0 comments/ 47828 views/ 0 favorites Sweet Elizabeth By: rubbering6 "Hi, Matt! Emily's not here right now, she's gone out with Sean." That was Elizabeth, the younger sister of one of my good friends. The very pretty younger sister of one of my good friends. She'd finally fought with their crazily barking dog, Chloe, long enough to see who it was knocking at her door on that cloudy suburban Saturday. I remember thinking, the first time I met Liz, that there was no way someone that cute should even be allowed out of her room by her parents, let alone any farther. Liz is the kind of little sister that all your guy friends would give their left nut to have a shot at, and that all your girl friends would give their left... well , their left anything to look like. Olive skin, black spirals of hair that bounce ever so slightly when she laughs, and a smile so contagious it should be kept in a jar away from mankind. You get the idea. After a moment, it occurred to me I should stop gawking at her and say something. "Oh, okay. Er... do you know when they're getting back?" I asked her. "Actually, I don't, sorry. So long as they've got everything out of their systems by the time they get back, I don't care how long they're away," she replied, rolling her eyes. Sean and Emily were somewhat of a sexual couple, you see. Anywhere, anytime, so long as they could find a reasonably dark or secluded place. I smiled back at her. "Getting a little tired of walking in on the two of them, I'm guessing?" "Let's just say that's not the kind of education I need to get from my sister." As if they were replying to her point, the rain clouds that had been sitting menacingly across the sky chose that moment to open themselves up and start dumping the heavy load of water they'd been promising all day. I cursed loudly, and my expression fell as the rain began beating steadily on the top of my head. As I looked up at the clouds, the sky was illuminated by a fork of lightning that cut across it, followed closely by a clap of thunder that shook the house. Liz screamed, causing me to whirl my head back around to look at her. "Matt, I have a little confession," she told me, "I'm scared out my mind by storms." "That might explain why you almost deafened me just now," I retorted with a slight grin. "No, I'm serious. They really frighten me. And I'm all on my own here, because my mom and dad took David out shopping." I was never much of a person to jump to conclusions, having suffered a good emotional plummet or two in the past for having done so. Maybe this one was as obvious as a large sledgehammer to the groin, but I was determined not to be misinterpreting it. "Okay," I mumbled dumbly, hoping for a little confirmation of what I couldn't believe could possibly happen. "Do you think you could come in and keep my company until they get back?" Liz asked, looking at me with a pair of puppy dog eyes so entrancing, I think I might have started drooling. That is, if I hadn't been opening and closing my mouth like a guppy as I tried to think of what to say. Taking my hesitation as a sign of doubt, she started to blush and stutter an explanation. "I mean, you don't have to, it's just that I really don't want to be by myself if the power goes out like it did the last time there was a storm, and I don't mind being alone with you, if that's what you're worried about, and I could call my mom's cell phone to check if it'd be okay, and..." "I'd love to," I blurted out, possibly a seeming a little too quick after the previous hesitation. Somehow, she missed my eagerness, and gave a little squeal of delight and clapped her hands together, before shoving open the screen door and letting me come in. I glared at Chloe, the family dog, as she raced around me, barking. For some reason, I am the only person Chloe barks at, all the while wagging her tail so furiously you have to be sure any fragile objects in the vicinity are firmly secured, preferably with duct tape and super glue. Everyone in Liz's family also know how much this bothers me, my not being much of a dog person, and so Liz quickly grabbed her by the collar and dragged her off to her cage. I was left, dripping ever so slightly from my unscheduled shower, to remove my shoes before stepping beyond the door mat. After fiddling with my laces long enough to extract my feet, I wandered into their dining room to find Liz. As soon as did, Chloe, who had finally been convinced to stop barking, realized I wasn't as gone as she thought I was, and started up again. "Go into the basement and stop tormenting the poor dog," Liz giggled at me, pushing me from the room. I mimicked her words with my hand, like a puppet, but opened the door to the basement and headed down there anyway. I lay down along the length of the couch, as I do every time I'm over there, and tried to figure out what mindless movie was playing on the TV. Liz came wandering down the stairs a moment later, cringing badly as another clap of thunder echoed around the room. I smiled in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. "What is there to be so worried about? It's just noise," I told her, hoping, for some weird reason, I could make her fear less with just my words. She didn't look all that convinced, but she smiled at the effort. "It's not the thunder that's the problem. Not really anyway," she explained. "It's the stupid lightning. I've just always been worried about being hit by it. It's always like that whenever there's a storm like this. I know it's silly, and it's more likely I'll be hit by a car or something, but it's just really not something I'd like to happen to me." She reached the bottom of the stairs and rolled her eyes again as looked at my legs taking up half the couch. "Are you going to move or do I have to sit on you?" "You're not going to catch me complaining about it," I half joked. "Although I guess my legs are probably not the most comfortable of places to sit." I gave an exaggerated sigh and slowly pulled my knees up, vacating the far end of the couch so she could sit down. "So, what is this crap that's playing?" I asked, jerking my head in direction of the TV. "Some movie of Emily's. I was only watching it because I've seen all mine about a million times and there was nothing decent on the TV." "Yeah, sixty three channels and nothing to watch," I muttered, repeating the phrase my parents had chanted of American TV when we used to live in England. I gave another sigh and lifted my legs back up, before planting them across Liz's lap, wriggling slightly as I sunk my shoulder blades back into the couch. With the timing that always seems to happen just as life is getting to the good bits, the phone rang upstairs before she could say anything. She leapt back to her feet, my legs being dragged up with her and pulling me off the couch onto the floor. I landed on my side, with a resounding thud. "Ouch," I said, rubbing my hip with an exaggerated expression of pain, just for the look of concern I knew it would bring out on Liz's face. She threw her hands up in mock exasperation, trying to decide if my pampering was more important than the phone. "Go on, go answer the damn thing," I told her with a grin. She scampered off up the stairs as I hauled myself up into a sitting position, turning my attention to the TV again. Julia Stiles face flashed across the screen briefly, tear stricken after reading her poem in what I finally recognized as "Ten Things I Hate About You." I hadn't enjoyed the movie all that much the first time, and figured I'd distracted Liz from enough of it that it wouldn't matter if I decided to watch something else. I grabbed the remote and started channel hopping, trying to find something that was worth my attention. The familiar beeping of a storm watch briefly caught my attention, so I stopped my hunt long enough to see what they had to say about the current downpour. As I expected, suburban Cook County was high on the list of places expecting a severe storm watch, with a somewhat smaller risk of flash floods. I hit the mute button, my interest in the screen already wavering. I could hear Liz's voice over the gentle drumming of the rain, although I couldn't make out the words. I shut my eyes and put my head back on the couch, waiting for her to come back downstairs. Even though I had my eyes closed, the next flash of lightning still seemed to be beyond bright, and the crashing, roaring sound of the thunder that followed almost immediately had me slamming my hands over my ears faster than I'd known I could move them. As soon as it died down, I opened my eyes again, removed my hands from my ears and heard, once again, the sound of Liz's screams. I scrambled to my feet and went up the stairs practically on all fours, rushing into the kitchen where Liz was huddled into a ball by the wall, no longer screaming but whimpering slightly, the phone dangling by it's cord from the wall. I ran over to her, crouching down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, Liz, just relax, breathe deeply," I tried to make my voice sound calm as I clenched her shoulder, squeezing it gently. Her noises died down a little, and she lifted her chin up from her arms to look me in the eyes. In that moment, looking into her frightened little face, there was nothing I wanted more than to wrap my arms around her and protect her from any thunder or lightning that so much as thought about threatening her existence. "It's okay," I repeated, not letting go of her shoulder but reaching for the phone with the other hand, hearing the concerned voice coming from the ear piece. "Hello?" I said, unsure of myself and trying to keep my voice steady. "Matt?" I recognized the voice of Liz's mom. "Yeah, it's me. I think the lightning struck something pretty close to the house, it's shaken up Liz pretty badly," I informed her, all the time not breaking my eye contact with the scared girl in front of me. "Um, I'm sorry if I shouldn't be here, it's just that..." "It's okay. In fact, it's a good thing you're there, because the traffic from here is really bad, and the rain's still getting worse, so we're probably not going to make it back for a few hours. Is it okay if we ask you to keep an eye on Elizabeth until we get back? If you've got other stuff to do, that's okay, but it would really be great of you if you could." "I'd be happy to, Mrs. Solomon," I told her, trying not to give away quite how happy I was to get to be with Liz, alone, even at their request. I passed the phone back to Liz, who had regained a little of her composure, and stood up to lean back on one the counters. After rounding off the conversation, she hung up and the phone and took a deep breath. "Thank you so much for agreeing to stay here, Matt. You have no idea how much this means to me," she told me, the relief showing in her voice. I couldn't help but smile at her. "It's really not even close to a problem. I didn't even have anything else to do anyway, and you'll never find me complaining about getting to spend time with a pretty girl like you." She rolled her eyes at me again, a smile coming to her own face for the first time since the lightning had struck. "You're crazy, you know that?" she told me with a sigh. "I'm not pretty." I just stood there staring at her, not quite able to believe that the angel in front of me could possibly have said that. I smiled a little, then felt it turn into a cocky grin and poked her in the side. She squealed, and I took a step back raising my hands to block the return poke I had a feeling was coming. She chased me back down the basement, the two of us jabbing each other as we went, and giggling madly. Me being the one going backwards, I didn't see the couch until I was falling over it already, grabbing Liz by the wrists in a hope of steadying myself, but to no avail. I found myself sprawling backwards, and taking Liz with me, the two of us ending up with me on my back, and her on top. The giggling stopped, now our noses were almost touching, both of our mouths slightly open, me staring into her eyes, her staring into mine. The moment was stopped almost immediately as I realized the arm of the couch was right under my back, and actually causing a lot of pain. "Argh," I groaned, pushing myself upwards, and lifting her off me with reluctance. "Remind me not to do that again," I said, half jokingly. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" she asked, concern showing in her face. I grimaced, easing myself back down into a sitting position on the couch. "I've been in more pain," I replied. "I'll be alright." She sat down next to me, crossing her legs and picking up the remote again. "Anything you want to watch?" she asked me. I shook my head, "No, I had a look earlier and there didn't seem to be anything particularly interesting on." "Mind if I go back to the movie I was watching before you shut it off then?" "Go right ahead," I told her, gesturing aimlessly in the direction of the TV. She hit the play button, throwing the remote down on the far end of the couch. We watched for a little until, as the movie was nearing its close, the weather decided to interrupt again, a bright flash of lightning killing the power and sending Liz half diving into me. She ended up with her face on my chest and her arms wrapped around me, practically crushing my chest and driving the air out of me. I put an arm around her, gently rubbing my hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. "It's alright, Liz, nothing's going to happen. I'm not going to let anything happen to you." She looked up at me, watery eyed. The small amount of light that still trickled in through the window wells caught her eyes and made them sparkle. I brushed aside an errant piece of hair before resting my hand on her cheek. She nodded ever so slightly, and nuzzled back up to me. Running my hand through her hair, I pulled her closer toward me, trying to figure out why I was allowing myself to get quite so close to her. She sniffled a little, and moved to sit up straight, leaving her arm around me, and mine around her. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked me. I smiled at her. "Of course I do. Liz, you're one of the most beautiful girls I know." "So, how come no guys are ever interested in me?" she questioned. "They're not?" I asked back, genuinely surprised. She shook her head and sniffed again. "Well, then they're all blind, stupid, or both. I think you're absolutely gorgeous. If I was your age, I'd be after you like... like... I don't know what like, but I would certainly want to be with you." "Really?" she asked, a little skeptically. It was my turn to nod this time. "I love watching you smile, and the way your hair falls around your face, and your eyes, and... everything about you, really." "But... no one's ever said anything like that to me before. I've never even kissed a guy." I just looked at her, taking in her beauty, unable to believe what she'd just told me. "Their loss," I said, half under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear me. "I'm sure I'd love to kiss you." "Well," she said, a little breathlessly and very quiet, "it's not like I'd stop you if you tried." That was all I needed to hear. I moved my hand up to her chin, gazing into those amazing eyes, and lifted her face up to mine. I could feel her breath on my lips for what seemed like an age before my lips finally touched hers. Soft, warm, gentle. I know I broke the kiss off almost as soon as it began, but I could have stayed in that moment forever. Just feeling everything about her, her gentle heartbeat, her soft breathing, and her silk smooth skin under my fingers. I slowly pulled away from her, finding myself looking into her eyes once again, her gazing back into mine. "I... that... that was quite something," she said, when one of us finally found our voices again. I smiled at her, glad I'd done something at least partially right. "That's certainly not the best of it, either, even if it is pretty good," I told her. "Although, I'm sure you've figured that much out from Emily and Sean's example." She giggled a little at this, her smile causing me to do the same. "Well, I have some idea of what they get up to, but I don't really know how it all works. Not even the bits that get done to the girl," she told me. I nodded, seeing why it might not be the easiest thing to pick up from interrupting your sibling while they were at it. "I'm figuring you've never tried doing anything like that to yourself," I said, more a statement than a question. She frowned at me. "Done what to myself?" she asked, puzzled by what I'd said. "I guess that answers the question, at least. Er... pleasured yourself. Masturbated." She scrunched up her face again, a slight look of disgust on it. "No, that's gross!" Determined to get somewhere with this, now I'd already started down the path, I gave her my retort. "How can you know it's gross if you've never even done it?" I grinned a little at this one, knowing she probably wasn't going to come up with much of an answer. "It just... I don't know. It just seems like it would be," she responded, realizing she didn't quite know why it was all that gross. I saw a chance to make some sort of exploitation of this. "Actually, it feels really good. At least, I know it does for guys, and all the girls who I know that do it say it does. Well worth the effort, considering how it makes you feel," I informed her. "What do you actually do?" she asked me, still a little perplexed. I was shying away from this one a little, not entirely sure of the answer, or how to phrase it. "Well, you kind of just put your hand down there and... do stuff," I finished lamely. "Could you just show me what to do?" she asked innocently. My eyes widened at her suggestion, half from surprise, half from willingness. "I can't do that! I mean, I want to, and I'm sure we'd both enjoy it and all, but Emily would kill me, and... well... you're so much younger than I am." She started pleading with me. "Oh, come on! I'm not exactly going to tell Emily, and to tell you the truth, I've always really wanted to try everything she's doing with Sean and..." she stopped abruptly, as though she was about to say something she shouldn't. I stared at her quizzically. "Well, I've sort of thought about you like that before. And I really wouldn't mind doing things like that with you, and have you be the one to teach me about it all." Surprised as I usually am by someone showing affection for me, I was left a little dumbfounded. I eventually found my voice again. "Really? I mean, I can't say I've never thought about you that way either. I just didn't ever think it'd be anything more than a fantasy." "So will you show me what they do and how to do it?" she pushed, sensing me giving in. "Please?" Looking, once more, at her wonderful face, her eyes still sparkling, I felt my resolve draining away. "I guess... I guess it can't cause too much harm. If you really want to. And if you really trust me," I said, not wanting her to do anything she'd regret at a later point. She giggled, her eyes smiling at me. "Matt, there's no one in the world I'd trust to do this more than you. I know you won't do anything to hurt me." "And at any time you want to stop, you just have to say. You don't have to do anything you don't completely want to," I added. She was silent for a moment, before she grinned. "There's nothing I wouldn't want to try with you at least once." That silenced me pretty quickly. Not for long though. "That's nice to hear though. Well... how do we start this? Er... what do you know how to do?" I asked, trying to figure out where and how to begin this. She looked a little mystified. "I really don't know anything. I mean, I know French kissing involves using your tongue, and then everything else involves putting hands and mouths in places, but... I really don't know how to go about it." Sweet Elizabeth "Okay, well... I guess French kissing would be a good place to start. You just... I mean, start off by kissing normally, and then touch tongues and sort of massage them," I tried to explain, doing a pretty bad job of it. She grinned, and moved towards me, planting her lips on mine, the two of us giving a couple of kisses before I slowly slid my tongue out, slipping it between her lips and finding her own tongue, slowly slipping mine across hers and gently caressing it. I slid both arms right around her, pulling her into my lap and right up against me. I broke it off, slowly, landing a couple more kisses on her, and grinning as I saw her face light up. "That was really nice..." she said, a little breathlessly. "It is, isn't it? See why there's such a big deal about all of this stuff?" I asked, grinning even wider. She nodded very enthusiastically, before leaping on me again, practically attacking me with her tongue. For a first time kisser, she was certainly quick on the uptake, and I could feel myself beginning to get a rise out of it. I slid my right hand down to her the bottom of her shirt, finding her soft warm skin beneath it and running my fingers over it. I let my fingers travel over her back, her sides, and her smooth stomach, trailing circles around her belly button with my little finger. She started giggling, from it tickling, breaking the kiss. I gazed into her eyes once more, raising my eyebrows slightly, still tracing patterns across her skin, very, very slowly moving higher. Liz just smiled, her head nodding almost imperceptibly, and we began kissing once more. I stoked my fingers across the bottom of her rib cage, following its shape around, up the center of her chest to her breastbone, placing my palm over her heart and feeling its gentle beat. I brought my left hand down and slid that under her shirt to join the right one, lifting it up and eventually pulling it off over her head. I let my hand go around to the clasps of her simple, white, lacy bra, which I hurriedly unclipped and pulled off of her. I leant back, letting my eyes roam all over her gorgeous body. Her entire areolas were erect, swelling out from her small tits, the size of quarters. Her nipples stood out on top of them, like a pair of pencil erasers. I removed my own shirt, throwing on the floor next to her missing clothing. Placing one hand on her lower back and running the other through her hair, I pulled her back towards me, the two of us intertwining. I traced a pattern down along her cheek, brushing the backs of my nails on through the nape of her neck, drawing them down to the left side of her chest, spiraling around her nipple, slowly moving in towards it, a trail of goose bumps in my wake. When I finally reached her nipple, I carefully rolled it in between my thumb and forefinger, feeling her shiver a little as I did so. I slid the whole palm of my hand over her breast, massaging it lightly before moving over to the right side, repeating my actions and getting a quiet moan out of her as I turned the nipple between my fingers, tugging ever so gently on it. I kissed and licked my way down her neck, sucking gently every so often, hearing her breathing speed up and become more erratic. Moving my hand out of the way, back down to her stomach, I kissed my way towards a nipple, flickering over it with my tongue before pulling it in between my lips and sucking gently on it. One of her hands made its way to the back of my head, ruffling my hair and pulling me closer to her. She let out a quick, breathy sigh, her rib cage rising and falling more rapidly now. I started sliding my hand across the top of her jeans now, making semicircles around the front of them. I pulled down the zipper, fiddling with the button, trying to pull her jeans open with one hand. Having some difficulty, I detached myself from her chest and lifted myself back up to her face. Grinning at her and giving her another quick kiss before looking back down to the button and, now I could see what I was doing, finally getting the button through the rather elusive hole. She lifted her hips up, allowing me to pull them down off of her, before kicking them off when they reached her feet. I went to slide a hand up the inside of her thigh, but she grabbed it before I could and moved it onto my own pants. Taking the hint, I quickly unfastened them and slid them off, leaving the two of us in just our underwear. This time, the closest she had to an objection was a sweet smile, and I leant in to kiss her neck, dragging my hand up one of her legs, then back down the other. I continued to let my mouth roam over her body, landing kisses at random, my hand still wandering up and down over her legs, finally coming to the top of her cute, girlish panties, before lifting the waistband and sliding my hand inside. I slipped it down over her soft, downy pubic hair, my middle finger sliding in between her lips and finding her clit. As soon as I passed over it, Liz lifted up her hips a little to meet my hand, and I started making small circles over the little bud. I moved my mouth back to hers and she began kissing me back much more aggressively than before, her tongue darting into and around my mouth. I let my thumb take the place of my middle finger in sliding around over her clit, bringing my fingers down to her entrance. I pushed my index finger against her opening, feeling it resist tightly. I carefully increased the pressure until it gave, suddenly, making Liz give a little yelp. "I'm sorry!" I quickly said, very concerned. "Are you okay?" She nodded. "It just stung a little. It's okay now though," she added, giving me the confidence to continue. I readily returned myself to making out with her, putting a little more pressure on her clit as she began to moan more frequently, her breathing now very ragged and broken. I gently slid my finger inside of her, surprised at how wet she was. I was not at all surprised about how warm and tight it was though, her walls clutching at my finger as I pulled it out of her. Shifting carefully out from under her, I moved my kisses down her neck again, leaving out the anticipation this time and quickly taking a nipple in between my lips, circling around it with my tongue. I increased the pace of my finger movements between her legs, as she started pushing her hips upward against my motions. I continued my sucking on her nipples a little longer, tasting her sweet sweat, before kissing her once again. I pulled my hand back out of her panties, watching her open her eyes again. She was a little flushed, and was breathing heavily. "Oh my god, that felt amazing..." she said, a huge grin on her face. "Now you see why everyone's always at it?" I asked, returning the smile. She nodded her head up and down madly. "Yes! Definitely. I've never felt anything like that before." I giggled at her enthusiasm. "You know, it gets better too." Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out, she opened them so wide. "Better? You have to be kidding..." she said, unable to believe me. My grin became even wider. "Yeah, but sadly," I began, my voice dripping with sarcasm, and my hand taking hold of the waistband of her panties, "I'm going to have to remove these." She just giggled again as I pulled them down her legs, and then off altogether, revealing her dark brown matted pubic hair, and her pink tinted lips, still spread slightly apart and swollen from my earlier actions. I felt a hesitation in her. "You know, you've done stuff to me, but I haven't had a chance to do stuff back to you yet..." I smiled. "If you want to, you're welcome to, but bear in mind it might take me a bit to recover before I'd be able to do other things after," I informed her. "What do you mean?" she asked, her naïveté once again showing through. "Well, even when a girl has an orgasm, she can almost always just carry on going. When a guy has one, his penis kind of goes limp again, and he has to wait a while before he can start doing stuff again. And I have a feeling you wouldn't have much difficulty getting me to," I explained to her. "Oh. I see," she said. Then, with little smirk, "in that case, maybe I should wait. Wouldn't want to spoil things for later. You're still going to have to lose those though," she added, tugging on my boxers. Not wanting to disappoint her, I quickly pulled them off, my erection bouncing a little and getting another cute giggle from Liz. "So, that's what it looks like," she said, a little wonder showing in her voice. She reached out a hand to touch it, looking at me for a go ahead. "Go on, if you want to. Be gentle though, especially with the end. It's a little sensitive," I warned her. She nodded, wrapping her fingers around it. I smiled a little as she ran her warm hand up and down, sending the occasional shiver through me. "I thought you said you were going to wait?" She sighed. "I suppose I can manage to put it off a little, so long as you don't make me wait any longer." "You won't have to wait a moment more," I told her, giving her a deep kiss before lifting her up in my arms and moving her down onto the floor. I continued to kiss my way down her body, her neck, her shoulders, her pretty chest, her smooth, flat stomach, and slowly down her left leg. I kissed each of her toes and then moved back up, kissing and licking the inside of her knees and then her thighs, going up around the covering of soft pubic hair, then down and up her other leg. This time when I got back to the top, I felt her fingers in my hair, guiding my head towards her mound. I slowed the progress she was trying to cause me to make, landing kisses and barely moving. She shifted her body under me, straining to put me where she wanted me. I decided to stop teasing her, and placed a kiss at the top of her lips, which decreased her squirming a little. I slid a hand up her thigh and pulled her lips apart, running my tongue down in between them and once again hunting down her clit. I could smell her very strongly, her scent filling my nostrils and making my blood pump even faster. I stroked her clit with my tongue, making her writhe around underneath me. I wrapped my other arm around under her leg, my hand ending up in a position to keep her lips open. I traced the fingertips of my newly freed hand down to her opening, sliding a finger in much easier this time, her juices flowing freely now. I managed to slide a second finger in, joining the first in slipping in and out. My tongue was still working on her clit, along with the occasional sucking. Liz's hips had left the floor as my second finger entered her and she was pushing her hips up against my face now, her hands pushing on the back of head, keeping my mouth on her clit. She was letting out the occasional moan now, and I could feel her walls contracting in little waves around my fingers. All of a sudden Liz froze, her hands squeezing the back of my head tightly. She began grinding her clit against my tongue, her breathing have become a desperate pant now. My fingers were being pulled slowly into her by the warm pressure of her walls, and her hands now ruffled around in my hair again. After what could only have been a few seconds, her hips dropped back down to the floor, her hands releasing my head and falling down beside her. I dragged my fingers slowly out of her, moving my face up to a level with hers, tracing another tattoo across her skin with my hand. I looked into her slightly glazed over eyes, feeling a warmth inside me than was fueled by her smile, her face and chest both somewhat flushed. She sat up a little, and kissed me on the lips, completely unperturbed by where they had very recently been. She broke it off this time, flashing another wonderful smile at me. "That was so, so wonderful. I really didn't think it was possible for something to feel that good." "I could lie here doing that to you all day, Liz. Tastes really nice, actually. Very sweet," I told her with a grin. I received an eye roll for this one, not that it particularly surprised me. "So... do you want to go on?" I asked hesitantly, knowing I wasn't going to push her if she didn't want to at this point. "We've come this far, haven't we? And if you can make me feel as good as you have already, I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy it," she answered, a little to my surprise. "Do you have... a condom or something?" I nodded, knowing there was one in my wallet somewhere, and reaching for my pants to extract it from there. "You know it's going to be at least somewhat uncomfortable, what with it being your first time and all, right?" I asked as I pulled the square blue packet out of the wallet. "I know you'll be careful," she assured me. "Would you mind if we went up to my bed, or something? It's just that I think I'd prefer that to doing it on this carpet..." "I was hoping you'd suggest something like that. Getting rug burn on your ass probably isn't the nicest sensation in the world," I said, laughing a little. We each threw on a couple of bits of clothing and made our way up to her bedroom. We sat down on the bed and quickly disrobed ourselves again. "You know, there's a certain condition that needs to be met before I can put this thing on," I told her, holding up the condom. She was about to say something, but then realization dawned, and her hand snaked back down my front, and, for the second time, I felt her soft hands caressing me. It did not take her very long to get me back to 'performing condition'. "Would it be okay if I tried what you did to me?" she asked me, looking down at what she was doing. I looked at her with a little disbelief. "You are certainly not going to hear any complaints out of me about it. Be careful about the teeth though." "Alright," she said, moving down slowly, leaving kisses across my stomach in what felt like a strange role reversal to me. There was a tingling in my spine as I felt her cool breath on me. She waited for a moment, just moving her hand back and forth on me slowly. I could feel her hesitating, getting up the courage to go ahead with something she almost certainly hadn't pictured herself doing mere hours before. I felt her hot lips brushing over my skin, her tongue swirling around and stimulating me in ways I had only ever imagined I could feel. She took a few inches into her mouth, and began slowly bobbing back and forth, tickling the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. "Not that that's not really, really great," I said between breaths, "but I think you'd better stop that if we're going to go any farther." She pulled herself off me slowly, flicking across the end one last time with her tongue. "But I was enjoying that," she pretended to whine. "Although, I have a feeling I might enjoy this even more." I tore open the packet, and, with more than a little help from Liz, who didn't seem able to keep her hands off me now, got it on. I moved her underneath me and, after running myself up and down between her lips and getting well lubricated, placed myself at her entrance. "Are you ready, Liz?" I asked, intertwining our fingers and resting my weight on my elbows. She smiled another sweet, innocent smile. "I don't think I've ever been more ready for anything, Matt." That said, she pushed up against me, starting to get me to sink inside of her. I let myself begin to enter her, just the head, trying not to cause her too much discomfort. I felt her stretching as I very slowly continued inside of her, inching my way forwards. The warm, tight, velvety sensation I felt was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Once I was a little way in, I paused, hoping to allow her to become accustomed to the sensations and reduce her discomfort. "Are you okay?" I asked her, squeezing her hands. "I... I'm alright. It just feels a little strange." "Do you want me to go on?" She nodded, pushing her hips up a little to signal her desire to go on. I started to move back and forth carefully, feeling her very slowly adjusting to having me inside her. I started going a little deeper on each stroke, every time her tight little body allowing me a little more access and stretching a little more. After an eternity of letting out eyes gaze into each other, I leant down and kissed her, time after time, gentle, slow kisses, each one lasting almost no time, and meaning more than any words or actions could ever explain. Before I even realized it, I was able to slide myself into her almost all the way, and Liz wasn't too much the worse for it. "You still holding up alright?" "Yeah. It feels too good not to be." I continued to move slowly inside of her, almost as much interested in just kissing her and being close to her than in the act itself. Each time I bottomed out inside of her, I felt her grind her hips up against me, stimulating her clit and bringing her a little closer to the edge with every one. Her climax came, and I felt her squeezing me, bringing me very much closer to my own. I continued my movement inside of her, giving her kiss after kiss, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body tightly to mine. I felt my release coming, Liz's thrusting motions against me getting stronger. I could feel wave after wave passing through her body, squeezing and stimulating me, triggering my own orgasm. I continued looking deep into her eyes, losing myself in them as I came. As soon as I was spent, I pulled out of her, rolling over to her side and just lying there, unable to take my eyes off of hers. We lay like that, the rain beating down outside, our arms around each other, both of us oblivious to anything else. "Matt, I... I never expected anything like that. I don't think I could ever have found that better than doing it with you," Liz whispered to me. "I'd imagined doing this with you, but not even in my wildest, happiest dreams, did I ever think it would really happen," I whispered in reply. We lay there together like that, skin against skin, heartbeat matching heartbeat, for so long, I feel like everything since then has been a blur. And compared to that day, it may have been.