And at the core of her, so close to his hand, she began to

"I need you," she breathed, her eyes slitting open

He met her eyes, his forehead creasing as he posed the

For the length of several long kisses, he just lay against

And then she slid her hands from his shoulders to his waist,

In a moment of sober clarity, she allowed herself to realize

Andrew watched her, his eyes burning with his readiness,

Who better to experience this with? Who would she ever trust

He leaned into her harder by a fraction, and she gasped at

But a larger part of her saw more clearly. This was Andrew.

Her head jerked back of its own volition, her breath hissing

By Millsy

"Why is there a dice on your

"Oh, no reason,” I winked at

She plucked it off the top of the TV and

"Want to try again,” I asked.

"Where's the prize list. What do I

"There isn't one. What do you say,

"Pen?"

I wrote mine down and put the paper

"You do. And if you don't want to

It came up a 4.

"Hmmm.. that's one of mine,”

"Undress your partner?"

"That means you. I get to undress

"What about you,” I asked as

"Well, you've already seen me in

"I'll close the curtains,” I

"No! Leave them,” She said as

"Now that's a good looking

"Seen a lot,” I wondered

"Internet access” she

I rolled a 1, and showed her my list.

She rolled a 2, which was also a snog,

I straddled her now, my cock standing

"Roll over,” I told her. As

I eased her knickers slowly down,

She rolled a 5, which was wasted, so

"You haven't had the six

"Put them on the new list? Or we

"We'd end up fucking inside five

"Would that be so bad,” I

"We've got all night,” She

"Just as a matter of

"It'll be number 2 on the new

I wrote my choices down. 1 for a

"Mine,” She said, and threw

"Lucky you,” I murmured.

"Back out? Why the fuck would I

Her tongue froze in my mouth as the tip

I bent my head down and kissed between

My second finger slid in easily

"Oh God! Ahh,” She groaned as

I found the dice and rolled it before

I kissed her on the belly as I moved

"Remind me to never play strip

Her second climax hit her like a freight

I moved away from her as she shook and

"Easy, tiger,” She breathed.

I laughed and rolled over onto my back,

"Yes, please. Trying to get me

By Millsy

We snogged on her doorstep again, and

I saw her big tits full frontal then for

Did it matter, I asked myself as my hard

Then she turned and touched the keyboard

"What are you doing,” called

"Thinking about you,” I

"That's sweet,” She

"Nothing planned,” I fired

"Come over at eight?"

"Love to. Can I ask you

"Of course,” Rebecca replied.

"Can you send me a photo of

She lolled a reply, asking me if I'd

"I like that one,” I thanked

"I chose one of the better ones. I

In a way I was shocked at the way she

"Well I'm completely flabbergasted

"Good night,” Came back, then

"No,” I silently screamed,

I was late again for the bus, but this

"Morning,” I grinned at my

"What the fuck was that,” He

"And why the fuck not,” I

"What-the-fuckever, dude,”

"What is my type?"

"Dunno, just thought you went for

"And where exactly has that gotten

"Hey, I'm not judging, man. If

Mark, another friend, leaned across the

"Fuck you,” Steve gave him

The incident that triggered the

"Becky Lewis,” He asked.

"No, my name's Chris,” I

"No need to be a twat. I'm doing

"Oh?"

"She's used. Been fucked before.

"So? What makes you think I give a

"Don't bother getting up,” I

Needless to say I was in the head

At eight I turned up on Rebecca's

"So what the hell happened in

"That jerk was dissing you, so I

"You got suspended over me? Jesus,

She closed the door behind me and led me

"Clive? That's his name? He just

"It is a fucking big deal when you

"He didn't look like he wanted to

"And?"

"Well, I'm here aren't I?"

She shook her head in disbelief.

That was a bit of a hammer to the balls,

"There's no need to explain. It's

"Yes it is,” she interrupted.

"Not to me."

"Well, it is to me. Look, I don't

"Fair enough,” I accepted,

"About two years ago, after I'd

"Each of us took a number - one to

"Like I said, I was pretty blasted,

By Millsy

I lived at the top end of the village,

It was a nice 'scope with a  250x

And not just because you could see

As I lived at the top end of the village

That's when I fell in lust with Rebecca.

Rebecca was like me; imperfect. I was

She was a little younger - not by much,

As is common with some overweight girls,

You see, the telescope showed me things

Men were sending her grainy photographs

All the while she sat there, leaning

How I longed to hear her voice

Then one day in Math class when I was

She was there, and she gave me nothing

She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting

"What do you mean?"

"I just didn't understand how you

"Probably,” she laughed. I

"Could you show me,” I asked,

"Ah, I can see what you've

"That's it,” I asked, still

"That's it. Easy,” She

"Well, thanks very much for walking

And from there the conversation

"Becca, what are you doing

"Why,” She asked suspiciously

"Are you asking me out,” She

"Well, yeah. I guess I am. I know

I didn't have anything in mind,

"What's on?"

"I haven't a clue,” I

"I'm sorry,” I mumbled.

"I'll see you tomorrow,” She

I made myself deliberately late for the