Authors: Ava Michaels
I
gasped. It wasn’t because he really didn’t wear underwear just like his dating
said. Even though I was surprised it was true. It was because I couldn’t help
but think he would murder my vagina with his dick. I took a deep breath.
“What?”
he asked, pushing his pants to his
feet.
With
one hand I grabbed his cock and moved my hand up and down. He leaned back and I
took as much as I could in my mouth. He grunted ferociously and I was waiting
for him to kick. I kissed down his shaft and slowly licked his balls, making
them flinch. I must have been doing something right, I hoped.
I
took him in my mouth once more and continued to suck and rub his shaft until it
tightened even more. I let go of him and stood up. He slipped his tongue in my
mouth as grabbed both of my ass cheeks with each of his hands. It sent a fire
through me that stopped at all my most sensitive spots…
He
moved past me and sat down on the couch. He pulled me on top of him and I could
feel his solidness underneath me, rubbing against the area that needed the most
attention. He raised my skirt while rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.
“Would
you mind taking these down for me?” I whispered, licking my lips like I thought
I was supposed to.
He
took me in his mouth and our lips danced with more passion than before. His
hands pushed deeper into me touching my underwear. Smiling, he lifted my skirt
even higher to reveal my thong. I pressed my body against Ryder’s chest that
was now dappled with sweat. He started gasping as I took his dick in my hand
again. He rose up and gently pulled my panties down. I wiggled my hips to help
him, feeling sexy, truly sexy for the first time in my life, and then kicked
them off and pushed him back against the couch. I was now trying to mimic one
of the girls that
was
in one of the two pornos I had
seen.
I
positioned myself over him, straddling his body and leaning down to kiss him
deeply. He hungrily kissed me back. When we released, I caressed his chest up
and down and whispered one thing.
“Just
promise to take this a little bit slow?”
He
nodded, gently rubbing my breasts that were hanging out of my top that was a
sweaty bunch around my waist now.
“You’re
so beautiful, Ol,” he whispered
“Condom…”
I moaned. I knew the dangers of sex and diseases and becoming pregnant happened
too many times after a girls’ first time.
He
reached in the coffee table drawer and rustled through until he pulled out a
newly wrapped condom. He ripped it open and threw the wrapper on the floor. His
hands deftly, almost imperceptibly placed the condom over his erection. I
giggled as I always thought the best protection would be HARRY POTTER CONDOMS.
In case you need an invisibility cloak for your man’s wand while entering the
chamber of secrets so you don't get
hogwarts
…
I
smiled.
“What?”
he whispered.
“Nothing,”
I said, kissing him.
I
slowly lowered myself onto him, taking one of Ryder’s gentle hands and placing
a finger in my mouth, biting it softly as I felt the heat and size of him
sliding up inside me. Ryder was groaning almost as loud as me as I sank down
over him. I stayed there for a moment, feeling his weight beneath me and the
intensity of what we were doing. I didn’t move, I just closed my eyes and let
my body adjust to this entirely new experience as the heat of desire washed over
me.
There
was no feeling in the world like it. My bottom was flat against Ryder’s hips
and I could feel every inch of him inside me. It hurt a little, just enough to
be good. Just enough to make me feel a little bad, a little naughty, and I
involuntarily started rocking myself up and down a little, chewing my lip and
whispering incoherent things.
His
lips moved along my collarbone and then to my cleavage before slipping my bra
off. He licked and sucked my right nipple. After a few moments he alternated to
my other one. They tingled down my stomach while I arched into him. He pumped
into to me as I anchored myself against him. I moaned loudly, as the mixture of
pain and pleasure overcame me. I only got louder when he reached down and
massaged my clit with his thumb.
“Oh,
Ol…” he kept murmuring, pushing his hips up into me as I sat happily riding on
top of him. His free hand was on my breasts, my cheeks, and stroking my hair as
I rode him into the most incredible explosion of heat and pleasure imaginable as
he came into me. The cords of his strong neck bulging, his head tipped back,
gasping and gripping my hips firmly, pulling me down deeper.
When
I felt what my body had done to Ryder, I couldn’t help but grind a bit more on
top him, and then the fireworks went off. I screamed out and bent down,
covering his mouth with mine hard, pumping my hips into him and feeling like I
was going to explode.
“Oh my god!”
I screamed.
I
think it would be safe to say, that when I came, some neighbors were definitely
awakened.
We
lay on the couch like that for twenty minutes or more, until long after the
album had ended, and then Ryder carried me easily in his arms up to his
bedroom.
………
I
barely remember him setting me gently into bed and pulling his silk sheets up
above us, but I do remember a cool breeze blowing through his open window and
cooling our damp, naked bodies, and how soft his bed was. It was the perfect
size as well – two people could easily do all of the rolling and thrashing and
stretching it took to make them comfortable without ever disturbing each other,
but Ryder and I naturally gravitated towards the center, and when I awoke, we
were still naked, wrapped in a wonderful tangle of each other’s limbs.
We
beamed at each other as we awoke together in the wee hours of the night.
“That
was amazing, Ryder.” I whispered.
“You’re
telling me.”
I
sighed contentedly and rolled out of his arms for a minute to bask in the
feeling of being here, with him, now. Of course though, me being me, I had to
try to ruin it a little.
With
a sly smile I turned towards him. He looked good naked, lying on his side in
the dark and smiling at me.
“So
what happens now?” I asked cautiously.
“I
don’t know, Ol,” he said with a smile.
I
started to open my mouth to speak, but he gently placed a finger over it.
“Actually,
there is one thing I can say,” he whispered. “How about we take a shower? I
feel a little sweaty.”
"Me
too," I admitted shyly.
Ryder’s
master bathroom was practically opulent. Everything seemed to gleam, it was
clear that he took good care of it.
We
walked in their hand in hand, still naked, still feeling half-asleep,
half-ecstatic. I was fearless, just wanting to stay close to him, not wanting
to think about school or We Can Do It or even my friends anymore.
As
the hot water sprayed down onto us, misting the damp air around us, I felt
Ryder wrap his arms around my waist, retrieve a bar of soap, and slowly,
sensually begin rubbing it up and down my back.
“Ryder…”
I breathed, and then pressed my lips to his bare, strong shoulder, starting to
kiss him.
His
soapy hand moved down over my butt and soon I felt his fingers gently probing
me, stroking my outer, then inner lips and teasing themselves inside me.
We
soaped each other up and down, and soon I was against the slippery tile wall,
being hoisted up by Ryder’s strong arms, legs wrapped around him, with him
inside me once more. We gasped and thrust and wriggled like that for a while,
my fingers digging into his wet, warm back, crying out and whispering for more
of each other until we came together once again. Then we sank down to the floor
of the tub shaking, struggling for breath, and smiling at each other.
I
was almost weak in the knees when we finally got out of the shower and toweled
ourselves off.
“Let’s
hit the sack,” he grinned, wiping the last of the water from my body and then
his own. “We’ve still got a few more hours left to sleep.”
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I
awoke to an empty bed in the morning, but the smell of bacon cooking and coffee
brewing told me that Ryder was magically at work downstairs. As I lay alone in
the bed, my thoughts became serious. Suddenly it hit me. I was no longer a
virgin. After all the waiting and anxiety and everything else, I felt just the
same the next day as I did before.
But
here I still
was,
a non-virgin now. A regular person
and I still felt like the same me.
I
had experience. I was now someone who knew what she was doing in the bedroom. I
wasn’t a pro. I wasn’t an expert. I just knew what to do… I was now a woman… I
guess… Not that I wasn’t one before but now I really felt like one. I felt like
I had graduated.
I
stretched, yawned and couldn't keep the insanely giddy smile off my face as I
realized where I was. I was in Ryder's bed. It was comfy. The comforter was a
big fluffy white one, with white sheets and pillows. You could trust a man who
had a white comforter and sheets. He wasn't much of a slob. I looked around his
room. There was an old Star Wars Return of the Jedi poster on the wall, the one
with Carrie Fisher in the bikini and such. Well, I knew what fantasy to fulfill
for his birthday.
On
his bedside table there was a little cheap alarm clock that looked like it had
some sentimental value, a fancy watch that I had no idea the name of and which
probably shot laser beams from the look of it and a handful of foreign change.
I wonder if he had really been to
Tibet?
There
is so much you can learn about someone from their room.
I
decided it was time to stop snooping and I threw off the covers. Since I was
still naked I had a decision to make. The choice came down to putting on my own
clothes, or coming downstairs in one of his shirts.
I
decided that I was the shirt girl. If I was now making precedents for my life
as a sexual being, then I was going to be a sexy sexual being.
Maybe even sultry.
I found a nice button down of his in his
closet and tried it on. The shirt barely reached past my naught bits and left
enough to the imagination that I was sure to make Ryder go wild. I tousled my
hair a little and descended the stairs to see Ryder cooking breakfast
completely naked.
I
wasn’t sure about this. My face showed my surprise.
“Aren’t
you scared of hot grease popping so close to
your
…
Stuff?”
I asked him,
seriously concerned.
He
didn't hear me at first so I crept up behind him quietly, and grabbed his sexy
butt. He yelped like a little dog and a sausage went flying. Two of them! He
expertly managed to catch food sausage and get it back into the pan before he
turned around. The other sausage just bounced back to place. I grabbed a hold
of his hips and pulled him close to me. I guess losing your virginity made you
a bit bold. He smiled, surprised, and put down the frying pan behind him.
"Hey
there," he said softly and with a deep smile.
I
couldn't help but smile excitedly back, jump up on him and make him catch me.
He held me tightly against him, his hips and arms holding me up and his
erection becoming more evident as we kissed a long good morning kiss.
After
a wonderful breakfast that was a bit overcooked due to my zealousness in having
that man of mine, we showered together and dressed. He was headed off to work
and I needed to head back to my apartment to change before work.
When
he dropped me off, he gave me a long kiss before I left the car. I took two
steps, and then decided I needed another one, circled around and grabbed his
tie and gave him another long, soul-lifting kiss.
“See
you later angel,” he said and smiled.
“An angel?
Well, horns
hold up my halo but that just means I'm a horny little angel…”
We
both laughed.
I
made sure to throw a bit of sashay into my hips as I walked up to my apartment
and this time managed to craft quite a nice exit if I didn't say so myself. I
turned around at the door to see Ryder's car still parked there, idling, as he
watched me walk up the steps.
"I
wasn't gawking!" he shouted from the car.
"Yes
you were!" I shouted back and smiled.
"Shit,
I was!" he admitted.
Of
course he was.
………
When
I got up to Jess’ room, she was still nakedly entwined with Mario on her bed.
The room looked like a hurricane had hit it.
“Hey!"
Jess said, popping her head up off the bed. "So! Tell me everything! But
leave out the shit about the picnic basket."
"I
can't! I'm late for work!" I said, smiling widely. "Also, you are
lying naked with Mario right there."