Playing the Role

[sandmartin]

I was torn between inviting him back to my place or finding a café. The trouble with either was that if I invited him back to my place he might get the wrong idea. On the other hand I could have some serious explaining to do if we were seen out together. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do any defending of my new friend if there was going to be nothing to defend.

He led me to his car. I guessed it was his parents, but said nothing. I could tell he was really nervous from the way he kept chattering about nonsense and I found it kind of cute, especially as he wasn’t making any moves on me.

We drove back to my parent’s house. They were out so things were cool. I poured us both a glass of coke and we chatted. It was nice to see him relax a little. After a while I asked him if he liked to play cards, and we played a few games. He got really nervous when we heard Mum and Dad pull up outside.
“Maybe I should go?” He suggested.
“It’s ok – really.” I reassured him. “They’re cool.”

I introduced him to my parents and noticed how shy and awkward he became with them present. Again I found that I liked that about him. After the formalities my parents left us to it and I invited him upstairs to my room to listen to some music.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I really couldn't get a grip on the situation. That's probably why I couldn't stop chattering like an idiot. I did enjoy her company, apart from obvious reasons, and wondered why she was wasting her time with me. Her parents seemed nice enough, but I got the impression her father was looking at me like all fathers with beautiful daughters must look at guys my age. Especially when those daughters bring those guys to their homes. My steps were slightly wooden as she led the way up to her room. She chatted away the names of some of her favorite music groups, some of them I recognized, and even liked.

She flipped through CD's as I took a slow look around her room. It wasn't as... girlish... as one my expect for a high school girl's room. Oh, there were the standards, but their was also a sense of maturity about the room. Broken only by the occassional stuffed animal. There were some photos of her with her friends, many of whom probably would frown down their noses at me. A few I recognized as being cast photos from the previous high school drama productions. I picked one up displaying last year's show.

"You've really got a knack for acting," I said. "You were great last year in A Doll's House." It wasn't exactly my favorite play, but it had been a good production.

 

[sandmartin]

“Thank you.” I answered a little coyly. “And you still haven’t told me why you really decided to join us this year?”

I flicked through my Cd’s, searching for something particular, not too much beat, but not too slow and sensual. I popped the cd on and watched him for a moment as he looked around my room, noticing his eyes linger on the picture of me in my bikini at the beach. It made me feel kind of sexy to catch him staring at my photo without him realising that I had caught him.

Where was this heading – I had no idea. I knew I liked him in lots of different ways, not least was his obvious nervousness with me, which was empowering. I didn’t feel intimidated or in the least bit threatened by his presence. Did he realise he was the first boy I had invited to my bedroom – probably not, how could he?

There was a knock on my door before Mum poked her head in. “We’re going out for something to eat. Would you and your friend like to join us Elizabeth?”

I saw the horror in Hal's eyes and suppressing a smile, politely declined Mum’s invitation. As the music started, I became intrigued. Dad would never have approved of my being alone in my room with a boy, and leaving us in my room while they went out could only mean he had been happy with what he saw when I introduced everyone.

I found this reassuring, and somehow lent me confidence. Moving to the window, I peered down and watched my parents depart. When I turned around Hal was still standing in the middle of my room looking lame and awkward.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked, stepping toward him.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

"Dance?" I echoed slightly. "I'm not much of a dancer." She didn't seem to want to take no for an answer though as she took another few steps forward.

"It's okay," she said "It's easy." She glided forward and wrapped herself easily into my arms. She moved easily and gracefully in time to the music, for my part I at least did not step on her feet.

"So why did you decide to join the cast this year?" she asked again.

"Um, a couple different reasons," I answered. "I know the play pretty well, my friends dared me to, mainly to try something new though."

It was strange to think that here I was, dancing with Elizabeth, in her room, alone, with no one else even in the house. I wondered what I had done recently that had so pleased God that he had rewarded me so.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Mostly. I just know the history behind the story, so I kind of wanted to see it done right. Best way to do that was be a part of the production." There was another reason, but I wasn't ready to go there just yet.

 

[sandmartin]

I smiled to myself naughtily as I felt him growing stiff, but made no attempt to disengage my thigh as his erection started to press against me. I had this overwhelming urge to reach down and touch it, but I didn’t dare. Instead I just pressed my head against his chest and listened to him stumble through his explanation of why he had joined our play. Instinct told me that there was more and I half guessed, or hoped, I knew what that more was.

The music played and we moved in time to the beat. I could tell he felt awkward and slightly nervous being so close, yet I also knew he was enjoying the feeling of our bodies in close contact. He was trying to push his bottom out, so his erection wouldn’t be quiet so obvious. For my part I did what I always did under such circumstances, pretend I hadn’t noticed anything at all.

Looking up into his eyes, I moved my lips up to his and we kissed and in that same instance I swear his penis must have leapt inside his trousers. His hands moved round from my back to my sides, holding my ribs, where they suddenly seemed to lose their nerve and halt their journey onward to my breasts.

I slide my hands down his back casually, bringing them to rest in the small of his back, just above his bum in the hope that he might take the hint that everything was okay. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to make the first move and I was left searching. This was definitely new territory for me. I was use to saying no, to pulling away, but not to taking the lead.

The feel of his penis jamming hard into me was making me curious. I wanted to see it, maybe even touch it – but definitely look at it. There was no definite line that led the way between getting him to show it me and where we were now. The compromise would of course be that he would want to see me and that road almost certainly led to sex. Sex equalled pregnancy which in turn meant babies and I wasn’t even sure I was ready to show him my boobs, never mind anything really sexual. How on earth could I get him to show me what he had in his trousers without going too far, or better still not showing him me?

These thoughts came in a mixed whirl of hazy, disjointed ideas that lacked any real conscious train of logic. My hands moved down to his bum as we kissed, gently probing with our tongues. My heart was thumping madly in my chest while his hands seemed to have glued themselves to my ribcage. I suddenly became aware that my nipples had become as hard as diamonds and I wondered if he was conscious of that. This fuelled my own embarrassment – would he be able to see if we parted now? And what would he think if he did?

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I was painfully stiff when her hands traveled down to rest on my ass. My thoughts started coming a little unglued as my blood began to heat up again. All I knew for sure was how good Elizabeth felt in my hands. She was soft and warm, and my hands were aching to continue their journey north. I wanted to see what her breasts felt like under my touch, but wasn't sure what her reaction would be. It was starting to become obvious that she harbored an attraction for me. Her tongue in my mouth and her hands on my rear were evidence of that, but I still wasn't sure how far those feelings went. The fact that I had fantazied about the possibilities of this moment wasn't helping things any.

The fingers on one of my hands turned inward slightly and brushed the swelling at the underside of her breast. It was a light movement, one I could easily apologize for if she blew up at me. I didn't seem likely as her hands continued their fondling. I really wanted to explore just how far this could go, but didn't have any basis to go on. There were a couple thoughts of sheer idiocy I could try, but I'd really hate it if things turned sour at this point. However, Elizabeth was worth the risk. We continued our explorations and I began to wonder just how far this actually could go.

 

[sandmartin]

My stomach was full of butterflies. It was a paradoxical situation, on the one hand I really wanted to see him without his trousers on, but I was also scared of where that would end. I was leading this intimate voyage, but I didn’t know how to take real control of the situation. Being in charge had one big advantage, you took control and all I had to do was control this situation – ALL I HAD TO DO – Jeez!

“Have you ever been with a girl before?” I asked nervously, breaking our embrace and not daring to look him in the eye.

His surprise mirrored my own. I couldn’t believe I had just said that to him, what was I thinking? More importantly, what must he be now thinking – probably that I was some sex-starved creature who was just gagging for it!

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I was dumbstruck for a moment, unsure how to respond. Her question had put me more than just a little off balance. Not only where it had come from, but what did it mean?

She wasn't looking me in the eye, or even really at my face. That was actually a good thing at the moment, the closeness between us afforded me an unexpected view. Her shirt had a rather loose neckline to begin with, and with our near we were I had a rather full view. My eyes were drawn of their own accord down to the soft curves of the cleft between her breasts. Almost as surprising was the way her nipples were standing out from her shirt. Just exactly what had brought all this on?

"No," I finally answered in a short voice. "I... I don't date that much." The question hadn't really been an invitation, but it was raising all sorts of questions and possibilities in my own mind. What exactly did she want from me? What did I want from her? Where was this going to?

Her breathing was deep, which was causing all sorts of things to happen under that shirt of hers. Which, in turn, was making it hard for me to concentrate.

 

[sandmartin]

Somehow fate has a way of taking a hand in things. I suddenly turned, for no other reason than I was embarrassed, twisting myself around as a hot flush raced up my neck and across my face. As I span around, my hand swung with me, connecting with the tent pole sticking out of the front of his trousers. In that same instance he doubled over, clutching his groin.
“Shit! I’m sorry – it was an accident!” I cried, instinctively lowering my hand towards his injured appendage and just as quickly pulling it back again.

He stood up with a grimace on his face, but looking just as embarrassed as I was.
“I’m sorry – are you okay?” My concern was very genuine. Under any other circumstances I might have found the situation humorous. “Can I get you anything?”
“Err… No – it’s okay.” He blushed.
“Do you need the bathroom – you know, to check?” A dark thought crept into my mind.
“No it’s fine – really.”
“Look – why don’t you lie down for a moment on my bed, just rest up for a moment.” Without waiting for an answer, I took his hand and manoeuvred him to my bed. Despite his feeble protests, I got him to lie down and slipped his shoes off for him so he could place his legs on my bed. The bulge in his trouser front had disappeared.

“Can I get you anything – a brandy or something?”
“No – really.”
“What about some ice?”
“NO!”
“We really should check everything is okay?” My hand rested on his thigh; wicked thoughts running through my mind as my heart raced in my chest. Would he let me pull his trousers off?

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Somehow I was on her bed with my shoes off and her hand on my thigh. My groin still throbbed slightly from her inadvertent blow, but the pain was receding quickly. Somehow I was more aware of her presence now then a few moments ago when we were dancing close together. Perhaps it was the fact that we were both on her bed, a place I had imagined myself before but the reality of the situation was heavier. Perhaps it was the dark gleam that seemed to be hidden into back in her eyes, which made me a little more nervous and also slightly curious. I was also acutely aware of the soft touch of her fingers on my thigh. All sorts of things were running through my head at the moment, and I was a little unsure where to go.

Her questions as to whether or not I had ever been with a girl before still was very much in the forefront of my mind. I couldn't help but let the images of her body flash through my mind; her long graceful legs, the sway of her hips, the lovely swell of her generous breasts, her pouty lips. And she was still practically kneeling over me.

"You want to check?"

Now, I knew I had meant it as a somewhat shocked question, but she apparently heard it as an offer as her fingers snaked to my belt. I wanted to clarify, but the moisture seemed to leave my mouth just as the blood left my head. I was still throbbing below the belt, but it wasn't just pain anymore.

 

[sandmartin]

"You want to check?"

My hand reached to the belt of his trousers. I didn’t want to consider this, just react, knowing that if I gave it any thought at all I would back away. I unclasped his belt, tried to keep my fingers from shaking as the leather slipped through the metal buckle. I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my nervous excitement.

In my darkest dreams, the ones that I never shared with anyone, not even my closest and most trusted friend, I had dreamt about sneaking to the boys locker room and stealing a peek at the naked boys. I had even worked out how it might be achieved in reality, but in the safety of dreams you never got caught. I had often dreamt about finding a boy who was kind of paralysed, don’t ask me how, the imagination doesn’t consider the logistics behind such things, he was blindfolded and therefore unable to see me or prevent me from taking his trousers down and just having a good look. The whole point was that I got to see them and they didn’t get to see me! Now, here I was actually living that dream for real!

My fingers fumbled with the button of his trousers, I glanced nervously across to his face as I knelt on the floor level with his hip. Okay, so Hal wasn’t actually paralysed, though he might just as well have been; his arms lay rigid at his side. Neither was he blindfolded, but that didn’t matter either, because he was staring straight up at the ceiling and not looking at me at all.

I slid the zip down. Another tingle of excitement passed through me as I felt the bulge in his trousers. Carefully I folded the front of his trousers open to see his shorts. It wasn’t enough, there was no way I was going to get to see him properly like that. I leaned across him, hardly daring to breathe as I worked my hands between his arms and grasped the waist of his trousers.

Try as I might, I couldn’t manage to pull his trousers down. Fighting to control the quiver in my voice, I said without looking at him.
“If you want me to take a look you’ll have to help me – lift your bottom up.”

He groaned. I could tell he felt awkward and embarrassed, but at that moment I didn’t care too much about that, I was in charge and living my dream. He shuffled clumsily, raising his bottom off the bed a few inches and I pulled his trousers and underwear down in one movement, peeling them halfway down his thighs, trying not to look directly at his ‘thing’, saving it until he had settled back on the bed and wouldn’t catch me looking at him.

I could barely contain my smile as he lay back on my bed and I looked at his gently bobbing up and down as it pointed up the bed. I looked at the crinkly sack nestling between his thighs and could just make out the basic outline of his testicles enclosed within. I was fascinated at the revelation bared before me, looking closer I could see the purple coloured tip and little slit poking out of the end of the skin wrapped around the top of his penis.

I moved down the bed and took hold of the legs of his trousers, yanking them down so he was completely naked from the waist down. I wanted to touch him and was playing for time, mustering the courage to do it. My breathing was tight and shallow as I circled back around the bed and knelt beside him again, my eyes fixed on the heavily veined erection still pulsation against his abdomen.

Reaching out with my fingers, fearing divine retribution would strike me down the moment I touched and surprised when it didn’t as my finger tips closed onto him. With the gentlest of touch, I slowly slid my fingers down his shaft, watching, almost mesmerised as the skin slipped slowly down to reveal his acorn shaped head. I almost jumped with fright as I heard him suck air in between his teeth.
“I’m sorry,” I said with genuine concern, “Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head stiffly and I turned my attention back to my exploration, easing back the skin as far as it would go to fully reveal his head. It was deep purple in colour, totally contrasting in colour to the rest of his penis and I wondered if that was a result of bruising caused by my hand hitting him.

When I let go the skin moved back along his engorged penis without concealing the purple head. I touched it with the lightest of touch using just my finger.
“Does that hurt?” I asked, not taking my eyes off it for a moment.

I think he shook his, but couldn’t be certain. Taking my thumb and finger, I very gently squeezed his acorn head and asked the question again, this time watching his response.
“Well it looks kind of bruised to me.” I said innocently. “It’s very red, a sort of purple.”
“That’s okay.” He gasped. “Normal really.”
“Oh!” I replied with genuine surprise.

I inched my fingers down his hard penis, squeezing gently every once in a while and asking him repeatedly if it hurt when I did it. Always he replied that it didn’t and as I reached the base my eyes settled on his sack. These I knew were very delicate and I wondered if that was where I had caused the damage.

Exercising extreme caution, I worked my hand between his thighs. He helped me a little by parting his legs slightly so I get my fingers underneath him. Carefully I lifted the soft bag and again asked the question, feeling the two globes within shifting in my fingers. I gained the same response as before and laid my thumb down on top of his sack. I could now see his two testicles more clearly defined as my thumb sank lightly between them.
“What about there?”
“It’s fine.” He muttered through clenched teeth.
“Well where does it hurt?” I was confused. I had definitely hit him, and done so quiet hard, how could he not be hurting anywhere after the way he doubled up?
“No! I think I’m okay.”
“Oh!” Again, surprised by his reply as I stared at the tip of his penis. There was something glistening in the light, right at the slit in the top of his penis.

The penny dropped – it was pre-cum, I did know that much about boys. That’s how girls could some times get pregnant even if the man did not ejaculate during sex. I was fascinated and overwhelmed with intrigue. This was like the best possible biology lesson ever!
“Well if it doesn’t hurt anywhere,” I said, still fixated by the tiny drop of semen at the end of his penis. “We should probably check it’s still working okay.”
“Huh!?” He twisted his head to look at me.
“You know,” I said coyly, “make sure it’s still functioning and everything.”

He stared at me incomprehensibly, his eyes wide in disbelief. I suddenly realised what I was saying, what he must be thinking. I didn’t mean ‘have sex’, I meant do what all boys did and some times what girls did for them – masturbate, and I kind of liked the idea that I might be able to watch.
“I could fetch some tissue?” I offered lamely – hopefully.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I was in a different place as her fingers gently explored my penis. Her touch was soft and inquisitive, and I could sense her curiosity through it. As she brought my erection back to where it had been a few minutes ago, a kind of visceral determination set in the back of my mind. If she was going to use me to further her knowledge of the opposite sex, then so I was going to use her for the same. I wasn't sure how far this was going to go, nor how far I could really take things, but I wanted to try. I was wondering how when she made her suggestion. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant at first.

I could fetch some tissue?

It clicked. She wanted to watch me masturbate, maybe even help me along. It was hard to tall what was going on in that exquisite mind of hers, but her skin was a little flushed. Was she getting a little excited herself? I decided to take a gamble.

I propped myself up on my elbows a little. "It doesn't just work that way," I said. Okay, it was a lie, but worry over the issue later. "Guys can't just..." I left it hanging trying to find a good way to say it. She looked up at me inquisitively. "We need a little... outside stimulation to... put us over the edge." It wasn't a complete lie. "I wouldn't just be able to just..."

A look of understanding came into her eyes, and disappointment? "What, would you need?" She asked after a moment.

"Well, something to look at would help." I couldn't believe we were actually discussing this, or that I was actually thinking of doing it. "Maybe if you were to undress," I stopped myself from adding 'a little,' "I think I would be able to." That was an understatement, it wasn't going to take much at all to send me over. In fact, I was kind of surprised I hadn't already. Her hand was so soft.

 

[sandmartin]

"It doesn't just work that way, guys can't just... we need a little... outside stimulation to... put us over the edge... I wouldn't just be able to just..."
“Oh!” That was a surprise, and a disappointment. I thought guys just did it any time they felt like it, but it kind of made sense that they couldn’t. “What would you need?”
"Well, something to look at would help." Now that explained why guys were so fascinated with girlie mags, only I didn’t have any such thing – why would I? I wondered if my Dad did, it didn’t seem likely. "Maybe if you were to undress I think I would be able to.”

My heart fluttered quickly as his words sank in. I pondered this for a moment, my eyes glued to his penis not daring to meet his gaze.
“Your only going to look – right?” My eyes still not turning away from his throbbing erection. How on earth did they get that into you without it hurting?
“I promise – as you’ve only really looked at me…”

I sensed the plea after all it’s only fair in his voice. It did seem a small price in the overall scheme of things, yet it appeared a gigantic step to me – you know, take my clothes off in front of a guy.
“Would I need to take everything off?” I asked nervously, somehow knowing the answer before I’d asked the question.
“To be sure…” He left the sentence unfinished, but we both knew what he meant was if I wanted to see him ejaculate.

My jaw tightened apprehensively. Wrenching my gaze from his cock I looked at him. “You won’t try anything?”
“No.”

He looked as if he couldn’t believe this was happening anymore than I could and I found that reassuring, probably because it suggested there was no hidden agenda. I took a shaky breath as my fingers reached to the buttons of my blouse. From the corner of my eye I watched him as I undid my buttons and slipped my blouse down my shoulders. More reassurance came as I caught him glance quickly at my still concealed breasts and then avert his gaze.

Encouraged by his demeanour, I stood up to remove my jeans, again I watched him carefully sideways on, ready for any sudden move. I could feel myself flushing brightly as I stood in my room, poised to go naked for the first time in front of a guy who had no trousers on as he lay on my bed. My bra fell from my shoulders and uncovered my breasts.

It was my turn to look away as his gaze turned to meet me. I was very conscious of they way my nipples stood out and half expected to hear him laugh at me. My face burned brightly as I slide my panties down my thighs and stood up straight in front of him. As if it were possible, his penis seemed to have grown even bigger as his eyes bounced from the top of my thighs to my breasts and back again.
“Is that okay?” I asked hoarsely, feeling foolish at the same time.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I hadn't quite realized I had been holding my breath the entire time she slide her clothes off her lithe frame. Her breasts were perfectly rounded and bounced slightly as she moved. Her nipples seemed to stand out and I found my eyes trying to memorize even the tiniest details. Her skin seemed smooth and flawless and I wanted to brush my fingers along it.

I followed her hands as they moved over her soft hips and slid her panties down. I was bolted in place and I felt my erection throb. The dark downy curls between her legs looked so soft and I was consumed with a burning curiosity to explore. I wondered what it would like to be... inside her. She stood there before me looking for all the world likely a nervous and blushing Venus.

"Is that okay" She asked with a slight rasp in her voice.

My throat was dry. "Yes," I answered feeling foolish for being so tongue tied, wishing I knew what else to say. What do you say to the most beautiful girl in the world who has just stripped down so you could masturbate. Didn't they make cheesy pornos like this?

I let me eyes drink her in before I noticed she was looking at me expectantly and biting her lip slightly. My erection was demanding attention. I wanted to explore every soft curve of her body, but surely that would be crossing some line. There was nothing really left but to move forward with my unspoken promise, however it didn't seem like I would be able to last too long and I wanted this to last as long as possible.

I let my fingers slip around the head of my penis, slowly begging to stroke upward in slow measured movements. I couldn't ever remember being this hard, this was far beyond where I had been a few moments ago. My fingers rolled up and down my shaft. I kept my movements slow and paced. My eyes continued to roam over her naked form as she shifted her stance slightly. For her sake, her eyes seemed glued to my hand and erection. That was a blessing in itself, I was unsure how I should react to her undressing before me, never mind what would happen if I found myself looking into her deep eyes.

 

[sandmartin]

Nervously I stood before him, allowing his appraisal of me as his eyes wandered all over me. I felt very conscious of every lump and bump his eyes travelled across. Not to mention my pet hates, my thighs were, in my opinion, too big, as was my bum. But he didn’t ask me to turn around and whilst I couldn’t quite keep my eyes on him, they kept flitting back to him as he stared at my breasts and the curly plume crowning my thighs. At any moment I expected him to ask me to show myself to him properly, and by that I meant my most secret place.

Nothing happened. In fact the silence was deafening as we both waited naked in my bedroom for something, anything, to happen that would break the deadlock. My stomach kept doing these little cartwheels and I became more and more nervous and self-conscious as he lay on the bed staring at me. Biting my lip, not daring to ask, I fixed my gaze on him, willing him to get on with it. He glanced up at me and caught me looking at him. As if remembering our pact, his hand slid over his hip and closed about his hard penis.

I could tell he felt embarrassed, but I figured his embarrassment was no greater than mine. At first my eyes refused to watch him for anything longer than a second or two. I don’t know why considering I had been openly staring at him, even touching him a few minutes earlier. But something had changed since I had undressed, making me feel less confident of myself.

As I began to relax I found my gaze fixing for longer periods on his engorged cock until I was just standing there watching the purple acorn head disappearing and reappearing from the hood of skin that slipped up and down his shaft. I became absorbed with fascination, the way his balls moved in rhythm as he masturbated himself. And the more absorbed I became, the less concerned I was about where he was looking at me.

In the end everything centred around three things: his cock, his hand and his balls. Stranger still, I became aware that the whole spectacle was having an affect on me. My breasts began to feel full and heavy, my nipples hard, almost painfully so, and there was a strange ache in my tummy. These were things that I was only vaguely aware of, in a detached kind of way, like the dampness I could feel between my legs. My gaze still centred on what was happening before me, afraid to blink in case I missed it.

As time drew on, I actually began to think that nothing was going to happen. I also had this overwhelming urge to be apart of whatever it was and I found myself standing beside my bed, looking straight down at his privates. I lowered myself to the floor, no longer caring that I was denying him what he said was the essential ingredients to his success, a clear view of my naked body.

Glancing up at him for the first time in ages, our eyes met, he kind of nodded, as if he could read my thoughts – could he, really? My hand moved forward hesitantly, then with more confidence. His hand moved away and mine replaced it. Slowly I began to simulate what he had been doing, moving my hand up and down his big meaty penis. His own hand occasionally interrupted me, closing about my own to increase the tempo and then suddenly it happened.

His hand closed on mine, squeezing gently, holding it still as his thighs and whole being seemed to tense. A big spurt jetted out of him. Eyes wide, I cried out in surprise, then laughed a little as I tried to snatch my hand away. His penis continued spurting out as he groaned. It went everywhere, up his chest, over his stomach, even dribbling out on my hand.

I sat back, grinning without realising it, as I wiped the gooey stuff on my thigh, immediately regretting the reflect action as I could feel the cool stuff smeared across my leg.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

At first things were very strange, she was just standing there taking only furtive glances at what I was doing. Of course I had never even admitted to masturbating, much less had thought of doing it in front of somebody. As the minutes passed we both kind of grew used to the situation. Not only did I grow used to her eyes watching me as I worked my shaft, I discovered I liked the idea. The most desirable girl I knew and she was standing over me watching as I masturbated to her naked body.

It seemed she had moved closer to the bed, and my view of her body was perfect. Indeed her body was perfect, although it seemed as if her breasts were slightly bigger and her nipples certainly were standing out into the air. The rest seemed to happen in a quick series of intangible events. She was kneeling next to the bed. I was disappointed for a moment that I couldn?t see her dark curls, but only for a second before our eyes met. Then her hand had replaced mine, and she was stroking smoothly and rapidly. I gripped her hand and held it tightly as it happened. The most explosive orgasm I had ever felt racked my body. I came in massive waves, surprising myself with the amount and force of the spurts.

She laughed and sat back with a genuine grin on her face. I took a moment before trying to speak. "Wow," I breathed out lowly, "It's never been like that before."

 

[sandmartin]

“Why – I mean that’s good, right?”
“U-huh!” He flopped back on the bed as I watched his penis shrink before my eyes.
“So why was it so much better?”
“You.” He answered simply, before adding. “Instead of a picture I mean.”
“Well at least we know it works!” I giggled.

A prolonged pause seemed to hang in the air between us.
“Do you need the bathroom to clean up?”
“Err! I guess.”

I pointed to the door leading to my private bathroom and watched him gingerly climb off the bed and head towards it. Cute bum, I thought to myself mischievously. As soon as he had gone I looked down at my finger and raised it cautiously to my lips. I tasted the residue of his cum and found the salty taste not entirely pleasant or horrible.

While I waited for him I began to wonder what it would be like. Nervous thoughts began to gather in my mind like dark clouds looming. I didn’t dress myself, I waited naked for his returning, knowing what I wanted to say, but not sure how to say it. He emerged from the bathroom trying to look casual as he hid himself behind his hand. He looked surprised to find me still in the nude.
“Ummm! If you don’t want to it’s okay. I mean I won’t be offended or anything.” This was coming out all wrong. “I just thought, you know, that we might try it – but I’ll understand if you don’t want to – do you have protection – if you want to that is?”

 

[LongshanksSierra]

Her body posture seemed nervous, but her eyes smoldered. "Well," I began trying not to trip over my words. "Of course, I mean yes, I want to. And I... I have one," I said with a vague wave of my hand towards my jeans on the floor which held my wallet. "But do you, you know, really want to?"

She stood there a moment looking at me with devilishly arched eyebrows, then nodded a few times quickly.

"Okay," I said. I moved over to where my pants were and retrieved the condom from my wallet. This is it, I thought. This is really it. This is going to happen.

I moved back over to where she stood, gingerly holding the small packet in my fingers. We stood there a moment just looking at each other. She raised one hand and brushed it along my chest slightly, bringing us back into physical contact. I couldn't understand why I was still nervous about this. My hand reached out and lay gently on her waist. I pulled her towards me slowly and pressed my lips to hers. Our bodies seemed to press together of their own accord. The kiss grew, and my arm reached around to pull her closer to me. Her breasts pushed against my chest, her nipples seemed to dig into my skin. Her own arms encircled my neck and pulled me closer. I felt the blood return to my penis, not yet reaching a true erection as it brushed along her thigh.

My kisses traveled from her lips to her chin and down her jaw line. She moved backward towards the bed, pulling me with her.

 

[sandmartin]

Stepping carefully, using my foot as a guide, I moved back toward the bed. When my foot found the bed, I lowered myself down, taking him with me as I coyly slipped onto the bed. I still felt extremely self-conscious and was determined that my secret place should remain unseen if at all possible.

He lay on top of me and we kissed long and passionately. His hands, though nervous, were like magic, leaving me wanting for lack of what I should do with my own hands. When he suddenly moved down from lips, kissing his way inch by wonderful inch to my breasts I thought I would be over come with passion and didn’t mind one bit that his fingers slipped between my thighs and gingerly worked their way back up to find my most sacred place.

All I could do was run my hands up and down his back, over his bottom and back again in endless circles. We rolled on the bed so we lay side by side. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and reached down for it as his hands continued to explore me.

My knees parted, granting him yet further access, feeling his fingers probing my sex until they found the opening they were searching for. I stiffened nervously as a finger slipped inside me and withdrew, slick with my own lust. Our kisses became frantic, we broke, both of us breathing heavily as he wrestled with the wrapping of the condom. I could tell he was embarrassed of his lack of experience at putting one on. Having no experience of it myself, I felt no inclination to help him out.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

There was surely some design flaw built into wrappers for condoms. You would think they would be easier to open all things considered. Her fingers moving up and down my shaft, pulling at my cock slightly, did little to help the situation. Finally the wrapper gave way and the condom spilled into my hand. It seemed so flimsy for such an important thing. Applying it was easier than opening it, the slick latex unrolled quickly down my shaft and it seemed as if she enjoyed watching the process. Her hand replaced mine, gently moving up and down the slippery sheath.

Our eyes met again and we both scooted closer together on the bed, bringing our bodies into close contact. One of my arms circled around her back, holding her close and rubbing up and down. Our lips met again as the broke into another furious storm of kisses. Our lips and tongues played fiercely over each others, hungry for the intimate contact. My other hand slid down her abdomen and through the soft patch of dark curls.

As my fingers found the warm and soft flesh of her nether lips her legs parted almost instinctively, inviting me in. I left my movements slow but firm as I explored. Her moist opening allowed a gentle probe and she squirmed softly in response letting out a little moan. Her hand squeezed my penis in reply, and I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to let this last. My finger moved in small circles, gently testing her opening and she squirmed again, her hips gyrating. She squeezed me again, a little insistently, and a short groan pushed through our kisses from my throat. Part of me was screaming to roll her over and thrust into that invitation. The little part of me that was still slightly rational wanted to make sure she enjoyed this as much as I surely was going to.

"Do you..." I said between breaks in our insistent lip play. "Want to... be on top?" Her eyes held a question as she gently pulled a kiss over my lower lip. I pulled her close and her breasts poked into my chest. "I've heard that..." I nipped slightly over her jaw, "That girls can get where they're going ..." her tongue slid over my lips "quicker if they're on top." My finger pushed a little deeper inside her slick folds, "Or I can take care of it."

 

[sandmartin]

I considered his suggestion nervously. I knew what was about to happen, and I was worried that he might hurt me when he put it in me, but there was no escaping the warm sensations sweeping through me, we would do it. If I lay on top of him I would have greater control, it might be less painful. On the other hand I would have to look down at him as he stared up at me and I’d feel awkward doing it, at least controlling it while he watched me – better let him take the lead, especially as it was my first time.
“Properly.” I answered between kisses, like ‘properly’ was supposed to mean something.

Twisting around so my back was to my bed, I lowered myself down to sit on the edge, pulling him with me as though our lips were welded together. He knelt on the floor in front of me as we continued to kiss, his hand moved forward, pressing gently between my knees as his other hand found my breast and slowly stroked it, fingers spread wide and joining together as they reached my nipple. Oh God this was heaven – why had I never tried this before!?

My thighs moved apart, opening before his fingers as they traced lines along my inner thigh. It was embarrassing; I was so wet down below that even I could feel it. I kept my arms around his neck in case he should try to break our kissing and discover how embarrassed I was from the redness of my face.

When his fingers finally reached my pussy I practically jumped out of my skin. I laughed, I couldn’t help it. He responded with a brief chuckle and then I started giggling until his hand returned. Slowly I leaned back on the bed and he followed, led by his lips right up until he could no longer lean across me but had to rise off his knees.

A brief pause, I assumed he was getting off the floor. Then I felt his lips close over my nipple. It was wonderful, my hands held his shoulders as I exhaled deeply; I didn’t want him to stop. His fingers started probing again between my thighs and I parted my legs more fully for him.

He seemed to be hesitating, switching his lips from one breast to the other, somehow distracted from what he was doing. If was as though he was trying to make his mind up about something, or maybe find the courage. It occurred to me that perhaps I hadn’t been paying enough attention to him, that he might not be stiff any longer and therefore unable to do it.

His lips left my nipple, kissing their way down the mound of my breast to the valley between them, and then they turned southward toward my belly. I gasped as I realised where he was heading, reluctant to allow him such intimacy, such a naked and raw view of me, yet strangely unwilling to stop him.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I found myself kissing a trail down her stomach before even realizing where I was going. Her body seemed a little tense in my hands, but her legs were open and inviting so I kept going. My lips left little, pulling kisses on her stomach as I worked my way down. Her fingers made gentle scratches along my shoulders as she held on.

My finger rubbed up and down along the length of her lips as I finally came into view of her pussy. The patch of dark curls above seemed a little accent, soft and inviting that I let my fingers trail through slightly. Her skin was so pink as my fingers trailed down over her lips. She was warm to the touch, and moist to a point I hadn't expected. I knew that girls got wet when they were excited, but I hadn't thought it would be like this. I let my eyes linger on the soft folds before my fingers resumed their probing. Her lips parted and I found myself drinking in the sight of her most intimate places. I brushed lightly over a little nub of flesh at the apex of her opening. She squirmed on the bed and her breathing seemed deep and heavy. I slid the tip of my finger inside her opening slightly before taking the next step.

I leaned closer and began to lightly kiss along those silky folds. I tried to mirror the way our kisses had been a minutes ago. Slowly building in intensity, letting her motions guide me, letting my tongue begin to work a little. I didn't know at all what I was doing, but I was enjoying every minute of it. Elizabeth seemed to be enjoying it too, her hands wrapped around my head and her fingers rolled through my hair. I let my kisses play all over her pussy while my tongue sent a few gentle licks up and down. My finger swirled around lightly at her opening in between my ministrations.

The more she responded, the more my confidence grew at what I was doing. I still felt slightly foolish, but was really beyond caring at this point. It was a little difficult to keep my mind entirely on what I was doing, my thoughts kept drifting. I was wondering what it was going to feel like to be inside her, to slide the head my cock in between her lips.

 

[sandmartin]

HE TOUCHED ME!!! His lips, or his tongue, or something touched me! My thighs reacted with a reflex action, tensing and almost closing. It took all my willpower to relax and allow them to open. As he touched me again I realised my back was arching, inviting him, willing him to do it again.

My fingers clawed at the bed covers as my breathing became heavy. Conscious and deliberate thought escaped me as I became lost to the strange and wonderful feelings washing over me. His hair tickled the inside of my thighs as his mouth moved over my wet sex, heightening the sensations.

I couldn’t stand any more of his attentions. My hands reached down to him, pulling insistently at his shoulders, trying to convey my need without actually speaking the words. He shifted, moving back up my body and I felt his stiff cock nudging against my thighs as he moved over me. My heart started pounding nervously as he brushed up between my legs, making its way up toward my sex.

 

[LongshanksSierra]

I gratefully allowed myself to be pulled upward, letting my lips kiss back up over her body. There was a heat in her eyes that I was sure must be mirrored in my own. Her thighs rubbed up and down on mine as we moved back on the bed, her hands slid down to my waist and pulled me towards her. Although I had no real conscious efforts my body seemed to be acting on instinct. The tip of my cock pressed between her moist lips which spread open at the touch. Her sex slowly enveloped me as I slid down into her, enjoying every sensation. She gripped me tightly, but also seemed to welcome as my cock pushed inside. She writhed beneath me, chewing on her lower lip as my length buried itself in her hot insides. Although it probably only took a few seconds, it seemed like an eternity before I had thrust every inch of my cock into her pussy.

We lay there a moment, kissing furiously as our bodies got used to the sensation of being intertwined. Her legs wrapped their way around my waist and my arms slid under her back holding her tight. Her breasts pushed up against my chest and I could feel her nipples stiffly poking into my skin.

We began to try and find some sort of rhythm of movement. I thrust down into her while her hips ground up against mine. Eventually our motions guided us towards some sort of balance of effort. Then we were actually having sex. Not just two bodies grinding against each other in some vague pursuit of pleasure. Some small, rational part of my brain was screaming that I was having sex with Elizabeth Drake, the girl I had been fantasizing about forever. That part of my brain was faded away to nothing as our movements became more intense, more driven.

 

[sandmartin]

I felt every inch of him filling me as he pushed inside. There was a strange tugging sensation, followed by a brief pain, not so sharp as to really hurt, but enough to notice. My virginity was gone, I was a woman and the momentous occasion passed with no recognition or acknowledgement from him, in fact I don’t think he was even aware of it.

His hips forced my legs to open wider still as he slipped his entire length into me. We lay knotted together, neither of us daring to move as our lips danced together, some times it seemed that they followed a sweet ballad, other times it might have been as wild and ferocious as the heaviest rock music. I felt the fullness of him inside me, more so as he started to move our hips.

My breasts were tingly as my hardened nipples pressed against his firm chest and moved with the rhythm of our hips. The sensations sweeping through me were strangely alien, all consuming and wonderful. I wanted it to never end, to ride the crest of whatever tidal wave I could feel building within me for eternity. I gasped at the wonder of it all, allowing myself to succumb to the passion as I closed my eyes and sank into depths of emotional heaven.