I woke up the next morning with my body sore from using muscles I didn’t know I had and a mind torn between my new found liberation and strict upbringing. And yet, there was a comfort in the feeling of Steven’s skin against mine and the sound of his breathing as he slept beside me. I knew there was a safety with him in exploring myself with him, but still a nagging feeling that something was wrong.
I soon felt him stir and roll onto his back. I turned to rest my head on his chest. We laid in silence for a while as I listened to his heartbeat. Steven gently stroked my back and we enjoyed the feeling of our skin against the other’s. Finally, Steven broke the silence.
“How do you feel?”
“Physically? Sore. Mentally? Torn.”
Steven remained silent but through his body I could feel a hurt come through him. I quickly added:
“I don’t have any regrets, though. I know I made the right choice. It’s just that all these things were so engrained in my head that while my heart is satisfied, my brain is battling.”
The relief came and he gave me a little squeeze.
“I think I need to take some time to think things out and pray on it a little. Do you want to see my favorite place on the property to be alone?”
“Sure!”
“Yay! Let’s pack up some blankets and take a little picnic lunch.”
We got out of bed and Steven began grabbing his clothes.
“Wait. This is going to sound weird, but can we stay naked? Part of me is enjoying the liberation and the property is huge and no one will see us. Plus, the clothes I was wearing last night require a bra and they just don’t fit right. Everything else is in the car.”
Steven clearly needed no coaxing to be around my nude body as we gathered supplies and I led him to the barn. There I showed him how to operate the four wheelers and led him through the woods on the familiar path until we came to a clearing by the pond. On a hill beside it was a rock where I sat and Steven laid out a blanket in front and laid down. He didn’t bother me as I sat and began to pray and think through everything. The thoughts of our relationship and especially the previous night ran through my head. Even as I prayed over everything, the now familiar stirring in my body began and when I got up there was a clear wet spot on the rock.
I joined Steven on the blanket and asked him “what would you say if I decided that I didn’t want to repeat last night until I was married?”
“Then, I wouldn’t have sex again until we’re married” he replied.
“You know, you once told me that the way you see it, God is omnipotent and already knew the social norms would change. And I think you’re right. Also, subconsciously, I think I agreed with you that it’s ok with someone you truly love. Don’t worry, you won’t be waiting.”
I noticed his dick twitch and began to stroke it, feeling it grow in my left hand. As I stroked him, I moved to sit in front of him, letting him see my body. He let out moans encouraging me to continue my motions until I could tell through his panting he was close. Steven ejaculated all over my hand. I had to laugh when I saw his cum coating my promise ring.
That afternoon we ate then swam in the pond. Making plenty of excuses to brush against each other before heading back to the house. As we didn’t take towels we were soaked and covered in mud when we returned.
“Becca, can I take you to dinner tonight?”
“No, I’ve got an appointment in town early tomorrow. Why don’t you come with me and we’ll make a day of it. Let’s go shower and I’ll cook you dinner.”
“If that’s the case, can I make an awkward suggestion?”
“Yeah?”
“You mentioned how uncomfortable your bra was under certain clothes. You know I have a sister and my best friend is a girl. I could tell your bra didn’t fit at all. Let’s take you to get fitted properly. Your boobs deserve proper support!”
“Wait. Are you serious? That’s why it’s so loose?! Thanks, mom.”
Steven and I went into shower. Washing and touching each other. His hands ran through my bush, washing my tits and ass, caressing me all over. He was hard and I whispered that I wanted him to take me right there. He declined explaining you needed lube or it would be uncomfortable. We got out, dried off, and Steven pushed me onto the edge of the bed.
I spread my legs, ready for him to penetrate me. Instead he surprised me by getting on his knees and licking up my opening. I felt him moan as his mouth covered my clot and his tongue began to flick against it. Mimicking the motions he used with his fingers the night before, Steven’s tongue teased me sending waves of pleasure through my whole body. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast while I moaned with pleasure. My hands ran through his brown waves pulling his head closer as the orgasm approached. My hips involuntarily thrusted into his face as I came.
Steven approached the bed and climbed in, beckoning me to him. Instead, I pushed him over and straddled him. Taking his dick in my hand, I guided him into me with a gasp as I lowered myself onto him. I still couldn’t get over the feeling of my tight walls stretching and the fullness I felt each time I lowered myself into his lap. My thrusts got a little vigorous, though, and he slipped out. Wordlessly, Steven took my hips and got me rocking my hips. With his thumb on my clit I quickly came again. Steven pulled me back to the edge of the bed and turned me over. He quickly stood behind and entered me from behind.
I was moaning louder as he pushed himself deep inside me. I screamed his name as I came again with my face crashing onto the mattresses. He kept thrusting harder, bringing me to another orgasm as he grabbed my bouncing breasts from behind. As my body constricted against him, I could feel him building up and pushed him off me and got on my knees in front of me. I slid my mouth over the tip his cock, tasting my own sweet juices. He was panting and moaning until I finally took him all the way into my mouth and I felt him release.
My head shot back but I grabbed his ass and held my mouth over the tip until his cum began to dribble onto my chest. As I let him out of my mouth more dribbled down and with a gulp I swallowed it.
“Well,” Steven said. “We’ve had our appetizer. Why don’t I help you cook dinner?”
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