First Time For Anything [foreplay] [20M/18F]

“Wait…you want to do…that?” Matthew’s face turned red, looking down at his girlfriend in surprise.

“Y…yes…” Genevieve embarrassingly squeaked. “I’ve never…um…”

“Made out?”

She bobbed her head silently, her face also red. “I…haven’t been thinking the purest things, lately.”

“I suppose it comes with the territory…” He chuckled. “But let’s just say, I’m not too innocent, myself…” As he says this, he tilted her head up to him; giving her a mischievous smile.

The red on her face deepened in hue. Looking down at her lips with an underlying desire, Matthew looked back into her eyes.

Leaning down next to her ear, he whispered, “Is this what you want?”

Tucking her hands in betwixt her legs out of sheer nervousness, she returned her answer.

“Mhm…”

Without a second thought, Matthew put his lips on hers; Genevieve letting out an inward gasp.

The kisses started out light and feathery, enough to ease her into the rhythm; each collision becoming slower and deeper.

Until eventually, Genevieve felt the warm sensation of his gentle, rough tongue tracing her inner lips. This made her flinch, squirming against the hands that she tucked between her.

The fingers on her chin brushed against her cheek, and eventually, cupped it firmly enough to draw her head in closer.

She felt his tongue on the tip of her own, sending a shock through her body. It was like hot ice was being thrown over her, her heart pounding even harder as the blood rushed to her head.

Before she knew it, his tongue had wrapped itself on hers, dancing around it ever so slowly.

Genevieve stifled a light moan, allowing herself to be engulfed by him. Matthew was in a state of bliss, as it felt like a privilege to share this moment with her. Before now, no other boy had done this to her; but even if there had been, he wouldn’t have gave too much of a damn.

The two of them remained this way for the next couple of minutes, parting each other’s lips every now and then for a breath of air, before going back to square one.

Genevieve, at some point, began to subconsciously grind her hips against the hands she protected between her thighs. It was the only source of friction in her proximity to relieve herself of the ache she felt in the head of her delicates.

Noticing this, Matthew quickly parted his lips from hers; his face red with both desire and embarrassment. Genevieve hadn’t noticed until now, that there was a bulge that stuck out in the front of his pants.

“Genevieve…?” He panted.

“Y-yes?”

“Would you like to…sit on top of me?”

“Eh?” Without a sound, Matthew ushered her out of her spot – gently pulling her on top of himself.

Cradling her in his lap, both of her legs sat on either side of his; one of his hands tenderly squeezing on one of her buttocks, the other entangled in her dark locks.

“M-Matthew…” Genevieve stuttered, clutching his shirt. Before she knew it, his lips hungrily met with hers – his tongue reuniting with hers again.

She felt something hard touch the outer layer of her moist panties, creating a sensation of pleasure as his newfound girth sensually rubbed up against her clit.

This sent another moan loose from her now violated mouth, and without any sense left in her head, she found herself grinding her hips against him.

“Mm..” He quivered, before parting his lips with hers. “You’re driving me crazy…”

His change in demeanor shocked Genevieve, as he’d never heard him speak in such a timbre. Such lust…

The sensation of their hot breaths intertwined with each other. Letting out light, quiet whimpers, Genevieve buried her face into the crook of his neck as she felt the hand that was previously on her buttock wisp around her outer thigh; hiking up her skirt.

As he did this, Genevieve started to kiss his neck in light butterfly kisses to distract herself from the invasion. Before Matthew reached her inner thigh, he refrained, leading it back down, and around to her outer thigh again.

He repeated this action, yet each time his thumb seemed to make it to her inner thigh, she found herself wanting him to do much more; despite how tense it made her.

Another quiver, and a jolt of pleasure rippled through Matthew once more; his hips grinding against her a little more aggressively. Genevieve attempted to meet his rhythm, but her hips started to become tired.

“Jesus…” Desperate for a release, he placed both of his hands on her hips – helping her match the speed. This sent a new wave of pleasure through Genevieve, making her breathe out a shaky gasp. However, the sensation was also making her sore.

“Ah!” Genevieve paused, looking up at him. “N-not so hard…”

“Erm…I’m sorry…” He eased his death grip of her petite hips, slowing his speed by a notch. “Better?”

“Mhm…” She nodded.

Matthew stopped, laughing as he did so. “I don’t think these jeans are doing us justice…” He remarked.

Genevieve looked down, her face red once more.

“What? Did I do something?”

“Well…” She twiddled her thumbs. “T-there is something we can do; unless you’re trying to start a fire.”

“Hah…” He scoffed. “What’d you have in mind?”

Embarrassed, she leaned upwards toward his ear, cupped her hand, and started to whisper. Not even a few words in, Matthew’s eyes almost bulged out of his skull.

“Gen…I didn’t take you for such a lewd gal! Conner must’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Phrasing…” She warned, wagging a finger at him.

“Though it wouldn’t really surprise me.” He mumbled, looking her up and down. This was met with a light punch in the arm. “Hey!”

“That’s what you get…” She pouted.

“Oh yeah?” With a light push to the side, Genevieve landed on her back onto the bed. Surprised, she looked up, only to find him hovering over her; a new wave of heat rushed to her face. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop being a brat.” He chuckled.

Sticking her tongue out at him defiantly, she gave him another pouty look. “Try me, jerk.”

With that, he started to tickle her rib cage; making her laughter echo throughout the room – maybe even the entirety of the empty house. His father was at work, his mother was out with her friends, and his sister was at an interview for an apprenticeship. It was only the two of them. Of course, Genevieve fibbed and told her own parents that there would be someone in the house; but she wasn’t a little kid anymore.

Genevieve was about to graduate high school within the next two months; as for Matthew, he had just about finished his first year of college.

Getting closer to her at her most vulnerable state, Genevieve’s laughter began to cease.

His azure eyes started to glaze over, exploring her body with his mind as his face got closer to hers. In a blink of an eye, Genevieve wrapped her arms around his neck; surprising Matthew before their lips suddenly collided again. It didn’t take but a second for him to cave in, indulging the interior of her lips once more.

Before long, their hips leisurely started to grind against each other, desperate for relief.

One of Matthew’s hands started to travel down her side, untucking her shirt from her skirt in a swift pull. This allowed him to slip a hand under her shirt, caressing the side of her body as he invaded her mouth.

The other cradled one of her exposed thighs.

The sudden skin to skin contact made Genevieve flinch, arching her back just enough to intensify the pleasure between them as Matthew’s bulge continued to slowly massage her sopping nether.

The sensations were provoking quiet, shaky breaths to come out of Genevieve. As much as Matthew lusted after her, he stopped upon hearing the air escape her lips.

“Are you okay?” He asked with concern, stopping his motions.

Genevieve couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or serious; either way, she hastily shook her head ‘yes.’ Matthew let out a sigh. “Don’t scare me like that…”

“S-sorry…” She squeaked. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He smirked. Embarrassed, Genevieve looked away from him in response.

“Y-you wish…” She grumbled.

Matthew chuckled, before leaning into her ear. “Do you still want me?” He whispered.

A blush burned her cheeks; her clit aching more than ever as a new rush of blood escaped her own head. The thought of it made her overwhelmed, but fruitful.

She gave a little nod, without looking at Matthew. “It was m-merely a suggestion, just so you k-know…” She stuttered.

“It was oddly specific; but I guess you changed your mind. Chicken. Bawk, bawk…” Matthew teased. He knew Genevieve liked a challenge, especially with her pedestal on the line.

Genevieve scoffed. “I-I…you’re one to talk! I’m not one to stall, unlike some people…”

“You must really want me, huh, Gen? Pushy, pushy.” As he said this, the hand he had on her thigh began to smoothly glide up under her skirt; that mischievous smile reappeared on his face.

Genevieve’s heart began to race, feeling the touch of his big, callous yet soft fingers dance their way up to her underwear. He gently teased the upper lining of her panties, watching her hide her face behind her hands as he done so. This made Matthew chuckle, seeing his girl get flustered so easily to his touch. Genevieve liked to play tough, but at this moment, she was like jelly in his hands.

Hitching up the rest of her skirt all the way to the hips, he adjusted his upper body to the level of her lower half.

Genevieve turned away, as Matthew got a better look at her undergarments. They were as frilly as, he would imagine, most girls wore. Her panties were plain and a dusty pink, with the exception of a little bow at the top. It couldn’t have been complete without the obvious, wet stain that ran across her slit; indicating want.

Just seeing that made Matthew’s member twitch, knowing that he had this much power over her. Even her body was calling out to him, smelling her arousal from where he observed.

He gazed up at Genevieve, who was peaking through her fingers at this point. Upon noticing his eyes on her lone one, she closed her fingers again.

“Genevieve…” He said, “Is this okay? Do you want to continue?”

Genevieve was silent for a few seconds, before giving him a nod with her face still buried in her hands.

Giving him permission, Matthew smiled with relief. “Can I at least see your pretty face before I disappear?” He teased.

Genevieve stifled a laugh, showing a bit of her face at the top of her fingers. “Don’t get lost…” She jested, but was cut off when she felt his thumb glide across her wet slit.

This made her twitch, a light gasp catching itself in her throat. Matthew’s thumb gently glided up and down her slit, watching her chest rise and fall. Her clit was already sensitive enough, but didn’t expect it to be sorta overwhelming.

Uncovering her face from her hands, Matthew noticed how dazed she looked as he continued to massage her sex.

Laying her head against the pillow, Genevieve closed her eyes; relaxing her body, tensing up every now and again from the stimulation.

It was barely a minute after that Matthew gently slipped the thumb under her panties, moving them to the side enough to touch her wet, bare clit. He could see it now; it was light pink, her outer labia a little red from the foreplay from earlier ago.

It felt slippery under his touch, yet so firm. This made Genevieve’s legs give a quick twitch, a sudden jolt going through her body. Another gasp escaped her lips, refusing to look at Matthew’s face.

Genevieve had been anticipating this moment, but felt like such a deviant all the same. This is the first time a man has ever touched her like this – let alone someone she loved.

That’s why it was so easy for Matthew to access her most vulnerable sides, parts of her that no one else can touch.

Genevieve rolled her hips as she felt his thumb trace the rest of her slit. She tensed when he finally found her entrance, but went back up to the clit, again. This repetitive action was starting to drive her crazy; until he stopped, suddenly opening her panties to the side, exposing more of her to him.

Genevieve’s wetness glistened like diamonds, her clit twitched in excitement as if it were greeting him. Her entrance craved him, but was not yet ready for such a visitor.

Desperate for more of his touch, she whimpered as she rolled hips again; without words, Genevieve told him what she wanted.

He wet his lips at the site of this mating display – and they were about to get even more soaked. Matthew gulped, before moving his head down to her ‘level.’

Genevieve could feel his hot breath bouncing off the walls of her inner thighs; her cat getting more wild by the minute. She couldn’t see, but could feel the arousal building up as his lips drew closer to hers.

Matthew gave a light kiss on her clit, before the buds of his tongue connected with it.

“Ah…” She gasped, her body tensing up with each gentle lap of the tongue to her delicates.

Genevieve’s heart began to speed up, her face red from the intrusion. It was embarrassing, yet it felt too pleasurable to tell him to stop.

Feeling his warm, coarse tongue against her hard, wet slit sent a tingle from her groin all the way up to her head; it was starting to become intoxicating.

“Hm…ah…” She would sputter.

Each trace of his appendage was gentle at first, but this only lasted for so long before his pace began to escalate. Every so often, his tongue would stop at her entrance, teasing it before bring it back up to her clit again.

“So sweet…” He mumbled.

Every one of Genevieve’s light gasps, and whimpers was almost like music to his ears; and his member now felt like it was going to burst at the seams.

After a few minutes of this foreplay, Matthew began to suckle on her begging head; which made her back arch up in surprise, curling one of her hands into his dark brown hair.

One of her legs started to twitch, as the pleasure in that overwhelmed her nether began to intensify under his technique.

“Hah…mmm…” She shivered. “Ah…M-Matthew…ungh…”

Subconsciously, Genevieve’s hips began to slightly rock against his mouth, pushing his tongue harder against her pearl.

Her wetness was starting to soak Matthew’s soul patch, the feeling of his own saliva mixed with lubrication rubbed roughly against his chin.

Matthew’s hand squeezed one of her thighs, keeping her legs in place as the stimulation was proving to be a little much. Her body jerked, almost shutting her thighs on his head.

“Ah, ah, mmn…!” She lightly moaned, roughly pushing his head away from her sex; leaving Matthew dazed at the site of her swollen, soaked labia. She had appeared to have reached her peak.

Panting roughly, her body was tense for a few seconds before she let out a raspy sigh; her hot breath brushing away the strands of hair that fell into her face. The muscles in her body began to relax, beside the spasms that were running wild in and around her nether regions.

With that, Matthew let her panties slightly fall back into place before moving himself atop of her heavy body. Almost practically lunging at her, he cupped the side of her face, turning it back towards him.

Before she could utter a single word, Matthew’s mouth connected; plunging his explorative tongue against hers. Her face was still a shade rose from before, even more so that her energy was depleted from the visitation.

Fiercely separating from each other, a trail of saliva was the only thing that kept them connected.

Matthew’s face started to contort with aching pleasure as he felt his bulge twitch against her once more.

“Can…can…” Genevieve tried to say, before propping herself up on her forearms. Matthew sat up on his knees, backing up enough to give some space between them. “Can I…”

“See it?” He asked.

“It’s only fair…” She backtracked.

Matthew stifled out a chuckle. “Then?”

“Then?”

“Then what?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving her a smirk.

Genevieve shot up on her bottom, bringing her legs to her chest. Using this to her advantage, she hid her face into her knees. “You know what, idiot!”

“Oooh, I’m excited…” He paused, looking down at himself. “Quite literally…”

Genevieve scoffed, shooting her head up and tossing it to the side as she puffed her cheeks. “You’re so full of it…”

“Don’t believe me?” Matthew bit his lip, eyeing her up and down.

“P-prove it…” She squeaked nervously.

He scoffed, followed with a chuckle. Dropping the seductive act, he gave her a warm smile.

“You know, we can stop here if you want…”

Genevieve’s eyes shifted to meet his without turning her head. She shook it ‘no,’ her face softened.

“I-I want to keep going, Matt.” She admitted sheepishly. “You’ve seen me. I…” She gulped, her heart finding its way to her throat. “I’m nervous, but…I want to make you feel good, too…”

She undid her legs from her chest, and with a swift motion grabbed Matthew’s shirt with both hands. Surprised by this, he allowed himself to be tossed aside. “Woah!”

Before he knew it, Matthew had taken Genevieve’s place on the bed – her small frame now hovering over his.

“G-Gen?” He muttered; a light rush of red crimson danced across his face. She moved up his body until she had reached her rightful place next to his neck. Without a sound, she began to lightly peck at his neck, making him hold his breath.

“H-hey now…” He tittered.

“This. Is. P-payback…” She stuttered in between kisses.

‘Dirty talk isn’t her strong suit…’ Matthew thought, pulling his fingers through her locks in a petting motion.

Genevieve’s butterfly kisses seemed normal at first; until she gave a slow, playful lap of her tongue from his shoulder all the way up to his ear.

Matthew’s lips let a quivering sigh escape from betwixt them, instinctively reaching down to attempt to unbuckle his belt impatiently.

Unfortunately for him, the urge was interrupted when Genevieve grabbed his wrist – holding it down right next to his head. Her hazelnut eyes bore through his.

“Hold it right there, mister…” She giggled. “Keep it to yourself, if you know what’s good for you…”

This made Matthew look at her with bewildered amusement. He knew he could overpower her if he truly wanted, but he didn’t; not that he wanted to.

“Yes, ma’am…” He grumbled in response, a smile plastered on his face.

With that, Genevieve continued to kiss him under his chin, as a couple of her nimble fingers began to slowly undo the buttons of his white shirt.

Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ntbfg1/first_time_for_anything_part_2_foreplay_20m18f/

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