The First Time (or why you don’t leave two sexually frustrated and emotional virgins alone in an empty house) [M/F]

     The rain tapped lightly on the roof, filling the silence that enveloped my bedroom. We sat at either end of my bed in the corner of my room, soaking in the aftermath of the chilled phone call from the boy’s mother. His brows knitted as he looked to the floor.
     "I…I don't know what…" He trailed off, covering his face with his hands.
     "Hey," I started, trying to find the words. "It's ok-"
     "No, it's not!" He exploded, turning to me with pain in his eyes. I sat back, startled. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes squeezed shut. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't get any of this right. No matter what I do, someone is always going to be pissed at me!"
     “Nothing is wrong with you,” I said, shifting on the burgundy comforter, “Not a single thing.”
     “I can’t appease them without hurting you, and I can’t make you happy without starting a war with them,” he muttered. “I can’t win.”
     I didn't know what to do- I'd never seen someone in a state like that. Looking at him then, watching him wrestle his demons with his eyes squeezed shut and head against the wall, I knew I couldn't fully comprehend what he was going through. I hated his parents for making such a big deal over something so small, but I knew that his entire future depended on them so he couldn't afford to argue. I didn’t know what to do.

     I just wanted to fix it.

     Slowly, I crawled across the bed to be closer to him.
     "It's ok, love," I said, more quietly than I'd meant to. He opened his blue eyes as I sat up on my knees and took his head in my hands. "It's gonna be ok." He pulled me into a long hug, holding me tightly as if I would float away otherwise. When we finally pulled back, I kissed him. We'd shared many a kiss over the past year, but this one was different. The others had mostly been light and sweet and gentle; this one was deep and hard and burned my chest, making me clutch at him like he had to me moments before. His hands went to my waist, pulling me upwards as the kiss intensified.

     In a split second decision, I lowered myself onto my back, pulling him on top of me. We lay flush and roughly traced the curves of each other's body with splayed hands, grabbing and pulling until there was no room between us. I moved underneath him, slowly positioning my legs on either side of his. My breath hitched slightly as his mouth left mine and began trailing kisses across my jaw. He sucked at my neck and made his way progressively lower, hand sliding to my chest with ease. When he reached the collar of my button-up shirt, he pulled away for a moment and looked me in the eye, wordlessly asking for permission. I nodded and tugged the hem of his blue tshirt up.

     As his shirt hit the floor, the boy popped open the first three buttons of mine. We sat up for a moment to get my arms out of the sleeves before going right back down again, lips interlocked. I shuddered involuntarily as he kneaded my chest through my bra; goosebumps peppered my skin as he slid his hands behind me to fumble with the hooks. Soon, my black brassiere landed on the floor next to the shirts.

     As he kissed my neck and chest, I made small circles with my hips, pushing them into his. He let out a small groan and reached down to grasp my backside, grinding into me. I slid my hand down his chest to where our legs met and grasped the bulge at his zipper, causing a hiss to escape his lips. He raised his eyes to mine and gave me one more permission-seeking look. I unbuckled his belt in response.
As his jeans hit the floor, he unzipped my shorts and quickly helped me out of them, leaving us in our underwear. As he lowered back down between my legs and moved against me, I let out an involuntary whine. He gave a throaty growl and kissed me roughly, sending my body into overdrive.
Suddenly, he wrapped both arms around me and rolled us over so that he was on his back with me straddling. I ground hard into him, eliciting an audible noise from both of us. He cupped one of my breasts and slid its peak into his mouth as my hands tangled in his hair. Finally, I reached down and slipped my fingers under the waistband of his black boxers. A shudder shot through his body and we locked eyes.
Somehow we got both pairs of underwear off almost simultaneously. He held himself up with one hand, the other trailing down my stomach. He touched me, moving his fingers in deft little circles that made me cry out involuntarily. He sucked in a breath sharply as I took him into my hand, shakily kissing him and carefully positioning myself over him. Then, he pushed inside me.

     It was as if time stood still.

     It didn't hurt like the women at church had warned me it would; the sensation was just so wholly foreign that I momentarily forgot how to breathe. We opened our eyes and looked at each other for a moment, suddenly realizing that we weren't going to be immediately struck down for this.

     I moved. He groaned.
     He moved. I gasped.
     We moved, quickly finding our rhythm. After a moment I rolled us onto my back to give him the reins, which he took agilely. He took his time, skillfully working on me with his mouth and hands and only reaching a crescendo after I had.
     The rain continued to tap lightly on the roof above as we held each other in silence.

~Lily

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/363jeq/the_first_time_or_why_you_dont_leave_two_sexually