Her dresser heaves, up and down. Her breasts, quite perky and full, are exposed but I barely notice them. Something has taken my psyche way back. Maybe it's her scent, it's familiar. Or maybe it was the way she bit my ear as she climaxed. That was exactly how Jennifer had nibbled on my ears all those years back. It's still fresh in my mind. Or maybe it was the fleshly way she said my name,"Steeeeve"with a stress whenever my mouth touched her neck opening. Whatever it was that took me back, well, it did and now as I lie on this luxurious bed next to this aphrodisiacal adult female I met at a bar earlier, my psyche goes back to the first time I had sex.
I was in high school. I met her at an inter-school sports event. Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer. I met her by sheer coincidence, we were asked to take grievance for the basketball match and thus sat nigh. She wore a unretentive play doll that exposed her retentive brown legs. Being a Virgo the Virgin, my tending was not on her house too-big-for-her-age bosom, or her god-damn-that's-tight ass that I only noticed when she was leaving, it was on her beautiful warm grin that would most certainly thaw a glacier.
We became present and soon enough, letters were being exchanged. I could not wait for the vacation so I could invite her over to our home. She came to my abode on the second of the four week holiday. I was so agitate. Looking back at it, it's endearing how my excitement had aught to do with my carnal part. In fact, sex was the farthest thing from my brain. That and marrying Beyonce ( yes, I was in love with her that early ).
We started making out in the funniest of elbow room. She told me of what a bad dancer she is and I offered to aid her. We got too close and our lips could not manage one Sir Thomas More 2nd apart. We rolled over to the couch and then to the storey, still in each others weaponry. Hers were the piano rim I had kissed, not that I had a huge catalog to equate with, early than my aunty's ( she used to snog me on my lips when I was younger and mum wasn't around, she would also put my hands in her private areas and ask me not to tell, I never did till now aunty Liz ).
When they say sex is the most born of things, they lie not. My work force started going for her trouser button instinctively, yes, instinctively because it was the very first gear meter I was doing this. She didn't resist my advances, she just kept on kissing me as if I was not about to reveal her womanhood. Her center were closed, I know because I opened mine for a brief moment and glance. We kept going, her with the smooching and I with the unbuttoning, and the kissing too, but my thinker was mainly on the unbuttoning.
Her button could no longer resist the pressing and it gave way. I slipped my hand and felt her cotton step-in ( my mum is in the apparel industriousness and I can tell cotton fiber from silk with my centre closed ). How my prick had not burst by now is beyond me because this was the very commencement time I was touching a woman's"fair sex ”. By this time, stopping was not a opening. My cock would not allow me. I started taking off her trousers, together with her panty and she lifted her hips to facilitate it. I was most certainly not the exclusively one who was dying to eat the"forbid fruit ”.
I quickly undid my trouser and freed my cock while she lay there and looked at me, none of us uttering a single word as we feared it might ruin the otherwise arrant minute. A bit of porno and stories from my more experienced best supporter ( and by more experienced, I mean he had watched more smut than me ) had taught me where everything goes. I spread her ramification with one hand with the other one holding the shaft firmly as a soldier would arrest his gun. I lay on top of her and positioned myself to finally do something I had dreamt of doing for many years ( literally dreamt about it, in a wet kind of way ).
Her middle never stopped staring into mine the total time. I felt the softness, the wetness, the warmth on the tip of my hawkshaw. She was breathing heavily, fear or anticipation I didn't know and quite frankly I could handle less. I pushed in slowly, partly to savor the feeling but mainly because at this point her handwriting were on my hips dictating the fastness of the"entry ”. inch by inch I penetrated till I felt some sorting of"peel"which I would later issue forth to ascertain was the Hymen. My zeal got the good of me and I pushed all the way in. The scream she uttered almost rendered me deaf. kicking, pushing and struggling followed. Tears welled up in her eyes. It must be really terrible. At that moment I only cared about how good it felt and started moving in and out, slowly at firstly but picked up rhythm. Her war cry and kicking slowly subsided and she started moving her hips in tandem with mine, meeting my thrust. This only made the experience all the More heavenly.
"Steeeve ! ! !"My public figure never sounded better. She started moving her hips faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling me in with every thrusting, ensuring I went in as deep as I possibly could. The two moment this lasted must have been the best two minutes of my entire life."Steeeeve ! ! !"She continued yelling out my epithet, Her pussy began to contract bridge and her breathing became faster. Her legs locked me in, her hand held my neck opening so slopped I thought she was trynna kill me. That's when she nibbled on my ear, gently at first off but it got harder and painful after a sec. It didn't last long thou, if it had I would be writing about the challenges of bread and butter with a I ear. Her whole dead body shook for about thirty seconds. I didn't know what was happening then but I had just given her her commencement orgasm.
When finally she relaxed, I resumed my relentless thrusting as I felt an exhilarating, warm tingling virtuoso starting to build in me. It originated somewhere on my downhearted vertebral column ( Wyrd I know ), circularise towards my balls and instinctively I started thrusting harder. The slurping auditory sensation our bodies made as they made touch was just divine."Ah ! Ah ! Ah ! … ..."The groan escaped her with every thrust. The tingling sensation was growing firm and I knew I could no longer hold it in.
With one final thrusting I shot my shipment deep into her."Aaaaaah !"I could not aid it. This had to be the right feeling I ever felt. I lay on top of her for a minute before my shaft shrank and I pulled it out. We were both sweaty and little of breather. A sly smile spread across her human face. She had never been More beautiful.
"Hey, ain't asleep yet ?"I'm brought back from my reverie by the woman lying next to me.
"Not yet darling."I reply as I close my centre and effort to get some eternal rest