0 comments/ 3855 views/ 0 favorites Meeting Half-Way By: corsaire021 I'm so close to you, all I can see is your cleavage. The edges of your blouse, the delicate floral print. Just like in the ONE close-up pic you sent me before. I inhale deeply and scent your light sweat as your blood pressure rises with me close to you. You've set this up -- me on my knees looking only straight ahead, you seated in a chair, having told me we could meet, but that you could not let me see your face. Your only defense against that, though -- is me. If I decide to look up, I can. You can't really stop me, but you hope and pray you can trust me -- because you love the feel of my breath on you. You love to see my face so close to you. You touch my hair lightly, and I breathe faster. You gasp slightly, a sharp inhale. Then suddenly...I have your wrists in my hands. After a moment, your fingers relax a little, as you feel me holding you, but not forcing you anywhere. I guide your hands, dragging your fingertips along the edge of your collar...and you understand. You let me use your hands to touch you, to drag your fingertips along the edge of your collar and pull at it, scraping your skin, exposing more and more tiny bits and pieces of your breasts to me. I lick your fingertips, and drag the wetness along your breasts. Repeatedly. Then I curl your fingers in the edges of your collar, pull your hands apart with your clothes, and press my mouth in between your breasts. Your back arches. Your skin burns, even while I wet it with my tongue and lips. I free your hands and drag my nails down your wrists as I move my hands quickly to cup your breasts through your clothes. "Your shirt is BAD," I tell you, and I knead your breasts tightly through your shirts. "Hands on my eyes." You cover my eyes, not knowing what I intend, but pressing them tightly against my face as I grab your hardening nipples TIGHTLY though your shirt and pull on them as I stand up. "NOT looking at your face," I groan as my face passes yours. Now my face is far above yours. I reach up from your breasts, and place my hands on yours. You feel my head tip back, so my eyes are up, then I bring our hands down to your head, and bend your face down, pulling your hair up over the top of your head, and partly over the top of your face, bowing you down toward my straining cock, still locked in my pants. "STILL not looking at your face," I say, "but that's only going to be true as long as you keep your face down, anymore." I release one hand from your hair and caress your face, and your free hands explore my cock through my pants. Your breath is hot on my dick -- even through my jeans. You're almost ready. You start opening my pants. "Shirt BAD," I remind you, and drag my hand down your cheek and start pulling your shirt aside. You press your face aginst my covered cock and rub your cheek against me, as you use your hands to stretch you collar over your shoulders and expose more of your breasts to me ... still not all of them, but more. I use the hand in your hair to keep your face downward, away from mine, so "I" won't break "my" promise to you. I also use my grip in your hair to rub your face against my dick. "Open. You have more free hands than I do." You peel my pants open, belt open, pants further open, down and out slightly -- and then you see it, the stream of pre-cum drooling out of my cock. "Use it. Use your mouth, use your tongue. Fill your mouth with it, then spit it on your chest. Spill our juices out of your mouth and on to your chest and get it wet and ready for me." You put yout lips tight around the tip of my cock head. You suck in hard. Very hard. Hungrily. You've dreamt of this taste. You moan, you whimper slightly. Oh, the taste! "Say it," I sigh and groan over you. "You know you 'have' to -- you WANT to. Say it, baby." You 'pop' the tip of my cock out of your mouth, and I hear you gasp and spit a bit, and feel the wetness splash down the side of my cock and down. onto your chest, "Ohhhhhhh fuck," you say, and then throw your head down on my dick again. "Uuhhh, uhh, yes. That's my fucking girl! No sucking though. Not now," I warn as I wiggle my hips away from you. "Just get it good and wet, and let it run all over your chest." "Yes, baby. Yes," you say, and resume slurping and drooling all over my dick. I reach back in with my free hand and feel your mouth working on the tip of my dick. We both know I can't see it, and we both want me to see it SO badly, but the fact that I am "seeing it" with my fingers excites us both so much. You grip my hand briefly, and suck all over my fingers, then smear them in the wetness on your chest. My hand in your hair tightens momentarily, and as your face comes back from my dick slightly, you tingle at the sight of so much wetness on my cock. I bring my free hand back up, and bend my cock down -- it is a huge strain, "Lick this part," I tell you. "Keep it good and wet," I say as I give you the top side of my shaft to wet. As you lean back in and lick the top side of my shaft, from tip to base, you finally figure it out -- the head of my cock is now 'pinned' against your chest. My wet, sloppy, spit and pre-cum covered cock, that you are still savoring and soaking, is 'fucking' your cleavage! "Oh, baby, yeeees," you whisper in between licks. "I love your slick, hard, cock -- you are making me SO wet." "In more ways than one I hope," you hear me laugh! I start to flex my hips and fuck your chest with some vigor. "Uhhh, fuck, Teresa. I want this for you SO much." You smear your hands in our wetness and force more spit out of your mouth so it runs faster down my cock. Your push your cloth covered breasts up in and tight, and pin my cock between your breasts with your sopping fingertips holding it TIGHT against your chest. "You like fucking my skin, baby? Feeling your cock-juice all over my tits and my neck? I love it. I love to feel you all over my skin. I want more, too, baby." "Uuhhh...yes....this one will be quick though, baby. I've waited too ong for it, and you are teasing me SO bad by not letting me see your face." "I know, baby, I know, but I can't risk it yet. But I want this for you. Will you do it? Will you cum for me? Cum while you fuck my mouth and chest? Think about how wet it will make me ... ALL over!" It hasn't been long since we started 'this,' but it has been weeks, months, since we started tormenting each other, and neither of us can take it any longer. I grip your hair and groan, nearly scream, and pound my cock up and down your chest as your feel me ERUPT against your chest. It comes quickly, and very, very, hotly. It explodes, and sprays around, and smears and spurts all up and down your neck and chest. You almost begin to cry from the relief you feel from my release, from my shout, and from the heat of our pleasure against your skin. My legs shake. I drop to my knees. You gasp, but you see that I've got my face down, resting on your thigh. Barely functioning, I'm still keeping my promise. Your hands are wet, and sticky, and dripping, your smile is weak, but steady; and as I lie gasping on your lap, you reach out and grab your phone, and smiling, quietly, you take two new pictures to send me later. One, a close up of your lightly bruised, heavily coated chest, with the fingers of your free hand playing in my cum -- to send me home with for now. The second one you won't tell me about -- even when you send it. It will be a surprise. Your flushed face ... smiling ... as you lick the cum you've scooped from your chest off your fingers, and wink at me. That one, you'll send to me later. When I'm home. Meeting Half Way "Morning Son, time to get up." My dad's gruff voice said on the other side of the door. I knew I had to get up and I couldn't believe how little I slept the night before. You see I was going on a trip, alone. A trip to a convention across state lines, to board a plane and stay in a hotel with no family was new to me, I was 18 and proud that my parents trusted me enough to go on this trip. I was traveling alone, but I was meeting someone there, a girl that I met on-line. By today's standards that is probably an ok thing to do, but in the late '90's, it was weird because no one really trusted someone from the other side of the screen. I trusted this girl, I've talked to her on the phone for hours and we seemed really serious about one another. She too was traveling alone and I was looking forward to spending all this quality time with her. My father drove me to the airport. I was geeked out in a pair of jeans and a sci-fi t-shirt and a matching cap. I pulled my wheeled suitcase from the back of the truck as he finished his 'take your time with this girl' speech. She and I were way ahead of this speech as she got cold feet a week before this trip and really wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be expecting much more from her than friendship this time. As much as I wanted more, I wanted to really make this girl see I was the one. From the picture I had in my wallet I knew she was beautiful with long flowing brown hair and a cute smile. She lived in Illinois and had a nice Midwest accent too. But by the end of the night I would finally be able to feel her hair on my neck and run my fingers through it. I'd be able to see her chest rise and fall with each breath, I would finally see her as I've seen many other people before, but this would be her, the first girl I ever loved. The airport was huge to me, I've been in airports before as a child but to me this place really was like my first steps as an adult and seeing that the whole world was laid before me. I checked my bag at the front and went through the metal detectors. I got myself something to eat all the while thinking of this girl and seeing her face to face. I was also excited about going to this convention where all different celebrities would be. She showed up in Denver, Colorado a day before me as I had a college class to attend. I thought about her a lot and wondered what she did that day, and now I couldn't wait to get there. There wasn't much to the trip, it was 90 minutes from San Francisco, California and in that time I watched some cartoons on the plane just counting down the minutes till I would be able to be in the same state as this girl I've talked to for over the past year. But once I got my suitcase and went out the door to the place where the shuttles were I saw mine drive off. This was before cell phones were a necessity so I had to wait and she didn't even know I was there already. I had butterflies in my stomach and part of me just wanted to run, but another part of me wanted to see this through and we could behave as friends and not bring up the love we spoke to one another, but I still brought a necklace for her and I wanted to give it to her. After what felt like an eternity my shuttle showed up and took me to my hotel. "Oh, Mr. Campbell," the woman behind the counter said, "your room isn't ready yet so if you'd like you can leave your bag in the lobby." She pointed to an area where there were lots of bags. "There are lots of people in town for this convention so we're a bit busier than normal." She took my money orders and checked me in. "Oh, there's a message for you already." She said printing out the memo and sending me on my way. It was a message from Natalie, this girl I've been looking forward to seeing. It didn't say much but it was an invitation to her room on the 9th floor. I couldn't keep her waiting much longer so I went up the nearest elevator to her room. I knocked on the door, I got really nervous but not for too much longer as she opened the door. "Hi" I said looking at this girl's shimmering brown eyes. She let me in and quickly removed my cap and placed it on her head. She looked cute with her long brown hair flowing from the black ball cap. I wanted to kiss her, but we were just going to be friends this trip. She laid down on her nicely made bed, and I shared with her my adventure of getting to see her as well as a few college stories. She had a wonderful smile and laugh. As I was done talking her ear off she suggested that we go to the convention, I couldn't agree more. A shuttle was down there when we got to the lobby, and by this point it was raining. We got seats next to each other and I looked her over as I wanted to start another conversation with her. She wore a burgundy jacket from her college opened to show a multi colored striped shirt underneath, she had blue jeans on just as I did. She kept her eyes towards the front of the bus watching as a couple of guys wrote vulgar words on the fogged up windows. "Who are you most excited about meeting?" I asked expecting her to state one of the celebrities at this convention. "You." She replied as she took my hand. I have never been happier in my life. As we held hands all the way to the air museum for the convention I wondered how long this would last, this wasn't exactly the friend level I was expecting from her, but I was glad it was there. We got off the shuttle at the museum still hand in hand. We had to get our three day passes and get in line in order to get inside and out of the rain. She and I didn't talk much, I really didn't think much needed to be said. I enjoyed holding her hand and hugging her closely to keep her warm when I could. Just the fact that I could do the things I could only dream about, even the most mundane meant the world to me and was more gratifying than anything I could have ever hoped for. When we finally got our passes and got inside the building she had to use the restroom and let me hold onto her purse. This level of trust meant more to me than the trust my parents put in me on this trip and to this day this still speaks volumes to me. I looked around the room and saw people dressed up in costumes and cases of movie props along side pieces of aviation history. She came out and I gave her back her purse. I loved how her hair looked it was wet and matted down by the rain fall, but it opened up more of her face to my eyes and that really did mean more to me than anything else at this convention. She took my hand again and we walked around the floor, we tried out the new card game (she won, I lost), we saw old commercials for toys and saw more props from the genre, we stood in line for trivia contests all of it with out her hand leaving mine. I liked where this was going and this was just the first day of a three day long convention. "Tristian, why don't we go back to the hotel and see if your room is ready." she requested. I thought it sounded like a good idea as there really didn't seem to be much more for us to do at the convention. We boarded the shuttle and headed back to the hotel. On our way there we saw a pizza man walk up to another hotel, she thought this was a great idea and that we should have pizza too. I had no other plans so this worked out well for me. My room was ready so we brought my bag too it and she sat down on the bed as I showed off some of the geeky things I brought with me. She humored me with my enthusiasm for all these things, but really she wanted to have some pizza. I got on the phone in my room only to find that since I paid with a travelers check I couldn't make outside calls on my phone, so it was back to her room to order the pizza. When we got back there, she removed her jacket and hung it on the back of a chair that faced a mirror and a desk. Denver was busy this time because of the convention so it took me some time to order the pizza, first I sat at the edge of her bed as she rubbed my shoulders, then I'd get up from the bed and take the phone with me to a chair so that I could see her sitting on the bed looking so beautiful and happy. Finally I make the order and now I just have to wait the hour and a half for the pizza to show up. "Well, it should be here in 90 minutes." I told her. She walked towards me as I started sharing a story that involved pizza from my childhood. She straddled my lap and looked me in the eyes as my mouth kept rambling on. I stopped once I ran out of things to say. "Don't you ever know when to shut up?" "I guess not." She closed her eyes and leaned towards me in what appeared to be slow motion. I closed my eyes as our lips met he kiss brought my lips in deeper to hers as I felt more aroused at my first true kiss. She slowly pulled back. I looked down her shirt slightly to see her white cotton bra covering her small breasts. "That was awesome." I replied as she looked me in the eye. She went in again slowly, her lips prying mine open to accept her tongue. My eyes shot open at the contact, but I couldn't stop it, so I closed my eyes again and just took the sensations she was sending through my body, and hoped that she couldn't feel my cock hardening between us. I sent my tongue against hers and she pulled back quickly. She looked me in the eyes again, her brown ones locked against my blue ones. "That was awesomer, I'm not sure that's a word or not." She smiled and kissed me again grinding her body against mine, sending signals to my loins that I couldn't ignore, I just concentrated on the kiss, tasting her mouth, running my fingers through her damp hair. The feeling of her crotch thrusting against mine was something I had to deal with but I wasn't sure how far I was willing to take this, even though we were both 18 year old virgins without family around for miles I was just happy with this kiss. "How do you feel?" she asked as she pulled away from my lips. "I feel great." She took me by the hand and lead me to the bed, my butterflies were causing more stress than anything I've ever felt before and I didn't know what to think of all this. She turned her head a let out a laugh, I thought she noticed my erection sticking out through my jeans and immediately began wondering about my abilities as a lover, especially to this girl who means so much to me. She sat me on the edge of the bed and closed the curtains of the room making it all but pitch black. She once again got up on my lap kissing me while grinding her body against mine. My hands wrapped around her trying to make sure that she didn't fall off. She began pushing against my body laying my back onto the bed, and allowing her body to get a better position for the dry humping I was receiving. "You ok with this?" she asked as she pulled away slowly. "Yes, I mean it's not like we're laying down on the bed." She got up and removed her tennis shoes and then lifted up my feet and removed my boots, before shifting my body so that I was laying my head on one of her pillows. Maybe she misunderstood me, but things could be worse I imagined. She laid next to me on the bed and turned on the TV. I couldn't believe she did that as I knew I still had blood pumping through my body wanting to go back to feeling her against me, feeling her lips to mine and taste her tongue in my mouth. It was a half hour sitcom and during the commercial breaks we would do as teenagers do and make out, grinding our bodies against one another, but when the show came back on we would watch and laugh together. When the show was over, she turned the TV off and we made out. Her legs would go up my sides as I thrust my bulging crotch up against her, keeping my lips locked to hers enough that she would suck my bottom lip into her mouth. This session of kissing was so exploratory I had soft kisses, deeper kisses, French kisses, I was sure I've had them all this one night. I'd pull back to see her eyes shimmer in the dim light coming through the curtains. "Tristian, I'd like to take my shirt off." she said, my mind went swimming with thoughts on this but I just responded with.... "I'll get up and you can take your shirt off." I knew she'd still have a bra on so it wasn't taking a huge step towards sex. I got out from between her thighs and laid on my back, watching her silhouetted form remove the shirt up over her body. She straddled my legs again, and my hands traveled up her bare back and slowly over the strap of her bra. "You can take your shirt off too." She said. I was no Greek god at this age and I had a very hairy torso so the thought of this worried me, I wanted her to still think that I was as good looking as she saw me in her mind's eye. "I don't think that's a good idea." "Why not, you go to the gym." "I don't have abs or anything like that." "I don't care, I just want to feel you against me." That was all I needed to hear as I sat up and removed my t-shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her and took her down with me as we kissed, feeling our stomachs pressed together and feeling her bra against my chest. I caressed her back the same way I did before as she began to thrust against my now fully aroused groin. This went on for some time, and as much as I was enjoying it, I still looked at the clock. I wasn't ready for sex yet, I didn't bring protection as I thought we were just going as friends. But the more she kept grinding against me the less I cared about precautions such as this. I wanted a lifetime with her and thought that this was going fast but there was no one else I'd want to be sharing this with at the moment. She laid close to me and rolled us over so that now I was on top. I continued to thrust against her as we kissed, but then I pulled away from her in order to get some clarification. "I thought we were just going here as friends." "I thought so too, but finally seeing you and being with you made me feel like we could be more like boyfriend and girlfriend." "So it was more of the planning our future together that scared you?" She nodded and we went back to kissing. I pushed back from her and looked her in the eye, they seemed to still keep their sparkle even though the light in the room was dwindling. "You don't know how much I want to make this flesh to flesh." she said. "I'm nervous about that Natalie, I just want to enjoy things just the way they are." She seemed to understand and we went back to enjoying the taste of each other's mouths for a bit longer. I let my hands explore her body, her neck, her sides, her face. Every time I touched her neck she would let out a small moan. "You like that?" "Yes, it feels good." "You know you have a pressure point in your neck, right here." showing off my scouting knowledge I touched it with my finger, she moaned. "More." she said I showed the one on her wrist, elbow, and arm pit and each time she enjoyed the contact of my finger against her sensitive flesh. "There are more in your legs, but I'm not sure I'm ready to touch you there now." "You know you can if you want to." I was sure I could, but I didn't know what that would lead to and I really didn't want to do it all in just this one night. We kissed more and caressed each other's skin as much as we could. My hands wanted more than my brain wanted, I just had to wait for them to agree. We continued kissing as she caressed my back, her fingertips going a little pit past the waistline of my pants, but it just added to the great sensations of this session. I felt a change in her after a bit and I pulled away. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, it's just that this is feeling constrictive." I knew what she meant and I cared enough for her that if her bra felt uncomfortable on her she should remove it, no matter how much closer to sex that was taking me. "Go ahead sweetheart." I got up off of her and she sat up in the bed and reached around her back, she unclasped her bra. I couldn't see much now, but my eyes were adjusted to the dark that I could make out her small breasts in contrast to her flat stomach, but I just couldn't wait to feel her lips to mine again. She rolled over and once again placed me between her legs, holding her torso up by her strong arms. I felt as she lowered her self that she teased my chest with her nipples before lowering her self more so that I felt the fullness of her breasts against my chest. We continued to kiss passionately. My right hand touched part of her hip that was outside her jeans, and I felt a change in her breathing. "What was that?" I asked. "You just hit a sweet spot I guess." I was pleased with my self as we continued to kiss and grind against one another. I knew I was right for her if I could find a sweet spot on her body with out really trying and it made me realize that this could be the trip that would change my life forever. I soon felt cum shoot out into my underwear, not sure what to do I removed myself from the kiss. "What's wrong?" she asked me. "Nothing." I replied fearing that if she knew I came that would gross her out or she would realize where we were in this beautiful experience. Eventually the pizza guy showed up and put a stop to our play. She ran to the bathroom to get her shirt and bra back on as I put my shirt back on and headed to the door to pay the man for the food. When I turned around with the pizza in hand she was dressed and her hair brushed so that no one would know of what we were just doing. All through dinner all I knew is that I wanted more. We drank water and ate pizza and watched a crappy horror flick that she watched the night before. I would kiss her neck when I could to hopefully keep up that spark that was between us just moments before, but it seemed as though my contact was unwanted, or she just might have been really into the movie and letting things calm down between our hormone charged bodies. After dinner I got up to go wash my hands and when I came out she was there standing around the corner near the bed. "Wanna start where we left off?" she asked. "I would love to, but where we were is where I draw the line." She looked disappointed at what I had to say. But she still took my hand and we walked to the bed. It all started just as before, only this time we were under the blankets. We had the lights off even though there was a part of me that wanted to see more of her this time instead of just the outlines. I loved the way she felt when she'd grind against me or I against her the way we'd explore each other's mouths as we kissed, to me this was more intimate than sex with a stranger even though I just saw the girl today. We never brought up any of our online or phone discussions much, but I truly knew that this is the girl I wanted to be with in every way possible. "How about this time you undress me and I undress you?" she requested after a while. "Sure, I'd like that." We removed each other's shirts and kissed, I couldn't wait to remove her bra but I wanted to do it when the time was right again. Her back felt so smooth, but that bump of cotton that held her bra closed was an irritant to my wondering hands. Her thrusts against my erection pulsating inside my pants made me want her more, and with each passing moment I didn't think that was possible. "You want to undo my bra?" she asked. I couldn't see her face but I imagined she said it with a smile not being able to wait to feel my hairy chest to her smooth rounded breasts. I reached around behind her and tried to slacken the fabric enough to get the hooks from the eyes. I felt bad for not being able to get it and a disgruntled groan passed my lips. "It's ok," she assured me, "as far as I know most guys can't do it right the first few times." I got it on my second attempt, I could feel her glaring at me. "This is my first time, I swear." I pleaded, I could feel her smile back as she peeled it off of her... Meeting Half Way "I want you to be my first." she said. "I want you to be my first too, I just think we could wait longer." She kissed me, her tongue exploring everything about my mouth, and I hers when I could. I loved exploring her and I wanted to do more, but fear kept me back and I think she could sense it. She sat back on top of me and continued to rock her hips against me. She placed her right hand over my heart. "I can feel your heart beat." I moved my right hand above her breast so I could try to feel hers as well. "I feel yours too." "Are they beating at the same rhythm?" "No." "That would have been cool if they were." I agreed. My hand traveled over the curve of her soft breast, it seemed to just fit in my hand. Her erect nipple fit between two of my fingers. She let out a moan, the first I ever heard from her as she rocked back and forth and held my hand closer to her breast. "Natalie, I want to see them." "Oh, Tristian, I want you to see me, see all of me just as I want to see all of you." She jumps off of me and goes over to the wall switch and flicks it on. She was beautiful, her long brown hair hanging around her shoulders framing her soft breasts. Her hips so beautifully flared out in a wonderful womanly way. Her nipples were just the right size for her breasts, areolas about the size of quarters topped with light brown nipples. "How do I look?" "You look great." I managed to get out. A smile crossed her lips as she knew of my approval. She got up on the bed and laid next to me I rubbed over her breasts with both hands as she closed her eyes to give into my wonder. "Explore my body with those hands, it feels better than I ever imagined." "You've thought about this?" "Of course, I fell in love with you and I wanted to make love to you this time, but I got cold feet I guess." "I held back from kissing you all day." "I did too, I'm sorry for the confusion it gave you, but I'm glad we're here." "Me too." I said as I leaned my face toward her tits and licked around one of her nipples. Her eyes shot open. "Tristian, what's gotten into you, I thought just as far as we were before dinner was where you wanted to stop." "I can't hold back anymore, I fear that if we don't do what we want tonight we never will and I know I'll regret not going all the way with you." I sucked on her breast as she ran her fingers through my short brown hair. I pressed the other one to her chest as I just kept tasting her, just thought of nothing more than pleasing this young woman on this king sized bed. Her hands went down my back and back to my head keeping it to her chest. I pushed back only so I could do the same to the other breast. "Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?" she asked between moans. "Yes, but I never knew it could be like this." I said backing away from her soft breast. "Why didn't you tell me this before." "I thought it would come off as weird, I know you kinda asked me before, but I'm sorry for keeping it from you." "I understand, but now I just want these jeans off." I maneuvered my body so that I could get between her feet. I watched as she unbuttoned her pants and raised her ass off of the bed so that she could slide them down to her knees. I took them the rest of the way, my eyes locked onto a wet spot in the crotch of her white cotton panties. She lifted her calves from the bed and I pulled the denim from her. "You see how wet you got me." "Yeah, but of course you know how hard you got me." She laughed, "I wish I could see it." "What if I'm too small?" "I've liked what I felt so far now I want to see it." I got up from the bed and undid the button of my jeans and slowly worked the zipper not wanting to cut my cock as I exposed it to her. My fly on my boxers did nothing to conceal my erect dick as the throbbing red head pointed right at her. "Might as well remove those boxers." she said. I did it and I stood there in just my socks before Natalie, the woman of my dreams. I laid back in bed with her and felt her hand stroke my erection, bringing a drop of pre-cum to the surface, she wiped the tip of my dick to feel the slickness of the liquid. She chuckled a little as she moved closer to me. "You tasted my breasts, may I taste your dick?" she asked, I nodded quickly my hormones taking control of the will of my body. She moved off of the bed and crawled back up between my open legs. She crouched down and moved her hair so that it was only on the left side of her face. She looked down at my member as I'm sure fear came over her just as it would me if I was in her position. She closed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth before pressing the tip to her lips. It felt good to feel something more than just myself touching that tip. She took a deep breath and took me in to her mouth, her tongue exploring my shaft as much as possible and her hands on my thighs so she wouldn't take too much in. It was hot to watch this young woman please me in this way and I only hoped that I could do the same for her as well. I loved the feeling of the air leaving her nose and hitting along my wet shaft, this was something that no fantasy could have ever done to me. She pulled away from me, a string of saliva still connecting us. "Why'd you stop?" "I still want you to pop my cherry." she said wiping her mouth. She was right, if I came then I would never have it in me to have sex with her tonight and if not tonight then when? She stood up at the foot of the bed and peeled down her wet panties over the curve of those hips and down her smooth thighs before letting go and letting them fall to the floor. She stood there letting me take her in, a nice trimmed line of pubic hair leading between her thighs. She walked back up and laid next to me. I kneeled at the between her legs and I ran my hands over her body from face, to shoulders, arms, hips, thighs, calves and her sock covered ankles. I ran them up the front of her body so that I could feel her stomach and breasts as well. She smiled and closed her eyes just letting me get beyond my curiosity of the female body, as my hands came back down her stomach I knew I had to feel those reddened lips. They felt so soft to me and the hair on the palm of my hand kind of tickled. I moved my finger tip lightly between those hair lined lips and felt the moisture that was building up from our kissing and dry humping. I lightly felt for her vaginal opening and found something with some elasticity. "No," she said, "not with your fingers, with your dick." I pulled my hand back knowing what I found, and my cock seemed to throb with excitement at the chance of really taking this girl's cherry. I moved away down her body and rolled over to lay next to her. "How do we do this?" I asked. "Well, I thought they taught you this in school." I laughed, "I know how to have sex, but just how do you want it?" "I want you on top." I got up on top of her and looked down between our bodies hoping to see if I could aim my hard cock into her opening. I kept moving my hips around but I had no luck. She moved her hand down between us and took my cock in her hand and pointed it at her moist opening. I pushed with my hips feeling the skin that has protected her opening till this very moment. I kept going adding more pressure as she closed her eyes and groaned feeling this pain. "Are you ok?" I asked as I kept trying to break her maidenhead. "Yes, don't stop." I didn't stop and soon I felt the break and found myself surrounded by the warmth of her sex. A final gasp of pain escaped her as she became a woman she moaned in what sounded like agony but it soon turned into pleasure. She wrapped her arms around my back as I moved in and out of her. I loved feeling her tight muscles sliding along my smooth shaft just as much as I loved looking down at her face as she moaned. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath as we made love in that bed. "Oh God," she quickly moaned as she began to writhe around on the bed. Her fingers dug into my back as her hips rose off the bed thrusting against me just as she did earlier with her pants on. The wetness from her pussy dripping out and onto my balls. Her vaginal muscles clenching and relaxing around my member as it slid in and out of her. Soon she began to relax a bit and our flow was as it was before this orgasm. I soon felt that familiar feeling of cum just about ready to shoot from me as my cock swelled inside her. I felt the quick need to announce it but as I did, it was too late. I felt spurts leave me and enter her moist pink pussy. my arms gave out under me and I slowly lowered myself to her quickly rising chest. My wet soft cock fell out of her and seemed to cool. We kissed each other deeply for a long time as our lust dripped from her and onto the sheet bellow. "Let's go to bed," she said. I got up out of the bed and looked between her legs at her matted down pubic hair and felt really accomplished about what I've done that night and flicked the switch before joining her in the bed for a well deserved sleep.