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  • Matching Day: Part 2
    Matching Day: Part 2
    The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..

    Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the

    Podcast at Connected.



    "So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia

    said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out
    there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at
    most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to
    part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds.

    "Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a

    shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade,
    and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must
    hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I
    ask him to every day."

    Livia sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to

    the ends of the earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't
    tell him that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems
    was to run off into the wilderness and never look back.

    "They must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for

    you - and build you a house! My father expected my match to do that with his
    own two hands."

    "Nah, they mostly just like being a spectacle in town,

    and a big wedding's the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you.
    As for the house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child
    with them paving the way for me like this."

    "I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen

    about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!"

    Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me

    when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I
    could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be
    nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake."

    "Nineteen?"

    "I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so

    I think I'm probably the oldest in ours."

    A chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered,

    enjoying Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling
    her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that way. She
    lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily.

    "Mason?"

    "Hmm?"

    "Do you still intend to marry her?"

    He shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested

    on it. "That big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it
    to one of my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you."

    The chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the

    night, foreboding as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair.
    "What are we going to do, Mason?"

    "What do you mean?"

    "What are you we going to do? I mean, you're

    supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia, and I'm supposed to spend
    the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People are going to notice if either of
    those things don't happen."

    "We could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, "

    Mason said doubtfully, and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly
    not an option. "Or we could run, like I said originally."

    "There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured.

    "Then, I suppose, this is our only option."

    "What is?"

    "This. Meetings, like this."

    "What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret

    like this?"

    "Sure, why not?"

    "Won't someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak

    out every night?" Mason was living with Salvia's family until his own
    house was built in Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking
    advantage of sleeping just down the hall from her.

    "Probably not, and even if they do, I told them the

    very first day I went home with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep
    outside, under the stars." He chuckled. "They probably think I'm
    quite odd, but it really is nice, sometimes, to just lay out here and look up
    at them."

    Livia snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the

    dancing points of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what
    happens next month, when your family send word for you to come home with
    her?"

    "Hmm, the guys from Micrague probably don't remember

    what my match looked like, and you could answer to Salvia for the rest of your
    life, "

    "But the girls who matched those boys would know I

    didn't match you. They'll definitely remember that I was the one who ended up
    with no one to love but a dead boy I never met."

    "Gods, Livia, I don't know," he said, sounding

    frustrated. "What do you want me to say? That this can only go on until
    I'm called home?"

    "Can't it?"

    "Maybe it'll have to stop when I'm called home,"

    he said, then shook his head fiercely. "No. No, one way or another, I'm
    going to marry you someday, Livia Russing."

    Hearing her last name from his lips sent a jolt of reality

    through her system. "I don't know your last name, Mason," she said,
    eyes still fixed on the glittering treasure of the heavens.

    "It's Griersley. Don't let that be the deciding point

    against me when you're deciding whether or not you want to marry me," he
    said with a grin.

    "It's not bad."

    "Is bad enough."

    "But I still don't know you well enough to say that I

    love you, Mr. Griersley," she said, grinning a little herself. "For
    all I know, you could be an axe murderer."

    "Well, you've been alone with me for hours now. Have

    you seen any signs that I'm going to be a danger to you?"

    She giggled, then settled into seriousness. "No, I

    don't think you would hurt me."

    He was still in a silly mood, grabbing her lightly around

    the neck and cackling evilly. "Now I've got you, princess!" he said
    in a nasal, grating voice. "You only thought I asked you here
    because I'm falling for you. In fact, I'm a hideous villain, bent on killing
    the loveliest and most brilliant girls in every community. You're my next
    victim!"

    Livia laughed, twisting to kiss him again. It felt more

    natural every time their lips met; after hours of it, she felt like she'd been
    born to kiss him.

    Dawn bleached the horizon and made the trees stand like

    motionless skeletons. Livia savored the taste of Mason's lips on hers as she
    clambered back into bed, wishing her quilt-shrouded mattress was half as
    comfortable as his arms.

    With the promise of seeing him again that night, having him

    all to herself for hours and hours, she could make it through another day. She
    just wished night would come a little sooner.

    There were moments, in the next few weeks, that made Livia

    wonder if the gods were making up for tormenting her with Bracken's death by
    saturating every moment with exhilarating euphoria.

    Mason, his face glowing with the radiance of the simple joy

    her presence brought him, danced with her in the moon's spotlight, humming a
    song he made up on the spot, her twirling feet sending leaves spinning all
    around them and making the breeze whirl and seethe with jealousy.

    His teeth stood like pearly bits of star against his tan

    skin as he laughed, dipping her low enough that her hair brushed the dirt forest
    floor, then bringing her lightly back to her feet with an easy, undemanding
    kiss.

    Combing his fingers through her hair, he poured nonsense

    pieces of poetry into the night, laughing occasionally at a particularly
    horrible rhyme, calling for her to contribute as well. But she wouldn't
    interrupt the uninhibited rhythm of his deep, pleasant voice; she let his words
    roll pleasantly over her soul while his fingers did the same to her scalp.

    Electricity lanced the night as their lips mimicked each

    other's shape, and each of them drew life from the other's wholehearted ardor.

    Livia whispered, "I do, after all."

    "Do what?"

    "Love you."

    Mason wrapped around her, keeping her warm as her discarded

    clothes could not. His lips were drawing a lazy line of kisses from her
    forehead down her nose, over her lips and onto her neck. He sucked gently at
    the spot where her neck ended and shoulder began, then dusted kisses across her
    collarbones.

    His hands ran lightly along her sides, fingers brushing her

    skin from tits to hips and back again. She brushed her fingers through his
    hair, tugged on it in a mute request for him to make his way back to her mouth
    and kiss her as he had been for weeks, but his mouth was quite busy venturing
    to previously unexplored territory.

    Mason's lips pressed against her sternum, and the softness

    just above her belly button, and then the softness just below. He shifted back
    onto his heels so he could more easily massage his way down her thighs and to
    her knees. Hungrily, he eyed her body.

    "Mason?" She could barely manage the breath to

    whisper his name. Something was making her chest tight, making it hard to bring
    in air; she realized after a moment that it was fear. That was the thing with
    Mason , he frightened her. Not because he would ever hurt her, but because he
    looked at life and asked for more than he was given. He pushed boundaries.

    His fingers were testing her boundaries now, working their

    way back up the inside of her legs and finding the intersection of her legs. He
    bent low, kissing her thigh just south of where his fingers rested, and his
    breath was both hot and cold on her body. It made her suddenly aware of a
    dampness there she did not recognize.

    "Mason," she said again, more forcefully this

    time, and his eyes met hers.

    "Yes?"

    She licked her lips, trembling as he continued to breathe on

    her slick folds. "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to
    do?"

    "Only if you want it," Mason replied. He stared up

    at her for at least a minute before she realized she was meant to respond
    positively or negatively, but she had no answer. How could she think with his
    mouth practically pressed to her lips there? "Livia? Do you want to?"

    "I, " She observed the tenderness with which he

    was stroking her thigh, and melted a bit. "Yes. Please."

    Mason grinned. He leaned in just a bit closer and touched

    his lips to her, then slid his tongue between her folds, trailing it up to the
    nub of her clitoris , she gasped and tried to keep from shuddering, not
    wanting to break the contact , and then down until he circled her slit. His
    eyes sought hers, looking for approval; he must have seen it in her face,
    because he began to move his tongue in earnest, sliding it up and down, then
    delving into her opening as deeply as he could.

    Livia squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the feelings,

    but the intensity gave her a sense of vertigo so intense she almost felt
    herself sliding along the forest floor, as though the world had tipped off its
    axis. She clutched at Mason's shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails in
    harder than she realized.

    As Mason's warm mouth moved against her most sensitive

    places, she began to feel something completely new. It was a need she had never
    experienced before, an urgent and desperate desire so foreign that she could
    hardly guess how to fulfill it. She would have thought that Mason's current
    activity would relieve it somehow, but it was only sharpening the edge on her
    hunger.

    "Mason, I need;” she started. She wasn't sure how

    to finish. Mason stopped immediately, sensing her distress, sitting up and
    wiping his mouth.

    "What? What do you need?"

    "I don't, know." She spoke quietly, distractedly.

    When Mason sat up, he revealed the entirety of his nude form, and Livia found
    her attention drawn to his sizable manhood, standing at attention. She stared,
    beginning to get an idea of what it was she needed.

    Picking up on her thoughts as though she was speaking them

    aloud, Mason abandoned his eager, if inexperienced, efforts to please her with
    his mouth and bent to press his body against hers again. He held himself just
    far enough off her that his weight would not oppress her, but the full length
    of his feverishly warm body covered hers, and the full length of his member
    pressed against her mound, pulsing slightly with each heartbeat.

    Slowly, painfully slowly, Mason slid his hips down, pulling

    his cock down her body until the head rested just where her lower lips parted,
    and then gravity and her own moisture pulled it the rest of the way. It came to
    rest just where it belonged, against her opening.

    "Is this what you want?" Mason asked. With his

    mouth on her throat as it was, she felt more than heard his words.

    She nodded, eyes closed. "Yes."

    There was really no pain. Livia was surprised; she had heard

    from other girls that it was quite unpleasant the first time, sometimes even
    traumatic, but perhaps they had not had such tender first lovers, or perhaps
    they had not been so achingly, drenchedly eager to have their lover inside
    them. Livia hadn't even been aware of how badly she wanted Mason within her
    until he was, and all her tension drained out of her with a long sigh.

    "It's perfect," she said, marveling at the fit of

    him in her. They were made for each other.

    For many long minutes they were motionless, sharing each

    other , they were no longer two people, but a single entity, joined
    intimately.

    "I'm yours, Livia." Mason's voice was husky, and Livia

    saw that it was costing him something to remain still, not to just claim her
    from the inside out; she saw also in the way he wrapped his arms tightly around
    her and squeezed as if he would never let go that he was happy to remain frozen
    in place and share the moment, happy even as he strained for more.

    "And I'm yours. Take me, Mason."

    And he did.

    Eventually they fell asleep, still connected, and didn't

    wake until larks' songs began to break the stillness of the air with the dawn.

    Just when she thought nothing could be more perfect, more

    beautiful, the gods realized their carelessness in letting too much rapture
    concentrate in just two small hearts, and they began to set things back to
    rights.

    Livia picked her way through the now-familiar path from her

    house to their meeting place in the trees, stepping lightly over fallen
    branches and dodging snags and thorns with ease. She'd sat at her window all
    afternoon, watching the sun in its path, wishing it haste as it progressed
    toward the horizon. Her mother wondered what had gotten into her, but didn't
    mourn the change. It had been painful to see her daughter in such misery after
    Matching Day.

    Just a little ways now, she thought cheerfully,

    wanting to whistle but deciding that would be imprudent. The fear of what they
    were doing didn't eat at her anymore, and she could almost forget, in the
    flawless moments with Mason, that there was anything wrong in what they did.
    When she saw Salvia, her face did not burn with blood, as it did at the
    beginning, and she did not hunch her shoulders against imagined accusations as
    she crossed the town now.

    At the very moment it always seemed she had been walking too

    far, that she must have passed the clearing completely and needed to turn
    around, she saw Mason.

    He was standing much as he had been the first night they'd

    met here, his hands balled into fists in his pockets, his eyes on the sky,
    standing in what she now recognized was his tensest stance, directly in the
    center of the clearing. He was wholly illuminated by a moon that approached
    full, and she could see the glistening tracks of tears on both cheeks, the
    slightest quiver to his bottom lip. Pain spiked just beneath her breastbone as
    she wondered distressedly what had upset him.

    "Mason?" she called, tumbling out of the trees and

    into his arms. He barely caught her as she tripped over the undergrowth,
    landing ungracefully against his chest, and when she looked up into his face,
    she had never seen such despair.

    "You came," he said brokenly. "I hoped you

    wouldn't."

    "What?"

    Rustling footsteps all around them told of the presence of

    others, and Mason's hands tightened on her upper arms as if he could somehow
    squeeze her out of sight.

    Livia's head swiveled frantically from side to side as she

    tried to see each face as they appeared, grimacing, out of the shadows; at the
    front of them all, she saw Salvia's triumphant countenance.

    And Mason's eyes never left hers, never stopped pleading

    with her to forgive him for asking her to meet him the very first time. She had
    the horrible, world-shaking, vomit-inducing thought that, perhaps, he had tired
    of her and betrayed her. Her eyes begged his to assure her that this could
    never be true, but there was too much self-condemnation in their greyness for
    her to be sure.

    "You have broken a match, you and Miss Livia Russing,

    who was unmatched and took it upon herself to tear apart two compatible
    souls"

    "Livia did not take it upon herself," Mason

    interjected. "I convinced her. I persuaded her to meet me
    there."

    "Regardless, she took part in the breaking."

    "No, no, none of it was her fault. Aren't you listening

    to me? She didn't intend to do anything wrong. If anyone deserves any sort of
    punishment, it's me. I knew full well what the consequences would be if I were
    caught, and I chose to do it anyway."

    "Did you ever stop to consider your matched pair?

    Salvia?"

    "Salvia and I were never compatible. Never. You

    must have made a mistake;”

    "We do not make mistakes! We are the Matching

    Council. We know what is best for the community, and it's self-important children
    like you that sow dissension."

    "You made at least one mistake, didn't you? Or

    did you forget so easily that you left Livia without a match?"

    "Her situation was unfortunate, but not the fault of

    the Matching Council. If anyone should be blamed, it's the elders of Micrague
    for allowing such a tragedy to happen on their ground."

    "Unfortunate? Unfortunate? You condemned her to

    a lifetime alone. And someone like Livia should never, ever be left alone.
    Someone like Salvia, on the other hand, "

    "Enough! Talking to this boy further serves no purpose.

    He has already told us what we need to know. Tomorrow, he and the girl will
    receive their twenty lashes."

    "Wait, wait, you're not listening! Livia didn't do

    anything wrong! Just by being caught, she's probably punished herself more than
    you ever could. Please, please, by the gods, have some mercy! She
    doesn't deserve any punishment!"

    "Whether or not you feel she has done anything wrong,

    the law

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  • Matching Day: Part 1
    Matching Day: Part 1
    To love risks more than just her heart.

    Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the

    Podcast at Connected.



    Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the

    fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have
    at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth
    year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another
    from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No
    song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read,
    no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility.

    "Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones

    issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara.

    "What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her

    sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend
    sounded this urgent.

    "There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!"

    "Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her

    eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was
    all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward,
    gripping Livia's arm in both hands.

    "That's not the worst thing," she rolled on.

    "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the
    numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"

    Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed

    before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl
    will be left without her match?"

    "Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching

    Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with
    morbid excitement.

    "What do they do about that?" It was unheard of,

    as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect
    match for everyone.

    Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be

    matched."

    Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave

    her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe
    they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than
    that poor boy who died."

    Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to

    terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor
    girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What
    if he was matched with me?

    "Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the

    central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that
    lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers.

    "Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead

    that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering
    of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled
    approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.

    Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into

    the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt
    nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and
    the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank.
    She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell
    was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I
    hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his
    face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais.

    "Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia

    stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?

    All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's

    morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls
    recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying
    pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.

    She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the

    grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's
    direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.

    With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no

    other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front
    of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this
    be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?

    "Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held

    ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia
    couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a
    good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding
    secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered
    forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so
    alone.

    How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without

    ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take
    away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her
    fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers
    through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the
    wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features.

    "His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a

    voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to
    see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the
    humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been
    matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.

    He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft,

    cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether
    that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged
    self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I
    just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him,
    I'd at least let you know who you could ask."

    A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her

    to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know,"
    she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about
    what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what
    could've been? "Can I ask you something now?"

    "Absolutely."

    "Would I have liked him?"

    The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it

    took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted
    more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the
    seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here,
    there's no doubt that he would have liked you."

    He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for

    a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm
    second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to
    know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to
    love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to
    Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.

    Livia hated them. All of them.

    The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and

    coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their
    shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying
    one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other.
    They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in
    the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks
    at the whole lot of them.

    She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities.

    The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over
    eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the
    new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.

    Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she

    could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their
    happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had
    begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would
    be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was
    the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.

    And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on

    top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could
    motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds
    trickled by on the way to the hall.

    "Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her

    with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough
    to say goodbye to Mara."

    "I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"

    Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the

    forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad
    for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy
    died."

    "Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had

    refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing
    about what she had lost.

    Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and

    turned to leave. "Go."

    Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall,

    standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the
    windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she
    watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks
    from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted,
    bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.

    And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was

    seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an
    enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was
    always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms
    pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along
    with the story.

    He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He

    looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze
    drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.

    This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her

    eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like
    acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with
    pitiful lack of restraint.

    She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing

    scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from
    the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely
    soothing thought.

    "Are you alright?" For the second time, the

    grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him;
    not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face
    streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia,
    and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her
    that way and find her lacking.

    His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his

    hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her.
    "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe
    you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."

    She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning

    toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when
    everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get
    himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much
    harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a
    step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut.
    "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't
    have said that. He was your friend, "

    "It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a

    smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He
    had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who
    lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not
    continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing
    everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least.

    "Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there

    with Salvia?"

    His face took on the contemplative expression of someone

    deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what
    I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, "

    "Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen?

    Exuberant?"

    obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I

    don't like her at all."

    Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her.

    She's your match. You love her."

    He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I

    don't."

    "But she's your perfect match," Livia

    insisted.

    "But what if she's not?"

    Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked,

    "What?"

    "What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me?

    What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't
    be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would
    like a little bit better?"

    "That doesn't even make sense," Livia said,

    shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers,
    complete compatibility;”

    "But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you

    should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else."

    "Well, yes, but;”

    "So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on

    everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would
    love this other guy more?"

    "Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so

    much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be
    with, right?"

    "Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want

    to see her happy."

    "Then you should leave her in peace with the person she

    was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired
    with."

    The interminable silence stretched between them as the

    grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his
    hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she
    wasn't matched with anyone?"

    Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized

    what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until
    he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly.
    "Salvia has you."

    He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear

    as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."

    Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he

    uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant
    to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd
    been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been
    paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be.

    "I don't even know your name," Livia said

    resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed
    against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart
    under her palm.

    "It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had

    the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the
    fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled
    slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth
    that radiated from his flesh.

    "Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She

    realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was
    everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of
    her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the
    party."

    With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest

    of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not
    toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time
    without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet,
    and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason.

    "You didn't come to the party last night," Mara

    said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia.

    "No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before;

    lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her
    heart had never slowed.

    "Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara

    twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate
    hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."

    The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug

    tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again -
    all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the
    only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know
    them."

    "Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."

    Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?"

    "Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? -

    his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a
    house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get
    to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them,
    and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."

    Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went

    without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event.
    The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well
    off indeed.

    "So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a

    while?"

    "Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."

    A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia

    to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to
    see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,

    "Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully,

    skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand
    gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that
    he, too, had had a night with little sleep.

    "Good morning, Mara, Livia," he said politely,

    giving each of them a little nod. His eyes lingered on Livia, though, and she
    found herself blushing and rushing to hug Mara goodbye again and begging for
    many letters describing life in Onek in great detail.

    But then Mara left, and Salvia, Mason and Livia were left

    standing in an awkwardly isosceles triangle. "So, " Livia said at
    length, rocking back and forth in her slippers. "How was the party last
    night?"

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  • Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
    Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
    Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.

    Based on a post by LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Cam was all smiles when she arrived, effusive with

    compliments over how gorgeous he thought she looked. That helped clear the air,
    and the two fell right back into their conversation, picking up where they left
    off and talking into the night until the place closed down and they were forced
    to leave.

    Any time in the future she thought back to that night,

    Rachel could never remember what they talked about on the walk back to her
    dorm, because though she listened and participated, her mind was elsewhere.
    Specifically it was on throwing out all her chaste intentions for the evening
    and becoming determined to get this boy's cock in her mouth. He was hot, he was
    a gentleman, and everything about him turned her on.

    Reaching her building's entrance, she was about to invite

    him inside when he wished her goodnight. They made plans to hang out again
    soon, and he headed off. Rachel headed up to her room, confounded at how
    genuine he was, stripped off all her modest clothes, and fucked herself silly
    trying to sate the horniness that Cam had inflicted on her.

    Their next date was equally as refreshing, and this time

    their evening ended with a kiss. A small taste at first, but soon the two felt
    their tongues intertwine, and their bodies heave and swell against each
    other's. Yet still, that's where the date would end, but before he left, they
    made plans once again. Plans for dinner; at Cam's.

    This time there was no modesty to hide behind in the way she

    dressed. She wanted this boy and she wanted him bad. She made sure her best
    assets were on display, a lovely dress with a deep cut neckline that her ripe,
    full breasts were practically bursting out of. On her way to his place she was
    even a little nervous. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, but
    that wasn't it. It was something about him, he wasn't just another hook up, he
    was different.

    Cam welcomed her at the door with his bright, perfect smile,

    and she almost jumped him the second she heard the latch click behind her.
    Somehow she held it together and made her way to the couch, where he had a
    bottle of wine waiting to share. They each had a glass, falling deep into
    conversation so easily, and when they were done, Rachel noticed that they had
    slowly and silently inched closer and closer as they talked. They were practically
    on top of each other now. Now the talking was done.

    Cam brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's face, and

    her whole body buzzed. She didn't want to be strong anymore but somehow she
    waited, somehow she let him make the first move. He licked his lips, leaned in,
    and kissed her softly. He held her close. She felt safe. She felt relaxed.
    There was no rush on either of their parts, and the two just kissed, enjoying
    each other's lips, listening to their soft coos and breaths that accentuated
    the gentle music playing in the background.

    Rachel had never been kissed like this. Kissing was always

    just a precursor to what came next, but not here. Not with Cam. She could have
    stayed there forever in his lips, but still she put up no refute when she felt
    his hands start to spread over her body. Down her arms, across her hips, and
    then, then; she felt the sweet comfort of his strong hands on her breasts. Cam
    squeezed them gently, kneading them delicately through her dress. His hands
    felt incredible, but she needed more than a tease, and so it was Rachel who,
    through the electric sensations of his lips on hers, reached up and pulled down
    her top, exposing her fat, milky breast to him.

    They groaned into each other's mouth when the skin of his

    hand touched the skin of her breast. He squeezed harder this time, with more
    purpose, and Rachel arched her back into him deeper. His finger danced around
    her diamond-hard nipple before gently tweaking it, then he squeezed again.
    Rachel lolled her head back in ecstasy, and Cam took the opportunity to kiss
    his way down her pale neck, over the flat of her chest. Rachel felt her breath
    involuntarily hold as he lifted her heavy tit, waiting in anticipation for his
    lips to taste her nipple. She felt the wetness of his tongue around the tip,
    then the full, soft suction of his mouth, and she almost screamed.

    Sensations coursed through her as he sucked on her nipple,

    and then the feel of cool air. Then his lips on hers once again. He kissed her,
    deeply and sensually, gently petting and caressing her breast as he did so.
    Then the kissing stopped. Rachel opened her eyes dreamily and looked up at the
    gorgeous man she was coupled with. He was waiting for something, waiting for
    her, and so slowly, still lost in the sensation of his hand on her smooth,
    milky flesh, Rachel gripped at the length of her dress, pulling it upward as
    her thick, creamy thighs gently butterflied open.

    Rachel smiled at him. He smiled back. Gravity took control

    of her breast, and Cam's hand slid down her torso. Her eyes shut as she felt
    his fingers dancing around her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what
    they both wanted. When she was unable to take any more teasing he cupped his
    full, strong hand over her entire wet mound and just held it there. Rachel
    gasped. She clung to him as his hand pulsed slowly into her labia, the
    anticipation of receiving his fingers driving her wild. He pecked sweetly at
    her neck as he got a feel for her most intimate area. Then, the pressure
    released, and she felt only a single finger begin to glide, almost
    imperceptibly, over her soaked panties.

    She had been here before, had men touch her before, but

    something wholly new occurred at that moment. He did something no one else had
    ever done, not even Tim: he asked her what she wanted.

    "I want you to show me what you like," he

    whispered, practically staring into her soul, "I want you to show me how
    to please you."

    Rachel absolutely melted. She pulled him close, kissing him

    deeply, the heat of passion practically overwhelming her. "Touch me. Please,"
    she hissed. She felt the band of her panties stretch, felt his firm fingers
    pass through the ginger tuft of pubic hair. It felt like her entire being had
    opened up completely as the first finger of Cam's hand slipped easily inside
    her tight body.

    Rachel obeyed his request, steering him in the right

    direction as he worked first one finger, then two inside of her steaming core.
    She was riding waves of pleasure, wondering if it could ever get better, when
    Cam slid down her body, and she felt his face press between her legs. His lips
    and tongue joined his fingers, and created a symphony of intense sensation.

    Rachel felt the electricity building inside her, he was

    playing her body like a fine tuned instrument. Then something happened. She
    started to feel it. Her whole body was buzzing, her pussy was on fire. There
    was only one place to go, and she was almost there, He was getting her there.

    "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she started to

    chant as the feeling kept rising, the rhythmic thrusting of his thick fingers
    driving her to the edge while his tongue wrote poems on the tip of her clit.
    She had wanted this for so long, something other than dalliances with Tim,
    something real, something explicit, something climactic, and now, finally,
    after so many years, it was coming. She was cumming.

    Cam held on for dear life and Rachel cried out in deep

    rapture as her body spasmed and shook with a deep orgasm. Finally, Finally, her
    body seemed to cry, racing white hot pleasure through her as she wriggled
    against her lover's face. It only lasted moments, but Rachel felt like it would
    never end. Cam rocked her back to earth, holding and stroking her as she came
    down from an unbelievable high.

    When her breath finally calmed, Rachel took stock of what

    had just happened. For the first time in her life, a man other than Tim had
    made her cum. She was giddy with excitement, and no less ravenous for the man
    in question. Staring at him in awe for a moment, that big bright smile of his
    warming her with its light, her hand drifted down between his legs. He was
    hard. Extremely. Now it was her turn.

    She sat upright, and immediately pulled the top of her dress

    down completely, bearing both of her huge, heaving breasts to Cam. She lurched
    toward him, and Cam met her, getting completely lost in the overwhelming flesh
    of her bosom. He squeezed and kissed, groped and sucked, and while he enjoyed
    himself, Rachel's hand worked open his pants and freed his painfully hard cock
    to the night. She sighed. She loved it already. It wasn't the biggest she'd
    ever had, but it didn't matter. It was perfect.

    Rachel cooed and encouraged Cam's working of her tits as she

    began to explore his rigid length with her hand. She stroked generously, but
    this was only a warm up for what her true intentions were. When she couldn't
    stand the need any longer, when her mouth was watering with desire, she
    disengaged, slid down his body until she was on her knees on the floor between
    his legs. She smiled at him, she could have returned the favor and asked him
    what he liked, but she knew she didn't need to. Taking one last moment to
    appreciate the specimen before her, to feel the weight of his balls in her
    hand, Rachel licked her lips and leaned in, taking Cam's hard, thick cock into
    her mouth.

    He felt so good between her lips, so hard, yet so soft. So

    alive. She penetrated her mouth with his length with pure joy, covering every
    inch of him with perfect pleasure. She wanted to give this man everything he
    deserved, everything she denied from so many others. Pushing forward she felt
    him pass the back of her tongue, and smirked in glee as a deep groan from him
    signaled his entry into her throat.

    She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go, and she moaned

    in delight when she felt his pubic hair push into her nose. She worked him in
    and out in long, deep strokes, practically using her whole body to suck this
    boy's cock. It didn't take long before she started to see the signs, the
    staggered breath, the stiffening body, and it was then that she decided she
    wanted to do something for him that she had (almost) never done for anyone
    before.

    "God Rachel," he hissed, "I'm; gonna

    cum!"

    She slipped him out of her throat at the last moment,

    holding his head in her mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft firmly and with
    purpose, and her other hand kneaded his boiling balls. It was only a moment
    before she felt the fat head of his cock flare, and then twitch strongly
    against her as he began to fill her mouth with pulse after pulse of hot semen.

    "Huh; oh my gawd," he wailed, cumming in Rachel's

    mouth. She never stopped, working him through the peak of his orgasm, then
    slowly caressing him as he came down. Once his spasming subsided, Rachel
    carefully slipped his swollen cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.
    Opening her mouth she tilted back so he could see the result of her handiwork,
    a pool of thick white coated her tongue. She wanted him to see it, to see His
    cum in Her mouth.

    She closed her mouth, and with a twinkle in her eye,

    swallowed down the entire load.

    "Damn, girl!" Cam said with a laugh. She started

    to laugh too, the wildness of what just happened catching up with her. Cam
    reached for her, the two of them sharing the laughter, and pulled her lips to
    his, kissing her deep. Kissing her. After he had just cum in her mouth. She
    didn't know why, but she found that incredibly sexy.

    They held each other on the couch, basking in their newfound

    intimacy, just relaxing into each other's arms. As the night rolled on, Rachel
    had a horrible thought, that what just happened was only a fluke, so when they
    moved to Cam's bed, she made sure to try it again. This time both fully nude,
    able to feel everything.

    It was no fluke.

    Rachel giggled with glee after Cam gave her another orgasm.

    This was real. This was special. Drifting off to sleep after swallowing her
    second load of Cam's cum, Rachel was excited for the future. Excited for what
    their relationship might bring, and excited to do all manner of depraved things
    with Cam, all just short of full penetrative sex. If things went well though,
    she thought, hopefully that day would come.

    Rachel and Cam stayed together all through the remainder of

    college, and then some, and Rachel was sure there were wedding bells in her
    future. Unfortunately though, as all good things must, eventually it had to
    end. Cam was being deployed, and they both decided the strain would be too
    much. And so at twenty four, Rachel found herself single for the first time in
    years, unmarried, and depressed. She was still a virgin though, she had never
    had the experience of totally sharing her body with Cam, a man she believed she
    loved, because they hadn't married. And that was good. Right?

    For the next year, Rachel found herself swinging between

    self-imposed celibacy, and unsatisfying hook ups. That's why she found herself
    on her knees in the back of a minivan, sucking the cock of a guy she used to
    hook up with in high school. A guy who was now divorced, with two kids. She had
    hoped his time being married would have improved his skills, but after a not
    entirely unpleasant round of fingering and cunt licking, she tapped out,
    unfulfilled, and returned the favor, the way she always had.

    "Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" she said, to an

    intoxicated grunt of agreement, then moments later popped his straining flesh
    out of her mouth to finish the job with her hand. She'd wipe his drizzle from
    her hands, they'd part ways with a promise to be in touch soon, and Rachel
    would end the night (this time in her own apartment) doing for herself what the
    guy she was with could not.

    Masturbating always made her kind of melancholy though, as

    sure enough her thoughts would drift to Cam, and to all the things they had
    done together; all the ways they had made each other feel good. It was a
    vicious circle though, as this melancholy is what drove her to rekindle past
    hookups in an attempt to get Cam out of her mind, only to find herself thinking
    of him when she returned home unsatisfied, to finish herself off.

    Of all the guys she had reconnected with, she ultimately

    knew what she was going to get (or not get, for that matter), yet it never
    stopped her from reaching out to them. All, that is, but one.

    "Hey." The words sat silently in a void on her

    computer screen. She didn't know what to expect, or whether to expect anything
    at all, but nonetheless she put them out there. And waited.

    This was stupid, she thought. It was a mistake. It had been

    years since they had talked. He probably had his own life now and didn't have
    time for a stroll down memory lane that wreaked of desperation and,

    "Hey!" The tension in her body alleviated slightly

    as the words popped up. "Long time no talk! How've you been?" The
    tone was jovial and pleasant, as though he was actually excited to hear from
    her. She started to breathe again, and soon the two fell into a pleasant
    reminiscence. It was nice to talk to him again. It was nice to talk to Tim.

    "I'm sorry I just sort of disappeared back then,"

    she said after a moment of reflection. He was a good guy, and a good friend, as
    much as she tried to believe what they had was purely physical. "I kind of
    got; caught up with life, I guess."

    "No, it's totally cool," he wrote back, "It

    happens to all of us." There was a pause, and then a question she hadn't
    been asked in a long time. "Truth or dare?"

    A tingle ran through Rachel's body. She knew where that

    question could lead when coming from Tim. Wasn't that really why she messaged
    him in the first place, though? Why try to deny it?

    "Truth," she finally responded

    "What was his name?"

    "What makes you think there was a guy involved?"

    "Because I know the reason we kept in touch as long as

    we did, and when you disappeared, I had to assume it was for a specific
    reason."

    "Oh yeah?" she typed back, annoyed at his

    accuracy. "And what reason is that?"

    "You found someone else who could make you cum."

    "I don't think that's any of your business, Tim

    :P" she said, as coy as ever. She never liked admitting when he was right,
    and Tim somehow was always right. She didn't even know what she was doing, or
    why she reached out to him.

    "Hey, what's your weekend look like? You wanna come by

    my place Saturday night and we can; catch up?" Her answer to this question
    was as good as an answer to his previous one. She'd be telling him a lot by how
    she chose to answer. There wasn't really ever a choice though. He had made it
    easy for her, and she wrote back the only word she had ever considered:

    "Sure."

    "And so I've been a nurse for coming up on three years

    now," Rachel said, taking another sip of the very good wine Tim had
    brought out.

    "That is so great, Rachel, I'm so happy for you!"

    She could tell by the tone of his voice he meant it. Tim wouldn't shine her on,
    he wasn't that kind of guy.

    She had gotten to his place at 8, and was met with a big,

    enveloping hug when she entered. It was nice. His body felt nice against hers. Tim's
    place was modest, but it looked great. Somewhere along the line Tim apparently
    grew up, and got some great taste as well. Well, Tim always had great taste,
    she chuckled to herself. She was trying to tell herself that wasn't why she had
    come, but if she was already making jokes like that, even to herself, there
    wasn't much pretense getting in her way.

    The atmosphere was cozy and cool, and any nervousness she

    had felt about rekindling whatever this was; was starting to dissipate. After a
    brief tour, the two old friends made their way to the couch, where wine and
    stories of what their lives had become were shared.

    He looked good, she couldn't deny it. She had always found

    Tim cute, but a couple years of age and maturity really did him good. She liked
    to think he thought the same thing about her, she'd put on a couple pounds, but
    thankfully it all went to the right places, making her tits somehow even bigger
    than they had been when he'd last experienced them. She made sure to dress to
    accentuate those curves as well. She knew he liked them, and she wanted to show
    off what age and maturity had done for her, but not be too obvious about it.
    She chose a simple, black dress with a low, but not Too low, neckline that
    hugged her body delightfully. Her cleavage looked exquisite, and the knee high
    boots she chose to top it all off added a nice bit of style.

    At this point in the night, she wasn't nervous anymore, she

    was anxious. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to touch him. She wanted
    to know if his cock was as perfect as she remembered. But she would never make
    the first move, and he knew that. He was making her wait. Teasing her. She was
    once again annoyed at the hold he had over her, a hold that was making her
    excruciatingly horny.

    The night continued, and as they finished their wine, there

    was a palpable shift in the air.

    "How's your mom?" he asked, putting his wine glass

    down to focus on her.

    "She's good," she answered shortly. There wasn't

    much less she wanted to think about at this moment than her mom;

    "Do you still go to two churches?"

    "Yes," she said, unconsciously rubbing her thighs

    together. She knew the implication of his question.

    Tim smiled, and shifted toward her, and lowered his voice.

    "Are you still a virgin?" His hand fell gently to the creamy flesh
    exposed below her dress. She didn't stop him.

    His eyes were locked on hers. She felt a tingle in her body

    as she answered, "Yes."

    He smiled again. "But you've been busy, haven't

    you?" He began stroking her leg. It felt good. He felt good.

    "Yes," she whispered. Tim leaned in close. Damnit,

    he even smelled good. There was now only an inch or so between them, but the
    tension inside her made the distance feel cavernous. He licked his lips, and
    then Rachel and Tim did something they had never done in all the time they
    spent hooking up: they kissed.

    And boy, what a kiss. Rachel generally didn't want the guys

    she had hooked up with to kiss her, as kissing was somehow more intimate to her
    than the other activities they got up to, but here, with Tim, it felt natural.
    He was a great kisser, maybe she had been missing out. But she didn't need a
    kiss to know how good he was with his lips and tongue.

    She was just starting to relax into their make out session

    when Tim

    53 min
  • Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 2
    Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 2
    Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.

    Based on a post by LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Rachel stared at herself in her bathroom mirror before going

    across the street to meet him. She was playing coy, but was under no
    misconceptions about what she wanted. She looked at her body as she zipped her
    sweatshirt over her naked breasts. A lot had happened since that night in the
    tent after prom, she had learned a lot. She had learned what she wanted and
    couldn't have. She learned how to suck cock. She wondered if Tim had learned a
    lot too.

    Walking over, she couldn't believe it, but she was nervous.

    Hooking up in a car was nothing new for her, she had done it plenty of times,
    but this was different, He was different. There was a new confidence there in
    Tim, and it excited her. The second his hands touched her body she shuddered
    and smiled, she knew right then that it was going to happen. That he could do
    it. Her body was on fire as he freed her big breasts to the night air. There
    Was something different about Tim, a new confidence that turned her on
    immensely. His hands worked their way into her shorts, sending electric shocks
    through her as strong fingers slipped between wet, waiting lips. She couldn't
    believe it, what was it about this guy? It had been almost a year of fooling around,
    a year of pleasuring men in hopes that they could return the favor, and here,
    in this car in this parking lot, the guy she knew from church, the guy whose
    cum grossed her out that night in the tent, broke Rachel's curse and made her
    cum in mere minutes.

    A year of pent up frustration blasted through her body in

    wave after wave of pleasure. She moaned. She squealed. She almost laughed. When
    it was over, she sat there for a moment in shock, the chemicals racing through
    her still, making her feel slightly loopy. She couldn't believe it, Tim from
    church was the only guy who could make her cum. Tim with the great cock. Cum
    drunk and horny still, it was Rachel's turn to show Tim what she had learned.
    She remembered his cock, his fantastic cock, and she had spent many nights
    hoping she'd get another shot at it. That night was the night, and after
    freeing her prize from his pants, she gladly took him into her mouth and gave
    him a world class blowjob. She was happy to do it. She was eager to do it. For
    the first time in her life she realized she wasn't just sucking cock, she was
    pleasuring him.

    She gave him everything she had, he deserved it. He gave her

    something no other man to that point had. And when the time came, when she felt
    his balls tense up and his shaft grow oh so hard between her lips, she gave him
    something no other man had ever had either, she kept sucking, and kept
    stroking, and for the first time in her life, Rachel welcomed the ejaculation
    of her lover into her mouth. Tim's cum wasn't gross to her anymore, it was
    wonderful. It slipped across her tongue, pooling between her lips, and when she
    felt her limit being reached she did another thing she had never done for
    anyone else: she swallowed.

    She told herself, told him, that it was a one-time thing,

    that they weren't going to get together again, but even before the words left
    her lips she knew it was a lie. She'd try to get that same feeling with other
    guys that summer, but no one could do it like Tim, and soon their trysts became
    a regular thing. Rachel would have a disappointing date, and then Tim would be
    there to give her what she needed. She was more than happy to return the favor
    as well. She sucked his cock, he'd cum in her mouth, and she'd swallow it down
    with gusto.

    She continued seeing other guys that summer, though, as she

    didn't want to admit that there was something special about Tim; didn't want to
    admit she was becoming addicted to his cock as much as his tongue and fingers.
    She'd see her usuals, and make sure they went home happy, but it wasn't much
    more than transactional. All her rules still applied, she was happy to stroke
    them, happy to suck them, but that's where it would end. No matter how worked
    up they might be, when the guy started to groan, that last road to release was
    traveled in her hands, pointed well away from her person. With Tim though, she
    was totally uninhibited. She wanted to taste him, to feel him, she wanted her
    boundaries to be pushed and pressed, and Tim knew it. Maybe it was because Time
    knew the double life she was leading, the never ending tension between being
    prim and proper and hot and horny, whatever it was, it was intoxicating, and
    Tim and his perfect cock were the drug. She let him do whatever he wanted, and
    she would blush repeatedly remembering things the next day, in disbelief that
    she'd let him use her body the way he had, and what's' more, she liked it.

    But why? Cum was weird and gross, why did she tingle with

    excitement every time she came in contact with his? It might have been because
    despite doing things with Tim she had only seen in the dirtiest of movies, he
    was always a perfect gentleman; he'd always ask when the time came. "Can I
    cum in your mouth?" he'd ask, teetering on the brink, and Rachel would
    moan in approval, excitedly accepting the warm explosion between her lips.
    "Can I cum on your tits?" He'd say through passionate grunts and
    grimaces. Without hesitation she'd say yes and present her spectacular globes
    for sticky tribute. "Can I cum on your face?" He'd grunt, overwhelmed
    with animalistic need, this was the only one that gave her pause the first
    time. She had never let any man's cum get even close to her face, but something
    about Tim's absolute animalistic need made her say yes. It was filthy, it was
    exhilarating, and after that first time she never even thought about saying no.
    He's such a hot, dirty gentleman, she'd think as she tipped her head back just
    before he spilled himself onto her soft skin.

    She'd repeatedly wonder about that period of one's life,

    when the hormones and the drive for sex really kicks in, turning you into an
    insatiable pleasure monster, and whether all the dirty things she did were
    things she'd have done anyway, or if it was all a result of trying her best to
    avoid doing what she really wanted to do, what her body really wanted to do.
    Did she truly enjoy sucking cock? Or was it just the best she could do to take
    the place of having that hard cock push deep into her body and fuck her brains
    out?

    Regardless of the unknowable answers to these questions, it

    didn't stop her from enjoying herself that summer right up to that sacred line
    she wouldn't cross, sometimes with others, but more often with Tim. As the days
    wore down, Rachel tried to play it cool, but the truth was she was not looking
    forward to going back to school, far away from the one guy that could get her
    off. The days began to cool though, and soon they parted.

    Rachel tried to throw herself back into the world of real

    men, real men who potentially could get her off, but it just wasn't happening,
    and so for a while she and Tim kept up their online flirtations, each using the
    other to add some spice to their masturbation sessions. She even tried to think
    of the times with Tim when she'd find herself with a real man between her legs,
    but to no avail. She'd get close, oh so close, -her body would begin that
    glorious tingle, but it would never get beyond that. Not even thinking about
    all the hot, dirty things she and Tim had done that past summer.

    This meant that though she got to have her fun and play with

    some lovely hard cocks, none of them got what Tim got. None of them got to fuck
    her tits, or cum on her, or cum in her mouth. None of them got more than they
    needed. Well almost none of them.

    Rachel was at a party being thrown at the apartment of one

    of her regular hook ups, a classmate named James. She had gone there fully
    prepared to spend the night, as, despite never getting her off, she had to
    admit James was good with his fingers and tongue, and had a very nice cock that
    she honestly loved sucking on. She was excited, as it had been a few weeks
    since she had gotten any, and they knew each other enough that it was a
    guaranteed good time, if ultimately not quite totally satisfying.

    The party was a great time. Rachel was delightfully looking

    forward to her own personal after party, when suddenly all thought left her
    mind and she stopped cold in her tracks. Her eyes had spotted a familiar face
    across the room, it was Bill. She felt her stomach drop and her nipples
    tighten, he looked good. Real good.

    Rachel floated across the room, coasting on a combination of

    nostalgic lust and alcoholic buzz, and the two began talking. They had picked
    up where they had left off, and it was clear to her by the way he couldn't stop
    stealing glances at her considerable cleavage that he was thinking the same
    thing she was, but still there was something different, something slightly off.
    It all became clear when she met the girl he was with.

    Bill seemed slightly embarrassed, as was Rachel, but they

    played it off the best they could as the three of them talked. Rachel learned
    they had met at work, and had been together for a couple months. Anything after
    that fell on deaf ears though, as Rachel couldn't stop picturing the two of
    them together. They looked good together, and she could tell by the way the
    girl clung to Bill that clearly she was familiar with "what he had to
    offer." She smiled through the rest of the conversation, but all that was
    in her mind was what the two lovers did in bed. Did he make her cum? She bet he
    did. She bet this girl didn't have the hang up Rachel did. Did she suck his
    cock like Rachel did? Could she take all his impressive size into her throat
    like Rachel did? Did she swallow his cum? Rachel bet she did. Did he fuck her?
    Did her petite body take that thick, wonderful cock inside her? Rachel bet she
    did. It was this last thought that made her tingle with excitement. She bet he
    looked amazing fucking her. And she bet the girl loved it.

    Bill and his date excused themselves, as they had other

    places to be, and Rachel tried to keep the thoughts out of her mind and enjoy
    the rest of the party. As people began to leave and the crowd thinned out, she
    and James started making eyes at each other, and when the first opportunity
    presented itself to do so the two stole away to James' room and locked the
    door.

    Clothes were discarded quickly, and it was only mere moments

    before Rachel felt warm, wet lips clamp around her nipple and begin to suck
    generously. James loved her tits, and she loved that he loved them. He was good
    with his mouth and his hands. He'd soon continue this exhibition lower on her
    body, and she was more than ready for him. Rachel was soaking wet, and felt his
    fingers easily slide inside her. When his tongue hit her clit in unison, she
    moaned as electric shocks of pleasure burst through her. He was good, great
    almost, but even then, as worked up as she was, she couldn't quite get over
    that final hump.

    Giving the poor boy a break she quickly thanked him by

    returning the favor. He was nice and hard, and his length slipped swiftly
    between her lips and into her wet, waiting mouth. James was nice, his cock was
    nicer, but as soon as the firm flesh penetrated her mouth, her thoughts went to
    Bill. And as her thoughts turned to Bill, her hand snaked down between her
    legs. She remembered Bill's big, beautiful cock, and how much she loved sucking
    it, and felt the rush of pleasure course through her as she touched herself.
    She loved teasing him with her tongue and sucking on the head as she stroked.
    She loved the way he twitched in her mouth when she'd hit the right spots. She
    loved the way she felt stuffed and full as he passed the back of her tongue and
    slipped down into the tightness of her throat. In and out, in and out of her
    throat while she held him firm and worked his balls, worked them so well that
    it was hard for him not to,

    "Ugh" she moaned through the meat of the cock in

    her mouth as her pussy spasmed and she started to cum. The sounds of her
    pleasure vibrated through the hard meat in her mouth, and then gasps and moans
    from James melded in the air with hers. James' cock was tucked into her throat
    and beginning to spasm. Oh no, she thought, he's cumming! She pulled him out of
    her throat, but caught up in the suddenness of the moment, Rachel kept the
    boy's spasming member in her mouth as he filled it with a generous amount of
    hot cum. The moment being what it was, she didn't have much choice but to
    swallow, so swallow she did.

    "Holy shit," James gasped as the intensity of his

    orgasm waned, "holy shit, that was amazing! You've never done That
    before!"

    "Well," she said, searching for a response,

    slightly embarrassed, "I guess you just brought it out of me
    tonight!" She chuckled nervously, wiping a stray bit of cum from her lips.
    She had James' cock back in her mouth the next morning, as he clearly was
    hoping for a replay of the night before, but although his balls were drained
    when she left, this time not a drop of it made it to her mouth. She had broken
    her own rule and had no intention of doing it again, but didn't feel too bad
    about it, he hadn't made her cum, but he definitely Helped her cum, and so for
    that one time she decided he deserved it.

    James started blowing up her phone every chance he got, of

    course he did after That performance, but Rachel wasn't interested anymore. In
    fact, for the next while she wasn't interested in anyone. She had her eyes set
    on what she really wanted, she wanted Bill.

    But she had no idea how to get him back.

    "So this was a guy you used to hook up with?"

    "Yeah; we were pretty hot and heavy for a while,"

    Rachel typed into the messenger box. Rachel and Tim might have been far away
    from each other, but they were still friends, and they still talked. She found
    it was easier to talk to him about personal stuff, maybe because of their
    history, maybe because of the distance. And besides, there were definitely
    still nights where talking to Tim came in handy. Nights like tonight.
    "He's the one who taught me how to deepthroat."

    "I see," he wrote back. She felt herself blush.

    She would never tell him what she wanted, but she knew he could never resist
    the bait when she laid it out. "He taught you to do it; but I taught you
    to like it? ;)"

    Bingo.

    "Stop" she wrote, feigning annoyance on the screen

    while her insides started to heat and boil in real life. The truth was, she
    missed Tim. Missed hooking up with him. He was a great guy with a great cock,
    and most importantly;

    "Did he ever make you cum?"

    "You know he didn't :P" Gush.

    "Did he ever cum in your mouth?"

    "You know he didn't." Double gush.

    "Why not?"

    "You know why," she said, her fingers dipping down

    into her panties.

    "It's been a while," he typed, "remind me.

    :)" She shook her head, she could feel his smug smile radiating off the
    monitor. He knew he had her on the hook, and from how wet she was, and the
    buzzing pleasure she was triggering with her fingers, she couldn't deny it.

    "Because the only person who gets to cum in my mouth is

    you," she typed with one hand while stroking her slick lower lips, it's
    true it was a little white lie after that night with James, but the lie was
    much hotter than the truth. "Brat," she fired back for good measure.
    She hated how horny he got her sometimes.

    "Oh right," he wrote back in mock ignorance. She

    waited anxiously for what was going to come next, strumming herself slowly so
    she wouldn't get too far too fast. She waited on edge, but nothing came. Maybe
    he wasn't into it tonight, she wondered, maybe he,

    "Do you remember that carwash we had over the summer

    with the church youth group?" A shiver went down her spine. She remembered
    it very well.

    "Yeah, that was fun," she said, trying to appear

    as un-horny as possible.

    "Do you remember what happened when it was over?"

    "I do," she said, another shiver running through

    her.

    "My mind is just a blank," he said, that smug

    radiation returning, "remind me."

    "You and I stayed late to put everything away in the

    shed behind the church," she began. It was an innocent enough sentence,
    but it obscured the sense memories she had of that day. They hadn't planned to
    get frisky, but that didn't stop Rachel from picking a bright, revealing bikini
    top to wear beneath her pale t-shirt. The shirt wasn't white, but she knew once
    it got wet, it was going to get nice and clingy to her magnificent breasts,
    illuminating the bikini underneath. She knew he'd be watching.

    "And what happened when we got into the shed?" The

    question made Rachel's eyes involuntarily close, and a slight moan escape as
    she conjured up the memory. They had been teasing each other all day, and then,
    away from prying, religious eyes, up against a stack of chairs, their bodies
    collided.

    "You put your hands down the front of my tiny jean

    shorts; and put your fingers inside me." She mirrored the memory with her
    fingers. She was wet and tight.

    "Did you like it?"

    "What do you think?"

    "I don't know, I can't remember :)" He was such an

    asshole.

    "Yes Tim," she typed with annoyance, despite how

    flushed and soaked and buzzing she was, "I liked it."

    "Well that's good," he wrote. It was, she thought,

    it was really good. She didn't know if it was the situation, being so close to
    so many people who could catch them, or if he had just gotten that good at
    pleasing her, but she was absolutely on fire that day. His fingers were magic,
    and he sent her wanton body into overdrive, plunging inside her and gyrating
    over her throbbing clit. "I seem to remember you asking me something while
    I was doing that, didn't you?"

    Rachel felt her face flush and her pussy gush. Whatever it

    was about Tim, she was comfortable enough with him to really let loose what she
    kept hidden behind her good girl demeanor, what she would call her inner slut.
    She wanted him to do things to her she'd never want another man to, and
    sometimes she'd ask for them, too. "Yes."

    "What was it?"

    She felt a chill run through her. "I asked you to talk

    dirty to me." It might have seemed like a fairly innocent request to most
    others, but for her it was a huge step.

    "Did I?" Oh, boy did he;

    "Yes."

    "Did you like it?"

    "Yes."

    "What did I say?"

    Rachel tensed up. There was no way she was going to repeat

    anything he said to her. "I don't remember.?"

    "No?"

    "No."

    "Too bad."

    She knew Tim knew she was lying, but he didn't push it, he

    knew that was the quickest way to these little sessions they had being shut
    down. Truth was, though, she remembered it alright, she remembered every word,
    she thought about it frequently when she touched herself.

    He talked about how tight her cunt was, how wet she was for

    him, how she was such an unrepentant slut for his cock. It was intense, but it
    turned her on so much because it was true, at least it was how she thought
    about herself. He talked about her huge tits, how much he loved putting his
    cock between them, talked about her mouth and her throat, how they were so good
    to his cock, so wet, so hungry for him. He talked about how pretty she was, and
    how she looked even prettier covered in his cum; about how he knew she loved to
    be covered in his thick load. She shook almost uncontrollably as he continued
    on, teasing her about being caught by someone from their church, someone she
    would know who would see her being a slut for him.

    As she careened toward orgasm, that's when Tim brought out

    the kill shot, the thing he knew got her the hottest and wettest, testing her,
    teasing her, trying to get her to admit that what she really wanted was his
    cock deep inside her, fucking her good, making her cum, pushing the bounds of
    her commitment for "purity." So far she hadn't broken, but it was
    getting harder and harder. And so was Tim.

    Lost in sensation, Rachel's hand drifted to Tim's swim

    trunks, gripping his sturdy pole. She knew she didn't love Tim, but boy, did
    she love Tim's cock. She'd never admit it, but it was true, she Did want that
    cock inside her. She Did want him to fuck her. She'd imagined how good it must
    feel many times as she touched herself, but she could never let him do it. Good
    girls don't do that. Do they? That thought was

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  • Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 1
    Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 1
    Rachel’s epic search for pleasure, while keeping her virginity.

    Based on a post by LiminallySpaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Forward:

    This is a story featuring Rachel from the explicit novel, “Sex Ed. Lessons”. meant to
    flesh out her side of the journey. While it would definitely make things richer
    if you've read that series, this is written to stand on its own. And if you
    have read that series, and you notice that some small details don't exactly
    line up with the events of ‘Sex Ed Lessons’, don't worry about it.

    "Do Not cum in my mouth, okay?" a grunt of intoxicated

    agreement was cast down, and Rachel dipped back down to take the hard,
    glistening cock before her, back into her mouth. Rachel was worried, though.
    Not worried about whether he'd forget what he agreed to, It didn't matter,
    because she could always tell right before they were going to burst, she was
    worried that she was 25, single, and a virgin. She was worried because all of
    these things were based in the same concern, i.e. that she wasn't yet married.
    Growing up in a conservative, Christian household (one so involved that her
    family actually went to Two churches), being married was very important, and
    the key to unlocking the next era of her life. It meant she'd be in a secure
    relationship with someone she loved. It meant that she could start thinking
    about starting a family of her own. But most importantly, although she'd never
    admit it, being married meant she could finally fuck.

    In all outward appearances, Rachel was the definition of the

    good Christian girl, or at least that's what she worked very hard to make her
    family and fellow church goers believe. In reality though, it's not that she
    was "bad," but she definitely pushed the boundaries of what might be
    deemed acceptable to her religious and social circles, especially when it came
    to sex. She was still a woman, still had needs, and did everything she could to
    satisfy them, as long as it was within the boundaries of "no premarital
    sex." Or at least within the boundaries as she interpreted them.

    Sex was never talked about in her household, and if the

    topic ever snuck its way in, there were only negative feelings expressed. Her
    mother always looked down on unwed mothers, or women who lived with their
    significant others out of wedlock. Most impactful, though was the way she spoke
    about her ex-husband, Rachel's father. Her father had cheated on her mother,
    and Rachel knew what that meant, he was having sex with another woman. It was
    wrong. It was immoral. And so that's how Rachel began to think about sex, as
    something bad and immoral. But if that was the case, why was she so interested
    in it? Why did the thought send such a jolt of excitement through her body?

    This moral and personal confusion got even more complicated

    when she touched herself for the first time on her 18th birthday. There had
    been a boy at her party that made her belly flutter, and later that night, her
    hand drifted down to the source of that heat and excitement. After the rush of
    guilt she felt after that first glorious orgasm, she decided, well, That wasn't
    Sex. That didn't Count. That was something she could do again, and boy, did she
    want to. It was her little secret, something she did discreetly, behind the
    backs of her family and friends, and the clandestine nature of it made it all
    the more exciting.

    First it was just the sensations of her body, touching,

    exploring, that was enough, but soon other things started creeping into her
    mind's eye as she pleasured herself. It wasn't just her touching herself, it
    was dreams and fantasies of being touched by others. By men.

    Rachel's interest in sex developed as quickly as her body

    did. By 18 she had grown into quite a striking young woman. Tall, with long red
    hair, she wasn't skinny by any means, but she was an athlete, so she became a
    wonderful series of curves that began to bring her a lot of attention. She
    quickly realized that the main focus of this attention from the opposite sex,
    men and boys alike, were her impressive, 38G breasts. She knew they were
    staring, she knew they liked them, and pretty soon she began to realize the
    power she had over men. She'd never, ever admit it, but she liked it. It turned
    her on to think of boys at her school sneaking peeks down her shirt, or certain
    dads at her church who couldn't help but get lost in her cleavage. The thoughts
    would harden her nipples, making them so sensitive, and she'd squeeze and knead
    the big, hot flesh deliciously on her path to self-gratification.

    It was around this time, amidst this new era of exploration,

    when Rachel discovered porn, another thing her mother had demonized, another
    thing she knew she would be chastised for enjoying. Yet it was another thing
    she'd never ever admit she enjoyed, another thing whose secrecy and taboo made
    it extra hot to her. It began out of a combination of hormones and pure
    curiosity. As men became interested in her, she became more and more interested
    in them, in what they wanted and what they offered.

    She couldn't take her eyes off the screen that first time.

    Tense with excitement and the fear of being found out, she trembled as the two
    lovers began kissing and caressing. She practically held her breath once they
    started to remove their clothes. She had never seen muscles like the rippling
    row of glistening power the man had beneath his shirt, and her body tingled as
    the woman's hands and lips cascaded over them. She could feel her nipples
    getting hard beneath her clothes, and her face flushed with embarrassment. She
    was alone, the house was empty, and still the feeling of doing something wrong
    held her in its grip. It gripped and excited her all the same.

    Entranced by the passion on display, Rachel realized she

    audibly gasped when the man on the screen tore open the woman's shirt with one
    forceful movement. The woman wasn't wearing a bra, and the click-clacking of
    exploding buttons heralded the reveal of two considerable breasts. They were
    full and beautiful, but Rachel knew hers were much bigger. Still, she couldn't
    take her eyes off them, especially when the man took them into his strong
    hands. The woman sighed in pleasure. Rachel was transfixed, no man had ever
    touched her like that, and now the desire to change that was firmly rooted in
    her mind. Then came the lips.

    When the man on the screen took his partner's nipple into

    his mouth, Rachel felt a buzz as if it were her nipple he was sucking. Transfixed
    as she was, she barely registered her hands moving up to her breasts and
    beginning to knead them through the thin fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing.
    It was electric, and it was the hottest thing Rachel had ever seen, at least
    until the man began to kiss his way down her body. He removed the rest of her
    clothes in a whirlwind, and soon his face landed between her taut legs.

    Rachel gasped, and as she watched this man pleasure the

    woman with his mouth, her hands drifted down into the front of her shorts. She
    was soaking wet, and buzzing. Her fingers slipped between her flushed lips, and
    her body erupted in sensation. Pretty soon she was lost in the feeling of her
    own body, eyes closed dreamily, caught in the soft clouds of moaning coming
    from her computer screen. The tension inside her was rising, careening toward a
    boiling point, and when her eyes opened, a shudder ran through her. The couple
    on the screen had shifted, and now the woman was on her knees in front of her
    lover, looking longingly up at him as her fingers danced around the length of a
    very large, very strong-looking, Very hard cock.

    Rachel couldn't look away. She had never seen a penis in her

    life, and here, on the screen before here, was quite a specimen. She was taken
    aback by the size, but even more so the passion and excitement with which the
    woman was touching it. Her hands ran up and down its thick length, making it
    flare even more with each downward stroke, eliciting deep moans of pleasure
    from them both. Rachel was practically writhing in her seat, lingering so close
    to the edge, entranced by the woman working the thick cock. Then the woman
    leaned forward and took the fat head into her mouth.

    Rachel moaned loudly, clamping a hand hard over her mouth in

    embarrassment. Still, she couldn't take her eyes on the forbidden expression of
    passion she was watching. She hadn't even considered putting her mouth on a
    penis, as an option. And now here she was watching it being done, and finding
    it highly erotic and sexy. When they changed positions again, and Rachel saw
    the ecstasy on the woman's face as the man slid himself inside her cunt, it was
    all she could take. Her eyes clamped shut suddenly, she bit down on her finger
    to try and keep quiet, and her body exploded in orgasm.

    Coming down, she watched the two in a languid, post-orgasmic

    daze. The way their bodies moved together was intoxicating, and elicited a deep
    want and jealousy inside Rachel. She wished it was her getting to experience
    that thick, fabulous cock. She was lost in the moment when suddenly the man's
    breath began to shorten and wheeze, and he backed off enough so that his
    partner could quickly drop to her knees in front of him once again. The camera
    pushed in close on just the straining tip and the woman's sliding, stroking hands,
    and with a final, loud howl, the man shuddered, and thick white ropes began
    leaping and pulsing out of the tip of his cock and splash across the woman's
    face and into her open mouth.

    Rachel wasn't expecting this. She hadn't even considered it.

    She stared for a moment, then quickly shut the video off, sitting for a moment
    with what she just witnessed. It was jarring, it was disgusting and dirty, but
    at the same time; she couldn't stop thinking about it.

    Putting the ending out of her mind, she reveled wistfully in

    the experience of watching the two lovers. But porn was bad, wasn't it? She had
    been told her whole life to watch out for it, to avoid it. But it was just the
    one time, out of curiosity, she didn't "watch porn," that wouldn't be
    right. And so she told herself that would be the only time, and it was. At
    least until the next time. And the time after that. And the time after that.

    Rachel had been developing strong desires, desires that she

    was trying to control, but sometimes would find their way to the surface. One
    such instance happened during an all-night youth group event where all the
    teenagers locked themselves inside the church to watch movies and play board
    games all night. Rachel had had a long standing crush on this one fellow member
    named Devon, and seeing as they both were graduating high school soon, that
    night would might be the last time they'd realistically see each other. So,
    deep in the early morning hours, Rachel and Devon found themselves hidden away
    from the tired eyes of the other teens, and there, in the dark corner of the
    church stairwell, Rachel had her first kiss. It was nice. It was clumsy, but
    Rachel didn't care. To her it was electricity coursing through her body. She
    was excited. She was giddy. She was more turned on than she'd ever been in her
    life.

    Breaking from the kiss, Rachel took a moment to compose

    herself. When she refocused her attention on Devon, she realized he was looking
    down at her chest. As it was a sleepover, Rachel had on a long sleeping shirt,
    one which had pulled tight against her mammoth chest thanks to the position
    they shared on the stairs. She looked down and saw what the young boy was
    transfixed on: her nipples were like two tiny diamonds atop her impressive
    globes, pushing hard and prominent against the thin fabric that covered them.

    Rachel smiled. Her brain was awash with pleasure chemicals,

    hormones dialed to eleven for this first romantic experience, and before she
    knew what she was saying, the words tumbled out of her mouth. "You can
    touch them if you want."

    Caught completely off guard at being caught in his ogling,

    Devon sputtered, coughed, and quickly exited the scenario and the stairwell,
    leaving Rachel alone, aroused, and embarrassed.

    Making her way back to the group, it wasn't long before the first

    of the others snuck over to her and gleefully whispered, "You and Devon
    kissed?" Still raw from the embarrassment, Rachel denied it, saying she
    would never do something like that. And from that point on, as far as any of
    them knew, she kept true to her word.

    But luckily for Rachel and her hormones, her church life and

    her high school life were two completely different worlds, with absolutely zero
    overlap. At church she was the perfect princess, living her life as pure and as
    chaste as possible, under the watchful eye of her mother and God, but at school
    she could be whoever she wanted. At school she had options.

    Her first opportunity for something real came at a party at

    a friend's house. The friend's cousin was in town, and Rachel thought he was
    exceptionally cute. Lying to her mother about where she was going, Rachel was
    excited as she dressed, taking care to purposefully show off her deep cleavage
    and considerable assets for the first time in her life. She looked good, she
    knew it, and when she got to the party, her suspicions were confirmed. All eyes
    were on her as she walked in, and the boys all flocked to her side shortly
    thereafter.

    It didn't take her long to get what she was after, and soon

    enough she found herself in a quiet bedroom with her friend's cousin, making
    out. It was a breathy, zesty affair that started out innocently enough, with
    touching in very chaste places. But when the boy decided to test his limits and
    made the first move to touch her breasts, Rachel felt her whole body flush. For
    the first time a man was touching her enormous breasts, and it felt absolutely
    wonderful. She wanted more.

    "Do you want to see them?" she said breathlessly.

    All the boy could do was nod. Rachel had picked a top that showed a lot of
    cleavage, but that didn't translate into the easiest removal, and after some
    pulling and shuffling she finally spilled out over the top and into the cool
    night air. She made a mental note to remember something easier access for the
    next time.

    The boy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and before she could

    even give him the go ahead, his hands were on them again, kneading and
    squeezing. Rachel lost her breath at the sudden explosion of feeling, and her
    eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensations. The boy's lips cascaded over
    her neck as he worked her big, sensitive tits, and Rachel's hands slipped down
    over his body, taking in the feeling of her first man. He was tight, powerful,
    and vigorous. Her hand stopped suddenly when it made its way between his legs,
    and underneath the fabric of his jeans she felt, for the very first time, what
    she immediately recognized as his cock. His Hard cock.

    To say she was excited would be an understatement, and she

    could barely control herself. She squeezed and rubbed the hard rod beneath the
    boy's pants, doing everything she could to get a sense of its size. Between the
    hands squeezing her breasts, and her hands squeezing his cock, Rachel was
    totally lost in the moment, so much that she didn't even register when his body
    stiffened and he pulled her tight to him. She heard him groan and gasp against
    the flesh of her chest, and then immediately she knew what had happened. He had
    cum in his pants.

    There was a moment of silent recognition, and then suddenly

    the boy was off of her. Some awkward words passed between them, and just as
    quickly he was gone from the room leaving Rachel alone, breasts still out,
    horny and unsatisfied. She'd take care of herself later that night, thinking
    about nothing but the feel of the hard cock that had been in her hand.

    Her next opportunity would come a couple weeks later at

    another party, this time with a kid from her physics class. Rachel had quite a
    crush, and had many times thought about him while she touched herself. They had
    never really spoken, but that night at the party, with alcohol enough for all
    and her tits on display once again, she found her courage and soon the two
    ended up alone. This time, when she felt what was between the boy's legs, she
    quickly made her way into his pants - she was desperate to avoid the disaster
    of the last time. The boy didn't stop her, and soon Rachel's eyes were
    transfixed to the fleshy tower sticking out from the folds of fabric, she was
    finally face to face with her first cock.

    She was excited, she was nervous, but most of all she couldn't

    wait to get her hands on it, just like the woman in the video. It wasn't nearly
    as impressive as the cock in the videos, but it was a cock, and she was going
    to touch it. Once her fingers found their way to the hot skin, she began to
    slowly stroke, doing her best to find her way down this untraveled path. The
    boy moaned, indicating she was doing things right. It was a delicious feeling.

    Rachel's body was buzzing as she played with the boy's cock.

    Her nipples were like ice, her pussy was drenched, and her focus was so fully
    turned to the stiff, fleshy member in her hands that she didn't even realize
    she began to rhythmically squeeze her own thighs together. Each squeeze gently
    stimulated her throbbing clit, and sent small bolts of pleasure rushing through
    her. She was feeling good, she was feeling sexy, and so it was quite a surprise
    when she finally looked back up at the boy and realized he had completely
    fallen asleep.

    Frustrated and disappointed once again, Rachel sighed, did

    up the boy's pants, and went back to the party, letting him sleep it off. Her
    mood definitely soured a bit for the rest of the evening, but that didn't stop
    her from bringing herself to a raucous climax when she got home, images and
    sensations of that hard cock in her hands racing through her mind as she came.

    So far high school boys had been a big bust, and her senior

    prom was fast approaching. She needed a date who was a sure thing, but she
    wasn't certain she trusted anyone enough to really let loose with. Then she
    remembered Tim. Tim was a friend of hers from the youth group at the Other
    church she went to, and even though it would be breaking the rule she had made,
    taking a boy from church to the prom would quell any suspicions from her
    mother, what could possibly happen if her daughter's date was a nice boy from
    church?

    Well, her mother might be a little more hesitant if she had

    seen what kind of conversations Tim and Rachel had at night over the internet.
    Maybe it was the fact that she didn't go to that church all the time, thus she
    didn't see him all the time, or maybe it had something to do with the backrub
    he gave her that time on the church camping trip. Tim was cute, to be sure, and
    the backrubs he gave were excellent. They became a repeat occurrence, when the
    opportunity presented itself, but that camping trip had been special. There at
    night, near a dying fire, they got very comfortable with each other. She leaned
    close into his body as he touched her, beginning to wonder what it would feel
    like if he touched her in other places. She didn't even realize she had let out
    a small moan. They were isolated, both clearly turned on, and so Rachel leaned
    into it. She touched his thigh, and arched her back into the boy, sending her
    considerable breasts up into the night air.

    This proved to be too much for Tim, and as he tensed up,

    grunted, and then quickly removed himself from the situation and said
    goodnight, she knew exactly what had happened. He had cum in his pants. She
    wasn't sure how to interpret that at first, but back in her tent, lying quietly
    next to her sleeping tent-mate, she thought about it. Despite the embarrassment
    on his end, to her, the fact that her body made him cum in his pants was quite
    the compliment. And the whole incident had made her extremely wet. Her fingers
    slipped slowly into her shorts as she relived the event in her mind, and there
    in the quiet of the night she silently worked herself to a breathless orgasm.

    Since that night she and Tim remained in a flirty-yet-chaste

    relationship, but she knew to get what she wanted she was going to need to step
    it up to the next level. Looking at herself in the mirror, she took stock of
    her body. She knew how impressive her breasts were, they were bigger than any
    other woman she had ever seen. Even bigger than a lot of the women she had seen
    in porn, too. She also knew what men wanted. And so after a conversation with
    Tim that had extended long into the early hours of the morning, she made her
    move, sending Tim some innocent, yet extremely suggestive photos under the guise
    of needing his fashion advice. It turned her on, knowing why she was taking the
    provocative photos, and her nipples reacted accordingly.

    By the end of that evening, Rachel had her prom date.

    The prom itself was fun

    56 min
  • Poor Kaity
    Poor Kaity
    The world's most awkward school girl.

    Based on

    a post by NiceDayReboot. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



    Kaitlyn was

    a charity case, and I knew it. Of course, I always held a sense of guilt about
    that knowledge because I had to keep her from figuring it out. Oddly, for how
    often I'd acted as a surrogate older brother to her, she was a year older than
    me at nineteen. She'd been held back at least once to my knowledge, making her
    a junior when I was enrolling in college full time. Kaity was a bit distraught
    at the thought of me moving on and leaving her to fend for herself in her
    remaining two (given her track record, possibly more) years of high school.

    I should

    probably point out that this wasn't her fault. She had some kind of condition
    that left her both a little slow on the uptake, and bafflingly naive when it
    came to social situations. I would have assumed Asperger’s or something,
    but she wasn't actively antisocial. Far from it, she actively threw herself at
    people with a witless enthusiasm that generally drove anyone with a sense of
    self-preservation away. Add to that a conservative, very religious upbringing
    and a complete inability to detect sarcasm, and it became quite clear how she'd
    made it this far without friends to speak of, to say nothing of a boyfriend.
    The few friends she did have were the type of socially unconscious girlfriends
    you'd pick up through Sunday school, with the Christian charity to befriend the
    poor dear and self-righteous enough to be persona non grata in any of the
    popular social circles. For all the effort she had put into acquiring a
    boyfriend, she couldn't seem to think of a use for one aside from holding hands
    and filling in the required space on a well-adjusted high school student's
    checklist. The few boys new and ignorant enough to accept her attentions
    generally called it off after an awkward day or so, going on to insist that it
    had never happened should anyone bring it up in the future.

    Which left

    me. When I came to high school as a sophomore, transferring in from another
    school, I'd also been met with her amorous attentions within a week of my
    arrival. Unlike most of her usual victims, I had the foresight to turn her
    down. However, I'd used the "Let's just be friends" approach I'd
    found effective at warding off unwanted advances in the past, citing that I
    didn't know her well enough to date her. Kaitlyn took that literally, to the
    point where I was abruptly transferred from potential token boyfriend to Best
    Friend Ever without much say in the matter on my part.

    Now I might

    be genuinely antisocial. I don't hate people, per se. I just often find better
    things to do with my time. So it was no small amount of trepidation that I
    faced her daily enthusiastic greetings, surprise hugs and torrential reports on
    anything that might have happened to her in the space of her attention span,
    which was mercifully brief. I have to admit it was a bit embarrassing to be
    greeted every day by my name squealed at the top of her lungs, usually
    accompanied by a cheerfully spastic wave and an intense hug whenever she got
    within range. But I wasn't trying to impress anybody, so I endured it with as
    much friendliness as I could muster. Besides, she did squish pleasantly against
    my chest whenever she hugged me, a pleasure somewhat mitigated by a habit of
    forgetting to wear deodorant at least twice a week. Still, I often had to
    dispense chaste "side-hugs" lest certain anatomical reactions betray
    exactly how I enjoyed them.

    My own

    peculiar scholastic situation meant I only saw her at most twice a week,
    spending the rest of the time in advanced or college level courses, to which I
    was consigned despite my relative antipathy to studying. I may be a smartass,
    but I never put much work into it. I owed most of my advancement to parents who
    were constantly jockeying to have their "genius son" skip grades,
    take advanced courses and whatever legal or illegal means would put me further
    ahead of my peers. Despite that, it became pretty clear to me that I was
    probably Kaity's only real friend. She never seemed to notice, but most people
    went out of her way to avoid her. I couldn't really blame them either, I just
    happened to be more susceptible to guilt than most, and letting her putter away
    in all the wrong directions was easier than possibly hurting her feelings by
    telling her how to fix herself. In hindsight, she may have been aware of the
    situation to some degree, but I don't think her position really dawned on her
    until her nineteenth birthday.

    She invited

    me, of course. She must have ended up inviting half the damn school. I was
    wondering how she was going to cram all of these people into her house, let
    alone feed them. It was supposed to be a pizza and pool party in her backyard
    and she was expecting twenty or thirty people. So, when I rattled up her
    driveway in my battered Mazda, I was a bit confused by the utter lack of
    people. The confusion slowly turned to horror as I figured out what was going
    on. It became pretty obvious as I let myself in that I wasn't just the first to
    arrive: I was the only one to arrive. Kaity perched forlornly on a bar stool in
    front of a counter laden with full pizza boxes, cake and assorted party snacks,
    none of which had been touched. Her mother busied herself non-nonchalantly
    about the kitchen, apparently unwilling to risk disturbing her daughter more
    when she was obviously upset. I caught sight of her younger brother gazing
    longingly at the food, wondering if it was ok to begin eating with no party
    guests in sight. At the risk of embroiling myself in what was obviously an
    awkward situation, I spoke up.

    "Hey

    Kaity! Sorry I'm late. Where's the party?" She perked up a bit as I
    announced myself, and I caught a grateful glance from her mother as I tried to
    salvage the occasion.

    "No one

    is coming." She let a bit of her melancholy show through her happiness at
    seeing me, "My friends all had more important things to do than come to my
    birthday,"

    My eyebrows

    rose involuntarily at hearing Kaity of all people resort to sarcasm.
    "Well," I retorted, "To hell with them then. I know I'm worth
    ten or twenty of them on a good day, so why not have a party of our own?"
    I punctuated my declaration by leaning down and lifting her unruly dark hair
    out of her eyes, giving her my best devil-may-care grin.

    She

    responded about at well as I could have hoped, giving me a hopeful smile
    through tear-reddened eyes. "Okay."

    Her mother

    took advantage of the distraction immediately, shooting me another thankful
    glance as she took charge, "Let's just have dinner then, we can go out
    back later, maybe break out a movie or something once it gets dark out."

    Despite the

    poor turnout, I felt like I'd managed to bring enough life back into her for
    the family to pick things up. We gathered round the pizza for her mom to say
    grace. We talked more than ate, for once I felt like an actual friend, and a
    bit more human than I'd felt in a while, struggling to help my naïve little
    friend through the realization that most people didn't really want to be around
    her when it really came down to it. Still, I made sure she had a good enough
    time. Even her mother seemed to be in a rare good mood as she snagged some
    pizza for herself. He little brother was in hog heaven, going to town on the
    overabundant food like a starving man, which should have been a warning sign
    that the disasters weren't over.

    Not content

    with going into a food coma like any sensible child, the little bastard decided
    he wasn't feeling well and promptly threw up down my back. I was disgusted and
    a bit outraged, feeling hot bile soaking into my clothes and listening to the
    middle-schooler hacking up a storm. I might have felt a little sorry for him
    had I noticed how red he was getting while I politely excused myself to change
    into the swimming trunks I'd brought with me.

    While I was

    skinning out of my slimed clothes and tossing them into the family washing
    machine, I caught some frantic raised voices and the slamming of the front
    door. A few minutes later, a soft tapping at the laundry-room door prompted me
    to finish pulling on my trunks and call out, "I'm decent."

    I had my

    back to the door, bent over the washer when Kaity walked in talking quickly,
    "Mom's taking Kyle to the emergency room. She said it's ok if we used the
    pool while she's gone."

    Running over

    that little non-sequitur, I choked out a surprised, "Wait, the Emergency
    Room, why..." before I turned around and abruptly lost all will to
    continue. Kaity was standing framed in the door, somewhat dopey smile still
    showing on her face, in what had to be the smallest bikini in the county. In
    her habitually loose clothing, I'd always assumed she was a little pudgy, but
    her current attire was busy banishing such notions, as well as most rational
    thought, from my mind. Strips of white fabric with black polka dots did a rather
    poor job of covering curvy pale flesh, and I swore I could hear the strings of
    her top humming with tension as they tried to restrain the snow-white balcony
    which dominated the landscape, and certainly made a fair bid for my attention.
    The sudden ringing in my ears drowned out whatever she had to say, forcing me
    to stammer out, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

    "Oh, I

    said he had an allergic reaction to the tomatoes. We got him a special pizza
    without them, but he ate the wrong one." She answered, oblivious to the
    effect she was having on me.

    "Right."

    I responded curtly, more like he'd eaten that one and then kept going. "Is
    he going to be ok?"

    "Mom

    got him his epi-pen in time, but he's probably going to have to spend the night
    in the hospital again. It's happened before, so he'll probably be fine."
    She sounded like she was reassuring me for some reason. "So, you want to
    go swim?"

    For some

    reason cold water sounded like a great idea just then. "Sure." I
    responded, regaining some clarity. As long as I just kept looking at her eyes; she
    turned around and I lost lock, my eyes dropping lower. I could see the presence
    of some baby fat clinging to her belly, but those honestly impressive tits and
    rolling hips served to even her out into an hourglass anyway. She was by no
    means supermodel thin, but the figure she cut in that bikini was favorable
    regardless. A fact that my mind only confirmed as I watched her stride dragging
    her bikini bottom between her ass cheeks, revealing more beautifully rounded
    pale ass cheek with every step. I barely made it halfway down the hall when the
    evacuation of blood from my brain was answered by a swelling elsewhere. My
    rising cock twitched, tenting the fabric of my swim trunks too obviously for me
    to play off. I fought off a little irrational panic as I tried to free it by
    tugging at my waistband. No such luck. Please don't turn around I, thought
    futilely in Kaitlyn's direction.

    Telepathy

    not being the most reliable of methods, she chose just that moment to look back
    at me with that silly fucking grin. She stopped walking when she saw my
    mortified expression, then saw the reason why I looked so embarrassed, her
    hands flying up to cover her mouth as she gasped and turned the rest of the way
    around.

    We both

    stood at a loss for words as the awkward pause grew and my face only got more
    red. Then again, so did hers.

    "Chris;

    " She broke the silence hesitantly, "Is that your; your; penis?"
    She almost whispered that last word fearfully, and I felt the irrational urge
    to face palm.

    "Yes."

    I said dumbly. "Look, can we sit down for a moment? This is really
    awkward."

    "Uh,

    sure." She very distractedly led me into the closest room, which happened
    to be her bedroom, a fact which only heightened my discomfort, although I
    didn't want to explain to her why. She sat down on the bed, and I couldn't find
    any other place to sit, so I sat on the bed a few feet from her.

    By this

    time, my erection had decided to tangle itself in the netting of my trunks and,
    despite the embarrassment it was causing, showed no signs of backing down.
    Especially with Kaitlyn sitting so close and staring at it so fixedly. I tried
    to fix it as subtly as I could, given the circumstances, but the stupid netting
    only conspired to pinch the head, making me wince involuntarily.

    "Does

    it hurt?" she asked, and I abruptly wondered if she was doing this on
    purpose. I managed to mutter an apology.

    "Sorry,

    it's like this being a guy. Sometimes you see someone; something and it's kinda
    got a mind of its own."

    "So; I

    did that?" She asked with some amazement, once again leading me to believe
    she was fucking with me.

    "Yeah,

    I mean, sorry. I don't think of you like that or anything, it’s just
    you're very attractive and..."

    She cut me

    off, this time she was blushing, "I'm attractive?" She seemed genuinely
    surprised that I'd admitted it.

    Taking a

    refuge in audacity, I responded, "Well yeah, when you come around wearing
    that, and with the way it shows your body and stuff." Honestly this couldn't
    get any more awkward if;

    "Can, I

    see it?" she whispered, bringing my train of thought to a screeching halt.
    I stared at her mutely for a long moment, before some impulse in my brain
    pushed me over the edge. I slid my shorts down around my ankles, freeing my
    cock and letting it stand free and in plain sight. I looked at Kaity to see her
    go furiously red, bite her lower lip and unconsciously cross her legs.

    "Kaity?"

    I asked, worried I'd gone too far, reaching over to touch her shoulder. She
    twitched in reaction before tearing her eyes away from my erection.

    "Looking

    at me gave you that?" She said in a tone of disbelief. I was about three
    seconds from calling bullshit. There was no way she was that naïve.

    "Kaitlyn;

    you're a virgin?" She nodded slowly, looking me in the eye. "But you
    at least had sex ed, right? Right?"

    "No.

    Mom called the school when she heard it was happening and got me excused."

    Oh. My.

    Fucking. God. "Oh, Kaity. So you've never seen a; man naked before?"
    Her face answered the question for me, and I noticed her hands clutched
    white-knuckled behind her back. "Would you like to touch it?" She
    looked at me like a dear in the headlights, a mixture of shock and guilt in her
    eyes before she looked back down and extended a hand gingerly towards my groin.
    Cool knuckles grazed the curve of my shaft before she pulled her hand back as
    if it had been burned.

    I gave her

    my best patient smile, becoming less embarrassed for me and more for her by the
    second. "Here." I took her hand and guided it back to my cock,
    wrapping her fingers around my girth and feeling myself shiver at the soft
    touch. I looked back at her, "Have you never masturbated before?"

    She seemed

    too distracted by the feel of my warmth in the palm of her hand to be taken
    aback by the question. "No, I; it doesn't feel right!"

    Once again I

    felt something like pity for the poor repressed girl. I edged closer until our
    thighs were together, forcing her to straighten up to keep her hand on my cock,
    which she did without thinking.

    Fair's fair,

    I wrapped an arm around her to cup a tit through the bikini. "Here, let me
    show you."

    It was her

    turn to shiver as I stroked her through the soft fabric, when she didn't
    protest, I made sure my other hand found a tit and softly squeezed.
    "Stroke my cock a little, Kaity."

    She blushed

    at the profanity, but her hand started to gently rub my shaft and she
    stammered, "Like, this?"

    In answer, I

    leaned in and kissed her, my lips leaving hers after only a moment to trail
    down her jawline before finding the sweet spot behind her ear. A nibble here, a
    lick there, and I was rewarded by feeling her breathing increase. Her arousal
    manifested in other ways too, as my hands found her nipples beginning to show
    through her bikini. I caught one and rolled it between my fingers, and her
    breath caught in her throat.

    I let my

    other hand fall to her lap, only to find myself denied access by her
    reflexively crossed legs. "Kaity." I prompted into her ear as my hand
    wormed itself between her thighs to stroke her through the fabric. I could
    instantly feel the profile of her swelling clit through the cloth, and I
    massaged it gently.

    Kaitlyn was

    still somewhat hesitant in her attentions towards my cock, although it hadn't
    stopped swelling the entire time. By now I was almost painfully erect, and
    there was no way her hesitant fingers were going to ease that, no matter how
    welcome they were.

    I disengaged

    myself from Kaitlyn smoothly, and she opened her pleasure numbed eyes in
    chagrin as I stopped stroking her. I just smiled mischievously, "Lie back
    and open your legs." I commanded. She inhaled sharply, looking a little
    worried.

    "But,"

    I cut her off before she could say another word, "Don't worry, just lie
    back." I eased her gently down, letting my mouth trail down her body as
    she went, latching onto one of her nipples and sucking on it through the
    fabric, enjoying the way her arching back drove her down faster.

    I

    reluctantly released her tit and turned my attentions towards the joining of
    her legs, where her tightly closed thighs still denied me access. What was the
    old saying? Persuasion is better than force? I kissed her belly button before
    driving my mouth eagerly towards her locked thighs, forcing my tongue between
    them to feel the swelling of her pussy lips through the polyester. When my lips
    found the soft protrusion of her clitoris and latched on like a suckling baby,
    Kaity let out an explosive gasp and her legs parted involuntarily. I lifted up
    her ass to position myself better, getting my head between her legs before I
    began to feast on her slit in earnest. Even through the fabric I could feel
    both my saliva and her w

    30 min
  • Faith: First Times
    A Good Girl Discovers Sensuality.

    By Fredly - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

    At last, Faith went to sleep Thursday night. In the early morning she awoke confused by the happening and sights of the night before. She was not sure if she had really seen her classmates, Christine and Jim; together in that alley, or had just dreamed the whole episode. As she became more awake, she began to remember making herself come and recalled the dreams that she had during the night. She recalled that most of her dreams had included an enormous erect penis floating in the air and attempting to enter pinhole size openings.

    Faith shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the visions.  The visions of the sexual activity continued to dance in her head, so she quietly got out of bed and took her shower. The hot water felt good as it cascaded down her body. The water created feelings in her similar to the feeling of the night before. As the feelings spread, she began to stroke her breasts and imagine what it would feel like if Steve, her boyfriend was caressing her

    .

    Her thoughts of him served to increase the excitement. She dropped a hand down to her mound and began to stroke her pussy. Faith quickly found her clit and rubbed herself furiously. The waves of pleasure quickly hit, and she found it difficult to remain standing. She quickly finished her shower and dressed for school.

    The small college was bustling by the time she arrived. It was a big day for the students. The rival college’s basketball team was coming into town that night for the annual showdown. When She walked down the hallway toward her first class, she thought about the past twenty-four hours. The thought of her actions in the shower that morning made her smile mischievously.

    She stopped to open the classroom door when someone grabbed her from behind. She knew that it had to be Steve. No one else would dare to sneak up behind her like that.

    "Good morning, Beautiful!" he beamed as he spun her around.

    She reached up and gave him a quick kiss and said, "Morning Handsome."

    They made some small talk about the game as she waited to go into class. Faith opened the door, and the couple went into her first class. When they reached her seat, he gave her a small kiss and turned to walk away.

    "See you at Lunch," he called over his shoulder as he hurried toward his class. That night their date started at the game, where she cheered.

    French Friday

    They spent the first few hours of the date in their usual fashion. They had gone to the game then and stopped by the local fast-food joint for a bite and a little conversation with the rest of the gang.

    Throughout the game and dinner, Faith continued to have flashbacks of the scene she saw the night before. She hoped that no one would ask her about the game because she was so distracted that she didn't think she could even recall the score.

    After leaving the restaurant, Steve suggested that they take a drive. The two of them often drove around town, talking to their friends as they cruised up and down the main street of town. Instead of the normal drive, he turned the car out of town. She was still distracted and didn't mind driving in the county. He drove around for a few minutes trying to make small talk. When she finally glanced outside and noticed that they were driving down a deserted road. Up ahead there was a small grove of trees. Steve turned the car into the grove and stopped.

    He put his arm around her and pulled her close. She scooted over and sat next to him and relaxed in the comfort of his arm. He stroked her face with his hand and talked about school, their relationship, and other small talk. She enjoyed hearing his voice and the feel of his hand on her face.

    He bent down and kissed her. She felt nervous since they had never really spent any time alone in the car like this, but she was confident that she could stop him from doing anything that she didn't want. As he continued to kiss her, she began to get the same feeling between her legs that she had experienced in the alley. He was gently rubbing her back and shoulder and slowly moved his hand down to the front of her blouse.

    She knew she should stop him, but his caresses felt too good. As long as he didn't try anything else, she decided not to remove his hand. He continued to kiss her and stroke her breast. Faith could feel her nipples harden with each caress and knew that he could feel her nipple as it pressed into his hand.

    She wondered what it would be like to have his hand inside her blouse. She tried to put that curiosity out of her mind because she had been told that good girls didn’t let a date do that. He moved his hand. At first, she felt a sense of loss and wanted him to put his hand back. Suddenly, she began to panic as Steve began to unbutton her blouse.

    "Steve, please don't! I can't let you!" she pleaded. He hesitated but continued to move his hand down her blouse, undoing the buttons.

    "Please Faith? I won't hurt you, we have been going out for so long! The other guys tell me that their girlfriends don't mind!" As he spoke, he stopped undoing the buttons and placed his hand on her bra.

    She sharply caught her breath. His hand felt so good. She knew that his hand wasn't going to harm anything if he just left it outside her bra. He began to caress both breasts through her bra as he kissed her deeply.

    As he kissed her, he slowly touched his tongue to her lips. As his tongue touched her, she opened her mouth and let his tongue run across her teeth and into her mouth. She had never French kissed anyone before, but enjoyed the feel of his tongue as it pushed into her mouth. She began to play with his tongue with hers and sucked on his tongue as it snaked in and out across her lips. Gawd, she loved this!

    He took his mouth off of hers and began to kiss down her neck. She shivered and felt as if she was floating in his arms. He continued to kiss down her neck until he reached her collarbone. She knew that he would stop soon, and they would go home. However, Steve continued to kiss along her collarbone, slowly pushing her blouse off of her shoulder.

    "God, you look beautiful!" he exclaimed as he lifted his head and stared at her bra. "Please, let me look at you?"

    She looked into his eyes and felt the same excitement that she had felt in the alley. "It's ok Steve, I’m nervous and a little scared.  But if you really think that I am beautiful, I don’t mind.”

    "God, yes! Can I kiss you here?" he asked as he grasped her breast through her bra.

    "Please Steve, don't ask! I think that we should go! I want you to, but I just can't. Please don't ask!" As she spoke, she looked down and could see his hand on her bra now that her blouse had been pushed off her shoulder. She remembered Christine begging to be touched and wanted some of that for herself.  She watched him reach into her bra and begin to pinch and stroke her nipple.

    "Oh, Steve! That feels so good," she exclaimed as she pressed her chest into his hand. She couldn't believe that those words had come out of her mouth. She thought quickly about Jim and Christine and knew that it would feel so much better if her bra was not in the way. "Oh, Steve! Don't stop," she moaned.

    She felt him moving his hand behind her back and fumbling with the catch on her bra. She subtly leaned forward to help. She wanted him to continue but didn’t want him to know how she felt. Just when she thought that she would either have to stop him or help him, she felt the catch give way. Her bra came loose, and he placed both hands on her full breasts.

    "God! What nice tits!" he said.

    "Please Steve, don't talk like that! It sounds so vulgar!"

    Steve just blew it and made her feel cheap. "But babe, they are just beautiful! I can't help it!" he croaked. She was beaming again. His words boosted her fragile confidence in her own sexuality. He was out of the doghouse almost immediately.

    She felt him fumbling to remove her blouse and bra and leaned into him, trying to help without showing her eagerness. Faith knew she should stop him, but she just couldn't. It felt too good. She felt herself being pushed back so that she was lying on the seat. Steve placed himself on top of her and kissed her nipples.

    She arched her back so that she could press more of her breast into his mouth. "Yes! That feels so good! Don't stop! Kiss the other!"

    Steve sucked her tits and she could feel the hardness between his legs as it pressed against her. Without any conscious effort, their hips began to move together. He ran his hand down her side and moved his hand in between their bodies. He pressed his hand against the front of her jeans. It felt so good, she wished it could go on forever.

    Faith felt his fingers move as they attempted to unbutton her pants. She could almost hear her parents' lectures and the shame she had been taught.   She panicked and pushed him off of her. She knew that he could not continue, but why?  She was so confused and frustrated that she felt like crying.

    Frantically she pushed him away. "Stop that! You know that I am not that kind of girl! I just can't let you go any further."  Faith’s parents’ lectures spilled out of her mouth.

    "Come on babe, stop teasing me! You can't just tease me and leave me like this! I’m so hard that I think I’ll burst! You just have to do something!" he begged. "Here, look for yourself!" he pled as he unzipped his pants.

    She could see his straining cock as it poked through his white underwear. "Stop it, Steve! Put it back in your pants! You’re being disgusting!"

    Faith turned to look away. As she turned, she took one more look at the object sticking out of his pants.  She really wanted to look but the pressure was too much.  She sucked in a breath as she froze in her internal conflict.

    "Come on Faith! Look at it! I know you want to! Here, I'll take it out so you can see it!" As he spoke to her, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and watched as he pulled his cock from his pants. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward him. "That's it! Look at it real closely," he encouraged.

    The tone of his voice and hands on her shoulder broke her trance.  She knew she wanted to and used his encouragement to make her decision.  She looked at his cock.  She couldn't take her eyes off his cock as it stood there hard and poking out of his pants. The erect phallus has a magical capacity to draw out a woman’s curiosity.

    "Can I touch it?" she asked as she committed to her desires. It was confusing, on one hand, she couldn’t believe that she has said those words and on the other, she really wanted to feel his cock.

    "That would be great!" he moaned. "I need some relief!"

    Oh, how she wanted his needs met.

    She slowly placed her hand on his cock. She could feel his cock pulse and twitch as she touched it.  Steve jumped and moaned as her hand came into contact with his cock.  It was so hot and firm. She loved the feel of it in her hand. She continued to rest her hand on his cock and Steve sucked in his breath.

    "Do you like my hand on you?" she purred. She instantly realized the control that she had over him when she held his cock.  She felt her pussy tighten with pleasure as she experienced this power.

    "That's good. Just run your hand around it and move your hand up and down!" he moaned.  She slowly circled her hand around the pulsing cock and explored the sensation. She could feel the slippery liquid that had oozed out of the head of his cock. Faith spread the sticky fluid around his cock, then, wrapping her fingers around it as far as she could, she moved her hand up and down. He started breathing deeper and rocked his hips, sliding his cock up and down in her hand. "That's it, baby, keep it up! Your hand feels so good! Don't stop, you're going to make me come!" he begged her to continue. "Faith, this feels so good!"

    She felt his hips flexing faster and his cock grow hotter and bigger. "Do you like it, babe? Do you like my hand on your cock?" she asked. She knew his answer before he spoke. She was getting a thrill out of talking dirty. Where did that come from?

    "Come on baby! keep going! I am coming!" he shouted.

    She felt his cock get bigger and watched as the cock twitched and began spraying her hand with what she knew to be semen. Faith watched in amazement as the white fluid kept coming out of his cock. The car was filled with the earthy scent of his cum.  As his cum stopped shooting out of his cock, he slowly relaxed and grabbed her into a tight hug. "That was the best!" he said as he kissed her.

    Faith felt exhilarated at the pleasure she had given him. She grabbed some tissue from her purse to wipe up her hands and his glorious phallus.

    They got dressed in silence. As they dressed, she couldn’t help feeling a little hurt. She had given him what he wanted, but she remained frustrated. Why did she have to stop him? Why didn't she let him put his hand in her pants? Why didn’t she let him?

    They drove home and made small talk. It was the uncomfortable chit-chat that often occurred when they both wanted to talk about what had happened but neither one of them dared to start the conversation or admit their feeling.  She couldn’t concentrate on anything he was saying, and she was certain that he was rambling on about things he didn’t want to say, just to avoid the silence of the situation.  When they got home, he walked her to the door and kissed her good night.

    Faith went inside and went to her room. As she undressed, she could feel the wetness of her panties. Faith laid down and stroked herself to sleep.  She was so frustrated that she came very quickly and saw stars as she exploded. She awoke two hours later from a vivid dream of his erupting cock. She had to change her panties once again, and go beck to sleep.

    Saturday  night depths

    The next day was Saturday. Faith slept 'till noon. When she awoke and looked at her phone, she saw a message from Steve. He had called and wanted to see her that night. She knew she loved what had happened and she wanted more.  Would she get what she wanted tonight? How did she get what she wanted without being too eager?  Quickly, she picked up the phone and called him. They made plans to go to a movie and get something to eat.

    He arrived on time that evening to take her to the movie. She was excited and could tell that he was as excited as she was about the evening. They went to the movie, as usual, pretending that this was just a usual date.  After the movie, she got into his car.  He started the car and she heard him ask, "What do you want to do tonight?"

    She knew what she wanted but reluctantly she shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Whatever you want honey!"  She hoped he would read her mind and make the decision to go to the grove.

    They drove down the street and she could tell that he was thinking about the night before.  He was trying to play it cool and pretend to casually drive around town.  She was delighted that she was able to make him so happy. Steve nonchalantly drove out of town, nervously glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.  She knew he was hoping that she wouldn’t notice or object to where they were headed.  As they drove, they both knew where they were going. In a few minutes, they found themselves back at the deserted grove of trees.

    He quickly kissed her and removed her blouse, reached behind her, and unfastened her bra.  He let out a sigh of relief that she hadn't stopped him and began sucking on her tits. She squirmed in delight as he sucked at her nipples.

    "That's it hon! keep sucking! it feels so good!" she cooed. He stopped sucking after a few minutes and sat back. He tried to subtlety indicate what he wanted.  He raised his hips, trying to persuade her to touch him. She rolled her eye.  He wasn’t as clever as he thought he was.  She knew what he wanted and decided to play along with his “persuasion.” She reached down and unfastened his pants.

    "Good!" he said "That's it! take it out!" She reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. It felt so alive. She lifted his cock out of his underwear and she could already see the moisture collecting on the head. She began to stroke and explore his cock as he signed in relief.

    She decided that tonight, she didn't want to go home frustrated. She stopped her ministrations after a few minutes.

    "Don't stop now!" he begged.

    "How about sucking on my nipples some more?" she asked. He brought her face to his and kissed her.

    "Sure, I would love to!" he chuckled. They kissed and he pulled her so that she was laying across his lap, with her head leaning against the car door. She could feel his straining cock as it pressed into her back. He kissed her neck and worked his way toward her breasts. She sucked in her breath as he kissed and nuzzled her tits.

    "Yes! Yes, that's it!" she moaned.

    He had his left arm around her back, bracing her from the car door. As he kissed her tits, he reached his hand around and began stroking her left breast as he kissed and sucked at her right nipple. He stroked her stomach with his right hand. He cautiously moved his hand lower on her stomach until he reached the top of her jeans. She felt his hand move hesitantly under the waistband of her pants. He moved his hand back and forth along her stomach, just under the material of her jeans, building up confidence, then his hand crept lower and soon was squarely between her legs. She was ready for him this time.

    She longed to have him touch her the way she had seen Jim touching Christine.

    "Please don't tease me!" she whispered. "I need to feel your hand touching my skin."

    He smiled and undid the buttons on her jeans. Steve unbuttoned all the buttons and placed his hand on her panties. She sucked in her breath as he stroked her through the thin material.

    "Baby, that feels so good!" she purred. "Don't stop!" She was so wet and knew that he could feel the cloth of the panties getting damp as he rubbed her.

    He felt the hair that surrounded her mound and ran his finger down the crease in the center of her mound. She almost lifted her hips clear off of the seat as she felt his finger stroke her through her panties. She rocked her hips into his finger.  He then reached up higher and placed his hand inside the band of her panties.

    "Go on!" she encouraged him. He pushed his hand under her panties and down onto her pussy.  He explored her mound and ran his fingers through the patch of hair surrounding her cunt. He stroked her and felt her pussy lips opening and he could feel the moisture seeping out of her.

    "God, you're wet!" he said as he ran his hand down between the lips of her cunt and into her opening.

    "Yes! Yes, that's it, rub right there!" she begged. He felt her becoming slicker and opening up as he ran his hand along the slit into her pussy. She jumped as he touched her clit. "Rub harder, come on baby! make me come!"

    "Lift your hips so I can get your pants off!" he said as he rubbed her clit.

    “Stop talking and help me cum! You can feel enough already!" she groaned as she rubbed her hips back and forth on his finger.

    "It would be a lot nicer for you if I didn't have to fight with these damn pants!" he whispered as he continued to circle his finger on her clit, dipping a finger into her pussy.

    "You're doing great just as you are! Rub harder! I'm coming!" she cried "Uhn! Uhn! yea baby, more! Yes! yes! yes!" she screamed, and her body tightened as she rubbed herself against his finger. She continued to groan and writhe as she felt the waves of her orgasm.

    She started to relax, and she could feel the rock-hardness of his cock poking into her back. She turned to look at the bulge poking out of his pants and started to his cock. While laying in his lap, it was awkward to try and stroke his cock, so she hopped back to her side of the car and continued to explore his cock.

    "Yes, baby that's it! Do it like you did last night!" he moaned. She opened his pants farther and exposed more of his cock.  She teased his cock as he moaned in delight. "God, Faith that feels great! Put your hand around it and move your hand up and down!" She grabbed his cock and wrapped her hand around it.

    "Steve, it's so big! I can't get my hand around it!" she said, still surprised at the size. She knew what she

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  • Adam & Eve's First Time
    Adam & Eve's First Time
    Adam and Eve meet and mate in the Garden of Eden

    Based on a post by MrJack.

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    First Time.



    Readers:

    Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very
    sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in.
    This tale is an interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon &
    Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible'

    Alone was I, walking aimlessly through the green pastures

    and meadows, when upon a forested glen I did come. Seeing no harm in it, I
    entered the shadowy realm for a little exploratory expedition.

    Soon I realized I must be careful of the myriad array of briars

    and brambles which could rip and tear uncovered skin. I began thinking about
    how lucky animals were to have fur or hair for skin protection. The only furry
    hair covering I had on my body was on the top of my head and between my legs.

    I made up a word for my unclothed predicament. I called it

    'nudity'. Yep, I was as nude as the day the Creator made me! This is what I did
    for a living. I gave a name to 'things' which had no name before.

    Truth be told, one of the first things I named was the long,

    dangly appendage hanging down between my legs. The word 'cock' came to my mind
    and I decided to stay with it. I believe I came up with the name when I'd named
    the 'rooster'. Those horny cacklers wake up early in the morning and crow like
    hell! The cock between my legs was the same way. Early in the morning it did
    rise and the only way I'd discover to tame its demanding crowing was to pump it
    vigorously with my hand until it shot out a load of milky cream. A side benefit
    to this exercise was that it felt pretty damn good doing it!

    As I continued walking along, the trees, bushes, and briars

    thinned out and soon I found myself on the edge of a beautiful garden. I was
    awestruck by its magnificence and bounty. Right then and there, I decided to
    name the place 'Eden'.

    So amazed was I by the wonders of Eden, I didn't immediately

    hear the soothing, angelic singing coming from behind a tree. Finally, I heard
    the melodious tones. With my curiosity aroused, I crept forward to investigate.

    Talking about being aroused! Why, as soon as my eyes beheld

    the sight of the wondrous creature standing there, the cock between my legs
    became swollen and fully erect!

    Nude like me, the enchanting vision had shapes and curves

    which were stimulating my loins in a way I'd never known before. For some
    curious reason I had an irresistible urge to mate with the exotic being.

    Where in the world this fascinating life form had come from,

    I couldn't say. Since the being was standing up on legs like mine, I decided
    this must be a female version of me. I had been calling myself a 'man', so I
    would call this creature a 'woman'. Woe is me as a man because I've fallen
    head-over-heels in love with her seductively erotic body.

    Touching a tender place in my side where a rib had been

    removed, I recalled something the Almighty had said about making me a companion
    and playmate for life. Perhaps this feminine apparition was it.

    The woman bent over to pick some berries from a bush. Posed

    as she was, I realized her body was so picture-perfect a visual image of the
    word 'playmate' was stuck in my mind and in my eyes.

    Stepping out from behind the tree, I walked towards the

    woman. I had a hypnotic urge to touch her, but I kept my hands to myself.
    Speaking softly, I said, "Hi there, woman. How are you? Do you have a
    name? If not, I can give you one. It's my job, if you care to know."

    Startled, the woman turned, smiled, and answered, "Hi

    yourself, Mister. I'm fine. I've been wondering when you'd be coming along.
    Yes, I have a name. God told me to call myself 'Eve'. You must be the famous
    'Adam' he's told me about?"

    "Yes ma'am, Adam is my name," I responded.

    "I'm very happy to meet you, Eve. God has only told me a few things about
    you. Hell, he didn't mention anything about how beautifully sexy you would
    be!"

    Eve looked at me disapprovingly and sternly admonished,

    "Adam, we're not supposed to use the word 'Hell' because we come from a
    place called 'Heaven'!"

    "Now woman!" I said firmly. "Don't you start

    pestering me about my language! Next thing I know, you'll be telling me I can't
    drink or smoke!"

    Looking at me with a frown on her face, Eve asked, "Do

    you really drink and smoke, Adam? God told me you were a 'good' man with no
    vices!"

    "Miss Eve, don't you fret," I said. "I was

    just kidding. I don't drink. I don't smoke and I don't chew and I don't go with
    girls that do!"

    Eve giggled at my feeble attempt at humor. Taking my hand,

    she led me over to a grassy nook near a quiet-running stream. We talked a
    little while and had a snack made from nuts, berries, and fruit.

    Unashamedly, I was giving Eve's body a good hard look. This

    woman had a head full of long, curly hair. She had a thin bush of curly hair
    between her legs. Below her bush, long, well-tapered legs ran all the way down
    to barefooted feet. Upon her chest sat two magnificent mammary orbs.

    The melon-shaped ornaments decorating Eve's chest had an

    alluring, inviting attraction for both my hands and my mouth. My hands wanted
    to play with them and my mouth wanted to suckle the feminine fruit. There at
    the tip of each perfect sphere was a protruding, pink nub.

    Without asking for Eve's permission or consent, I began

    playing with the feminine objects I so desired. She didn't seem to mind, so I
    played to my heart's content. My mind began to think up names I could give to
    these mesmerizing mounds. I had a couple of words in particular in mind.

    Eve beat me to the punch. Smiling contently, she said,

    "Adam, do you like my girls? I'm not exactly sure about what to call them,
    but I've come up with two names to choose from. I like the word 'breasts' and
    the word 'tits'. I can't decide between them. Which one of them do you like
    better, Adam?"

    "Damn, Eve!" I answered with mischievously teasing

    distress. "I'm having trouble choosing myself because I like your right
    one just as much as the left one! They're both beautiful girls!"

    Shaking her head with annoyance, Eve retorted impatiently,

    "Silly man, I didn't mean which 'girl' you liked the best! I want to know
    which name you preferred. Do you like 'tits' or do you like 'breasts'?"

    "What's in a name, Eve?" I replied. "A rose

    by any other name would look and feel as beautifully sweet! How about we keep
    both names? We'll use 'breasts' on formal occasions like when we are talking to
    God. I'll say something like, 'God, that's some mighty fine breasts you've
    given my woman Eve!' And, when we are alone, we'll use 'tits' as a more
    intimate endearment. I'll say something like, 'Hot damn Eve, your tits are
    beautiful!' What do you think about that?"

    Eve giggled merrily and then proved she too could play the

    game of mischievousness merriment. "Sounds fine to me," she said.
    "Mister, you can call them 'breasts' or 'tits' or 'jugs' or 'knockers' or
    'boobs' or anything you want just as long as you love them and play with them!
    You do love them, don't you, Adam? If you do, then you'd better kiss
    them!"

    "Hell yes, I love them!" I answered adamantly.

    And, kiss those beautiful girls I did. First, one melon-shaped boob felt the
    oral assault of my tit-hungry roving mouth. The other tit became a victim of a
    similar attack. Nubile nipples popped to attention against my teeth as my
    tongue traced kissing circles round and round them.

    So violent was my mouth's breast battering, Eve was knocked

    to her back in the soft grass. A nipple was pulled out of my suckling mouth so
    violently it caused an audible 'pop'.

    Having tasted feminine fruit, I had no intention of stopping

    now. My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft flesh from head to
    toe. Her supple lips provided sweet nectar which inflamed the twin fires of
    passion and love. Eve's abdomen and its bellybutton indentation became
    playgrounds for my kissing touch.

    I flipped Eve over onto her belly and kissed her back, her

    legs, and the well-endowed fullness of her pretty derriere. 'Derriere'? Now
    where in the world did my mind get this name? This name is too fancy and formal
    for everyday use. So, I needed a short, intimate name which would convey the
    stimulating horniness I felt while playing with and kissing this sweet, soft
    feminine flesh.

    When I bent over again to kiss the fullness of this exotic

    beauty's behind, my erect cock was tickled by the grass beneath her. I liked
    the feeling of grass under my feet as a walked to and fro barefooted. Yeah, I
    liked grass and I liked ass. 'Ass'...? Why this word popped into my head, I
    couldn't say, but it sounded like a keeper to me.

    "Hey, Eve," I said. "Lady, you've got a

    really nice ass! I like it very much, but I believe the Old Man upstairs gave
    you a defective one. Why honey, your ass has a crack down the middle splitting
    it apart!"

    Eve giggled with melodious merriment. Flipping over onto her

    back, she looked at me just as if she were staring at a half-witted man.
    "Adam," she lectured. "God's ways are mysterious and we're not
    supposed to question them. Besides, I don't believe my 'ass' is defective
    because I have a cracked mound on the front side of me, too!"

    "You do?" I asked with skepticism. "Well,

    Miss Prissy, I believe I'd have to get a look at that place before I'd go to
    giving God the benefit of my doubts. I come from a 'show-me' land, so My lady,
    show me!"

    Playing along eagerly, Eve spread her legs wide and pointed

    to the hair-covered opening between her legs. During my visual and oral
    exploration of this wondrous woman's body, I had bypassed this bush-covered
    place. My thinking was if God had covered it then perhaps it was a female
    'thing' with little a man would find appealing.

    Man-o-man was I mistaken! Right there, where Eve was

    pointing, was a glorious mound of erotically stimulating feminine flesh the
    likes of which I couldn't believe existed! Appealing...? Why, bless my soul,
    the mounded perfection of Eve's womanhood was the most wondrously fascinating
    sight I'd ever been privileged to see!

    "Believe me now?" Eve seductively teased.

    "See the cracked place? Mister 'doubter', you just watch this! I'm going
    to open my spilt place and let you see what I have hidden inside it."

    With mesmerized eyes, I saw the woman spread the swollen

    outer lips of her fabulous mound. Out popped a tantalizing treasure which made
    my cock swell to its bursting point. Below the dangling jewel, small, butterfly
    wings of inner flesh gave hint of a moisturized opening.

    "God Almighty, Eve!" I exclaimed. "What do

    you call this marvelous thing? Do you already have a name picked out? I hope so
    because I'm so stunned I couldn't come up with a name even if God threatened to
    fire me from my name-calling job."

    The woman beneath my eyes smiled and happily answered,

    "Why, yes Sir I just happened to have picked out names myself! One day I
    was playing with some baby pussycats. The cute little felines were cuddly,
    warm, and furry. I decided to name the warm, furry place between my legs a
    'pussy'. 'Vagina' is a formal name I picked. The part that's sticking out in
    between my pussy lips, I call a 'clitoris' or 'clit' for short. Adam, dear, do
    you like my names?"

    "Lordy me, I surely do!" I boldly pronounced.

    "Damn Eve, I love your names and I love looking at your pretty pussy and
    clit! But, lady of mine, I'm afraid I'm going to have to do the same thing to
    your vaginal feminine delights I did with your tits. Babe, I just have to have
    my hands and lips on them."

    Pushing Eve's fingers aside, my own fingers dug into the

    mound of her feminine flesh. My hands attacked and roughly caressed my woman's
    pussy. Having tasted the fruit of her breasts, I had every intention of tasting
    every inch of this delectable female treasure Eve was giving me.

    My flesh-hungry lips explored my woman's silky, soft pussy.

    My mouth felt racing blood running through seductively swollen outer lips. My
    fingers pulled curly hairs aside so my lips could kiss the silky skin close to
    her thighs.

    Ravenous pussy-hunger seized control of my senses. Spreading

    the puffy lips, my mouth and lips assaulted the tempting clit. This warm, juicy
    protrusion of exotic femininity stiffened to erectness as I greedily licked and
    sucked it.

    My licking, exploring tongue found entrance in through the

    inner-pussy butterfly wings and found this woman's mysterious vaginal hole. The
    sticky wetness of feminine moisture assailed my probing tongue. Licking and
    lapping at the slippery stickiness, my stiffened oral cock continued its
    exploratory quest. Deeper and deeper into the bottomless depths did I plunge.

    "Ouch!" Eve exclaimed. "Adam that hurt!

    You're sticking your tongue in too deep and you're hurting my hymen. And, quit
    biting my clit so hard! How would you like it if I chewed on your manhood so
    hard I made it sore?"

    Sensing an opening for another avenue of sexual stimulation,

    I winked and answered, "Well Eve, I suppose I wouldn't mind if you sucked
    and chewed on my cock for a while. A little lady like you can't hurt my big,
    hard fella!"

    I was wrong, at least I was halfway wrong. Eve tackled me,

    shoved me to my back in the grass, and grabbed my elongated shaft. Without any
    planned forethought the woman popped the head of my cock into her mouth.

    Just like me, today was Eve's first time experiencing sex.

    She didn't know any more about what she was doing than I did. Yet, with a cock
    stuck inside it, her mouth knew what to do. Releasing saliva as a lubricant,
    this woman's mouth began to hungrily bob up and down on the rigid rod.

    While she was sucking on my throbbing erection, Eve's tongue

    was doing magical tricks all along my swollen manhood. Twisting and twirling
    the woman's serpentine tongue was teasing my tender flesh and driving me crazy.

    "Oh Babe," I gasped. "That feels incredibly

    good! But, I believe you were told you couldn't hurt my big fella, so you just
    go right on sucking and I'll lie here and enjoy your feeble attempts to try.
    Lady, you've got to learn to listen to your man when he tells you what's
    what!"

    I wish God had warned me about a woman's temper sometimes

    being short. Hell, I had no idea I was teasing Eve too much! I learned my
    mistake the hard way.

    "Adam, tell me how this feels!" Eve impishly said.

    Her teeth bit into the tender flesh of my swollen cock. She scraped her
    sharpened chewers all along the length of my shaft. She nipped at my skin and
    stubbornly chewed on my meaty erection.

    Adding insult to injury, Eve mockingly said, "Feels

    good, doesn't it, Adam? You just lie back and enjoy my feeble attempts. Are you
    still having a good time, my dear?"

    Grabbing the mischievous woman by her long, curly hair, I

    smacked her ass with a stinging whack and pulled her greedy, cock-biting teeth
    away from my loins. Pulling her atop me, I settled her on my chest with her
    tits pushing against my hot skin.

    "Shut up and kiss me, Eve!" I ordered. "If

    you keep on teasing me, I'll turn you over my knees and give your pretty little
    ass a good and proper spanking! Now, what would you think about that?"

    Despite her efforts to prevent it, Eve grinned.

    "Promises, promises," She irresistibly teased. "That's all a man
    can do. Why Adam, if you really wanted to spank my ass then you would stop
    talking about it and just do so!"

    Springing up into a sitting position, I twisted the wickedly

    wanton woman's body into a lying position across my lap. Her sticky, wet pussy
    was pressed so tightly against my hardened erection our pubic hairs became intertwined.
    My cock was enclosed within the confines of her warm thighs.

    Raising my hand, I slapped a seductive, lily-white ass cheek

    with a quick smack. Ass smack after ass smack followed until both cheeks glowed
    with a reddening tint. Eve whimpered, but she didn't cry out or protest my
    manhandling mauling.

    Emboldened, I spanked her again. This time, my stinging

    slaps must have caused too much discomfort. "God, Adam!" Eve wailed
    with tears streaming from her eyes. "Mister, if you start getting too
    rough, I'll kick your ass all over this beautiful garden!"

    "Sorry, Eve," I said with genuine remorse.

    "Honey, I was just so caught up in the excitement of ass spanking I
    couldn't control myself. How about you lie down and let me kiss it and make it
    'all better'?"

    Eve turned over onto her belly in the grass and I rained a

    torrent of soothing kisses all over the reddish skin of her ass. My kissy-licky
    lips warmed to their task of providing nurturing comfort to inflamed flesh. My
    licking tongue traced tickling lines all around each beautiful cheek.

    When at last the reddened skin turned back to white, I

    stopped kissing my woman's ass. Picking her lithe body up off the grass, I sat
    her astride my lap with her legs going behind my back. Her tits were pressed
    against my chest and our naked loins were touching.

    Drippy moisture was leaking from Eve's pussy and running

    along the length of my stimulated cock. I had been wondering about all the
    wetness she had between her legs. Was she supposed to be so wet and was it
    natural?

    "Eve?" I asked inquisitively. "Are you

    certain God didn't give you a 'defective' female body? Your pussy has sprung a
    leak and is dripping all over us!" Putting her arms around my neck, Eve
    wet her lips and kissed me with an ardent passion which shook me to my toes.
    Looking deeply into my eyes, she whispered, "Adam, my dear sweet man, God
    told me there was a reason for the wetness dripping from my pussy, but he
    didn't explain it fully. He said I'd like the reason and you would, too. Oh,
    and yeah, he mentioned something about it being a lubricant for penile
    penetration."

    "Adam?" Eve quickly questioned. "What is

    'penile penetration'? I've been wondering about it ever since God told me.
    You've been around longer than I have, Adam, so what is it?"

    Shrugging my shoulders with bewilderment, I answered,

    "Beats me, Eve. I've never heard of it before. God never mentioned it to
    me. The last time I talked to the Old Man upstairs he said, 'Adam, when you
    find Eve, be fruitful and multiply.' There wasn't a word said about penile
    penetration."

    "Oh my goodness me!" Eve cried out. "Why

    Adam, God said the same thing to me! He said, 'When Adam comes along, be
    fruitful and multiply'. What does that mean? Do you know how to multiply,
    Adam?"

    Shaking my head as an indication of a negative answer, I

    pulled Eve closer to me and began to ponder the predicaments of beginning a new
    species of earthly life forms. This is not going to be as easy as I expected.

    As I pondered, Eve reached down and moved my cock into a

    more comfortable position between her legs. She was sitting with my elongated
    rod stuck beneath her with the shaft cocooned in the crack of her ass. My
    swollen cockhead was touching the entrance to the hole I'd seen between her ass
    cracks. Thinking of that hole sparked my imagination.

    "Lord a mercy, Eve!" I declared. "I've got an

    idea about how to 'multiply'! Have you ever noticed how the male animals in the
    fields and woods are always jumping up on the back of their mates? The male
    sticks his cock into the female's ass and they mate. Next time you see them,
    they might have one or two little ones of their own kind tagging along. Eve, I
    think they are 'multiplying'!"

    "That makes sense, Adam," Eve agreed. "God

    told us to, so why don't we try it? I'll get up on my knees and bend over and
    you can get behind me. Try sticking your cock into my ass and try to multiply
    me."

    While Eve was moving into a mating position, I began

    scratching my head and thinking. As I moved to kneel behind the woman, I said,
    "Eve, I'd love to multiply you, but I've been thinking. 'Multiply' is a
    complicated word which is too long and cumbersome. Why don't we come up with a
    short, more-easily pronounceable name? Eve, how does the word 'fuck' sound to
    you? I could say, 'Woman, I'd like to 'fuck' you!' What do you think?"

    "Oh Adam, that's a perfect word!" Eve heartedly

    agreed. "You are good at your naming job. Now Mis

    37 min
  • My Roommate’s Boyfriend
    My Roommate’s Boyfriend
    My roommate’s boyfriend takes care of my needs.

    by Ginger_Sun.

    Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    I had been on a single stint for a while. It had been over a

    year since having any sexual pleasure from a man. During that time, I watched
    my roommate have visits from her boyfriend on a weekly basis.

    One Saturday, my roommate and her boyfriend were out on a

    date. I was in the living room watching a movie when they got back in. They sat
    down and joined me. Seeing them on the couch flirting with each other, knowing
    they were going to get frisky later, in one sense made me jealous and in
    another turned me one a bit.

    My roommate excused herself to the bathroom. We kept

    watching the movie without talking. I glanced over to catch him staring at me
    chest. First, I was a bit annoyed, but then I looked down myself and saw my
    nipples poking through. I had not been wearing a bra sitting around and getting
    a bit turned on had made them hard. I blushed and looked back at him with a
    brief smile before turning away. My roommate then returned, taking him away to
    her room.

    On this evening, they were getting it on and got

    particularly loud. I turned down my TV volume so I could listen in as they each
    moaned in pleasure. This made me extraordinarily horny.

    After they finished, I turned the TV back up and eventually

    fell asleep on the couch. Later in the night I woke up, still horny with my
    pussy throbbing for attention. I went into my own room and pulled my bullet
    vibe out of my drawer and started rubbing it around on my lips. I could not
    help but start to moan a bit myself as juice started to run down my leg.

    I heard the hallway bathroom door open and quickly went

    quiet and rushed to turn off the vibrator, hoping my roommate had not heard me.
    The footsteps were gone and I thought she had made it back to bed. But then I
    heard my bedroom doorknob start to turn.

    Her boyfriend peaked in. I blushed even though he could not

    see me in the dark. But then he asked, “Can I help you with that?”
    He must have heard the vibrator!

    I was so horny, all I could do was nod my head yes. He

    quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to my bed. He picked up my
    vibrator, turn it on, and pushed it up inside me. “Yeah, you are wet. Let
    me take care of that.”

    With the vibrator up inside me, he stroked his fingers on

    the outside of my night shirt. My nipples became rock solid. Then he began to
    message my breasts. I started to moan a bit again, but he put his finger over
    my lip reminding me we needed to be quiet.

    The secrecy of getting it on with my roommates boyfriend

    along with the stimulation of the vibrator inside me was getting me very turned
    on. My pussy was begging for more.

    I put my hand on his crotch and could feel he was rock solid

    inside his pants. I began rubbing on the outside to tease him. He gave an
    approving smile and turned up the vibrator to show his appreciation. I
    unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was much larger than I
    expected. My roommate had found a treasure toy for sure. I rubbed it in my
    hands imagining what it would feel like inside me.

    He then ran his hands down from my breasts along my stomach

    to my clit. It was very swollen. The vibrator inside me, my hand on his cock,
    and his fingers on my clit was almost more stimulation than I could take. I had
    to close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. My body started shivering.

    I did not even notice that he had removed the vibrator until

    I felt his tongue stroke my pussy. I had not been eaten out in a long time. My
    body quivered each time as he stroked up and down. I could feel the juices
    running down as he graciously licked them up.

    When I started to breath heavy, he let up and rolled me over

    onto my stomach. I felt my legs spread and then he slid inside me.
    “That’s what I remember,” went through my mind.

    I felt him slowly thrust in and out. The angle had his penis

    pressing right on my g-spot. With each revolution, I could feel myself swelling
    slightly more. My body finally released with pleasure exploding in orgasm,
    screaming into my pillow to keep quiet.

    He then dismounted. I turned around, grabbed his cock again,

    and stuck it in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum. I sucked until he gave it
    to me.

    When he was done, he quietly put his clothes on, gave me a

    kiss on the cheek, and left without either of us saying a word.

    Neither of us ever told my roommate. And we never did it

    together again. But I am thankful for him filling my time of need.

    by Ginger

    Sun for Literotica

    7 min
  • Julia’s Booty: Part 4
    Julia’s Booty: Part 4
    The perfect partner.

    by Feynman15, in 4

    parts, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.




    Julia stood in front of me and looked around like she didn’t quite know
    what to do. It was like the Julia I knew from months ago, and it was very cute.

    “Hey,” I said. I hopped on the bed. “Come here, silly.”

    She skipped over to me and the mattress popped up when she jumped on. She was
    now on her back, fully extended on the bed. I sat beside her as we kissed, and
    I reached over and pulled her legs apart. She started breathing faster, her
    eyes wider. The aromas of her arousal were strong and so sexy. My cock was rock-hard.
    I got up and moved my body in between those spread legs, into a space super
    warm and pungent. I told her I was excited.

    We both looked down at the sight of her legs spread apart, her gorgeous cunt,
    and my thick erection right there, precum on my tip, pointing towards that
    inviting cunt.

    “Go slow,” she said. “Oh my god, go slow. This is happening.
    This is happening.”

    Her skin was beautiful light brown, mine pale white. I lined the tip of my cock
    up to her opening, breathing so damn hard. Beyond the precipice. I looked at
    her, she gave me a nod, and I looked back down and slowly pushed forward,
    watching my cock head sink in and disappear.

    Her breaths were stuttered. “Oh.”

    “Oh my god,” I said.

    I held her hands and she squeezed back a bit when I pushed forward some more.
    My shaft slid in. It was incredibly warm. It wasn’t tight, but it felt
    impossibly good.

    Julia was doing little rapid breaths as she took it. And she started waving her
    hands to her face, tearing up, breathing hard, looking up at the ceiling. She
    reminded me in that moment of an ex, who was hyper-sensitive and would get
    overwhelmed with emotions during sex.

    “Are you okay?” I asked. “Does it hurt?”

    “No. No, just a little,” she said. “It’s
    just…” She fanned her face and exhaled, tears rolling down her face
    now. I hadn’t moved in any further nor out. I held her hand.

    “Are you sure you’re okay?”

    “Yes. Yes. Oh. Everything feels so strong.”

    I told her I understood.

    “Oh. It’s okay. Keep going.”

    Carefully, I sunk in as deep as I could. It felt perfect and comforting. I
    groaned oh in total pleasure. My pubic mound was pressed fully against her
    pelvis, as I massaged her hips. And as I slowly pulled back, rippled rings of
    pleasure massaged my dick purely. My gasps were choppy and I was fighting to
    not cum. I was too excited. It was a prickling feeling. I pulled out
    completely, lined up the tip, and pushed in again slowly. I paid attention to
    Julia’s facial expressions as I entered her.

    “Oh my god,” she said. “Oh my gawd!”

    The tone in her voice was so different. Her general dead-pan demeanor suddenly
    turned perky. And I knew that it was because of me. And the fact that I knew
    that, in that moment, made the feeling of her cunt just too much. I
    couldn’t take it. I pulled out of her a little quick, which made her gasp
    and wince a bit. My cock twitched and tingled and I shot two super hot lines of
    cum all the way from her pubes to her neck. Ooh Julia giggled cutely.

    “Did I do that?” she asked, coyly.

    I truly felt like a teenager again. But I laughed and she shared in that with
    me, which made me feel really happy. “I’m still good. I’m
    still good,” I said. And I was. I was still completely engorged and
    rock-hard, like my cumming did nothing to stop my erection. In a funny sort of
    way it made me proud, both because I was still hard after cumming, and because
    she was supportive.

    "That's so hot that you can keep going," she said.

    I tapped my hard dick on her pubes and shook off a couple drops of cum, then
    lined it back up and entered her fully.

    “Oh fuck,” she said. “Yes, my king.”

    "Fuck Julia. Fuck." I pulled out again and tapped my head onto her
    clit, a little more cum dribbling down.

    “It’s so messy,” she said.

    I then entered her again.

    “Yes, keep doing that. Slow,” she said.

    We both moaned when I got in fully. Then we watched with curiosity as I pulled
    out, lined myself up, and slipped all the way back in. More moans. She liked
    watching it go in and out of her. We were looking at each other too, sometimes,
    when I’d slide in, watching what the sensation did to our faces, which
    turned both of us on even more. We were making beautiful music with our moans.
    It felt so good to be able to express ourselves in such a different way. Any
    shred of insecurity I previously felt must have been left to roast in the car.
    I finally went in a little harder and quicker and she went, "Oh."

    “Is that okay?” I asked.

    Julia held her lips tight and gave a hesitant nod. I started thrusting in her
    firmly, and every single time she made the same sound.

    Oh Oh Oh Oh.

    She grabbed onto the headboard and sloped back more comfortably, taking me.
    “Oh shit,” she said.

    “So good,” I gasped out, as my hips were thrusting.

    “Yeah dude, yes. We’re fucking now.”

    Suddenly we were in a rhythm, my cock sliding in and out of her smoothly, her cunt
    muscles milking me each time. I started grunting and getting more aggressive,
    but being careful while doing so. She winced now and then, still. We picked up
    the pace, however, and she started matching my ferocity. I was loving the
    sensation of pressing my pubic mound against her puffy cunt each time I got
    fully in her.

    “I can take it,” she said. “I can take it. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

    “Ugh milk my cock.”

    Julia swiveled her pelvis as I was inside and squeezed her muscles and I could
    feel her grip. I pushed all the way in, then pressed my pelvis further into her
    puffiness and went oh

    “You’re filling me! This is so good,” she said. “You
    like it?”

    I reached onto the headboard and starting thrusting into her harder, going uh
    with each thrust, my mouth agape while doing so. Her eyes were watering a bit,
    and she was rubbing her nipples and her hair as she took it. My cock was tingling
    the entire time. It was almost numb from so much pleasure. But what kept me
    going was that other sensation, that feeling when your pelvis is getting
    slammed and it sends ripples from the base of your genitals, upwards. It was
    driving me forward, propelling my thrusts.

    “Oh Julia,” I said. “I’m getting close.”

    “You got more???” she said.

    “Wait,” I said. I pulled out of her. My cock was twitching up and
    down. I held my hands in place and exhaled, trying to hold back the sensation
    just a bit longer. And this time, I did it. My cock was covered in our fluids
    and it was still pretty hard, but not like before.

    “Can we try one more position?” I asked.

    “Of course!” she said. She exhaled. She sat up on the bed and we
    kissed.

    “Maybe, like, I don’t need to say this, but you don’t need to
    impress me, dude,” she said.

    She rubbed my shoulders and hit me with a challenge to my vulnerability I
    wasn’t expecting. My eyes watered a bit and I felt safe. I curled her
    messy hair over her ear. We hugged.

    She leaned into my ear and whispered, “How do you want me?”

    “Remember our game?”

    Julia’s face lit up. “Oh shit, dude. Yeah. Let’s go!”

    I sat on the edge of the bed. Julia got up and walked her bubbly ass around the
    room a bit, teasing me while I stroked my dick.

    “Oh my god,” I said. “After all this time…”

    “Umm,” she said. “You finally get to put it in this
    way.”

    Julia approached me and I spread my legs. She got in between and turned around,
    her ass facing me. Julia looked over her shoulder, smiling. I reached out and
    grabbed a big handful of her ass with each hand, jiggling each cheek.

    “God, this thing…,” I said.

    “My boot-aye,” she said, giggling.

    My cock was rising up. “Let me just take a quick little…” And
    I spread it open and stuffed my face in the middle.

    “It tickles.”

    It was sweaty and full of our creamy friction and a little dirty. And I loved
    all of it. I pulled back and a single strand of spit hung between my mouth and
    her ass crack. I wiped my mouth and looked up at Julia.

    “Does the air-bnb have a shower?” she asked.

    “Yeah. Can I just…?” And I spread her ass cheeks open and
    dove back in. I just had to. I was magnetized to it. Julia started sliding her
    ass up and down along my mouth.

    “You know how to make a girl feel special, dude,” she said.

    “I told you,” I said, “I want all of you.”

    “All…"

    I pulled my mouth away and she turned around, dropping to her knees between my
    legs.

    “Let me get you ready, real quick,” she said. She grabbed my cock
    and brought it close to her face.

    “It smells like me!” she said, giggling.

    “Umm you wanna taste your cunt on my cock?” I asked. Julia took it
    in her mouth and my dick disappeared in an instant. She tapped her hand onto my
    thigh and I knew what to do.

    Glug glug glug glug glug.


    I pulled away and fell back on the bed, holding my cock. “You
    almost…”

    “Sorry!” she said. “I guess I’m, like, really good at
    that!” Julia laughed very loud.

    “You are, my queen,” I said.

    Julia let out a slight aw and got up, getting between my legs, her ass now
    facing me. “Be careful,” she said. “I’m already
    sore.”

    My attention went down to her ass, as she lowered it slowly towards my cock and
    the last cum that lay within. I pushed her lower back a little forward so her cunt
    became more accessible. Her cunt lips wrapped around the tip, then swallowed it
    whole, and her weight slammed into my pelvis and I was fully inside.

    My reflexes forced out an oh as I felt the feeling, which was so warm and
    embracing and cozy. It felt like I was being engulfed, like my dick was wrapped
    in the most velvety blanket ever. Julia exhaled in front of me, and I hoped she
    was okay. But my mind quickly went to the sensations of being swallowed by
    Julia. It felt so intimate.

    “Oh yeah,” I said. “That’s it, right there.”

    Her ass lifted up and then plopped back down, swallowing me again. It was a
    different feeling from her throat, but I loved it just as much.

    “Oh fuck Julia. Use me.” She started bouncing up and down. Her
    glistening asshole was winking at me as she bounced her cunt on my cock. I
    could the smell the sex. The air was pungent and I drowned in the abundance of
    pleasantries. An electricity within emerged as Julia yelped with each plop onto
    my cock. And my teeth clenched and my cock stiffened, and the inevitable. I
    grabbed Julia’s hips and took charge, pounding her cunt hard, her jiggly
    ass flesh rippling each time my pelvis hit into her. I caught a second wind and
    held the tingling sensation back, and felt a bit relieved that I could keep
    going and keep feeling her velvet beauty.

    And then Julia said, “Fuck, I’m about to cum. Shit shit shit, keep
    going, don’t stop don’t stop.”

    And that sent me into a stupor and the inevitable wasn’t knocking on my
    doorstep but rather pummeling it with a redwood log. Julia was making a lot of
    noise. She grabbed her own panties and muffled her sounds into her dirty
    underwear. I held on for dear life trying to maintain my hardness and not cum
    as Julia started slamming into my pelvis slowly, her asshole winking a lot,
    lifting her ass up again and slamming back down, all while yelping into her
    panties. She threw them to the side and turned over her shoulder.

    “Cum with me,” she said.

    As Julia melted velvet in my lap, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed her
    waist, still inside, and we fell backwards onto the bed and I thrust wildly
    into her from behind. And I fucked fucked fucked fucked fucked and my cock was
    erupting. I pulled out and sprayed cum onto her belly, onto the bed, onto the
    floor, onto wherever it seemed to want to go. It was a total mess and we
    slumped backwards. We breathed and laughed and stared aimlessly at the ceiling,
    sinking slowly into the softness of the bed.

    Julia took a limp arm and collapsed it onto my belly. “I’m so done,
    dude. So done.”

    “Such a mess,” I said. “Whew.”

    We crashed onto the bed for some time, completely drained. Julia smiled and
    turned to me. “That was, like, some really good cardio!” She
    laughed. “That’s my work out for the day.”

    I put a lethargic finger up in the air. “Count it.”

    “That hurt a bit! I hope I’ll be okay tomorrow. Did that hurt your
    dick?”

    I laughed and told her it didn’t. Julia looked down at my softening dick
    and noticed a little cum dribbling out.

    “You wanna try it?” she asked.

    “Uh, not really,” I said, laughing.

    Julia looked a little annoyed. “Dude you made me taste me a bunch! How
    ‘bout this. Try this with me, and I’ll do something special for you
    tomorrow.”

    I looked at her. “Like what?”

    Julia slapped my chest. “Take the offer, dude. Let’s share this.
    It’ll be hot!”

    I had to remind myself of a lot of things at that moment, including the fact
    that sexual expectations are so much easier for us guys than they are for
    women. But I was also drained, and not really at that level of kinkiness. But
    there are exceptions to every rule and Julia was exceptional. I gave a
    reluctant nod. Julia licked some of the cum that had dribbled onto my belly,
    then took my limpness and sucked out the rest. I flinched because it was an
    uncomfy feeling after already cumming.

    Julia cupped her mouth and we sat up on the bed together.

    “Try this with me,” she murmured. “We made this happen
    together!”

    Those words were actually kinda hot, I must admit. It definitely helped. I
    leaned into her face and we touched lips, and she parted her mouth. It was
    somewhat thick, somewhat salty, but also mostly neutral and not as bad as I
    expected. And in the moment I shed my inhibitions as I thought about what we
    just did, and thought about how willingly she gave herself to me. That made the
    act a lot easier, and we actually got a little wild making out with my cum
    between both of us, some of it dribbling down our mouths and onto the bed.
    Julia moaned a lot and seemed really into it, which in turn got me more into
    it. And we parted and both swallowed and it was okay. I felt good that I made
    her happy.

    “Hell yeah dude! Did you like it?”

    “Honestly that was alright. Your words helped. I thought about how we
    were sharing something we both put a lot of effort into.”

    Julia was bouncing up and down a bit on the bed. “Yes, dude! That’s
    what I’m talking about. I thought about that before. It’s like, I
    worked for that. It’s mine, ya know?” She laughed and clapped her
    hands.

    “Happy to do that for you, my queen.”

    She kissed me and we made plans for dinner. The sun was setting when she opened
    the blinds, and the hills looked like golden pillows beneath the heights of
    Biko House.

    Julia and I strolled across campus, occasionally holding hands. She made me
    feel special. Sometimes we would separate because she got excited to show me
    something ahead. We ran into a couple of her friends and at first I felt weird
    but one of them gave me a look that told me that he recognized I made her
    happy, and then I was okay. Julia was energized by the encounter. She was extra
    affectionate as we continued our stroll through the campus, and my car had not
    been broken into.

    We walked through a couple blocks that housed some students and locals. Even
    though it was a residential neighborhood, there was a lot of foliage and trees
    intertwined within its geometry. One particular street was lined with trees on
    both sidewalks, forming a tunnel of green leaves that was beautiful and
    romantic and we kissed under a weeping willow. The city hummed with a fluorescent
    hue as we reached an intersection of shops and cars and gaggles of people.
    Julia took me to a Greek restaurant that she spoke fondly of.

    By the time we ordered and settled into our outdoor seats, it dawned on me that
    I had taken her virginity. The fact that I had now become that checkpoint in
    her life hit me heavy and I began to question things. The fact that I
    hadn’t thought of that fact until that very moment made me question even
    more. Julia looked at me with young love. We were so exhausted that we spent
    most of the dinner saying very little and falling half asleep as we waited for
    our food. The waiter suspected that we were high and encouraged us to order the
    baklava towards the end of the meal. We laughed over our exhaustion throughout
    the evening and looked at each other with such endearment. The food was really
    tasty but I didn’t feel good inside. We sat across from each other at the
    table, but I asked Julia if I could sit perpendicular to her because it felt
    more intimate, and she loved the idea. I asked her how she was feeling.

    “I’m so tired, dude. We’re gonna sleep well tonight.”
    She laughed lightly and looked sleepy, but she asked me how I was feeling.

    “I’m okay,” I said, exhaling. “I’m feeling a
    little lost, to be honest.”

    Julia looked like she was about to say something in reaction, but she held her
    silence, which lingered for what seemed like an eternity.

    “I bet I know what’s going on,” she finally said.

    There was a tornado of butterflies in my stomach before I asked,
    “What’s that?”

    “You don’t know what we are, as like, a couple.”

    I was shocked at her astuteness and before I spoke, she interrupted my body
    language to say, “You’re a lot easier to read than you
    think.” She giggled.

    “Well,” I said, “what do you think is ”

    “Like, I know what you wanna do tomorrow in Monterey…,” she
    whispered.

    I laughed and sipped water that I really didn’t need. Julia reached for
    my hand. We interlocked fingers.

    “We can’t be in an ‘official’ relationship right now.
    My parents aren’t going to accept my former tutor dating me. Not this
    soon after, at least.”

    I didn’t feel any better. “And so ”

    “I want you to be my boyfriend, dude. Don’t you want the
    same?”

    “Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend, too.” Julia spit out her water
    and laughed so loud half the restaurant could hear us and the waiter was even
    more convinced of his suspicions.

    “Actually, you get right down to it,” I said. “I feel weird
    about all that, especially with your parents.”

    “I need time to work on that,” she said. “On them.”

    “A major part of me does,” I said. “But I also don’t
    want to hold you back. You’re just starting college.”

    “I can make my own decisions.”

    “Yes, but ”

    “What did we talk about with respecting my judgment?” she asked.
    “And then again when you saw I had Guillermo over?”

    “I apologized for that. And you were right. I just feel weird.”

    “That’s fine. You can feel weird. It is weird. But, dude, given
    that, what do you want?”

    “I want you.”

    “You have me. And we can have everything. But if you can’t commit
    to us it becomes harder every day. You say you ache. Well, what are you gonna
    do

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About My First Time

From the publisher's feed

Tales of experiencing that first time. Some of them may be true.