Her Guitar Hero: Closed Thread

Teasing and arousing her had caused him to get hard again, and he waited to see her, his cock standing up between his legs which were crossed as he watched her slowly open her pants. His eyes followed her hands, followed the traille of exposed skin as the zipper created it with its opening.
 
Kira could feel his arousal, see the look on his face as she lifted her hips to slide her jeans down over her hips. She never wore panties, so his eyes were exposed to her bare ivory sex. She felt the cooler air of the room lick her skin as she sat up for a moment, slipping the denim down to the ground. She smiled at him, her hand trembling as she took his, letting it rest gently on her bare mound. "Touch me please."
 
He felt his eyes drawn to her pussy. He had seen shaven pussies in magazines, but had been told real women rarely shaved. But this was obviously not true, for here she was, bare and hairless. "Your skin is so soft." he said softly, as he let his fingers explore her outer lips. He had seen pictures and slowly parted her lips, to expose her pink folds to his eyes and touch. Slowly sliding his finger between her lips finding it warm wet and moist between them as his finger encountered her seeping wetness, the slickness allowing his finger to slide over her folds. As he explored her sex. "Sorry I've never done this before." he whispered blushing his eyes lifting to meet hers, he said unnecessarily, for she knew he'd never done this before, yet he still felt compelled to give a disclaimer.
 
She opened her legs for him, giving him more room to both see and for exploration of her weeping sex. She loved the feel of his hands slowly, painstakingly, exploring her most intimate area. She moaned her body catching in a spasm as he grazed the nub of flesh that was like bundled live wire. She gazed down into his eyes, her hips lifting slightly from the bed to meet his fingers.
 
he gently moved his fingers over her, exploring, teasing and caressing. "So that's your clit?" he mused almost to himself, as he found and felt the soft nub of flesh again exploring it, touching it ever so softly, brushing, "Does that feel good?" he asked innocently curiously watching her expressions whenever he touched her there.
 
She groaned her acknowledgement, nodding emphatically, her hand gripping the bedspread beneath them, knotting the fabric in her trembling hands. "God, yes." she moaned watching as he touched her, enticed by the way he seemingly worshiped her, exploring her body, learning her nuances. "Yes, it's fantastic!" she blurted out, becoming overwhelmed by his gentleness, his care for her and her needs. She had never had that, from anyone.
 
he continued to touch her with gentle care exploring her clit. and then moved his finger down searching for her opening, "Um, can I put a finger inside you? I want to see what it feels like." he asked shyly after a second of probing at her entrance. he blushed at the request but he didn't know if that was ok.
 
"Please, I want to feel you inside me." she gasped, more excited than she could ever remember being. A long low moan escaped her as his finger slid deep inside of her quivering body. She felt that familiar buliding, the slow swell of sexual energry curling inside her lower belly, tingling shocks down her legs. His finger began to move slowly in and out of her tight space. She had not ever been with many men, so she was still relatively tight to be someone with expereince. Her hands moved down, resting on his shoulders, kneading his flesh, caressing to the back of his neck, touching him, showing her approval of his actions. She moaned softly, her slick opening, the throbbing clit igniting under the slow torture.
 
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At her approval, he slowly slid his finger into her, feeling the slick heat, her tightness. "My penis, I mean... cock." he blushed at using the word, "will, err.. I mean would." he said correcting his presumption, "Fit in there?" he said, "Doesn't seem possible." he murmered as he slid his finger in and out slowly. The pad of his middle finger exploring her inner walls. Stroking and caressing her from the inside. He slowly pulled the finger out and moved it back to teas her clit.

He felt her encouraging touch and it made him feel more confident. He had always been someone that was very touch oriented, easily soothed by touch. Her touches worked as well or better than her words of encouragement, giving him the confidence to gently rub her clit, continuing to gently tease and please her body.
 
"Oh, I think you'll have no problem fitting, your cock is a very nice size." she said softly, still stroking and teasing his skin lightly. Her body was thurmming with his attention, she wanted him, needed him more than she had ever needed anything or anyone. She moaned louder as his fingers once again found the tender nub of flesh, her throbbing, aching clit. Her hand slid came to the side of his face directing his gaze so he could look into her eyes. "Please, make love to me, Zac."
 
Zac met her gaze as she asked, continuing to tease her clit. "I don't even know if I could do it right." he stammered, "I want to." he said blushing, "Are you sure its ok I'm a virgin?" he stammered slowly climbing to kneel between her legs, "Is this right?" he asked. He moved closer. He waited and then pulled back blushing, "I don't have any condoms." he said his face falling, "I'm sorry Kira." he said tears almost forming in his eyes. He was getting frustrated, afraid that he was doing things wrong, he had been trying to find how to enter her, and his cock was softening with his frustration, followed by this realization he had no condom.
 
She watched him, her green eyes soft as she saw him pull back. Her hand came to rest lightly on his chest. "I'm on the pill." she assured him. Slowly, she adjusted herself so that she could press him once again onto his back. She could feel the tension in him as his cock began to soften. Her lips found his as her hand moved down, caressing his cock, teasing him with gentle strokes.

She pulled back slowly, her lips kissing along his strong jaw and down the line of his throat. She could feel the quickness of his breath and his heart beat on her lips. Her hand teasing him to hardness again. "Do you want to be inside me?" she asked, her eyes meeting his. "Do you want to slide your thick cock into my tight pussy?"
 
he blushed at her words, but found them very arousing. Her sexy talk combined with her touch were returning him to hardness, making him relax just that little bit. "Yes." he said almost crimson with his blush. "I do, I want that... but I don't know how to..." he said sighing, and tensed again. "I'm afraid of letting you down." he said trying to sit up figuring he would try again to enter her.
 
She felt him about to rise, but stopped him with her smile. "Let me." she said softly. Her eyes never left his as she moved, holding his gaze even as she slid her legs over his. Pushing herself up on her arms, she sat on her knees, directly above his hard cock, still stroking him with her delicate fingers. "You're not going to let me down." she said, still holding his gaze as she positioned the head of his cock at the slick opening to her pussy.

The culmination of all her desires were locked in that moment, the feel of his body so close to hers, the way her heart pounded. This moment was finally real, finally hers, the way that she had always wanted it, needed it. Slowly, she spread her knees apart, letting his cock fill her, open her further. The feel of his hard hot flesh opening her was exhilarating. Slowly, she pulled him fully within her, her body adjusting to him, conforming around him.

Leaning forward, she took his mouth, kissing him as she began to move her hips, rocking in a slow rhythm. Her tongue barely brushing over his lips as her hips created the motion of their bodies, a spell wove around them, in that moment, it was them and no one else.
 
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He felt the slick heat. He had never felt anything like it. He tried to compare it to how it had felt in her mouth, and found that even those two were not easily compared. Both were two of the best feelings he had had, and both were so different. He kissed her back, "That feels good." he said very softly against her lips. He felt her breasts pressed to his chest. "Thank you Kira." he whispered, as he felt her move on him.
 
She caressed his face with her fingertips as she slowly rocked on his hips, her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips touching his in sensual embraces. Pushing herself up on her arms, she smiled as she looked down at him, her back arched rolling her hips over his hard cock, feeling him inside her. She moaned drawing close to her climax, her tempo increasing with the crescendo of movements. Her pussy flexed around him, gripping his hard cock as she looked down at him.
 
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His hands slid up her back and then down to find her breasts, reveling in feeling them in his hands, where they hung down provoketively, nipples brushing his chest. She had seemed to enjoy them being touched before so he did so now, slowly pinching and roling her nipples. His touches were as soft and sentual as her hip movements on his cock, as her inner muscles milked his cock. He couldn't even describe the sensations filling him, how amazing they felt.
 
She moaned aloud, arching her back, filling his hands with her breasts further. Her breath was coming in ragged pants as she milked his cock with the internal mucles of her body. She was closer now, riding him faster and harder, losing herself in the rhythm of their bodies. He felt so good inside of her, twisting her hips now, she changed her movements. The rush of pleasure caused her last moan to rise to a scream of passion. Her body shuddered, milking his cock with the spasms of her pussy.
 
The pleasure of this change of motion caused him to spill over the edge. He hadn't lasted long at all, but had done well for his first time. The fact that he had cum once already doing much to aid his stamina. As her body clenched and gripped him. He instinctively pushed his hips up into her as his body reached his release, squirting his cum up inside her.
 
She gasped upon his release, her body spasming around his cock. Clenching her internal muscles, she milked him, rocking her body, leaning forward, kissing him. Running her fingertips through his hair, holding him locked within her. Tears stung her eyes and she was helpless to hold them back as she pressed her face into his neck. Sadness overwhelmed her, this was the end. At least she would have memories, memories she could hold in her heart for the rest of her life. What would a guy like Zac see in her? She felt lucky to have gotten this far, this much from him.
 
Zac was overwhelmed by his release, but nevertheless noted her tears. He stiffened with fear with worry. "Did I hurt you?" he asked almost losing it. His voice was tight with agitation, "What did I do. Are you ok?" he said his questions coming quickly. He held her close afraid, "I'm sorry if I did something. I knew you wouldn't want me, I knew I would screw up. I hate being inexperienced." he said softly. "I enjoyed it, it felt so good, but if it hurt you or I did something wrong, I feel bad for enjoying it so much." he said sounding a bit ashamed.
 
"W-what?" she asked turning her face, leaning back just a enough to look at him? Had he hurt her? She'd only hurt herself, an emotional hurt that would not quickly heal, the worst kind. Wiping her eyes, she cupped his face between her soft hands, running her thumbs softly over his lips, before kissing them again. "No, Zac, you didn't hurt me at all. The opposite actually. I haven't felt that good in a long time." she blushed, feeling a little embarassed. He, of course, had no idea that it had been almost a year since her last relationship had withered and died.

"I'm just sad." she said laying her had back in the bend of his neck, closing her eyes. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes. She inhaled him, into her lungs, into her heart, into the blood coursing through her veins. She lay there, his body still held within hers, her mind wrapped around the moments of splendor that were quickly slipping away.
 
"Why are you sad?" he asked not relaxing, "Do you regret what we did or something?" he asked very uncomfortable feeling bad and shifted wanting out from under her, he felt trapped, guilty, confused. This as not what guys dreamed of, he didn't want his first time to be colored by this. He didn't understand. He sat up slowlly she falling to the side of him. he sat up putting his head in his hands all this was too overwhelming for him. He felt terrible now, like he had done something wrong. Had she not wanted this?
 
She sat up, shaking her head. "Of course I don't regret it. Being with you...touching you...I can't tell you how many times I've dreamt of doing just that. Of making love to you." She ran her had over his shoulder, squeezing it, trying to both gain his attention and release some of the pent up tension there. "I will never regret it, not for a second.

She sat there, wondering what to do. "I wanted to tell you...wanted you to know...I just--" she couldn't make the words come to her mouth. Couldn't force her tongue to push them past her lips. She wished she could just open her head and show him, open her heart and expose every secret desire she had ever had for the man. But her own common sense, her own reasoning kept her quiet.
 
"I don't understand why you're sad then." he said slapping his hands on his thighs with a resounding slap. "You gave so much to me, showed me so much... you made me so happy. I don't understand why you're sad then. If you don't regret it and I didn't do anything wrong." he was taunt as a bowstring resting his head in his hands. He felt like he'd done something wrong. He refused to look at her still filled with shame and doubt.
 
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