? The day started with watching James Bond movies and ended with me taking his virginity. [FM]

Picture it. Summer 2017. Midwest city. Humid as ever.

I (22F) had been dating Ryan (21M) for two months. Ryan was tall, kind of nerdy, and had eyes that made me feel so special when he looked at me. He was shy and sort of awkward. I wasn’t sure if he had ever been in a relationship before, or done more than kiss someone. As for me, well, I was out of my comfort zone. I’d consider myself more of the casual type. He was the first guy I had ever ‘taken it slow’ with. We didn’t even kiss until the second or third date. Come to think of it, he was the first guy I had ever dated. When I say I’m usually the casual type I really mean it.

Anyway, to the story!

After only going on dates in public for a few weeks we started to watch movies at his house. We sat next to each other on his small, leather couch and watched James Bond flicks on his huge tv. The couch was too small to cuddle on comfortably. I would try to rest my head on him but my back would get sore. So we ended up each laying down on opposite ends of the couch. His head was on the left arm of the couch and mine was on the right. Our feet touched in the center. We would trade glances every few minutes. Our eyes were talking in a silent language, as if we were desperately wanting to be pressed up against each other but determined to fight through it. Of course, the whole opposite-ends-of-the-couch thing only lasted until the final scene of each movie, at which point we would both stand up and he would slide his hand across my waist before pulling my arm, leading me to the hallway.

Each time it was the same routine. I followed him through the hallway, down the carpeted stairs, past three rooms, and finally into his bedroom. I would fall down onto his bed and scoot over to make room for him. As soon as he lay down I would turn over so that my back was facing him, and he would push his torso onto mine and wrap his arms around my stomach.

It was so peaceful and intimate to lay like this in silence. The next part of our routine consisted of me drifting off to sleep. I could never help it! His bed was too comfy, his blanket too soft. And each time I started falling into a dream, I would be pulled back into consciousness by a soft “hey.” I would always groan and turn my head towards his a tiny bit, ask “what do you want?” in an annoyed tone as if I didn’t know, and then I would feel his hand move off of my stomach and onto my cheek, pulling my face more towards his.

We always kissed so innocently. It was never in a foreplay type of way. It was different from what I was used to with men. We kissed and remained holding onto each other softly. Eventually I would turn my head back away from his and close my eyes and we would lay there in silence some more.

One day there was a different feeling between us. After we finished our 007 movie of the day and stood up off the couch, I pulled him into me and whispered “come on.” Even though it was his house, and I was just a guest, I grabbed his hand tightly and pulled him through the hallway and down the stairs and into his room.

I fell onto the bed as usual, but when he got under the covers I didn’t turn away from him. Instead, we lay facing each other, our arms intuitively wrapped around each other’s bodies. My face was buried in his chest and I could feel his chin resting on the top of my head. He smelled like lavender fabric softener. “You’re so warm, and you smell so good,” I mentioned as I lifted my face to look at his. He was silent and looked into my eyes for a long time. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

When I took my eyes away and started to move my face back down towards his chest he said “stop” and before I could reply he pressed his lips onto mine. There was something different about the way he was kissing me this time. I felt his fingers run up my neck and into my hair, his hand now cradling my head, while mine roamed his back, eventually slipping under his white t-shirt.

I started pulling his shirt up his chest. He broke our kiss to take it off completely. I had never even seen his bare body before. We started kissing again, this time more sloppily. We had been on our sides facing each other but now his body was pushing mine over. His hips down into mine; my back pressing into the bed.

He started to move his lips so that he was kissing my jaw, then my neck, then my chest. But my dress was in the way of his mouth going any further. Both of us quickly worked my dress over my shoulders and off of me before he continued his trail of kisses. After sucking on each nipple he brought his head up and asked “what do you want to do?” I reached forward. I started to undo his belt. He started kissing me again.

Once I got past his belt, button, and zipper, I pulled his cock out of his briefs. He was so hard and warm. We stayed kissing messily with him on top of me. I stroked his cock, running my thumb over the tip and feeling his precum. I used my fingers to spread his own wetness all over his dick, stroking him to the rhythm of our tongues. After a few minutes of this, I pulled his body closer to mine, and started to grind my pelvis against his.

He was breathing heavily. I was grinding harder and harder into his body. He sucked my neck and collarbone. I felt his hand run the length of my torso, thigh, down my leg, back up my leg, and onto my pussy. I hummed my feeling of pleasure into his ear. His hand moved up and down the outside of my pussy, the tips of his fingers easily spreading my labia due to how wet I was. He looked up at me. “Yeah?” I looked into his eyes and answered, “yeah.” We maintained eye contact as he slid two fingers inside of me. A gasp escaped my lungs. I immediately put my arms around him and drew his head closer to mine, bringing my lips towards his once again.

His fingers slid in and out of me. Our kissing was out of pace. My body wanted too many things at once. To keep feeling his tongue on mine, to let out deep breaths over and over again, and to moan forever. His thumb was pressing into my clit while his fingers moved inside of me. Fuck. Oh, I didn’t want it to ever stop. But eventually it did as I felt his hand leave my body.

He sat up straight. “Can I fuck you?” he asked. We had talked a few dates prior about this. He had told me that he was waiting to have sex with someone special. I didn’t expect that person to be me. I asked in a concerned tone if he was sure, to which he replied “I’m going to fuck you.”

At this point my pussy was throbbing. It was as if my heartbeat from everywhere else in my body was concentrated in that one area. I was still laying on my back. He was still over me. He grabbed my thighs and pushed my legs back so my knees went towards my chest. He took his cock in one hand and rubbed it up and down the outside of my pussy “God, you’re so fucking wet.” “Am I?” I smirked. To prove it, he slid three fingers into me, swirled them around, then took them out. Next he brought the fingers up to my mouth. I parted my lips. He put his fingers into my mouth and I could taste the sweetness of my soaked pussy. Mmm.

He took his hand back and continued rubbing his cock along my pussy again. He aligned his tip and slid in just an inch. “Ohhhh,” he moaned. He pulled it out and rubbed it in my wetness again before going in again, this time another inch. He started to pull back but then thrust himself fully inside of me. I cried out as I felt his cock fill up every square inch of my pussy.

He moved in and out of me, slowly, sensually, gently. I could sense his vulnerability. I moved my hips to my own rhythm and he joined in. For someone with no experience he definitely knew how to follow someone’s lead. His body pounded into mine over and over again while our foreheads started showing beads of sweat. Eventually he started slowing down. I put my hands on his chest and indicated for him to stop. Then I crawled out from under him, watched him flip onto his back, and climbed on top of him.

I leaned down to kiss him as I lowered myself onto his dripping wet cock. He gripped my breasts which were dangling over his face. I moved my hips side to side, up and down. We looked into each other’s eyes while I rode him. He looked like he had been waiting his whole life for my pounding pussy.

After a while of riding him up and down, I fell back onto the bed and wiped my hair from my sweaty face. For a minute he didn’t move and I thought maybe I had wore him out; maybe he wasn’t ready for this; maybe we should have taken things slower. But then all of a sudden he was on top of me again, picking me up by my hips and turning me over. Now my ass was in front of his dick; my elbows and knees on the bed. One of his hands lay on the small of my back. I felt him adjust himself, then felt the warmth of his cock being pushed into me with more force than earlier. Oh fuck.

I had to use all of my arm strength not to give in to the force pushing me down into the bed. He slid in and out of me over and over again. The hand that had been on my lower back was now gripping a chunk of my hair. He pulled on my hair, causing my back to arch and his dick to thrust deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh fuck” My cries of pleasure were surely heard by the neighbors.

His momentum shifted and he loosened his grip on my hair. I let his body push me into the bed finally. Now I was practically laying on my stomach. His thrusts got deeper and slower; his breaths more shallow. “Fuck I’m gonna-“ before he could even finish his sentence I could feel him explode inside of me, followed by pulses that I knew were waves of pleasure inside of him.

He collapsed onto the mattress next to me. He kissed my lips tenderly and let out a sigh. We smiled at each other until falling into the best nap he’s probably ever had in his life. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lnzg93/the_day_started_with_watching_james_bond_movies