Fast forward a few years, it’s now the summer before my junior year of high school. I got my first car on my Birthday, and my first “real” job, waiting tables at a local restaurant. I took the morning shift so I could spend most of my days at the beach with my friends. I was a swimmer, so l wanted to be in or near water as much as possible. I also liked showing off my curves. I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed the attention I got. Most of the girls at school still hated me, but I had a small group of girlfriends I knew I could trust and rely on. We relished the fact that far more guys stopped by our spot on the beach than the cool girls’ spot.
The job payed off, too, given that my natural assets garnered a lot of tips. I loved having my own money, and if men were gonna look anyway, I might as well benefit from it. See, I was already learning that sex was power, and I had a lot of power if I chose to use it.
At the beach one day, my friends and I were getting settled on our beach towels and putting on our suntan oil. I was making a show of adjusting my bikini top to make sure the girls were nice and perky, and gleaming with oil. It wasn’t long before the first couple of flies flew into our web. I wasn’t really into either of them, but I participated in polite conversation, waiting while my friends engaged with them. Another group of guys started to wander our way, and I decided it was time to take a dip in the lake.
As I waded into the water, I sensed someone close behind me. I turned around and saw one of the guys from the group had peeled off and was following me into the water. “Hi!,” he said. “Hello,” I replied. “I was coming over to talk to you when you headed off toward the water.” “What did you want to talk about?” “Nothing in particular. I just wanted to meet you, I guess. My name’s Nate.” “I’m Lola.”
I was trying to play it cool, but this guy was hotter than I expected (tall, blond hair, blue eyes). I was into him more than I wanted to admit. We talked and horsed around in the water for a little while, until the rest of our now combined group joined us in the water. At the end of the day, Nate got my phone number and left me with the promise that he’d call to make plans. He kept true to his word, and we spent the whole summer together.
And what a summer it was! We were inseparable, and our favorite pastime was making out every chance we got. In fact, we cruised through first and second base within the first two months of dating. Nate, of course, adored my large breasts, and sometimes I felt like I spent more time topless with him than not. I remember the way it felt when he would kiss his way down from my lips to my tits. He would lick and suck on my nipples until they almost hurt, but being right at that line felt incredible! From my beloved massager to my boyfriend’s skillful tongue, I was learning that sexual gratification was a delicate balance between pleasure and pain. And I was all about the pleasure!
As the summer progressed, Nate naturally kept taking our make-out sessions to the next level. We went from kissing and light petting to his breast worship and heavy petting under our clothes. His fingers were a superior replacement for my massager, and I enjoyed exploring Nate’s body, too. I’ll never forget the first time we went “below the belt.”
We were making out on his bed (both of his parents were at work), and as usual, Nate stopped to pull his shirt off and then peeled off mine, too, before removing my bra. He laid on top of me and began kissing me again, when he suddenly ran his hand up my thigh and shoved it under my shorts and panties until he reached my moistening vagina. He lightly grazed it with his fingers, and I sucked in a gasp. With a smile, he grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pants, letting it rest on his growing erection. I had only felt it through his clothes before, so I was wholly distracted by the feel of his hard veiny flesh. Nate looked me in the eyes and said, “I love you, Lo, and I want to love more of you. I want you to love more of me, too. Please, let’s go a little farther than we have before. I want you so bad it hurts!” My head was swimming and I could hardly think straight. I think I mumbled something like, “OK, but just a little farther. Not all the way.” That was all the encouragement he needed.
Nate rolled off me and slid off his shorts and underwear at the same time. Standing naked in front of me, I saw ALL of him for the very first time. He looked like one of those Greek statues we saw in our Geography books–I was in awe of him! Nate bent down and carefully pulled my shorts and panties off, and now I was completely naked in front of him for the first time. I started to feel a little self-conscious when he said, “My god, Lo. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” I grinned widely, and before I could say anything, he was on me. Again, Nate guided my hand up to his rigid cock and said, “Rub it. Please.” I did as he asked, again marveling at the feel of his large member. I cupped my hand around him and pumped slowly up and down rhythmically as he moaned and smiled in approval.
As I continued rubbing and pumping Nate’s cock, he reached down and laid his hand on top of my mound, running his fingers through my short pubic hair. I was just beginning to enjoy that sensation when he suddenly plunged his index and middle fingers into my wet vagina. I gasped loudly and bucked my hips, driving his fingers even deeper inside me. “You’re so wet, Lo! You feel so good!”
I was having a hard time concentrating, but I kept up my pumping rhythm as best as I could, and Nate’s fingers drilled into me so intensely his hand was covered in my wetness. It wasn’t long until Nate cried out, “I’m gonna cum, Lo! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” I kept pumping him as fast as I could, until he suddenly went still and released a string of ejaculate that landed on my flat belly. As Nate took a minute to recover, curiosity got the better of me, and I slid my finger into a pool of his cum and quickly popped it into my mouth. It had a strange salty taste, but it was not unpleasant.
Nate rolled over and gazed adoringly at me as he asked, “Will you cum for me, baby?” I didn’t really know what to say, so I answered, “I’ll try!” With that, Nate kissed me hard and then slid his fingers back into my sopping vagina. He drove them rhythmically in and out until I gently moved his hand up so his fingers were resting on my hard little nub. “It feels really good if you rub me here,” I told him. Eager to please, Nate went to work on my clit, making little adjustments as I directed or in response to my moans. Within a few minutes, I got that old familiar feeling and cried out, “Don’t stop! Don’t change ANYTHING! I’m so close!” Obediently, Nate continued the same rhythmic motions, and just like that, my wave crashed. I cried out in ecstasy as my first orgasm with another person rolled over me. It was the most amazing thing to happen to me yet!
As we caught our breath, Nate and I gazed at each other adoringly and rolled toward each other for a sweet kiss. Nate looked at me and said with a wink, “I think we’re about ready to go to third!”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h05gw5/becoming_lola_part_2_lola_slides_into_second
Look so tasty