First Time For Anything [Part 2] [foreplay] [20M/18F]

Each undoing was starting to become his own; his breath was becoming more heavy as the rest of his torso gradually became exposed. Before he knew it, his shirt was lying open in either side of him.

After one last lap of his warm neck, Genevieve suddenly stopped what she was doing, lifting herself up to observe her handiwork.

Matthew’s tan torso was slightly toned, but that was normal for someone who was active – more so than herself. Genevieve’s searching eyes glazed over his body as if it were a piece of cake, her cheeks becoming more red as they landed on his begging bulge.

“Damn…” She muttered.

“Like what you see, Gen?” He gave her a cheeky grin.

“Ah…” Her lustful expression turned to that of frustration. “Shut up…”

Matthew could only laugh, as at this point, he reveled in catching her off guard at her most vulnerable moments. But which one of them was truly the most vulnerable?

Quietly, he used his index finger to beckon her over to him. Hesitantly, she leaned back down towards his face, over his body once more.

Without a word, he took one of her wrists, moving her hand over what would be his member if it wasn’t covered up.

“M-Matt…” She gasped, but not once taking her hand of him. Her face deepened red, as she was stunned by the girth of him – at least from what she could feel out. Lightly moving her hand up and down his modest shaft, Matthew’s eyes went to the back of his head before closing them – enjoying what little bit of pleasure he could feel from her touch.

Genevieve had no clue what in the world she was doing, but had an idea. Repeating the motions against his bulge, she could feel his shaft hardening like that of a rock in less than a few minutes.

She couldn’t describe it, but she could feel herself getting aroused at the sight of Matthew’s enjoyment of the act, or maybe it was the feeling of him on the tips of her fingers as she lightly squeezed and rubbed away at it.

‘Again? Am I seriously doing this, right now?’ She panicked in her head.

“Genevieve…” He rasped, allowing his hips to move against the pressure of her hand gliding atop of his aching sex.

In a fit of pleasure, Matthew put one of his hands behind her head; roughly pressing his lips against hers as she continued. Genevieve felt his body shiver under her, and with a quick motion, eagerly pulled her atop of him again as their lips collided once more.

“Mm?!” She gasped in question, pulling her lips away from him as Matthew’s other hand gripped her leg, pulling it over his body so that she was completely on top of him. Genevieve could feel the hardened rock that was his member under her nether, sending a new yet familiar wave of excitement through her chest.

He took both of his hands at this point, wrapping them around her hips in order to balance her as she sat up on her newfound throne.

Dumbfounded, Genevieve looked down at him, allowing her hands to rest on his chest to hold herself. “Do…do you not want me to-“

“Not yet.” Genevieve could feel his hips rock below her, making a light scoff escape her lips. Only this time, he seemed to be refraining himself; before long, his hands started to slowly move from her hips to the underside of her shirt.

She could feel the skin of his hands snaking up her torso, up towards her rib cage; then finally, her breasts. The size of her chest was small enough to hide under a shirt, but not small enough for Matthew to not lightly grasp her right breast as the other lifted the rest of her shirt.

Genevieve squeaked, turning her head away as a flash of heat rose to her face. She had never felt more exposed in her entire life, with Matthew looking back at her bare chest.

His heart stopped at the site of his love’s chest. Matthew observed the small, pink nipples that were placed upon her perky, yet minuscule breasts; strands of her dark locks dancing around them like vines in a rose bush.

He lightly brushed his thumb along the nipple of her right breast, putting his other hand in her left hip to keep her afloat.

“Goddamn…” Matthew breathed through his teeth, his hips rising and falling, pressing up against her sensitive delicates. Giving his blushing girlfriend an eyeful without her knowledge, the hand that was on her hip had moved up her partially exposed back.

“Y-you don’t think they’re…weird?” She asked nervously.

Matthew gave her a look of disbelief. “They’re perfect just as they are, Gen. Besides, I have a thing for smaller breasts, anyway…”

“You’re…not just saying that?”

“No…”

He partially sat his body up, carefully caressing her petite frame as he did so.

Leveling his head down to her bosom, he pulled her in ever so slightly as her hands pressed against his chest. She felt the sensation of his tongue lightly licking away at her left breast as the other other was lightly massaged.

“Ah!” Unable to console herself, her own hips began to move against his firm rod as he did so. “Mmn…Matt..st-mmn, n-not the-ah…” Genevieve whimpered, her breath quivering at the newfound pleasure.

Letting go of her violated nipple with a pop of his mouth, he looked up at Genevieve’s flushed face. “You’re…so sensitive…” He panted before repeating the attack of her breasts.

This foreplay continued for a minute, before Matthew eventually stopped and moved her hips away from his throbbing cock; much to Genevieve’s frustration, letting out a light moan as she gripped one of her exposed breasts.

Her mind blank, as she began to rub her clit on the outside of her underwear. The display of erotic behavior is what drove him to quickly unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side in much haste.

The moment the belt hit the floor, Genevieve had already lunged herself at his chest; making Matthew fall back into the sheets of the bed. She began kissing and licking all the way down to his navel, her breasts barely touching his bulge.

She had eventually found her way to the button of his pants; of course, this is where she sucked in her breath and hesitated.

“Are you nervous?” Matthew asked softly, stroking the top of her head as he said so. “I won’t be upset if you don’t want to go any further…”

Genevieve looked up at him; her face riddled with anxiousness, but with stagnant determination. “Fair is fair…”

She started to undo the buttons on his pants, nervously fumbling with the zipper as she did so. Matthew could see her face getting hotter by the minute, as she was now a liner away from seeing his solid member.

“I want you, Matt. I want to see…you…”

Genevieve was obviously beginning to hesitate again, but it was mostly due to how hard her heart was beating out of her chest at this very moment.

Letting her words ring in his ears, hearing her say that she wanted him gave Matthew enough greenlight to do what he was about to. Swiftly, he pulled down the exposed front of his boxers; his erect penis now staring Genevieve in the face.

It took her a few seconds to process what she was looking at; until it hit her all at once.

“Oh…oh my…” Covering her mouth with one hand, her face was flushed – but not once taking her wide eyes off it. Genevieve could feel the heat in between her legs tingle at the sight of it, but dared not to immediately relieve herself this time.

Instead, she could only observe the forbidden appendage that stood as tall her head.

“Impressive, amiright?” Matthew snorted a laugh as he felt Genevieve smack the side of his thigh in protest.

“Be quiet…or I’ll make you!”

“Now, how are you willing to do that?” He teased, switching his eyes in between her and his erection.

Looking away in embarrassment, she whispered back, “I wouldn’t even know where to start…”

Matthew’s expression softened, giving her another warm smile. “I’ll guide you…okay?”

Genevieve looked at him for a few seconds, before nodding to him as her wandering gaze returned to ‘him.’

“First…” He started, gently grabbing one of her wrist. “Don’t be afraid to touch it. I’ll tell you if your grip is too tough. You just want to firmly grasp it.”

Matthew lead her hand over to his stiff phallus, wordlessly telling Genevieve to put her hand on it. Without a sound, her hand smoothed across his pulsing shaft before wrapping her small fingers around it.

Genevieve’s expression turned from that of nervousness to curiosity and surprise, as her eyes widened once more at the density of his member.

‘It really is like a rock…!’ She gulped, swallowing her own heart as she did so. Feeling explorative, her hand began to delicately glide up to his shaft to the end of his head – before coming back down again.

The motion made Matthew twitch, but didn’t let it deter him from his lesson. He put his hand over her wrist to motion her to stop in the meantime.

“G-good job. Don’t grip too hard, okay…?”

He took a deep, shaken breath before continuing.

“Now, you don’t want to rub it while it’s dry. That would be painful on my end after a while, do keep that in mind.” Genevieve wasn’t one to pay much attention in class, but this is a lesson she was willing to sit through. She nodded again, this time gesturing him to continue what he was saying.

“Surely, you’re aware of the word ‘lubrication.’ In this scenario, you use what you got.”

“What do I got?” She asked innocently.

“Your spit…” Matthew’s face began to get red. “At this point, you’d want to put some spit on your hand…”

“Shouldn’t I have done that before?” Genevieve retorted.

“That was my mistake, but there’s nothing wrong with a little tease…” He admitted.

Without any further protest, Genevieve took her hand off his shaft. Cupping her hand under her lips, she let a glob of saliva run across her palm. Matthew could feel himself getting a little more than excited, watching her prep for him.

Wordlessly, she carefully placed the palm back on his member, gripping it at the middle.

This made Matthew recoil just a tad. “Ah…a little too hard…”

“Whups…” Genevieve loosened her grip on him. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay!” He chuckled, giving her a light smile. “Now, at this point, what you wanna do with that is rub it around.”

“All around?”

“All around.” He repeated. “That way, there’s an equal amount of it all over. You may have to repeat the process a couple times throughout the session – unless you’re using your mouth.” Matthew put a lot of emphasis on the last few words, sending a wink her way.

Genevieve only rolled her eyes playfully. Without further question, she began to do as she was instructed.

She moved her wandering hand up and around his shaft, from base to top, spreading her saliva all over his member until it began to feel sluggish under her fingers.

Matthew could feel the pleasurable sensation radiating throughout his groin, making his breath short yet heavy.

“T-this…from here…on..” He was losing his footing with his words, but trudged on as her hand continued to spread her spittle.

“You just rub it…up and down…” He managed to push out before allowing his head to bury itself into the pillow.

Observing his behavior, and taking his words to heart, she began to stimulate his raging hard cock the way he instructed.

“Hn…aahn…” He began to groan under her touch.

Making her grip a tad firmer, she was slow with her motions at first. Genevieve noticed that every time she hit the head, his body would jolt up – this she found amusing.

Focusing on the head, she began to rub just that instead of the shaft.

“Ah…!” Although this made Matthew’s body begin to shake like crazy, he gently placed a hand on her wrist to get her to stop again. “Ah…phew….”

He looked up at her. “Another…word of…advice…” Matthew caught his breath. “While stimulation to the head feels amazing, it is also very sensitive. It can hurt, too…if not, be overwhelming.”

“Oh…sorry, again!” She said nervously. “I keep hurting you…”

“Gen, you’re fine.” He smiled at her. “This is your first time, after all…don’t be too hard on yourself. Even if you were experienced, mistakes are bound to happen. So you correct them! With that being said…”

Matthew laid down on his back again, and clapped his hands in the air two times. “Chop, chop! Get to it, wench! What are ya waiting fo-OI!”

His jest was met with another slap on his thigh. “I’ll show you a ‘wench.’” She grumbled, crinkling her nose at him.

In retaliation, she continued to rub on his shaft, this time a little faster than before. This sudden change made Matthew quickly suck in a breath, his cocky demeanor melting away in the palm of her hand. “Sweet Mary…” He began to pray, or at least sounded like he was.

His breathing was becoming much more heavier than before; his body quivering from the attack. “Ah…hah, hah..Jesus…”

‘Maybe he is praying for mercy…’ She thought humorously.

However, as she continued her motions, she noticed his member was starting to fill dry.

She could always use her spit again, but…

‘He…said I could use my mouth.’ Genevieve thought, slowing her repetitive motion on his shaft as she stared down at the top of his now rubbed red tip. ‘Besides, it would be fair…’

Matthew’s eyes opened slightly when he no longer felt her strokes, ceasing his panting. “Is everything alright…?”

‘It actually looks…rather smooth. Like a lollipop…’ She stifled a giggle to herself, making Matthew raise an eyebrow at her.

“Hey, you better not be laughing at it…” He grumbled.

Genevieve looked back at him with a mischievous smile creeping on her face. Holding his now dry phallus in place, she moved her lips towards the tip; making Matthew’s eyes wide as dinner plates.

“Ah…Gen…Genev-“ He had lost his place when his felt the warm sensation of her tongue on his sensitive tip, giving it a few light laps before bringing it to the middle, and up towards the tip again.

This sent a shiver down his spine, and newfound rush of blood found its way into his member. At this point, it was almost painful.

Genevieve’s face was red with both arousal and excitement, as she found herself becoming a little more bolder with each trace of saliva left behind by her tongue trailing almost every inch of Matthew.

Watching him made her squirm, her thighs tightening around her aching groin repeatedly for friction; she could feel her panties soaking up by the minute. Especially at the thought of him inside…

Her thoughts were interrupted by one of his moans, and a shiver that followed.

“Mmn…Genevieve…” As he says her name, his member started to bob up a down along with his begging hips; as if imitating the deed.

Giving one last, long lick up his shaft with a flick, she allowed her lips to smoothly glide over his tip – letting her tongue swirl around it before slowly inserting the appendage into her mouth until it reached the back; but not far enough to gag her.

“Ah!” He gasped in surprise, one of his hands gently combed into her dark locks.

She repeated the motion, falling victim as her head moving up and down to the rhythm of his small, mindless thrusts into her mouth.

He suddenly winced. Genevieve stopped halfway through, peering up at him with concern.

“Ah, ah…not so much teeth.” He panted, smoothing his hand over her cheek.

“Mhm…” She muffled, adjusting the position of her jaw and lips to block out the teeth getting in between them.

She continued her escapade, Matthew let loose a fresh sigh. “Mmm…yeah, just like…that…”

His body quivered once again, but a little stronger than the last. Genevieve kept up the pace, not once teetering off her rhythm; much to Matthew’s pleasure.

This went on for a few minutes; each thrust feeling like it could be the last.

She felt his phallus digging deeper into her mouth as his hips continued to sync with her motions. It wasn’t until she felt his tip hit her uvula that her gag reflex kicked in, making her instinctively cough and pull away from his member.

Matthew quickly opened his eyes, catching her coughing into the elbow of her arm. “Erm…”

Genevieve waved him, letting him know that she was alright with tears forming in her eyes.

“Ah…I was too rough, I’m sorry.” Matthew sat up, reached his arm over, and began rubbing her back as her coughing began to cease.

When Genevieve looked back up at Matthew, she noticed that his penis was still fairly erect; although, he seemed more concerned about her than what he was receiving. “I…I’m fine! Really!” She mustered out. “N-now lay back down!”

He was about to, until he noticed one of her nipples were still out of her shirt. ‘She must’ve forgot to put it down…’ He thought.

Not being able to help himself, he reached for the exposed breast; barely grasping it. A light gasp escaped her lips, her face red and barely looking up at him.

“Matthew…what abo-“ She stumbled, before he shuffled his body behind hers. “Wha-hah!”

Reaching around her body, breast still in his hand, Matthew hiked her skirt up once more – exposing her still wet panties. “Hey…!”

Without a second thought, he put his free roaming fingers inside of her panties, making contact with her clit once more. This time it wasn’t just his thumb teasing her. The sudden invasion made Genevieve tense up, letting out a soft moan as his fingers began to rub her sore spot vigorously. His only free hand squeezing her tender, sensitive breasts – pinching at the nipple every few seconds.

This act was sending her over the edge – it was like he read her body almost perfectly.

Abruptly taking his hand off her breast, Matthew’s hand turned her head to the side towards his, plunging his desperate tongue into her mouth as he violated her delicates.

She muffled a moan, her body twitching every other second as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. Genevieve spread her legs a little more, to give his hand much more access to the rest of her groin – now, it was trailing down the rest of her slit.

Genevieve’s heart dropped when one of his fingers remained still near her entrance, as the others worked their magic on the rest of her.

Without words, Matthew slowly inserted that very same one into her hot, receptive entrance.

“Mm!” She muffled. Genevieve’s body jumped at the intrusion, her eyes closed tighter as she felt his big, coarse finger make itself at home inside her. She couldn’t necessarily feel anything, but a sensation that she could only describe as ‘full.’ Or at least, as full as she’s going to get for now.

Just knowing – no, feeling that – turned her on more than she’d like to admit.

Matthew could feel her entrance tighten around it, ready to receive him – or at least a part of him. He let the thumb of his hand gently stroke her clit as her body was beginning to adjust.

Genevieve whimpered, squirming under his touch; and those whimpers turned silent as Matthew began to slowly move his finger in and out of her – the feeling of his thumb hitting her clit sent shivers down her legs.

She temporarily broke her lips free from his – her small moans becoming more audible to him.

One of her hands grabbed an exposed breast, gently squeezing it as his fingering began to pick up speed. The sound of her wetness had began to fill the space – and another sound?

Matthew abruptly took his free hand, putting it close to his own mouth.

That’s when the quivering breath of Matthew bounced off her ear. She hasn’t realized it, before she tilted her head down to only catch a glimpse of Matthew stroking his shaft with his other hand.

He then buried his head in her hair as he done so, to supposedly try to cover up the groans that were escaping his lips that buzzed off into her skull. As his own speed sped up, so did his finger.

As it seemed that the both of them were about to reach their peak, they both jumped when they heard the front door downstairs suddenly close.

“Oooooh Maaaaatt!” Monica sung from the first level of the house.

“Shit!” Matthew murmured, panicked. “It’s Monica.”

“Ah, huh?!” Snapping out of her euphoria, the two scrambled to get their clothes back on.

Matthew hopped off the bed, and hastily began to button up his shirt; slipping up along the way as he heard the creaking of Monica’s footsteps jogging up the stairs.

“Maaaaaaaaaaatt! Where are you?” Her voice gleefully echoed up the walls of the staircase.

“Ah, erm, act natural! Don’t panic!” Matthew whispered as he sat on the floor away from Genevieve.

“You’re the one panicking!” She whispered back, picking up the book she brought from home – flipping it to a random page.

The peppy footsteps stopped at the front of his bedroom door, followed by a series of knocks that imitated the tune “Shave and a Haircut – Two Bits.”

“C’min…” Matthew said back.

Opening the door slowly, Monica playfully peeked in at her brother, before suddenly swinging it open without a care in the world.

“You’re gunna ruin my walls doing that.” Matthew said frustratingly.

“Pfft, walls, shmalls. Hey, guess what?” Monica bounced up and down on her toes, looking down at Matthew.

“What?” He stared up at her, wide eyed.

“I got the apprenticeship! Ahah!” Letting her excitement overtake her, Monica leaped down on her knees to his level before squeezing him for a hug.

This almost sent him flying on his back, but caught her just in time to awkwardly return the embrace.

“That’s good!” He regained his composure, and smiled at her. “I’m happy for you, really…”

“That’s awesome!” Genevieve finally spoke, beaming at Monica.

Monica looked up over her brother’s shoulder, surprised to see Genevieve sitting at the foot of his bed with her usual book in hand.

Her face turned into that of newfound excitement, as she now had a new target for her affections.

“I know, right?!” Quickly getting up from the floor, she skipped over to Genevieve before embracing her head into her chest. “Oh, honey, you have absolutely no idea how nervous I was!” She said in a sad voice, before perking up once again. “But lemme tell you, I got it! Ahah!”

Both Genevieve and Matthew exchanged an awkward look, and a smile that reflected both their defeat, and overall happiness for Monica.

“By the way…” Monica turned to her brother, giving him a devilish look. “Why are your buttons uneven?”

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ntbdrw/first_time_for_anything_foreplay_20m18f/

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