Meeting Up with Beth Again
Almost 30 years have passed since I last saw Beth, except that's not entirely true. I bumped into her once while shopping, accompanied by an older man. I guessed he must be a patient, considering her ambition to become a nurse. A brief glimpse of her stirred up memories, both good and bad, reminding me of the unfortunate ending of our relationship.
We first connected when she was just 18, the only child of a rugby-loving evangelist preacher and an equally formidable mother. I'm not sure why, but they instantly disliked me. My lack of interest in religion unsettled them. Our connection started off as platonic: cinema visits, beach walks, and hand-holding. It eventually escalated to cuddling, whispering hot-and-heavy secrets, and then our first kiss. I can still vividly remember this moment; it still plays in my mind like a slow-motion reel. We snuggled close in the dark cinema, my arm wrapped around her as I felt her breath and saw her tongue flickering between her teeth. The screen displayed a woman whispering, "Kiss me."
Beth turned to face me, lips a fraction away, our heads moving towards each other. I could feel her breath and witness the tip of her tongue protruding slightly between her teeth. Our lips met, brushing at first, then pressing forcefully, and finally merging. A surge of awe washed over us as months of pent-up passion were unleashed. Our mouths clashed wildly, tongues dancing together, taking turns, kissing and licking -- synchronised, uninhibited, yearning for pleasure. My hand slid along her neck, exploring her body, and eventually grasping her hair.
As the intensity of our bond grew stronger, she pushed my hand away from her breast.
"No. Stop." She murmured.
Even though I craved more, I knew I had to wait for her to take the lead.
Week by week, our kisses and cuddles grew more passionate, but she always maintained her boundaries. Her resistance gradually melted as I could place my hand on her knee, without any resistance. But any attempts to move any further, were a hard no-go. I started questioning the future of this relationship.
"Make love to me," she whispered in my ear during a weeknight cinema session. I could hardly believe my ears. I didn't dare inquire again, just in case. Instead, she unbuttoned her blouse and invited me to touch her, offering partial access to her breast with a soft sigh. Her nipple stiffened as I grazed her nipple with my finger tip.
"When?" I asked.
"Next Saturday—my parents are out," she replied.
The days passed agonisingly slowly. I struggled to focus at work, even considered a fake sick day, just to feel sleepy and lose track of time. As Friday night approached, sleep was as distant as ever. I could barely stifle the excitement raging inside me. I finally took a shower and went over to Beth's house. I made a quick detour to the pharmacy for a few necessities.
As I approached her door, it looked like she was not expecting me; she seemed sleepy-eyed and drowsy.
"Trouble sleeping?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Me too." I responded.
We sat side by side on the couch, kissing anxiously. The room was thick with tension. The clock ticked loudly as we longed for the special uncensored moments. Listening to the clock's steady drumbeat, I realized we'd soon be crossing a line that could never be undone.
With gentle pressure, we pulled closer, lips locked. Her eyes flickered as I touched her breast, but relaxed her grip when I carefully massaged it. My hand scurried down her stomach, along her leg, until it allegedly reached her thigh under her skirt; she quickly drew her hand away and whispered,
"Not here."
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Guiding me by the hand, she escorted me up the staircase. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her magnificent derrière, which swished back and forth with every stride. We hesitated at the threshold of her bedroom, just enough for me to glimpse the scattered plush animals covering her bed. Next, we passed by a large bathroom adorned with a massive tub, which reminded me of potential fun. At last, she opened a door and drew me inside. The dimensions of the room were amplified by the extensive wardrobes lining the walls and the full-length mirrors, creating an illusion of more space.
She stood in front of me, her facial expression holding a hint of anxiousness as she spoke with a quavering voice, "I have something to show you. I hope you'll like it."
Her fingers struggled to unfasten her blouse, undoing the buttons starting from the bottom. By the time she unfastened the top button, I began to get an idea of how significant her bust really was. My surprise at the size only grew when she undid the rest of the buttons and opened her blouse to reveal a refined blue lace bra. The jade-hued undergarment highlighted the fairness of her skin and showcased her voluptuous breasts, keeping them high and close together. I reached out to touch her bosom, but she hesitantly stepped back.
"I'm not done yet."
Reaching behind, she unzipped the back of her skirt down to her hips, and wriggled out of it. She first removed one foot, followed by the other, before disposing of the garment. Her matching underwear revealed her silky dark pubic hair. Facing me in that revealing ensemble, she inquired,
"What do you think?"
I was captivated by her standing there in her lingerie, the trepidation and shyness seemingly having vanished, her hands on her hips as she asked again,
"Well?"
Remaining silent on the edge of the bed, I instead slid my hands up and down her legs, gazing up at Beth's face. Her expression was half-closed eyes and a nervously chewing lip.
As I scooted closer, my face mere inches away from her groin, the pungent scent of her arousal assailed my nostrils. Having experienced my first taste of a woman's genitals, I was roughly aware of what I was to do. Cupping her generous bottom, I drew her nearer, then kissed her lingerie. I proceeded to tease her through her panties using my tongue, sucking on the material, and pulling at her pubic hairs with my teeth. Eventually, I inserted my fingers into the waistband, slid them down, and removed them. Beth assisted me in disrobing her entirely, before tossing the discarded panties aside. I was taken aback to notice that while Beth had considerable pubic hair, it barely covered her vagina, the rest of it was completely bald.
Mere drops of lubrication had formed around her pussy, and she shivered as I licked up and down her parts, trailing my tongue across her tender folds. She slid her fingers onto her clitoris, stroking the stubbornly peeking head, my dormant tongue sought and sucked on this delightful spot. Grasping my head with both hands, she pushed her pelvis against my muzzle, panting loudly while thrusting her hips against my face. She allowed me to explore the meaty lips of her labia. My mouth flooded with her love nectar. Her muscles rippled with each pulse of euphoricism as she remained in an orgasmic trance.
Through shattered breaths, she whispered, "I'm ready."
Lying on the bed, Beth's legs stretched wide, I began to undress. My enlarged penis was itching to find its place. I withdrew the condoms I'd bought earlier and flung them aside.
"No need for those." She remarked.
As I offered her a curious glance, she said, "The thought had crossed my mind too."
The end.
"My period is due on Monday, I've already shown the signs, I planned carefully, today is supposed to be something extraordinary." She whispered quietly.
"Are you sure?" I questioned.
"Yes."
Measuring my position, I lined up between her open legs, my penis pressed against the entrance of her pussy, and I pushed gently. However, it wouldn't go in, so I tried a bit harder. I reached down and held my cock while trying to pierce the resistant barrier, but suddenly it happened - I came, shooting my semen all over her still untouched pussy.
"I'm sorry," I said to her.
She held me tightly in her arms, whispering, "It's alright, we've got all day. Now turn on your back."
Beth climbed on top of me and straddled me, with her legs on either side of my hips. I observed as she reached behind, unhooked her bra, and then slowly took it off. Her bare breasts looked stunning - a contrast to her pale skin. Her dark areola and brown nipples were enticing. Bending forward, she cupped one breast in her hand and brought it to my mouth. She pressed the nipple against my lips, shivering slightly. My tongue ran slowly around it, and she responded by moving her hips, sliding back and forth, gliding on my still ejaculatory penis, pressing her clitoris against it. Despite my earlier failure, I was soon growing hard again. As my penis became more erect, she lifted herself higher, ensuring my head stayed in contact with her love button, and she moved her hips faster, sliding harder down, grinding against me. Youth is a wonderful thing; pretty soon, I was nice and stiff. Then, the magical moment arrived. Beth rose up, held my penis by the root, positioned it at her entrance, and descended suddenly.
"Ow! That hurt!" She exclaimed loudly as her defences were breached.
She remained stationary for a short while, allowing her body to adjust to my intrusion, and then began to slowly rise and fall on me. Since this was her first time, I knew she would be tight, but she also possessed muscle control. On the downward stroke, she relaxed, allowing me some leeway, but when she rose, she gripped me tightly. Her tempo built steadily, rising up until I was almost out before slamming down hard. My testicles bashed against her buttocks.
"I'm going to cum again," she said repeatedly.
She shook with pleasure as we spent the whole day in bed, licking, sucking, and fucking. She enjoyed multiple orgasms, while I emptied my testes both in her mouth and over my face. We had sex in a bed, on the floor, under the shower, and even on the dining table. Losing your virginity was an exceptional experience.
For the next year, we continued like this. If we were to meet, her panties would quickly disappear. Sex was one of the things we did, anywhere, anytime, anytime, without any consideration.
Then came a Friday night. As usual, I was standing behind the counter at the local Y.M.C.A., and I was responsible for all these things there - from training to sitting on the board of management and even volunteering to get free access. The doors burst open, and her father and mine stormed in, both very, very irritated. Beth's father threw a book at me, screaming, "READ THIS."
I didn't have to read it; I knew what it was - Beth's secret diary. It recorded every minute detail of our sex life. Our locations, times, and the type of sex we had, as well as receipts for lingerie and charts outlining whether we chose to have a bareback or wear a condom. It was all laid out in bold letters. He accused me of abusing his sheltered daughter, of being a sexual predator and rapist. He ranted, claiming I had stolen her innocence.
However, he made a major error: he challenged me to face him honorably like a man. I was a trained fencer. I was light on my feet, had quick reflexes, and could easily dodge any punches or kicks he threw. Like a drunkard searching for another drink, he stumbled around, hitting chairs and tables. I passed him, and he met his demise. In his head, he believed he had pinned me against the wall, but I waited, and I waited.
"Here's your chance, father!" I declared.
He jumped forward, swinging with all his might, hoping to pin me to the wall using his weight. I waited, and waited, then, when he was too close, I struck.
Right before the abrupt collision, I sharply shifted my weight on my toes and swiftly turned away. It was close, as I felt his shoulder touch my arm, before he smashed against the wall with a loud thud. As he collapsed to his knees, covering his face, blood soaked through his fingers and he cried out in agony. Quickly, I fetched a cloth from behind the counter and handed it to my dad.
"Hurry up and get him out of here before I cause any more harm," I urged.
At home, my parents were already in bed, and I'm guessing they were too afraid to engage with me.
The next day, Beth called, stating that she didn't want to be associated with me anymore since she couldn't trust a man who would unleash such a beating upon an elderly man. Attempting to explain myself, I found no mercy in her words.
"You're a LIAR!", she roared, slamming the phone down on me.
I thought, "That marks the end of our relationship."
How wrong I had been.
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