The Night I Lost My Virginity - A first time sex Story

Amy and Jim had been an item sense the end of their junior year at the

university.  They were both “beautiful” people, very popular with many friends.

Amy’s friends often told her she had a real catch!  He WAS good to look at: about

6 foot, 180 pounds, sandy-blond hair, blue eyes.  Jim really took pride in his

appearance and his body, thinking of himself as somewhat a body builder, though

he lacked the muscle mass to be taken very seriously. And then there was the

financial security: unlike many business majors with uncertain to dismal job

prospects, Jim had an entry level executive position waiting for him after their

June wedding and honeymoon.  There was also considerable advancement potential,

being that the job was with his brother’s marketing company.

Amy was a striking young woman, red hair –more red than reddish- blond, deep

green eyes, and alabaster skin.  She stood 5′4″, weighed 112 pounds, with rather

ideal measurements of 35, 23, 35.  She filled out a C cup nicely.  Her tummy was

flat, and everything was taut and firm thanks to the daily swimming she enjoyed.

Amy had an out going personality, friendly, but with a touch of temper she

attributed to her Irish grandmother.

Yes, everyone said Amy and Jim made a beautiful couple!  Not that everything was

a-okay with them privately.  First, Amy got rather irritated at Jim’s tendency to

be a jerk when around his friends; the macho act and her feeling of being treated

as a trophy was the source of more than one fight!  Jim said Amy didn’t

understand how good friends were important to a guy; hell, many of them would end

up being business clients someday.

And then there was the sex.  They fought about it almost every time they were

alone.  Amy had actually kept her virginity for her wedding night.  That

commitment –a pledge to her dad as he died of cancer when she was a blossoming

13 year old– had gotten her all the way through high-school and her freshman

year at college without any real trouble.  With a few exceptions, most guys were

understanding; Jim was an exception.  First of all, Jim wasn’t sure he believed

her.  On the other hand, he felt a certain male pride in knowing she’d saved it

for HIM.  And given that she’d saved it for him, it made no sense to Jim that

they should wait until their wedding night.

And now that their wedding night was finally here he had expected the conflict to

end… But it wasn’t turning out how either had pictured.  In their wildest

fantasies, neither of these two could have pictured what was taking place!

Amy had pictured –and planned for– a very romantic, intimate experience. She’d

carefully chosen her peignoir to present her virginity to her new husband: all

white lace, silk, and chiffon.  She even shaved off all her sparse red hair from

her pubic area, not merely to enhance her clean virginal innocence, but for an

other reason as well –one which you’ll learn later.

Jim had also pictured things VERY differently than they were turning out. He’d

pictured sweeping his bride from her feet, carrying her across the threshold of

their bridal suite…  He’d pictured her swooning –finally– at his masculine

sinew as he took charge of her deflowering.  Oh, he was a little concerned

–given his past performance with other ladies– that his own performance might

not live up to his expectations, but he’d prepared for that; a liberal –and

discreet– application of “Prolong” cream should do the trick. Jim wasn’t really

concerned about Amy’s expectations; she was a virgin after all!  She’d finally

convinced him of that.  He’d been suspicious at first, but why would she withhold

after they became engaged, unless her story of that promise to her dieing father

was true.

That promise: to save her virginity for her wedding night had been fulfilled. It

was her wedding night and she was a virgin!  And she was about to loose that

virginity on her bridal bed with her husband in the bridal suite.  But that’s

were the conventional picture ends!

Amy looked up into the eyes of the man who was going to deflower her. She sensed

his potency, his unquestionable virility, his sexual confidence.  Her deep green

eyes sparkled with a fire and lust that she’d waited 22 years to quench.  She

looked into the eyes of the man that was going to quench her desires and in those

black-brown eyes she saw a lust that matched her own. She glanced at his two

friends who would be his relief, then back to his powerful black abdomen, rippled

with muscle.  Her pussy tingled with anticipation.  Her gaze lowered to his black

stock, shiny with the KY jelly that would lubricate the deed.  As she reached for

it between her legs, Amy asked her husband –restrained and gagged under her, his

head between and below her spread legs, “Jim, can you see ok?  Do you need your

glasses?  I don’t want you to miss anything, Jim darling!”

Jim whimpered through his gag as he saw Amy’s dainty white hand wrap around–well

not quite, her finger tips failed to touch by about an inch– the 10 plus inch

black cock that bobbed above his face.  As the broad purple-black cock tip

touched his new bride’s bare, white, virginal pussy lips, Jim tried to force his

eyes to close.

He found closing his eyes no easier to do, than to turn the clock back 36 hours.

Back to when he found out his brother’s wife had hired a black male stripper for

Amy’s bachelorette party.  Back to when he couldn’t get her to cancel her party

–or her attendance to it– and had to settle for her promise to be a good girl,

even though she didn’t understand why the promise was so important to him –as if

she’d ever been anything but good.  Back to when he’d made a similar promise to

her in exchange; how could he have known that his brother had hired two strippers

for his own bachelor party?  Back to when they’d all taunted him into the bedroom

with those… ladies!  Back to the wedding reception this afternoon when a

careless remark had spilled the beans. Back just hours to any number of points in

time when he might have said something differently –anything– that would have

made Amy understand it wasn’t the same thing!

Jim was fuming inside!  Had been for 36 hours!  He was pissed: at his damned

brother’s damned wife!  At Amy for going to her party when he said she shouldn’t!

 At those whores and all his buddies and his brother for making it happen last

night.  At his brother again at the reception for making the comment about the

`30 second wonder!’ –how the fuck could Amy have understood that?  At Amy again

for threatening this very thing… and then DOING IT!  And these black guys for

going along with this demented act!  And for having such big cocks! Yes, Jim was

pissed at everyone but JIM!  He even reeled inside when one of the black guys

watching made the next declaration, “I don’t think ya’ll need to worry ’bout

O’Jim boy there; he’s got himself an erection!  Yes, I do believe that’s what

that is: an fucking little white erection!”

Perhaps if we rolled back a little, we could better understand the events of

Amy’s wedding night.  By the beginning of her sophomore year she deduced that she

might well be the only virgin in her whole dorm, certainly she was the only one

in the “beautiful” crowd.  She actually dreaded being discovered as one; the

pressure to be sexually active came from all directions.

Many of her friends were jealous when she was asked out by the star running back,

Tom.  He was a well chiseled specimen: thick black hair and slate gray eyes.  He

could have modeled.  He’d taken her to a party at a frat house; booze was

everywhere as were semi-nude bodies in various states of passion. Amy usually

didn’t put herself into this kind of position, but this guy was so gorgeous.  Her

friends had hinted that this jock was not one to turn down, even on the first

date, at least not if you’d like to be asked out by him again or any of his

friends; he could have his pick.  She knew exactly what was coming when the

library room he was going to show her turned out to be a vacant frat bedroom.

She used the “solemn oath to my dieing father” argument that had worked so many

times before… and he didn’t believe it!  Tom was livid!  Amy was scared she

might actually be raped.  He accused her of being a prick tease.  “How do you

figure that?  I haven’t done anything to lead you on!”

“You went out with me!  Everybody knows I score on the first date!”

“Well, not with me you don’t!”

“Look, my friends know I’m up here with you… If word got out I didn’t nail you,

my reputation would be ruined and I guarantee you, you’d never get a date from

any of my friends… and I’ve got plenty!  Now loosen up, grow up, and become a

woman!”  With that Tom had maneuvered Amy against the wall; his hands pushing up

on her sweater to grope her tits.  Amy snapped.  Later She didn’t remember

thinking about kneeing him before it happened, but suddenly her knee was buried

in his groin.  His breath left him in a beer smelly blast in her face.  He was

already on his knee when hers struck a second time.  Amy was on her way to the

door before he hit the floor.

Amy knew that was the end of her dating career, at least with anyone who knew

anyone in this crowd.  She almost went ahead and admitted to her friends that she

was a virgin; what the hell –her social life was over anyway.  Then the

strangest thing happened: Jeff, another member of the football team called and

asked her out.  This was crazy!  Amy accepted just to find out why he asked.

It didn’t take long.  With Jeff’s first attempt to cop a feel, Amy knew it was

time to explain her virginity.  He laughed.  At first Amy figured he, like Tom,

didn’t believe her; then he revealed that Tom was telling anyone who asked that,

“You were `okay, not the best, but okay.’  Look, Amy, the guy’s a legend in his

own mind.  If he admitted he didn’t score with you, his reputation would be

ruined!”

“That bastard!  So he’s telling people we did it?  That SOB!”

“Now I didn’t say that.  His exact words were, `She’s okay, got’s some moves, not

the best, but okay.’  Now that’s not explicitly saying you two… you know, did

it!”

“Only moves he saw from me was my knee in his groin, then the side of his head!

That SOB!”  Jeff laughed.  Amy studied him.  “Aren’t you upset?  I mean, if you

asked me out expecting…”

“Relax, you’re safe with me… I say he had it coming.  Damn, I’d like to have

seen that!”

“I guess I should be grateful he didn’t blab I was a frigid fish! Sometimes this

virginity shit is a social stigma!”

“Well, we can cure that easy enough!”  Her look made him rethink that. “Sorry!

Couldn’t resist!  Some guys gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.”

Amy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  “Thank you!”

He held her face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the lips, “Your secrets

safe.”  He released her with a smile.  “Hay, you want to get to Tom’s head?”  She

brightened at the question.  “Go out with me again.  When he asks –and he will–

I’ll say something like `You’re right, Tom!  She’s got some excellent moves!’

And if he presses the issue, I’ll say, `Hay Tom, you know a gentleman doesn’t

kiss and tell!’ and I won’t, but the fact that we’re going out again will drive

him crazy!  `Sides, I bet we can have some fun together, NO PRESSURE, honest!”

Amy liked it.  By their third date she also liked Jeff.  He didn’t pressure her.

They necked, petted some.  Jeff let Amy set the pace. She really was very

passionate.  By their 6th date Amy wondered if she was going to be able to keep

her promise.  Not because Jeff was pressuring her; her own body was. Amy made a

very conscious decision. She called Jeff and asked if they could go for a walk.

“Jeff, you’ve been super.  It’s not fair to you, I know.  If half the lines I

heard over the years about what it does to a guy not to… you know… have an

orgasm after being aroused is true, then you’ve been hurting some.”

“That’s assuming you’ve aroused me.”

Amy studied his face until he couldn’t keep it straight any more. Slapping his

arm playfully, Amy said, “You bum!  I may be a virgin, but I’m not totally naive!

 I guess I’m saying that maybe I haven’t been totally fair to you.”

“Amy, is this some graceful way of telling me you don’t want to see me any more?

Before you answer, let me say that we HAVE accomplished what we set out to do;

Tom’s squirming every time I see him.  I’m not admitting anything, and he isn’t

either.  It’s great!”

“Oh, I know!  He won’t even look at me when we pass on campus…

“But, no, a let down is not what this is about.  I want to see you now because I

like you.  I have since the beginning.  Those necking sessions were not part of

an act to get back at Tom.  I hope they weren’t for you…”

“They weren’t!  You’re a great gal!  Like I said our first date: `Some guy’s

gunna be a lucky SOB on his wedding night.’  So, where was this conversation

headed when you started it?”

“Well, what I’ve decided –and I wanted to tell you now instead of in the heat of

some necking session– is that I know there are… things we can do… ah, that,

ah… well, you know… that won’t take my virginity in a technical way, but

won’t leave you with… what do they call them?…”

“Blue balls?”  Amy nodded.  Jeff laughed.  “Amy, I don’t think I’m going to shock

you when I say that I have, after several of our dates, done exactly what I hope

you have: I’ve masturbated to relieve the sexual tension.”

Amy blushed.  “Me?”  They looked at each other.  Amy was the first to break. She

laughed falling into his arms.  Finally when their laughter subsided enough, Amy

looked up into Jeff’s blue eyes with her own green ones and said, “Can we do each

other?  Would you teach me? Without taking my virginity?”

“Madam, it would be an honor and extreme pleasure!”

Before the evening was over Amy had discovered new realms of pleasure. She

discovered she loved to have her breasts suckled and that someone else’s fingers

felt much better on your clitoris than your own.  She also held a real live penis

for the first time.  “It’s so BIG!” she exclaimed as they set on the edge of his

bed.

“Well, I’m glad your impressed, but honestly, it’s not much bigger than average.

An old girl friend measured it once: 6-3/4 inches; average is between 5-1/2 to

6-1/2 or so they say.”

“Was she a virgin?  Did it hurt her?  I’m sorry, that’s not fair to ask about

your former girl friends.”  Amy was slowly stroking his shaft with her palm,

unsure how to handle it.

“It’s ok.  It’s not like you know Karen or anything.  She was my high-school

steady.  And yeah, it hurt a little the first time, I guess.  They say it usually

does, but she was ready… and came back for more.  Sorry, that sounded a little

crude….And Amy, it’s ok to wrap your fingers around it….Yeah, that’s it.”

“What became of her?  If that’s too nosy…”

“It’s ok.  She went to a different college; wants to be a nurse.  We agreed it

was unrealistic to not date others.  We still write and are close… friends; you

know.  You’re a natural at that.”

“What?  Oh!”  She’d been stroking his cock up and down quite handily. “It’s neat!

 Kind’a hot!  It’s hard to imagine a girl taking on one much bigger… How big do

they come any way?”

“I assume you mean size?”  Amy gave him a what-else-is-there look, then blushed.

“Well, I’ve seen a few prono movies that had guys 9, maybe 10 inches.  I’ve heard

rumors of 12, but that’s likely just bragging or exaggeration.”

“Holy shit!  I can’t imagine!”

“Now remember, babies manage the passage, so I think things are fairly malleable

in there.”

Amy blushed again, thinking about –and picturing Jeff thinking about– her own

internal female anatomy.  “Yeah, but they say child birth is the most painful of

natural human experiences!”

“I wouldn’t argue against that… Amy, do you want to get each other off?  If you

do, we need to get more comfy, and agree not to talk about old girl friends, Tom,

female capacity, or big cocks… Well, I guess the later would be ok if it helps

feed a fantasy you have and that helps you get over the top.”  Amy knew exactly

what he meant. Jeff was removing his clothes, all of them.

“Sorry, I was just curious I guess.”  Jeff got into his bed.  Amy stole a few

glances at his manhood before he covered himself to the waist.  Her own blouse

was open, bra undone and jean shorts unzipped. She felt clumsy.  “Can I keep my

panties on?  I’d be more comfortable, I think.”

“Sure, but you’ve got to trust me and relax.  I won’t do anything to pop your

cherry as the saying goes.  You’ve got me almost as committed to your promise to

your dad as you are!”  Amy leaned over and kissed him.  “Do you need help

undressing?”  His hands helped her remove her blouse and bra.  She did her own

jean shorts and spun around into the invitation of raise covers Jeff gave her.

Discovery number 17 (or there about): Naked bodies feel REALLY good against each

other!  “You left your socks on.” Jeff said as she rubbed her feet on his lower

legs.

“Cold feet I guess.”  Jeff smiled at all the meanings that could be placed to

that.

“Let me see if I can warm you.”  His kiss was gentle.  “You are special, Amy!”

She melted.

Amy’s kiss back was more urgent.  “I’ve never trusted a guy like I do you!” Soon

they were lost in passionate kisses with lots of tongue exploration. Jeff moved

to her neck and then her breasts.  Amy’s nipples were hard and standing out

almost half an inch.  Soon she could take no more of that and pulled Jeff up so

she could reach his manhood that was leaving wet trails around her thighs.

Quickly the urgency of each was matched by the mutual manipulation of the other’s

genitalia.  Jeff fought the temptation to use his fingers IN her; he concentrated

on her clit, making only teasing forays gently up and down her slit occasionally

for lubrication –it was spread nicely.

Amy was soon beside herself, lost in the undiscovered feelings rushing through

her.  Her passion feed Jeff’s and he wished he’d thought to bring a hand towel.

With his free hand he was able to reach for a handful of tissue in time; glad he

was using his trapped hand on her clit.  Amy didn’t even notice; she was gone,

having fallen over the mountain!  It had never felt like this under her own hand.

 Jeff was relieved she’d made it before his own release into the tissue.  Amy had

gotten clumsy at the last but that was understandable and he was past the point

of no return.

Jeff took his hand from her panties and wrapped it around her neck and down her

back.  Amy saw him remove the wad of tissue as she caught her breath on his

chest.  She was a little disappointed he’d spent in a tissue; her curiosity about

the much giggled about male ejaculate would have to wait another time.  She

smiled a little to herself as she felt his shaft match what she herself felt at

that instant: a luxurious going limp sensation.  Amy knew there would be more

times with Jeff if she had her way.  She gave his shaft a last affectionate

squeeze and pulled her hand up his taut abdomen, stopping to play with his chest

curls in front of her own nose.

“Well, was it good for you, Amy?”

She purred, “Ummmm!  You know it was!  And you?”

“No blue balls tonight!”

“Next time, will you show me what to do with your…your cum?”

“Ummm!”  Jeff decided to let that wait until then.  “I’m glad you want a next

time!”

“Do you think this is violating my promise to my dad?”

“I’m sure there are some who would argue that you’re violating the intent of his

requirement of you.  But I doubt a loving dad would deny his girl –at age 19–

the right to explore and discover her body and it’s pleasures so she’ll be better

prepared for that special night.”

“I like that line of thought, Jeff!”  Amy almost said, `I love you,’ but didn’t;

what if he didn’t feel the same.

Jeff smiled.  He would have said more, but he was unsure how Amy really felt

about him.  Was he just a convenient, nonthreatening guy that had stumbled into a

way to help her get back at a jerk?  And was he now simply being used for a

little sex ed?  He’d already been rather hurt by a separation from his first

love.  He’d just hold it close a while and enjoy things with Amy as they came

along.

And come along they did.  On their 3rd session, the following week, Amy took off

her panties before swinging herself under the covers. “Kept your socks, huh?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to take them off of me!”

“Well, the panties might have been more fun, but hay!”  And with that he’d pulled

the sheet over his head and was literally diving for her feet.  Amy laughed and

squirmed her legs in mock attempt at escape, being careful not to kick at

anything important.  Jeff made quick work of her socks and was kissing around her

feet and ankles.  She had dainty feet.  He liked that.

He kissed his way up, giving both legs equal attention.  Ever modest, Amy held

her legs tightly together, her hips turned to the side away from him.  He still

kissed each thigh, just below her hips, his breath hot on her pubic area.  “OH!

She IS a natural red head!”

“With my eyes, fair skin and freckles, did you have any doubt?”

“No!”  He kissed her lower abdomen just above her sparse light red triangle.

She watched this hunched over mountain under the sheet, knowing his face was

inches from her pussy.  He pulled her pelvis flat on the bed and kissed the

inside curve of her pelvis at each thigh.  Amy tensed. “Come here so I can feel

you.”

“Not through here yet.  Trust me, Amy.”  The last said with such confidence and

certainty, it was the most natural thing, when he nudged her knees apart, to let

her legs fall open, any pretense of resistance gone.

His first lick and kiss were little more than a hot breath.  Amy’s hands clutched

the sheet to her chest as her legs fill open even more. “What are you doing to

me?” her words broken, almost a whisper.

“Relax.  My tongue won’t break it.”  Jeff smiled to himself as he maneuvered

between her legs.  He’d never eaten a virgin before.  He and Karen had lost their

virginity together a week before they tired oral sex for the first time. He could

tell before his first taste Amy was sweet!

Amy couldn’t believe how rapidly the heat spread throughout her pelvis, loins,

and rest of her being.  If her orgasms by digital manipulation had been like a

slow climb up a mountain to be released on the far side, this was like an

accelerating ski lift, her release at the yet unseen peak seeming to approach so

rapidly there was no sense of control what so ever.  She remembered saying, “What

are you doing to me?” yet again.

Jeff lifted his mouth from its work and asked in return, “Do you want me to

stop?”

Her answer left no doubt:  She threw the sheet off her overheated body and

grabbed both sides of his blonde head, pulling it firmly back to what he’d

started.  She looked before the sparklers started going off and saw Jeff’s nose

parting her red curls and could see a smile in his eyes.  Her head feel back,

eyes closed, as her body was racked by explosion after explosion!  That release

on at the mountain top was on a giant sky jump that hurtled her into space.

She heard a scream and another, then Jeff saying “Shhhh!  Amy!  The buildings

gunna think you’re dieing!”  Her hands left Jeff’s head and covered her own mouth

to stifle the last wail that she couldn’t keep from escaping. Thankfully, Jeff’s

mouth had returned to its task.  Or had her pussy returned to his mouth?  She

became aware that her pelvis was lifted off the bed, turned to one side and that

one leg had Jeff in a rather effective head lock.  Her other leg was draped

across his back.  Biting her knuckle, Amy opened her eyes to see this contorted

position her body had assumed.  She was please to see Jeff was still conscious

and breathing… and still had a smile in his eyes.

As she took several slow deep breaths, Amy untangled her legs from Jeff,

releasing his head.  He gave a final gentle kiss at the top of her slit as he

lowered her hips to his mattress.  Amy’s body jerked in an aftershock, bringing

smiles to both their faces.  “Holy shit!  What was that you did to me?”

Jeff raised his brows as he crawled up next to her, not quite believing she

didn’t have a general knowledge of oral sex if not the carnal kind.  “That my

dear lady, was cunnilingus, i.e.: oral sex, male on female style!”

“So that’s what that’s about!”

“You like?” “Did I embarrass myself?”

“Only if security busts in here in the next few minutes to see who was being

attacked!”

“Well, I think a girl could get hooked on that!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

“You should!…Ah… I’ve heard there’s a female on male version of that.  Is

that something you would… ah, enjoy… you know, enjoy me doing to you?”

“It’s called felatio.  And yes, I would enjoy it very much, but only if you want

to do it.  I mean, don’t feel obligated just because I did you…”

“Enough of that.  I want to.  I want you to teach me!”  Amy was already scooting

down to lean across his loins.  She’d grown comfortable with his organ in the

past week, handling it like a pro; she smiled as she wrapped her hand around it.

“Looks like he’s excited about the prospect of being in my mouth.”

“That’s true, but he also liked it when my mouth was eating your pussy!”

“Really!  Do all guys like that?”

“Amy, I can’t say that.  But I think most do.  Those that don’t, either haven’t

tried it, choose their partner poorly, or are dumb.” “Does it taste bad?”

“Which?  Pussy or cock?”

“Oh, sorry.  Pussy.”

“I can’t vouch for all, but I’d say if hygiene has been reasonable; no.  I

thought you were VERY sweet!  I sure enjoyed doing you very much.”

“Thank you!”

“On the other hand, not all gals like doing it to guys.”

“I know that.  Some of the gals talk about it.” “I’d like to be a mouse for that

conversation.  What do they say?”

“Some carry on that it’s so nasty they’d never do it!  Others say they love it!

One gal says she likes it better than intercourse, but only if the guys doing her

too!  I can understand that, based on what you did to me!…What do I do?”

“Jesss!  I’ve never given lessons before… treat it like a ice-cream cone part

of the time, then a pop-sickle.”  Jeff used the towel to wipe away the pearly

drop that Amy had been watching get bigger.  She was a little disappointed.  He

kind’a left the hand towel –like they’d been keeping handy for each session–

where she could get it easily.  Was he merely considerate or was it expected

she’d finish him in the towel?  She hoped he’d provide instruction later.

Amy gently kissed it on the side under the crown.  She was a little surprised by

the softness of the outer skin and it’s heat.  She tested the taste with a few

swipes around the head, treating it as he said: like an ice-cream cone. Jeff’s

groan communicated his pleasure thus far.  Amy tried to distinguish its taste

from the rest of him; it was subtle if there at all.  Amy tested her ability to

take it in her mouth by covering the crown.  She was careful to cover her teeth

with her lips; she let her tongue lave back and forth across the crown. Jeff

groaned again.  Amy noted the contrasting feel of the soft outer skin and firm

texture of the underling tissue.

Amy’s hand began to take part also.  Jeff hadn’t told her to, but it seemed to

come naturally after their week of manual stimulation. Adding a slight sucking to

the cock head also seemed natural; Amy wondered if it was Jeff’s pop sickle

analogy or something more primitive.  More groaning from Jeff.  Amy forced her

lips down past the ridge of the crown.  Jeff groaned.  Her mouth seemed to be

open so far it hurt a little.  She allowed her lips to slide off her teeth; this

was a little easier, but she didn’t want to bite him.  Amy allowed her mouth to

assume the same tempo as her hand around his shaft.

Amy heard a whimper; it was her own.  Her pulse rate had risen also. As Amy got

past the mechanics of the process she was discovering that it was exciting in its

own way.  This was, after all, a rather intimate way to show affection for the

male organ… and the male attached to it.  Or was it visa versa?  Amy decided it

really didn’t matter; with Jeff, she felt it was becoming a focus on the male

himself, as opposed to the organ itself.  But it did occur to her that the act

was exciting enough, she could see how it could be done for the organ itself, and

the rush it provided the doer.  All of these thoughts spinning around in her head

as she picked up a rhythmic bobbing motion, taking a little more shaft in her

mouth. “Amy, not quite so much teeth, Sweety. You’re doing great though!”

“Oh, I sorry!  It gets a little hard to keep my mouth open far enough I can

protect you from my teeth with my lips.”

“It’s ok to graze the shaft some with your teeth.  It’s even ok to nibble a

little but not while you’re… you know, moving up and down.”

Amy had been testing the taste while she took a break from sucking to talk to

him.  She realized her mouth –and looking at his shaft, it too– was wetter,

slipperier than spittle alone would explain.  She deduced that the fluid she’d

watch form that droplet had continued to leak.  She licked and smacked her lips a

little; she decided it tasted good.  “I’ll try to do better.”

Jeff chuckled a little, then groaned his approval as Amy once again wrapped her

lips around his cock head.  She did do better this time. Soon Jeff’s breathing as

elevated along with his pulse rate.  Amy wasn’t unaroused herself; her own

breathing got deeper as she worked on the rhythm of breathing and the bobbing

action on his shaft, while preventing her teeth from doing more than lightly

grazing his shaft. And she had this urge to use a hand on her own pussy,

especially that sweet spot Jeff had helped her get much better acquainted with.

But she didn’t.  Instead she decided to concentrate on Jeff’s responses; learn to

read him.

There was so much to read: his breathing, facial expressions, subtle movements

and squirmings of his hips, grunts and groans, muscle tension in his thighs, and

what he was doing with his hands. Sometimes his hands clutched at the bed covers,

sometimes rested or slowly stroked his chest or abdomen, but what Amy liked the

best was when he stroked her hair or the side of her face.

Amy was picking up the speed now having fallen into a comfortable rhythm and

keying on Jeff’s arousal.  Amy new it was getting close. She wished he would give

her some instruction about his ejaculate; what was the proper etiquette? Jeff’s

hand moved the cloth toward her right before he announced, “I’m close, Amy!  So

close; don’t stop yet. Keep jacking it!  Oh god!”  Amy took the cloth from him;

if that was the proper thing to do, at least she was going to control it and

finally get a look at what happened when a guy came!  “Yes! Here it cums!

Aaaaggghhhhhh!”

Amy had neatly arranged the cloth on his abdomen to catch his ejaculate and then

gasped as the first two pulses shot past it up on to his chest.  Her eyes were

wide as she watched from just to the side.  She could almost hear it squirt and

splat.  As the third surging rope shot out of his slit Amy had aimed it down more

almost flattening the shaft against his abdomen.  It was however more a function

of the diminishing spurts that caused it to land on the cloth, rather than her

aim.  Jeff’s hand intervened and elevated his cock to about a 70 degree angle.

Amy saw the last of his spurts arc 1 or 2 inches before landing on the cloth,

then a dribble that quickly spread through her fingers wrapped around the shaft.

“Wow!  There’s so much of it!  Sorry I made a mess; I didn’t know!”

“Wow’s what I say!  Sorry, I should have warned you better.”

“No, it was neat really!  Do all guys come that much?”

“Jess… I don’t know; maybe a little less, a little more, about the same I

guess!” Amy had finally gotten her look at male ejaculate.  Based on what she

heard she had expected it to be whiter and less… lumpy.  She had an urge to

taste it, but Jeff was already cleaning it up with the towel.  Amy sensed a

certain level of self-consciousness in Jeff.

“Are you ok?  I mean YOU act embarrassed about your cum.  I thought embarrassment

was my job!”

“No I’m not!  I mean,…well maybe a little.  Who said you had an exclusive on

embarrassment?”

“I didn’t mean anything by it… beyond, relax, you’ve sure brought me along…

Or did I do something wrong?  Besides lousy aim and underestimating its range?”

“NO!  You’re fine!…It’s just an intimate thing, you know your cum.”

“You know what?  I think this whole sex thing is full of intimate potholes. Look

at me earlier, shirking loud enough to peel paint! Let’s make a deal: no

embarrassment from now on.  And we need to be able to talk about anything.”

Jeff wondered who was instructor and who was student.  “Deal!”  Jeff got a warm

wash rag to finish cleaning himself and included a gentle wipe to Amy’s crotch.

She thought it more a nice gesture than a necessary one.  As he finished, Jeff

said, “One of the things we should probably talk about is that next week is the

last we’ll have before summer break.”

“I know, and of course it’s finals week, cramming and all.  Think we can make

some time?  You know, therapy to lower tension levels during finals week couldn’t

hurt, right?”

Jeff couldn’t help but chuckle a little.  For a virgin, Amy was proving to be

very sexual indeed.  “Sounds like a plan to me!… But Amy, I guess I was needing

to talk beyond next week a little.”

“Well, I assumed you’re going home.  What is it?  6 - 7 hour drive?”

“A fairly honest 8 hours actually.  And you’re, what, 45 minutes the other

direction?  Wish I lived that close.”  Jeff handed Amy some of her clothes and

began putting his own on.

“We won’t see each other over the summer, well we?” Amy said with a pout.

“We can write and talk on the phone though.  Have you got a summer job lined up?”

“Probably work at the city pool again.  You?”

“Back with my cousin doing landscaping likely….Amy… there’s something else…

You know Karen and I write… In her last letter she said she really missed me

and wanted us to get together over the summer.”

Amy took a deep breath and sat back on the bed.  She suddenly felt naked and

clutched her blouse to her chest.  “You still love her, don’t you?”

“There’s still a lot of feelings there.  I’m telling you because I think it’s

important for us to be honest.” “Thanks.  I appreciate that.  Really….And I

knew I had no claim on you.”  Jeff sat and took her hand.  “Is it ok to be a

little jealous of Karen?  I mean, that is being honest right?”

“Well, there’s nothing to be jealous of yet.”

Amy knew he meant in the physical, problem was she meant the emotional: the love.

 ”Would it have made a difference if…we’d gone all the way?”

“That kind of `what if’ probably isn’t fair or valid.  I know this, if we had,

you’d be upset with yourself and probably with me for breaking your promise to

your dad.  I doubt we could have handled that in the long term.  You are very

special to me, Amy!  Exactly as you are!  If you weren’t special I wouldn’t feel

such a need to be honest.”  Jeff had started helping her dress.

Amy tried to put forward a stiff upper lip.  “So, does this mean we’re divorced

or can we go do some pizza?  I’ll buy!”

“How could I turn that down!  And no, it means nothing more than what I’ve told

you.  There’s no promises made between Karen and I.  It may not work out at all;

we’re not the same teen-agers that went off to different schools 2 years ago.”

The thought of finals week without Jeff and his sex ed classes was so depressing

to Amy, she took Jeff a copy of her finals schedule and they made a schedule of

their own.  They were going to have 3 sessions and Amy decided to put the summer

out of her mind, best she could, finals were distracting enough.  She would just

exist from one test to the next and one session to the next with Jeff.

The first session with Jeff was Monday night.  It was almost a repeat of their

first oral session, except she did him first.  She actually liked that even more,

as doing him really turned her on somehow.  Amy finished Jeff into the towel

without making a mess.  She immediately wondered what it would be like to finish

him in her mouth; she remembered the strength of it as it was hurled upward.

Jeff was running late for their second session; It was on Tuesday. When they

looked at the clock Amy know there wasn’t time to relieve both of them. “Sense

we’re so rushed, how about I just do you?”

“That wouldn’t be fair.  Wait, I know!  We’ll do each other!  69!” “69? That’s

where we get…?” Amy’s hands were flying madly trying to say in gestures what

her mouth couldn’t get out.

“That’s correct, and you’ll be on top!”  Amy liked that!

It would have been funny to watch: clothes were flying as they prepared

themselves.  It almost became a race.  Even though she was going to be on top,

Amy made a giggling finish of getting on the bed first.  Jeff protested, “That’s

not fare, you cheated, you left your soaks on!”  He stood at the edge of the bed,

his hands on his hips and his rigid member bobbing in front of him.

“But I thought you liked to take them off?”  Amy got on her hands and crawled the

foot necessary to reach his cock with her mouth.

“Oh my!  Find something you want?” Amy moaned her agreement.  Jeff thought, `Yes,

for a virgin this gal is HOT!’ then said, “Well, let me get down and get to you!”

 Amy guided him to the mattress under her, glad he in turn guided her legs to

each side and her pelvis to his face.

Amy looked up at the clock; they had 22 minutes before her next final was

scheduled to start and it was a 5 minute walk.  Give 5 minutes to dress and

groom; this needed to be fast!  Amy got right to work.  Jeff did too.  He was

amazed at how wet she was.

Not another word was spoken as they climbed the mountain together. The sound and

rhythm of their breathing and groans of arousal the only gauge of their progress.

 If there was ever a case of a clear goal pursued by mutual, maximum effort, this

was it!  The obvious arousal of the other feed their own!  Amy was sensing Jeff’s

approach as well as her own.  Just as he swelled a little, but noticeable degree,

several things happened: Amy knew she was about to get her first taste of male

cum, that triggered her own orgasmic rush, then Jeff was shoving a handful of

tissues in her face.  Amy was thankful she was crashing in her own orgasm as she

dealt with the intruder.  He must not want it in my mouth she told herself as she

covered the end of his swollen shaft with the tissue.  She held his shaft tightly

to her check and felt it pulse into the tissue; she was a little disappointed her

mouth wasn’t receiving his seed.

They coasted back down together.  Amy was still amazed at how Jeff’s shaft began

to deflate almost immediately.  She looked up at the clock.  Three minutes to

spare.  As she lifted her weight from him Amy said, “Wow!  Is their a record for

speed in getting each other off? We just did it in 9 minutes!”

“I don’t know of an official record, but my guess is that it would be measured in

seconds instead of minutes.”

“Oh my god!  I can’t imagine.  Some of my girl friends talk about guys cumming

that fast, but I’ve never heard of a gal cumming that quickly!”

“Oh, the gal too?!  We’ll yeah, I guess that is different.  I mean she’d need to

be ready…you know, before they start.”  They were already getting Amy dressed;

Jeff helped because she was the one in a rush.

Amy brushed her hair as she said, “Jeff, Thursday won’t be as rushed will it? It

would be nice if we could make our last time before summer break extra special!”

“I’ll be done at 4, so as far as I’m concerned we’d have all night if we need

it.”

Amy’s pussy twitched a little at the thought.  “And I’m through at 3! I like it

already!…Got to run!”  She leaned over and kissed Jeff still on his bed. She

could taste herself on his mouth.  She once again almost said, `I love you!’ but

didn’t.

Jeff flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.  His head and heart spun

as he worked over his situation.  Karen’s recent letters made it clear she wished

to get together with him as soon as they each got home for summer break.  He felt

deeply for Amy and didn’t want to hurt her.  Whatever their last night together

brought Jeff was determined to make sure Amy didn’t have any heartbreaking

expectations as they parted for the summer.

As Amy made her way for her biology final she realized she could still taste Jeff

in her mouth.  She curiously didn’t regret not having cleaned her mouth. Amy

decided whatever their last night together brought she was determined to taste

Jeff completely.

Amy was waiting at 4 on Thursday for Jeff on the steps to his building.  She took

his hand and they kissed.  Amy started to go in, but Jeff pulled her back a

second.  “Amy, I’m starved!  How about some pizza?”

As they walked to the pizza parlor they talked about finals and how they thought

they were doing.  Jeff was amazed that Amy didn’t feel the need to cram and felt

she was getting straight A’s.  Well she always did.

Amy flirted constantly as they waited for the pizza.  Jeff finally said, “Amy

there’s something I wanted to talk with you about…”

“I kind’a wanted to talk with you too….You first.”

“You know I think your special.  Some guys gunna be…”

“…a lucky SOB, I know!”  Amy almost said, I wish you’d be that SOB. “Well, if

that’s so, it’ll be at least partially do to your excellent instruction!…But

Jeff,…you mean more to me than that.”

“And you do to me too!…That’s why I’ve got to be honest… I don’t know how

things are gunna work out back home….You know, with Karen… I just didn’t want

you…If she wants to –and I think she does– I’m going to see her romantically

again.  I owe it to myself.  Given the feelings I had and still have for her, if

I didn’t, I’d always wonder….None of that diminishes how I feel about you, but

like I said, I owe it to you to be honest.”

“I appreciate that.  You are special.  You’ll always be special to me. I mean,

you have in every way but the act itself been the one to take my virginity… I

think I’ll always remember you as my first.”

Jeff smiled.  “Can we say, `I was almost your first’?”

“I guess.  Jeff,…now I’m wondering if it would have been different if we… you

know: had gone ALL the way?”

“That’s a tough question, Amy.  Probably not fair to either of us. We’ve shared

some extremely intimate moments.  I don’t know if that final act would have

separated me from my feelings for Karen or not. You’re a very passionate woman.

I’d prefer not to compare you two on that level.”

“I guess it’s something I’ll always wonder about.”

“Don’t make it sound so final.  I’ll let you know how things are going.  Stay in

touch, if it’s ok with you.  And I’d like to know how you’re doing.  I just don’t

want you waiting for me with any unrealistic expectations… you know, before you

see someone else.”

“I hope we can stay close.  You are special to me.  Can we go…?”

“As long as you promise not to try to lose your virginity to me today. –My god!

I can’t believe what I just said!”

“Jeff I’ll renew that promise I made to my dad to you right now: I’ll be a virgin

on my wedding night!  I hope who ever I marry is as sweet as you!…I really do

want to go to your room though… That’s what I wanted to talk with you about…

I do want to do something I haven’t done yet…”

“What’s that, Amy?”

“Jeff, would it be bad if I wanted to taste you… your cum?”

“You mean would it taste bad?”

“No, would it make me a bad girl?”

“Goodness no!”

“Then how come you haven’t let me… You’ve always got that damn towel so close

at hand.”

“I’m sorry, I… I just… I mean I didn’t want to force… would never force

anyone… But hay!  If you’d like to!  Jess, Amy, there probably isn’t a bigger

compliment to a guy’s sexuality!”

For Amy the pizza couldn’t get done fast enough.  And once it arrived, couldn’t

get eaten fast enough.  Somehow as they made their way back across compass,

hand-in-hand, both Amy and Jeff knew this would be the last time they would be

together intimately.  Amy refused to let that feeling make her morose.  Jeff was

also relieved.  It wasn’t easy to ease out of a relationship like this, strange

as it was, and he’d actually expected there wouldn’t be any intimacy at all this

evening once he’d told her about Karen and his plans.

Back in his room there was no rush.  Amy finally let Jeff take her panties off of

her.  He made a big production out of it, kneeling on the floor by his bed and

finishing with his face in her very wet virginal pussy.  He left her socks on;

she thought that was sweet.

Amy didn’t let Jeff take her to orgasm… not yet.  She took Jeff’s hand and

guided him to change places with her.  Now she got to take his briefs off of him.

 Jeff touched her check gently as she welcomed him into her mouth. “Don’t you

want to 69?”

“I want it this way first!  Will you still do me after?”

“Absolutely!  Oh yeah!  And Aammmmmyyyyyy, you’re getting gooood! Really good!”

She was going after his cock like she did the pizza earlier.

Amy smiled to herself as she sucked him in.  `He may not want to compare Karen

and I on this level, but I’ll give him something to measure against, just in case

it ever comes up!’

And it was certainly up right now.  Jeff felt it building.  There is something

psychological about knowing a sweet sexy gal, sucking your cock, is doing so

because she wants to taste you –wants your juice in her mouth.  Those types of

blow jobs are rare, at least in Jeff’s experience –knowing from the get-go that

she wants your cum in her mouth.  What if she didn’t follow through?  He hadn’t

gotten a towel this time; not after Amy’s complaint about `that damn towel’

earlier. No, Amy would just have to deal with it herself.  Jeff wondered if he

was going to cum too soon to suit.  But Amy was going after it like it was her

last meal.  Maybe it would be her last with him.

Amy was a little amazed at how aroused this act was making her!  Sure he had her

aroused before she started, but this was really turning her on; going for the

juice!  She felt like a simple touch between her legs would have pushed her over.

 Or even rubbing her legs together. She wanted to maintain more control than

that.  And talk about control, what was Jeff holding back for? Amy thought he was

getting close several times; his squirming, breathing, even the swelling in his

shaft indicated he was close!  But no, he didn’t squirt.

Jeff was beginning to wonder if he could do it: cum in her mouth. Watching her

red hair and green eyes, her stretched lips, spittle dripping from her chin and

running down his shaft, and her concave checks were all urging him to pop. But it

just wouldn’t happen.  As much as he wanted it, as much as she wanted it,

something in his head wouldn’t let it go.  Damn he was close!

Amy began stopping every so often.  It looked like her jaw hurt a little and it

did.  That didn’t help Jeff any.  On her pauses Amy started to beg, “Cum for me,

Jeff!”  Suck awhile.  “Cum on!  Squirt in my mouth!”  Suck some more. “I want to

taste it!”  Jeff closed his eyes; maybe that would help.  He listened to her

urgings.  “Let it go! Fill my mouth!  I want it!”

Jeff felt Amy was beginning to get frustrated; he knew he was!  “Let me help,

Amy.  You’re working too hard!”  He wrapped his own hand around his cock.  She

didn’t relinquish it from her own, just let them overlap.  He started jacking

off.  Amy accepted his offer and quit sucking so much, resting a little with her

mouth at his crown.  She would occasionally slip her tongue under his cock head

or make a swipe across his still leaking slit.  Sometimes she would purse her

lips as if puckering for a kiss, and just let his hand motions move his cock head

around on her lips.  This went on for some time.

Just as Jeff was beginning to wish he could last this long with conventional

coitus it happened!  Almost with no warning.  “Oh, god! Amyiiiii!  Here it

isssss!”

She opened wide to received her prize.  She whimpered and closed her mouth over

the end of his pulsing shaft.  She felt it splashing at the back of her mouth and

on her tongue.  She felt her mouth fill with his thick seed.  She felt herself

cum!  Without being touched she convulsed with orgasmic release as she swallowed

his warm juice.  Amy purred as she nuzzled onto his spending shaft.  A contented

smile filled both their faces as his cock went limp in her nursing mouth.

Jeff pulled Amy up to snuggle with him.  “Well, was it terrible?”

She smacked her lips.  “Yes, It was terrible… Terrible you made me wait until

our last evening together!  I came.”

“You what?” “I came without even touching myself!”

“Wow!  Does that mean I don’t get to eat you again?”

“That means you’re gun’na have to wait a few minutes….Will you recover so we

can…69?”

“You want some more?”  Amy nodded `yes’ into his chest.  “I’ll take that as the

ultimate compliment!”

“You may!”

Amy and Jeff 69′d again.  They missed simultaneous orgasms by about 30 seconds.

Amy made it first.  In fact she peaked again as Jeff fucked into her mouth at his

own release.

The following day Jeff helped Amy load her car.  They held each other silently at

his, both fighting tears.  With promises to write and call they kissed a last

time.  Jeff saw her in his rear-view-mirror as he drove away; her hand was at her

mouth swallowing her tears.

Amy sat under a tree until she felt composed enough to start her 45 minute drive

home.  She tried to put up a strong front when Jeff told her during his calls of

the progress of his relationship with Karen. And she wasn’t surprised when he

told her he wouldn’t be coming back to school; he was going to finish at a

college near Karen’s.  As Amy cried herself to sleep that night, she couldn’t

help but wonder how differently things might have turned out if it wasn’t for

that promise to her dad…

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