Losing One's Virginity
(Our ages are:
Male: 21 years
Female: 23 years)
We've been chatting for a while now, and the relationship didn't progress any further. His innocence piqued my interest due to the fast-paced hookup lifestyle; he seemed to practice courtship, but neither of us desired a relationship.
Surprisingly, we've been chatting for about a month and it never veered into suggestive territory.
Although I subtly hinted, he would laugh it off. The sexual tension on our last date was electric. I couldn't help but fantasize about those lips meeting mine.
However, I didn't want to hurry into things, potentially derailing our relationship and wasting the weeks we spent getting to know each other.
Astonishingly, he asked me the following weekend if I wanted to spend a night together, and it was a viable suggestion. When I entered the room, he told me he had never been with a woman. Here was a man I could experiment with.
Smiling, I reassured him I would teach him. Nervous and inexperienced, he sat there.
He shared his story about his first kiss. I moved closer and sat on his lap, facing him. He paused and looked at me. I leaned in and whispered: "Who told you to stop?"
Shyly and confused, he resumed his tale. As I inched closer, I could feel a bulge in his jeans, grinding my pelvis against him. I heard a small moan escape his mouth, and he was lost in his story. I kissed him, and he reciprocated like a parched person.
So sweet. I halted him and kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt. Whispering in his ear, I unclothed myself and climbed into bed with him. Now it was his turn to guide me through the skies; he was skilled at it.
He traced his lips along my neck, moved down, and nibbled on my nipples. I was stroking my hands across his chest, moaning with satisfaction.
He still had his clothes on, and he looked at me, asking what he should remove first. I instructed him to cast aside his clothing. Ready and patient, he prepared for the task at hand.
I got down on my knees, taking him in my mouth; he groaned and I licked and swallowed him whole. I moved my hands to his testicles.
I pushed him onto the bed and sucked him deeper, feeling choked as he thrust into me.
Breathing heavily but unfulfilled, I kissed him. I tossed aside my pants and scooted into bed with him, allowing him to explore me. Now it was his turn to teach me pleasure, and he was an adept instructor. He sucked on my clit and gave gentle nibbles as he probed my depths. I was quivering and moaning.
I was slick and eager, and finally, he pushed into me. There was some pain initially with his gradual thrusts. Soon I was on all fours, and he hammered me from behind, inadvertently stimulating my G-spot.
Switching positions, I bounced on his rod while he lay in the bed, observing my chest as it jiggled. He leaned up and kissed me, his hands entwined in my hair. Soon he climaxed, but the night was not done.
While he rested, I dropped onto my knees and took his member in my mouth again. His stamina was impressive, as he was ready for round two.
I instructed him to sit on a chair, and perched myself on his lap, driving my groin onto him forcefully. Then, he hoisted me up and fucked me on the nearby table, ready for his final stress release.
He aimed for an empty spot behind me and went down on his knees when he finished. He helped me up and led me to the bathroom to clean ourselves. We went to bed, both content with our heavenly escapade.
