First time posting here. I think I have a few more episodes in this series if you’re interested. Let me know what you think.
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I can’t believe we’ve been dating for four months now. When she showed up at the movie theater her first day working there I got that spell you get when you lay eyes on someone so gorgeous you can’t think straight. Little did I know that she wasn’t able to think much around me either. Her walk, her smile, the way I catch her staring at me, her subtle but inviting curves, the silky smoothness of her skin drives me crazy. Such is young love; we’re only months away from graduating high school and who knows where life will lead as we’re less than a year away from our 20s.
“What’cha thinkin’ about?”, she asked as we drove back from a concert. This was a frequent question she had for me. She seemed so interested in my answers. To be honest, half the time I wasn’t thinking about anything but I’d just tell her something I thought of earlier that day; the other half of the time I was too embarrassed to say what I was thinking about her – I wonder if she ever saw me blush in those moments.
My mind raced back to earlier that evening at the concert. It was my first time down on the main floor at a rock concert, first time seeing drugs (wasn’t interested in using them), and my first time jumping the barrier – this was a night of firsts. We had worked our way to the very front and as the main band came out and played the crowd rushed the stage. Suddenly we found ourselves pressed up against those around us, against the barrier, and against each other. We stayed there through most of the first song but the pressure kept getting stronger. I held her close as we were pressed up against each other’s sweaty bodies rubbing back and forth with the motions of the crowd. I don’t know when I’ve ever sweat that much.
Eventually, we signaled to the stage guards that we wanted out, they helped us over the barrier, and we headed down a side hallway that lead to the back of the venue. We seemed to be the only ones in the hallway so she stopped halfway and said, “Hold on.” She proceeded to take off her shirt wringing it out. I did the same. I couldn’t help but notice her white, now see through, cami tank top underneath sticking to her skin. She smiled, signaled me with her eyebrows, and slid that off too wringing it out. We were both breathing heavily and I could see her breasts heaving up and down into her bra. She turned and smiled blushing at my probably dumbfounded look – it was me that was wondering what she was thinking this time – then said, “Come on, let’s finish the concert.”
“So, what are you thinking about?”, she asked again. My mind raced. Do I tell her what’s on my mind: what my mind has obsessed over ever since that hallway? What did that signal mean back in the hallway? Was I reading too much into an innocent flirt? I had more questions than answers. I went for it. “Oh, I don’t know. But I sure can’t keep my mind off of that hallway.” She seemed a bit surprised, but also eager at my forwardness. She swallowed slowly and was about to say something but I interrupted, “Well, what are you thinking about?” She looked forward at the road for a moment then responded, “Same.”
It was winter and quite cold outside. We had established a ritual of my walking her to the basement backdoor of her house when I dropped her off. That was prime time for making out as we said our goodbyes. It was late and the clear skies make the coldness bite. As I kissed her she said, “It’s freezing outside. Let’s go inside for a bit.” We quietly slipped inside and the warmth was inviting. Her home had a wood pellet heater downstairs that let off a warm, ruddy glow. We sat down on the couch and continued silently saying our goodbyes. After a moment she backed up a bit, paused with that same smile I saw in the hallway, then said one word, “Stay.” What did she mean? “These clothes are disgusting, I’ll be right back.”
I sat there staring at the glow and feeling the warmth from the heater relax my skin. I was about to check the time when she came back in the room. She was wearing one of my shirts she had stolen a while ago that was far too big for her – she insisted she was not giving back – and a pair of silk PJ shorts. She walked in front of where I was sitting, stopped for a second scanning my eyes, then slowly lowered herself onto me, her knees sinking into the couch by my hips. I wrapped my arms around her and she leaned down to kiss me. This was far more than a goodbye. Was this what the signal was from the hallway?
We continued passionately kissing and she began moving up and down slowly as we breathed heavier. Her shorts glided smoothly across my now throbbing crotch. She leaned back for a moment then reached down to pull my shirt off. I was glad to have it off as it was quite disgusting from before. She sat up arching her back. The faint glow from the side revealed that she had nothing on underneath her shirt and I could see the shape of the tips of her nipples. She moved her hips back and forth and her breasts swayed gently with the motion.
She kissed down my neck and onto my chest then glided her hands onto my stomach. I laid down on the couch to give her better reach. She got off the couch, kneeling on the floor, and continued kissing my stomach – a favorite of ours. My crotch was throbbing now, restricted by my jeans. I softly moaned as I felt her kiss my lower stomach. She stopped briefly, turned her head making eye contact with me, then slowly slid her hand down my pants. She watched the expression on my face looking for my reaction. I melted into her hand. I could feel her move around my dick softly feeling it throbbing. It was a bit wet with pre-cum which she used to slide up and down easier. She then pulled her hand out, unbuttoned my pants, and slowly unzipped them.
She paused to see my reaction. I didn’t waste any time, sat up, then slid my pants off. As I sat there in my boxers she stood up in front of where I was sitting, signaled invitingly with her eyebrows again, then crossed her arms in front of her. She slowly lifted her shirt above her head exposing her breasts. They rested exquisitely onto her body. Her nipples were erect and she bit her lower lip just slightly. She slowly walked towards me then lowered herself gradually back onto me like before. This time the warmth of our skin pressed together. She slid back and forth as I guided her hips, she was looking up slightly and arching her back. This time I could feel throbbing and wetness not just from my dick but now from her pussy. It seemed to be opening to me as it caressed. I leaned forward and slowly pressed my lips against her breast when she grabbed my head with her hands and pressed me further in. I opened my mouth and welcomed her hardened nipple into it – twirling it with my tongue. She moaned softly and sunk deeper into my waist.
This continued as our movements grew stronger. I pleasured her breasts as she guided my head back and forth. Her breathing grew faster and deeper – she was doing most of the work – then she leaned back putting her hands on my knees. Her breasts stretched along her chest pointing her nipples upwards. I glided my hands over them as she arched her hips towards me. Another wave of pre-cum came and I wondered if part of my white boxers were the ones see through now. I slid my hand down to her lower stomach. Still arched, she whispered, “Touch me.” I tugged on the front of her shorts then dipped my hand into them. She was trimmed but not shaven. I slid across her blossomed and moist pussy and she gyrated with pleasure. Her movements became faster and her breathing more erratic, almost shaking. She sat up suddenly and sat down on my hand still grinding on it, faster now. I kept moving back and forth feeling her moisture then she gripped me tight and let out a strained moan. My eyes opened wide, “Was she orgasming?” We had never gone anywhere near this far before. She groaned again and things became even more wet.
After a few more movements she stopped and just held me tight regaining her breath. Without saying a word she stood back up standing in front of me again, reached into her shorts, then dropped them to the floor. She stood there nude and unashamed. My throbbing dick could barely take it any longer. She stepped forward, leaned down, looked at me in the eyes and said, “Your turn.”, then slid my boxers off. My dick raised now unconstrained. I could feel coolness as the air in the room brushed against my coating of pre-cum.
She looked at me, down at my crotch, licked her lips then straddled me again on the couch. Her pussy slid naturally against my dick as each other’s wetness blended together lubricating our movements. “Wait.” I said, stopping just briefly. “It’s okay, remember.” she said – she had talked about being on the pill before. She arched back again lifting her pussy slightly above my dick. I reached down, grabbed my shaft, and angled it to enter her. She inhaled audibly then exhaled groaning as she sat down and I entered her. Her pussy wrapped around me and we stared into each other’s eyes. She began moving up and down with slight motions to the side. Each time felt as though I was going deeper feeling her warmth and wetness more and more. Our breathing became louder and we softly groaned in pleasure. I could feel myself edging closer and losing control. I groaned again, this time deeper, and she leaned back slightly, eyes wide and her mouth open.
I felt myself come. All the pressure that had built up suddenly released into her. She inhaled suddenly her eyes widening even more and her mouth now wide open. I instinctively grabbed her waist firmly, slapping her skin as I did. She made a high-pitched gasp of pleasure as I thrust upwards harder and harder, waves of cum leaving my body. In response she grabbed my head, pulled it towards her breasts, and as I kissed her nipples she started to shake again. We melted into one another convulsing slightly as our bodies took over. It felt so good to be inside her, a closeness I had never thought possible. We thrusted for a while longer gradually slowing our pace. Her breathing returned to normal again and she finally collapsed into my arms – her weight thrusting me into her one last time.
I’m glad I stayed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/90rqjd/stay_ep_1_mf_virgins_younglove_intercourse
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That was great! Can’t wait to read the rest!