My First Time

The Virgo Constellation Shifts: part 2

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The Virgo Constellation: Part 2
Virgo’s desired damsel gives a surprise ‘window-cam’
private performance for him.

By Millsy

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We snogged on her doorstep again, and

when she disappeared inside I ran home, straight back up to the loft, and
trained the telescope on her bedroom window. Tonight she stood in front of the
computer desk with the bedroom light on, facing the window, and unbuttoned her
blouse, peeling it off her shoulders in one smooth shrug and allowing it to
drop to the floor behind her. She was standing there in jeans and her straining
white bra, and I unzipped my trousers and awkwardly pulled out my stiff and
aching cock as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

I saw her big tits full frontal then for

the first time, and I watched rapt as her hands cupped them, thumbs stroking
the still hard nipples in exactly the way that I had wanted to touch her just
moments before as she closed her eyes and licked her lips. Did she know, I
wondered, that I was watching her? Was this a show? Had she twigged that the
second loft window, the one that I hadn't let her look through in the telescope
gave me an unobstructed view of her window? Or was she just doing what she
liked to do, touching herself up after she was turned on, whether by the
strangers on the internet or by what we had done tonight, and had simply
forgotten to close her blinds?

Did it matter, I asked myself as my hard

cock jerked again at the sight of her unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping them,
easing them down past her hips, her panties inadvertently coming down her legs
with them. The triangle of her pubic mound stared me in the face, then
disappeared as she bent forward, eclipsed for several seconds by her hanging
tits as she stepped out of her jeans. I swallowed as she stood again, now
totally naked, and she threw her long black hair back over her head and put one
foot up on the foot of the bed. I watched her hand slide between her legs and
hug her crotch, watched it move up and down as she rubbed herself, watched her
pinching her teats with her other hand as she closed her eyes and fantasized
about fucking me. Did she know I was here with my cock in my hand, wanking
slowly? Did she know that we were right at that moment doing exactly what she
did with her internet lovers, that I could see her the through the telescope
the way that she could see the webcam cocks that had gotten her off so often in
the past?

Then she turned and touched the keyboard

of her PC, and the monitor sprang to life. She sat down still naked at the desk
and typed away. My laptop burbled a warning of an incoming message.

"What are you doing,” called

the screen.

"Thinking about you,” I

replied.

"That's sweet,” She

responded. "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"Nothing planned,” I fired

back.

"Come over at eight?"

"Love to. Can I ask you

something?"

"Of course,” Rebecca replied.

"Can you send me a photo of

you?"

She lolled a reply, asking me if I'd

forgotten what she looked like already, then I watched her browse through a
folder before forwarding me a small 100k jpeg. When I opened it I saw a picture
that she'd obviously taken with her mobile by simply holding it out in front of
her and guessing. It was skewed and grainy, but the more I saw of her the
better looking she seemed to be getting.

"I like that one,” I thanked

her.

"I chose one of the better ones. I

don't seem to be very photogenic, to be honest. Then she warned; “Now, no
jerking off over it. I know what you boys are like."

In a way I was shocked at the way she

just blurted that out, but one thing I was learning about Rebecca was that she
had a very mischievous sense of humor and wasn't afraid to use either innuendo
or overt and frank sexual language.

"Well I'm completely flabbergasted

at your tone,” I sent back. "As if I would do something like that?
Bloody good idea, by the way. See you on the bus."

"Good night,” Came back, then

we both shut down our screens more or less simultaneously. I watched her for a
while longer as she sat naked at her desk, exploring the drawer. After a moment
out came a shocking pink colored tube that it took me a few seconds to
recognize as a vibrator. She slipped it into her mouth and turned out the
light."

"No,” I silently screamed,

denied the delicious sight of her spearing her pussy with that sex toy, then my
cum sprayed all over the floor, catching me completely by surprise.

I was late again for the bus, but this

time when I boarded there was a youngster sitting next to her. I put my bag on
a seat that a friend had kept for me, then I quickly moved back down the bus
before the driver pulled away from the bus stop. I leaned over the third former
sitting next to Rebecca and kissed her hard on the mouth for a full five
seconds before winking and returning to my seat before the driver yelled at me
again. I left her red faced, while some of the younger kids whooped and
laughed. I did it purely because I didn't want her to think that I was keeping
our relationship secret. I didn't care who knew I was seeing her, though I had
no way of knowing at the time that this act would see me suspended from school
in the lunch break.

"Morning,” I grinned at my

mate Steve.

"What the fuck was that,” He

asked. "You and Rebecca Lewis?"

"And why the fuck not,” I

said, still grinning.

"What-the-fuckever, dude,”

Steve shrugged. "Didn't think she was your type."

"What is my type?"

"Dunno, just thought you went for

more skinny girls than her. Girls more like your size. You usually do when
we're out."

"And where exactly has that gotten

me in the last, oh, three years?"

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

that's how it is then you go for it and don't listen to what anybody else
says,” Steve went defensive.

Mark, another friend, leaned across the

aisle and said with a wink; "Ignore him, he's just jealous. As he should
be. He hasn't snogged a girl since his great aunt Mildred on his twelfth
birthday."

"Fuck you,” Steve gave him

the finger as the rest of us laughed.

The incident that triggered the

suspension happened in lunch break when another sixth former caught up with me
while I was sat in the dining hall by myself minding my own business with a
paperback. I knew the guy, he was lower sixth, fresh in, and a bit of an
asshole. Bigger than me, as were most people near my age, and uglier. Which is
saying something, believe me.

"Becky Lewis,” He asked.

"No, my name's Chris,” I

deadpanned. "And it's none of your business.”

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

you a favor."

"Oh?"

"She's used. Been fucked before.

I've had her,” He said, leaning in closer. "Just thought you should
know."

"So? What makes you think I give a

shit,” I stood up, fists clenching at my sides. People were watching now,
heads turned by the beginnings of a commotion. "It's still none of your
fucking business, so piss off. Who's being the twat now? Just because you say
you had her first you have to show off to everybody who she goes out with in
the future? What a fucking loser you are. What did she do, dump you because you
were crap between the sheets and now you're carrying a grudge? Grow the fuck
up, you pathetic jackass,” I didn't realise my voice was getting louder,
but I saw the punch coming a mile away when his right shoulder bulged. I
stepped inside and head butted him full in the face. Fuck it hurt. But he was
on the floor with blood streaming down his face from his nose while a chorus of
'Oh's sounded throughout the hall.

"Don't bother getting up,” I

spat at him as I walked away. "I'll just put you back down again. Count
yourself lucky I don't fucking piss on you."

Needless to say I was in the head

teacher's office before lessons began and my mother was picking me up in the
car before two. "Don't worry about it,” she said after I'd explained
everything. They won't keep you out for long. They know you are an easy four
A-levels for their league table. You'll be back in on Monday,” And that
was it. I expected a huge bawling out over ruining my chances of going to
university, but all my father did was laugh himself silly at the big purple and
yellow bruise growing on my forehead and making me look like one of Star Trek's
Klingons.

At eight I turned up on Rebecca's

doorstep and she was furious.

"So what the hell happened in

school today?"

"That jerk was dissing you, so I

put him on the floor. No big deal,” I shrugged as I stood out in the
drizzle. "Are you going to let me in or are we going out?"

"You got suspended over me? Jesus,

you're even dumber than I thought you were,” She shook her head.
"Get inside before I change my mind."

She closed the door behind me and led me

into the lounge. "So what the hell happened between you and Clive?"

"Clive? That's his name? He just

came up to me and started bragging that he'd slept with you. Then when I gave
him a bit of verbal back he took a swing at me, missed, and I Glasgow-kissed
him on the nose with my head. No big deal."

"It is a fucking big deal when you

get yourself suspended. Jesus. Why the fuck didn't you just ignore him?"

"He didn't look like he wanted to

be ignored. Honestly, I think he still fancies you and was trying to put me off
by talking shit about you."

"And?"

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

She shook her head in disbelief.

"He never slept with me,” She explained, slumping down on the sofa.
I sat opposite her in an armchair. "We just fucked once, that's all."

That was a bit of a hammer to the balls,

I must admit. Obviously you can't go through life thinking every girl you meet
is going to be a virgin when she falls into your arms, but I had always thought
that my first time would at least be with another virgin. "Look,”
she carried on. "I hope you don't think that I've been mummy's little
angel all my life, because I haven't. A couple of years ago I ended up getting
mixed up in the wrong crowd with a friend who dragged me along because I had
money for booze. We did a little drinking, got a little crazy, one thing led to
another and before I knew it was all over and I was walking home crying all
alone. It wasn't how I wanted my first time to be, it wasn't how any girl would
want her first time to be, but sometimes shit happens."

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

not important."

"Yes it is,” she interrupted.

"Not to me."

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

know how long we're going to last. We might not even make it through the next
hour, but I don't want there to be any secrets, so that if some shithead like
Clive starts telling tales you'll at least know the truth from the bull,
ok?"

"Fair enough,” I accepted,

and leaned forward to listen to her.

"About two years ago, after I'd

moved up from lower band to upper band, I was losing all my friends and had no
new ones to replace them. Nobody wanted to know me because all the clever girls
assumed I was still thick. It's why I've put on weight - I stopped going out
altogether and spent almost all my time studying and playing games on the
web,” I almost asked her what sort of games, but didn't think that this
was the right time for that. "I got lazy, and comfort ate. I'm working my
way out of it, but it's not easy. There was one girl that I used to bother with
when I visited my grandmother, and while my gran was looking after me overnight
when my parents went away for the weekend I went to a small house party with
this girl and some of her friends. There were about a dozen of us - five girls,
seven or eight boys, and there was booze. Some of us got tipsy, some of us got
drunk. Then my friend said it was time to play dice and would I play. When I
asked her how to play, she told me.

"Each of us took a number - one to

six for boys, and one to six for girls. Then there was a list of 'tasks' for
the third roll of the dice. The first roll and second roll paired a girl up
with a boy, and the third was for what they then did with each other. I said no
at first, but when they started playing I ended up watching and after a while
the drink sort of took over and I offered to be number five for the girls. The
tasks weren't all that big a deal, except for the six. Handjobs, fingerfucks,
blowjobs, all that kind of stuff. I gotta admit that I got pretty turned on
watching these impromptu couples making out. Anyway, the dice rolled and sooner
or later my number came up. Then the dice rolled again and Clive's number came
up. And the bastard groaned. I always hated him for that, and that was when I
weighed more than a stone less than I do now. On the third roll came the six,
and that's when they all started chanting 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

"Like I said, I was pretty blasted,

and before I knew it I ended up on the floor with my skirt pulled up over my
waist and Clive just did me. It's still all a blur in my mind. Don't get me
wrong, I wasn't raped and I don't have nightmares about it. I went into that
dice game with eyes wide open and ful

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