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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity

By: andros14



Author’s Note: This is a true story. It happened on the night of August 30, 2003.

It wasn’t the most exciting weekend to start with. I was going to St. Mary-of-the-Woods College, an all-girl school, which meant that I never got to have any “fun” unless my boyfriend Brandon came down to visit me. Nothing really interesting had been going on, so Brandon had come to get me and take me back to his house for the weekend. At least, that was what was supposed to happen. We never actually left Terre Haute. No, it wasn’t because we had exquisite sex in my dorm, but rather because of a freak accident. 

While driving through a busy intersection, a car blew a red light and nailed us in the side of Brandon’s black s-10. The force of the car caused our truck to completely spin around and skid sideways. I always used to think that traffic was supposed to stop while there was an accident. However, it didn’t seem like it as the next two semis flew past us at over 70 mph, missing us by mere centimeters. Neither Brandon nor I were hurt, and neither were the people in the other car. However, we now had no car and it would be out of police jurisdiction to take us back to St. Mary’s. We both (usually) lived 3 hours away from the campus, so going home was not an option. In fact, the only place we could go (that the police could take us) was a Days Inn down the street.

So they took us there. The police had to talk to the manager, since the motels in that area would only rent rooms to people 25 or older, and we were just lowly 18 year olds. Or so they thought.

As we walked into the room, we flicked on the lights. “Hey, look at that, there’s only one bed!” Brandon commented suggestively as I looked over at the king sized bed. The thing was, although we had technically been going out for awhile (as of the next day it would be three months), we had yet to actually have sex. We always ran out of time, were interrupted, or were just flat out tired. What we needed was a little time to explore each other’s souls. We needed time where we didn’t have to worry about time. The motel was where we found that time.

We had dropped our bags on the floor when we came in. After we had closed the door, Brandon came up to me and embraced me in a tight hug. The hug escalated quickly, moving to a soft kiss, and then getting more passionate. As we broke from our kiss, breathless, I reached for Brandon’s shirt, pulling it up and off. Once I had gotten his shirt off, he removed mine. By the time my shirt was gone, my hands were tugging at the buckle of his belt, trying to get it undone. I unbuttoned his button with ease and pulled down the fly. I reached for the waistband of his pants and pushed them down off of his hips. He similarly took off my clothes, pausing to undo the clasp on my bra until we both just stood in our underwear. Stepping out of that last item of clothing, we stood completely nude in front of each other. By that time, we had resumed our tonsil hockey. 

It wasn’t long before we were sprawled out on the bed. My eyes followed his hand as it traveled down my body, softly caressing everything it touched. His hand reached my shaven pussy and lightly stroked my mound. He used one of his fingers to lightly stroke my clit, making small circles around it until I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He stopped teasing me and directly stroked my clit, sending waves of pleasure down my spine. He then buried two of his fingers deep in my pussy, pistoning them in and out as my juices dripped all over his hand. 

My hands were not idle all the while. I had reached over and taken a hold of his manhood, stroking the length of it. He groaned as I fondled the head of his cock causing him to bury his fingers even deeper into my pussy. Not wanting to cum to soon, Brandon moved down my body, making me release his throbbing cock. Brandon paused at my breasts, glancing up at me before he actually did anything. Once he was sure he had my full attention (as if there was any way he hadn’t had it), he lowered his mouth to my right nipple, lightly licking it with his tongue. He then took it into his mouth, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his warm tongue. All the while, Brandon kept eye contact with me. He had a devilish grin on his face, and the hunger in his eyes could have written volumes. He alternated between my two breasts, pausing only to give me an even more devilish grin than he had previously. 

When he looked up at me, I had my eyes closed in pleasure and my breathing consisted mostly of shudders. I opened my eyes to look down at him, only to watch him move up and kiss me. The kiss was light and quick. Brandon lay down next to me on the bed and looked deep into my eyes. 

“What are you thinking?” I asked him, grinning.

“I don’t know, what are you thinking?” I knew that he was kidding. He knew exactly what he was thinking and what we both wanted to do, but both of us were just afraid to actually bring it up.

“Do you want to?” he asked me.

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Cause I don’t want you to just because…”

Cutting him off, I replied, “I don’t want to do it just to do it…”

And he cut me off, “It’s not like that, I don’t want you to do it just because I want to…”

“It’s not like that…I want to.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

He knew that I was really nervous about having sex. I’d never done it before and was nervous about the whole thing (of course, he had never had sex before either, but guys are a whole nother story). Well…I was actually more nervous about getting pregnant than about having sex, but since one can follow the other, I was nervous about having sex.

“Ok.” Brandon got up from the bed and went to his bag that lay on the floor to retrieve a condom. Within seconds, he had it on and was climbing back into bed. Positioning his body on top of mine, he paused, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With that, he reached one of his hands down to position his cock at the entrance to my dripping pussy. He lightly kissed me as he pushed his cock into my virgin pussy for the first time. I was so tight that I wrapped around him like a glove. With the first stroke, he buried himself to the hilt in my pussy. His cock stretched my pussy to its limits. With a quick intake of breath, he closed his eyes and started pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his back and moved my hips to meet his thrusts. We quickly fell into a rhythm, moaning as our pleasure built. 

Through our erratic breathing and the intense pleasure of our coupling, I managed to focus on his face and say “I’m glad it’s you…”

“I’m glad it’s you too, baby….” he groaned.

My climax hit first, as my pussy contracted around his cock, gripping it like a vise. I inhaled sharply, clinging to Brandon as I had my first-ever intercourse induced orgasm. My pussy throbbed around his cock for longer than I’d ever had an orgasm last before. Right before my pussy stopped convulsing, Brandon let out a long sigh as he buried his cock deep in my pussy. I could feel the muscles of his cock pumping his cum into the condom. Collapsing on top of me, we both lie panting on the motel bed. What fun the cleaning lady would have the next morning.

We lay like that for awhile, until Brandon started to get soft. Reaching between us, he held the condom on his cock as he pulled out of me. Leaning over the side of the bed, he threw the condom in the trash and turned back to face me. I scooted over to him, spooning with him. Within minutes we had fallen asleep.

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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 02



Ever since the first time Brandon and I made love, we knew that we'd never have it that easy again. You see, in the motel, we had all the time we wanted with no one to bother us. But when we had to get back to our regular lives, our separate schools and our parents would find ways to make everything harder for us. 

It wasn't too bad in my dorm room though. Brandon would come down every weekend and I'd get a room for him in Guerin Hall (the hall where the mothers with young children lived). For the weekend, I would seemingly vanish from the lives of the people I knew because of the amount of time I spent with Brandon in Guerin—which was basically every second. Although students at the college were not allowed to stay with their guests, I broke that rule every weekend and stayed with Brandon. We did everything together, even slept together—our favorite part of the day. 

But here's the thing about Guerin Hall—it's haunted. Aside from the conservatory, Guerin is considered the most haunted place on campus. There's said to be a dark archangel in Guerin. Which makes the lives of everyone staying there very....interesting. Now I've never seen this dark archangel, but there are tons of mysterious things that have happened in Guerin when I've been there with Brandon. From laying in bed and seeing (out of the corner of my eye) someone sitting on the chair in the room (when no one's there) to walking past the freight elevator and seeing a white figure walking in it, which, upon closer look, to discover that the elevator's not even on that floor and there's nothing there. And then my favorite one—the last one which always freaks me out—well to start with, all the rooms that they rent are near the freight elevator. Guerin Hall is over 120 years old and the floors are made of wood...so the floors creak like mad when you step anywhere on them. You could wake the dead walking on them. But...I won't tell you the last one until I get there in my story.

So anyway, it's one of the weekends when I'm staying with Brandon in Guerin. We're sitting in room 328 and just talking about life and the past week. 

"So what have you been doing lately?" I inquired.

"Nothing much, just working on my models and going out with Joe. What about you?"

"Nothing really...the other week the college had this thing where they lit a campfire in the middle of the woods and we all told ghost stories and stuff. It wasn't scary or anything, except we found out that a few exorcisms had been done on this hall..."

"Guerin?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Ok, stop right there, you're going to make us both paranoid."

You see, he knew that there were all kinds of ghost stories about Guerin, but since the floors creaked and we always heard freaky noises, telling more ghost stories on a cold windy night didn't help the situation any.

"So anyway, what have you been wanting to do all week?" Brandon asked with a grin on his face.

"You."

"Wow, that was blunt," he chuckled, "But I have no problem with that."

"Good," I said as I leaned over and covered his mouth with a kiss.

It started off innocently, but soon he had his arms wrapped around me and our tongues were dueling to get down each other's throats. Slowly moving so that we were laying down on the bed, I wrapped my arms around his warm body, burying them under his shirt. Still kissing me, he pulled me closer. Any attempt for me to get out of his embrace would have failed. I snaked one of my hands down to the pulsating bulge in his pants and lightly squeezed it. With the skill that only comes with practice, I reached up and (one-handedly) undid his belt, button, and zipper.

As soon as I had the zipper done, I situated my hand on his semi-hard cock. Running my hand up and down its length, I could feel him leaking pre-cum. Since the last time when I had had sex with him, he shaved his pubic hair, leaving his cock smooth and slippery. I heard his breathing speed up and I gave his cock a light squeeze. Meanwhile, he had removed his arms from around my body and was busily working at getting my belt off. Once we had both lost every article of clothing below the waist, Brandon grabbed the blanket and covered us with it. Although there was a radiator in the room, the room was not warm just yet.

Once the blanket was over us, I reached down to find Brandon's cock standing at full mast. "Nice," I commented.

He just smiled. Stroking his cock once more, I reached over the side of the bed to Brandon's black backpack. He brought his backpack with him every week he came down, keeping his clothes, money, food, and especially condoms in it. Unzipping the smallest compartment, I pulled out the 12 pack of condoms that I knew would be in there. Opening the box, I pulled out one condom and stuck it in Brandon's shirt pocket. Besides his first look of confusion as to why I did that, he didn't say anything. I stuck the box on the night stand and turned back to Brandon.

Placing a light kiss on his lips, I could see the raging desire in his eyes. Since the first time we'd had sex, we had both promised each other that we would try not to masturbate at home so that we would have the full effect of sex when we were together. Because of that, when we did meet, there was a lot of pent up sexual energy just waiting to be released. 

Reaching to his shirt pocket with one hand, he pulled out the condom. As I watched him, he snaked his other hand down to my pussy. He at first lingered on the outside, slowly running his fingers over my clit and then plunging a finger deep inside me. "Ooh, my baby's nice and wet. I see you behaved this week."

"Behaved" was the term we used when we hadn't masturbated all week. "Yeah I did...I was good for once."

Removing his finger, he rolled over so that he was on top of me. I wasn't sure exactly when he had gotten that condom on, but it didn't really matter as I reached between us to find his rock-hard cock waiting for me. I eased it into my pussy, feeling it spread me open as Brandon pushed it in. He stopped for a second when he had the length of it buried in me.

"It's a slip-n-slide," he said, commenting on just how wet I was.

"Well, you know that you're just so sexy that I can't hold it back."

"Sure," he commented in disbelief.

It didn't matter though, because he began to piston his cock in and out of me. He started out relatively slow, but increased his tempo until we were going at it like rabbits. I could feel his balls slap against my ass as he pounded his cock deep into me. I moved my hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm perfectly. 

I could hear him panting above me as he felt my hot pussy around his cock. I contracted my pussy muscles, pulling him into me even more deeply. He sighed into my shoulder as we continued with our fun. As he kept pistoning his cock in and out of me, he started hitting my g-spot on every stroke. "Oh God. Good boy Brandon," I panted as the sensations kept getting better and better.

My pussy made a sort of squishing sound as he kept plummeting his cock deep into me with every stroke. Half the campus had to know what we were doing because of the sounds we were making and because of the bed. Everything in Guerin was old, including the beds. Which meant that they didn't just squeak a little. No. It was a long continuous creeeeeeeeak-craaaaaaaaaak-creeeeeaeeeeeeeek. Over and over and over. We always laughed about the beds after we were finished.

Brandon moved his head from the pillow and raised it above mine. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he leaned down to kiss me. Turning our kiss into a French kiss, he licked my lips and then lightly placed his tongue in my mouth. Doing what he always liked to do to tease me, he slowly pushed it in and out of my mouth in a fucking motion. Because of the double sensation of his tongue and his cock, I was sent into a frenzy of pleasure. A gasp later, my orgasm hit me. My pussy started contracting around Brandon's cock, milking him for all he was worth.

Only a few seconds later, I heard Brandon let out a groan signaling that he was also cumming. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my pussy, shooting his hot cum into me. He kept moving his cock while he came, but at a much slower pace. With a final deep thrust, he stopped moving and laid down on top of me.

"That was nice," I sighed into his ear.

"Yeah it was."

That was when the hallway light all of a sudden turned off. Brandon didn't see it, as he was face down, but I did. Now all around the campus, the hallway lights had to stay on 24 hours, so the fact that it wasn't on made me jump. Plus the fact that Guerin was haunted, right? 

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine...the light just turned off..."

"Oh."

Well, as it turned out, it had simply burned out. The rest of the hallway lights were on as well as the lights and power in our room. But it still freaked me out.

Brandon and I laid there in each others arms for another good hour or so, just enjoying each other's company. As we knew so far, there were no other guests staying in Guerin. At least, so we thought. That was until we heard the freight elevator. Now this freight elevator isn't one of those small ones...it's like one the size of a small room. So when it moves, you hear it. Brandon and I stopped talking as we heard the elevator move up to our floor. We heard it stop, but that was it. As I said before, the floors, the elevator, everything makes noise. But we did not hear one minute creak of the floorboards, nor one move of the steel elevator gate or heavy elevator door. And that wouldn't even have been so bad if it hadn't been for the fact that there are only two ways that a freight elevator gets to a floor: (1) someone is in the elevator with both doors closed and pushed the floor button or (2) someone on one of the floors pushes the button to summon the elevator. But if someone had been in the elevator, we would have had to have heard them get out, and no one on our floor had summoned the elevator, because we would have had to hear them walk past our room to get to it. Needless to say, we had both recently acquired a death grip on each other. 

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" I asked.

"Exactly."

"You mean the silence?"

"Yeah."

"So here's the thing," I continued, "How the hell did that elevator get up to this floor?"

"I don't know, but I know you won't be leaving this room to go to the bathroom tonight..." Brandon said.

To get to the bathroom, you had to go past the freight elevator and I didn't want a repeat experience of that one night when I saw the white figure. All of a sudden, there was a creak outside our door. No creaks leading up to it, just one loud creak right outside our door. Gripping each other for dear life, we got comfortable on the bed.

As scared as we were, we managed to fall asleep in that position before very long without even meaning to. When we woke up, it was Saturday at noon. I had a group project which I had to go work on at 3:30, so Brandon and I went back to my dorm room. We didn't really do much, just laid around until around 2:50, when I brought up a much debated topic between the two of us: 69ing. For some reason, Brandon thought we'd have a hard time with it and, because of that, we had not yet attempted it.

"So what about that?" I asked.

"My baby wanna try something new?" he teased.

"Mayyyybe," I teased right back.

Alright then. Both of us not being people who like to make the first move, we both just sat there. I wanted him to be on top because I'm not good being in positions of power. However, he wasn't moving and I sure as hell wasn't going to say anything. But then time passed and finally I said, "Ok, well move it, get on top."

Brandon moved his head down to my shaven pussy and positioned his cock right over my head. As I realized later, I probably shouldn't have kept the pillow under my head as it just forced Brandon's cock deeper down my throat. As soon as Brandon was situated, I reached over to his cock and slurped it into my mouth. Brandon lowered his head to my pussy and licked tiny circles around my clit. He had me squirming under him in no time. Meanwhile, I had a hand wrapped around his balls, softly massaging then while I licked the length of his cock. I slowly took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. I could feel Brandon's tongue on my pussy as he plunged it deep into me, licking up my juices. 

I rolled his ball in my hand as I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I alternated between sucking his cock and swirling my tongue around its length, doing whatever kept him going on my pussy. Before long, he stopped for (seemingly to me) no reason. "What?" I asked him.

"It's 3:25, don't you have to go to your meeting?"

"In a minute, let's finish this first."

"Ok."

"But let's switch. Come on, lay on your back."

Brandon laid down on his back, stretching out on the bed. Positioning my pussy above his face, I moved the top half of my body around so that I could reach his cock. Wrapping one hand around the base and another around the balls, I simultaneously stroked his cock and massaged his balls. Meanwhile, he had re-buried his tongue in my pussy as I had taken his cock deep into my throat. Not two minutes after we had switched positions, there was a knock on my door. Figuring it was one of my group members coming to check up on me, I didn't answer it, but just continued sucking Brandon's cock. The second they had started knocking, Brandon moved his tongue back up to my clit, triggering my orgasm. My orgasm wracked my body with pleasure, sending lightning bolts up and down my back, all back to my clit in the end. 

Not more than a minute later, I felt Brandon let off my pussy and let out a sigh as his cock pulsed out his cum. His cum filled my mouth and I eagerly swallowed it down, continuing stroking until he was done. Looking over at the clock, I saw that it read 3:32. Oh well, I thought, as I pulled myself off Brandon to get dressed.

It didn't really bother me that we had had a distraction in the middle of everything, but rather it just kind of added to thought of how nice it would be when I was home for Christmas break and would be able to have sex in Brandon's bed, without any distractions.

As I pulled on my clothes and grabbed a notebook for the meeting, I looked over at Brandon as he still lay on the bed. As I looked at him, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"You liked that, huh?" I grinned.

"Oh yeah...we gotta do that again sometime."

"Well just wait until Christmas break."

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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 03



Christmas break came a lot faster than I expected. What with school winding down with finals week and huge final projects, break came before I knew it. Planning to come home on Thursday (the day before school actually let out), I had rescheduled my sociology exam so that I could leave early. Getting home Thursday didn't do me any big favors except for the fact that it meant that I would be able to go out with Brandon on my second night home, Friday.

Friday morning I woke up to the sound of my mother's voice screaming at the top of her lungs, "Ash, do you know what time it is?!? It's 3:30 in the afternoon!!!"

Ok, so I sleep late when I'm by myself, so what? Anyway, I got up and went downstairs only to find out that if I did a few chores around the house, I would get to go out with Brandon. 

Dialing his number, I put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey."

"You doing anything tonight?"

"Nothing at all."

"Wanna do something?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Guess not. So you wanna be here between 6:30 and 6:45?"

"Sounds good."

"Ok, see ya later."

"Bye."

At 6:40 on the dot, Brandon showed up at my house. I let him in for a minute as I went upstairs to grab the Christmas gift that one of my friends had got for me and him. When we got outside to his truck, it dawned on us that we were out of condoms.

The closest and cheapest place to buy them was Meijer, which was located a mile or so behind my house. So we went there and got the condoms and then went back to Brandon's house.

His dad had just bought Pirates of the Caribbean, so we took that DVD and went into Brandon's room to watch it. Or so his dad thought. Because of the fact that his dad knew that we were always doing something, he had told Brandon that he could not close the door to his room if I was there to prevent whatever it was that we were supposedly doing. Well, we closed the door right off the bat. 

Not a moment after Brandon had closed the door and put in the DVD, I went up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked up at him with an evil look on my face and said, "So, can I jump you?"

"Maybe."

"Only maybe?"

"Yeah," he breathed.

I sat down on his bed and reached out for him. He moved so that he was right in front of me and I pulled him down onto the bed on top of me. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my pussy through our layers of clothing. I moved so that I was laying completely on the bed with him still resting on top of me. Grinning down at me, he ground his hips into my pelvis, letting me feel his arousal and need.

Reaching above me, I hugged him. I put my hands under his shirts and ran them up and down his back and finally down to his butt, where I pulled him even closer to me, letting me fully feel the extent of his arousal. We ground our hips into each other until he lifted himself off of me.

Sitting up, he reached for my belt. Unbuckling the buckle, he pulled the belt totally off my jeans and put it on the bed next to me. Next came the button and zipper. I raised my hips to allow him an easier time to get my jeans down my legs. He slowly pulled my jeans off, leaving me with just my thong between him and my dripping pussy. He leaned down to kiss me as his hands snaked up to my thong, slowly pulling it down my legs and off. Brandon leaned his head down and ran his tongue down the length of my pussy. He softly licked my clit a few times, before resuming his licking of my slit. After a few more licks, he lifted himself off me and laid down on his back.

Lifting myself up, I planted my pussy on his khakis right on top of his straining member. I could feel his cock pulsing as my pussy juices coated his pants. I leaned down to kiss him and then moved so that I was laying next to him. Reaching back over to him, I undid his belt, button, and zipper and reached my hand in his pants. Feeling his hard cock throb in my grip, I lightly squeezed it, making him squirm. 

"So can I jump you?" I grinned.

"Yeah," he breathed as he closed his eyes. He opened them only so that he could see as he reached a hand into his nightstand drawer and began moving things around. It looked as if he couldn't find something. 

"What you looking for?"

"We had one left and it's somewhere in here," he said, talking about the one condom we had left from our last box. He finally found it and put it on top of the nightstand, closing the drawer. Turning to kiss me, he pulled his khakis and underwear off. He reached an arm over to his nightstand and grabbed the condom. Still kissing me, he managed to put it on and started to roll on top of me.

Reaching between our bodies, I grabbed his rock-hard cock and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. Releasing him, I felt him push his cock into my pussy until he was buried to the balls. Leaning down for a quick kiss, he started pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy. He settled on a slow speed, trying to keep his bed from creaking. Trying to get him to speed up a little, I moved my hips faster. Looking down at me he said, "Try to keep it slow so he doesn't hear us...." pause "I saw that look..." he warned me.

"Well that's why you've got a floor," I commented.

"You wanna move?"

"Sure."

Lifting himself off me and his cock out of me, he stepped off the bed and onto the floor. I also pulled myself off of the bed and laid down on the floor. Not a second later, his cock was once again buried deeply in my pussy and was pounding away. Because we were on the floor, we could go as fast as we wanted because nothing would creak, so we pounded the living cum out of each other. I tried to keep quiet as Brandon hit all the good spots in my pussy, but a few gasps slipped out. Because we were right by his door, I heard his dad walk into his bedroom (right across the hall from Brandon's). Whoops. There was no way that he didn't hear us, but we didn't care as we continued moving our hips in the rhythm of love. 

I squeezed my pussy around his cock as he continued to pound me, my pussy gripping him like a vice. My pussy squished as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into me. I could feel his cock swell in me as he got closer to cumming. With a loud sigh, he forced his cock as deep into my pussy as he could get it. I could feel his cock pulsating as he came deep inside my pussy. At the same time, I started to cum, gripping his cock with my pussy and not letting go until we had both ridden out our orgasms.

Once he could move, he lifted his body off me. I got up and laid back down on the bed. "Goodnight," I said to him as I pulled his covers around my body like a cocoon.

"I'll be there to join you in a second," he said as he removed the condom and wiped his cock clean. Crawling in bed next to me, he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes.

"So, we gonna do that again?" I joked with him.

"Give me a few minutes to rest and then yeah," he sighed.

"Well I can't wait a few minutes," I half joked with him as I rubbed my dripping pussy against one of his legs. I knew he liked it whenever I humped his leg or did something similar, so I continued on as he grinned. I got into a good rhythm as I kept humping his leg, hitting my clit every time. Soon enough, I had to stop myself so that I didn't cum.

He noticed that and said, "I don't care if you cum all over me, babe."

"I know."

He raised his head to kiss me and did his trademark kiss where he moved his tongue in and out of my mouth as if he was fucking my mouth. I tried to get away from his mouth as it was slowly bringing me closer to the edge, but he only followed my movements and stayed right with me. Reaching a hand down to my breasts, he softly caressed them, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath.

"You're just dying to make me cum, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Oh yeah."

He covered my mouth with his and wrapped his arms around me. I knew that he wouldn't let me go until I came. So I gave in and kept making out with him until I felt myself start to cum. As my breathing sped up and I started to pant, I pulled my mouth off his and put my head down on the pillow next to his. For a few minutes, I lay like that, eyes closed, just resting beside him. 

When feeling started coming back into my body, I moved myself so that I was laying next to him and just plopped down on the bed.

"That was cool," he said.

"Why?" I queried, still exhausted from my last cum.

"Cause...I don't know, you know how I think I'm like nothing right? But then like if you can get off on me, then I must be something, you know?"

I basically knew what he meant, because we had discussed that issue many times before. I was glad to give him some self-confidence in himself by doing whatever I could.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes until the DVD that we were watching came to an end. Brandon got up to change the DVD and then laid back down next to me. As I curled up in his arms, I said, "I wish you could be here everyday to do this stuff..."


"Someday I will be," he commented as we settled down to watch the movie.

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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 04



Well the next time I saw Brandon was 5 weeks later. The radiator in his truck had finally fallen apart (thanks to it not being replaced after the accident) and his uncle wasn’t moving fast enough to fix it. So five weeks went by. At the end of the 5 weeks, I finally got to see Brandon. He showed up at my campus around 7:30 p.m. on a Friday night. Naturally, Friday was filled with sex and love and all that good stuff and Saturday was 

Valentine’s day.

Now I had gone to Pricilla’s the week before because Brandon and I had often talked about buying stuff there and using it in our sex play. So I bought a pair of red furry handcuffs. We figured this would lead to a very interesting weekend and of course, we were right.

So anyway, Saturday came around and we just played around the whole day. Brandon was trying to tickle me and I remember trying to hold him down to the bed so he couldn’t reach any ticklish spots on my body. Needless to say, I wasn’t succeeding. The fact that we both were naked except for him wearing boxers and me being in a bra and thong didn’t help the situation, because he had much easier access to all the ticklish parts of my body than if I had been clothed. So I got up and got the handcuffs. I figured, hey, I could handcuff him and then he wouldn’t be able to tickle me. 

For about 40 minutes we wrestled, trying to get the handcuffs on each other. It wasn’t working incredibly well because we both were able to wiggle ourselves out of any positions that could have been used to put the cuffs on. And believe me, it’s hard to get handcuffs on a moving squirming person. Since we were getting a little tired and didn’t want to wear ourselves out, Brandon finally stopped moving and allowed me to put the handcuffs on him. 

Now the only problem was that we needed something to wind the handcuffs around so he couldn’t move his arms at all. The fact that we were in a room in Guerin meant that there was a metal chair in our room. So we backed up the chair to the bed and wound the handcuffs around one of the vertical bars on it. He laid back on the bed as I secured the handcuffs.

Then it was my turn to have a little fun. Pulling his boxers off, it was obvious to the world that he was hard and ready to fuck. Grazing my hand over his cock head, he squirmed in my grasp. I could hear the clinking of the handcuffs against the metal chair and knew that he wanted to be able to move around more than he was able to. That just enticed me more. Knowing how much he liked tit-fucking, I unsnapped my bra and dropped it on the ground. Lowering my body over his, I grazed his straining cock with my breasts.

As my soft tits glided over his cock, he took in a gasp of air. I knew he loved what I was doing and now was a perfect time to take advantage of it. I kept moving my breasts softly over his raging cock, knowing that I was slowly driving him insane. “I should have known you would do something like that,” he groaned when I looked up at him with a devilish grin.

Lifting my body off of his, I moved down the length of his body until my mouth was hovering above his cock. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the underside of his cock in that sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft, causing him to arch his body off of the bed. I knew that spot drove him nuts, which just added to all of the other pleasure he was experiencing. Looking up at him, I could see that his eyes had glazed over and his breathing had become more rapid. 

I again lowered my mouth to his cock, licking that spot over and over, making him squirm because of the amounts of intense pleasure that were wracking his body. I held the base of his cock with my hand while I did this, because his cock continuously twitched and moved around every time I licked that sensitive spot. 

I felt a string of pre-cum slide down his cock and onto my hand. Looking straight into his eyes (with a devilish grin) to making sure he was watching me, I raised my hand to my mouth and proceeded to lick off the cum. This elicited a groan from Brandon.

I engulfed his cock with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and applying light suction to his whole cock as I lifted my head off it. The whole time, I kept eye contact with Brandon. As my tongue bathed his cock, I made sure to flick it across the sensitive spot, making Brandon squirm even more. Almost every time I flicked that spot, I could hear the cuffs clinking against the chair as he struggled to remain still.

Moving up his body, I licked his lips with my tongue. He raised his head so that he could kiss me, but I pulled just out of his reach. When he put his head back down, I kissed him and let my tongue fall into his mouth for a mere second. The second he tried to suck on my tongue, I pulled back. “Let me have it,” he groaned with a voice full of need.

This continued for a little while until I finally rested my body on top of his and made out with him. I could feel his hard cock throbbing on my pussy as I lowered my mouth to his neck. I lightly nibbled on it, sucking some of it into my mouth. He always loved it when I did this, as was obvious by him raising his hips to meet mine. He ground his hips against me as I continued to suck on his neck.

“Fuck me Ash,” he said as I lifted myself off of his neck.

And I did. Reaching a condom from the dresser (we still had not had sex without one), I quickly put it on his cock and straddled his body. Slowly lowering myself onto his cock, I heard him gasp as his cock was engulfed in my hot, tight pussy. Once I had him in me as deep as I could get him, I leaned down to kiss him. As we made out, I moved my pussy so that I was fucking him. I couldn’t go too fast because of the making out, but I could still hear his strangled gasps.

Breaking our kiss, I planted my hands on the bed on either side of him and began fucking him. I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock as my orgasm approached. Hearing his groans just egged me on, as I continued to fuck him hard and deep. And I’m not one to fuck girl-on-top without a little teasing. On one of the up-strokes, I lifted my hips enough so that only the head of his cock was still buried in my pussy. Brandon lifted his hips to stuff his cock back in me. So I just raised mine higher and watched him struggle to raise his up to meet mine again. Brandon somehow managed to keep the head of his cock in my pussy, so I lowered myself down onto him as he lowered his hips back to the bed. I could hear him groan the second his cock was fully buried in my pussy. From that moment on, I started fucking him with abandon. Not a minute later, Brandon let out a strangled cry. I could feel his cock pulsing in me and shooting out his cum. His cock shot what must have been a gallon of cum into my already-dripping pussy. The second I felt his cock start to pulse, my own orgasm overtook me. My pussy convulsed around his cock, pulling him deeper into me with every contraction. It felt like lightning bolts were running from my pussy up through the rest of my body. My pussy gripped his cock like a vice, milking his cock for all I was worth. Our orgasms were perfectly in sync for a moment, as I collapsed on top of Brandon.

Breathing hard, we both rested for awhile, just laying there on the bed. Realizing that Brandon was still handcuffed, I reached up to where his arms were and unlatched the handcuffs. When his arms were free, he wrapped them around me in a lover’s embrace. For a little while we cuddled, until I felt Brandon move beneath me.

Looking down at him, I saw him grinning. “My turn,” he said with a devilish look on his face.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, I lifted my body off of his and laid down on the bed. As I watched him, he got up and threw the condom in the trash. Going over to the table on the far side of the room, he put his boxers back on. I looked at him questioningly, but he just walked back to the bed. I put my arms above my head as I saw him reaching for the handcuffs. As I heard them clink closed around my wrists, I knew that I was going to be in for some fun. Brandon laid down with his pelvis draped over my one leg and started making humping motions. I could feel his hard cock moving against my leg through the fabric of his boxers. “Oh you can’t do that,” I said to him. He knew he was teasing me and he loved it.

I wanted him so badly to sink his cock into me and yet he kept lying there, humping away at my leg, driving me insane. “You feel that, don’t you?” he teased, “All nice and hard...”

He knew he was driving me nuts and he totally loved it. He moved up my body and laid down on top of me. Lifting his head just out of kissing reach, he tempted me by lowering it enough that I thought he was going to kiss me. Raising my head to kiss him, he pulled back. “Uh-uh...I don’t think so…” he teased me further. Raising his hips off of mine, he slowly moved so that just the tent in his boxers (formed by his straining cock) was touching my pussy. Moving his hips back and forth, he stroked my pussy with his cloth-covered cock, driving me wild.

“It would be a shame if that just slipped out of there and ended up in your pussy, wouldn’t it?” he teased.

“Totally,” I replied as I wrapped my legs around his hips and tried to grind him into me. I wasn’t satisfied though, because of the cloth separating us. Plus, I wasn’t really pulling him any closer to me because he had somehow locked his hips into position. So I pulled my feet back in front of his waist and tried to use my toes to grab the material of his boxers and move his cock through the fly. I succeeded in doing this relatively easily. Once it was through, he lowered his cock back down to my pussy. As his cock touched my pussy lips, I could feel a drop of pre-cum slide from his cock head down into the depths of my pussy.

Feeling that, I wound my legs back around his hips and pulled his cock to me. Still teasing me, he slowly moved his cock gently over my pussy lips, pausing at my entrance. He lightly pushed, but not hard enough to slide any part of his cock inside of me. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, but continued to tease me. Lifting higher off me, he moved his cock away from my pussy and rested it on the lower part of my belly with his balls grazing my clit. He softly moved against my body, causing his cock and balls to rub against me very pleasurably. I tried to move my hips up against his, but the second I moved so much as an inch, he pulled away from me. 

And of course, I couldn’t do anything about it because I was handcuffed. I tried not to move around too much, so that he wouldn’t know how badly I wanted to be able to move my arms and just grab his cock and plunge it deep into my pussy. However, that was easier said than done and the handcuffs did quite a lot of clinking against the chair during the time I was cuffed.

After what seemed like hours (although I’m sure it was only a few minutes), he again moved his cock back to my pussy. Although I’m not sure he meant to, it slid right in. I was dripping wet because of all the teasing he’d done to me. The second his cock head was inside my pussy, his entire body tensed up. He stopped moving every muscle in his body and stood stock still. Looking up at him, I saw that he had a look of intense concentration on his face. As he felt the warmth of my pussy for the first time not separated by the latex of a condom, he tried with all his might to hold in his cum. “Push it in babe,” I told him, as I wrapped my legs back around his hips and pulled him in a little deeper. Again, he had to stop and force himself not to cum as the sensations increased. 

Once he was sure he wasn’t going to cum the first second he moved, he slowly pumped his cock in and out of my pussy a few times. Then he stopped and pulled his cock completely out of my pussy. “Come on babe, put it back in,” I encouraged him.

“Babe, neither of us have been tested...” he was one of those people who wanted sex without a condom to be perfectly safe and STD free...

“Yeah, and neither of us have had sex with anyone else so what’s the chance we’ve got something?”

“Well you could get pregnant and I don’t know how this all works...”

“That’s why I’m on the pill...come on, just this once…”

“All it takes is once, babe...”

“Well yeah…come on...”

“Babe, I know you’re psychotically horny, so...” Was that supposed to mean that I wasn’t thinking straight or something?

“Babe, please?”

“Fine, I’ll just pull out...”

“No...I want you to cum in me....it doesn’t matter anyway cause those things (cocks) leak enough before you cum to make a person pregnant anyway...” he totally lifted his body and cock off of me.

“Babe, I’m on the pill...”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how effective that is and stuff and I just don’t know.”

(sigh)

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Nothing I could say or do could get him to put that bare cock of his back in me. He reached above my head and undid my handcuffs. “I’ll be right back.”

Well I knew he was worried and stuff and I knew he thought that I was the one not thinking logically (because I was, as he said, psychotically horny), but I WAS on the pill and I knew that it (the pill) had a better chance of working than of not working, but whatever. Anyway, that night we talked about the chances of getting pregnant and just about everything dealing with how the pills worked and all that good stuff. 

I imagine that he was scared because of the fact that I knew what was going on and he was sitting there without a clue, totally clueless. So I informed him about stuff. I pretty much told him everything I knew on the subject of birth control pills, but I think he expected the whole process of how they work to be a little more complex than what it actually is, and that kind of threw him off. 

Anyway, talking about that got us onto the subject of talking about sex again. That got us all riled up again and we ended up back on the bed. Although we had talked about the stuff about birth control and not using condoms, we had not talked about what we were going to do the next time we had sex (regarding whether or not to use a condom). Because of that, we were both a little hesitant about getting up to get a condom. Like I said, we were both hoping that the other person would take the initiative and get one, or just roll over and ride the other person. However, since we were both waiting on each other, nothing was getting done.

Luckily for me, Brandon made a decision. Rolling over so that he was partially on top of me, he looked me in the eyes. “You’re sure it’s that small of a chance?”

“Yeah, it should be...”

“SHOULD?” he said in a slightly panicked tone.

“Babe, nothing’s for sure.”

“Right.”

After a short pause, Brandon finally moved so that his cock was positioned directly over my pussy and pushed the head of it in. Again, he had to pause for a few seconds to keep himself from cumming, but then he started fucking me. As his bare shaft penetrated my pussy, the sensations overwhelmed me. Unlike when we had sex with a condom, I could now feel the head of his cock and I could feel all the ridges and veins in his shaft. It was amazing. I could tell that he was enjoying this way more too, as his breathing had already sped up to be incredibly fast and he began pumping me as if he was gonna cum any second.

I moved my hips up to meet his and ground them against his. My clit was getting so much stimulation, I was sort of surprised that I hadn’t passed out from the ecstasy of it all. From the dual feeling of my clit hitting his pubic bone and the fact that he was raw-dogging me, I came in seconds. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock, making him start to drip his cum inside of me. 

“Cum in me babe,” I managed to squeak out through the intense pleasure that I was feeling.

With one loud groan, he did. The first thing I felt was the rhythmic contractions of his cock deep inside of me. I could feel the cum shooting out of his cock and hitting the walls of my pussy. The whole time, my pussy milked his cock, drawing every last drop of cum out of his pulsing cock. He was totally filling me up with his hot cum, which was overflowing my pussy. When we were both done, he collapsed on top of me, totally out of breath.

When he finally lifted his face from the pillow next to mine, he looked at me. “I love you,” we both managed to say at the same time.

Grinning deep into his eyes, I contracted my pussy muscles around his still-hard cock. “You just have to get every drop out of me, don’t you?”

“Yeah I do,” I grinned.

Not much later, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Waking up the next morning, we went over to my dorm room with all our stuff. It wasn’t long before we were ready to go at it again, quite a few times in fact. And of course, the sex was good every time, but let me tell you about this one specific time that we did “stuff.”

So anyway, we’re just laying on the bed, teasing each other with kisses, and neck nips and things like that while being held in each other’s arms. 

“So you want to do stuff?” I asked him.

Knowing full well what I meant, he said, “Sure, you got anything specific in mind?”

“No, just the regular is good.”

“Ok.”

Neither of us seemed to know where to start, because again, neither of us knew how (with or without a condom) the other wanted to do stuff. And again, I left it up to him. We made out, tongues dueling and fighting to get down each other’s throats while I waited for him to make a decision. I lowered my mouth to his neck, lightly nibbling on the soft skin there. Hearing a sharp intake of air from Brandon, I lightly licked the same spot and took the skin into my mouth, lightly sucking on it. I then moved back to his mouth and placed a light kiss on his lips.

Rolling onto my back just to get comfy, I was lucky enough to have him decide what to do. Not that I wouldn’t have decided, but I never liked to make major decisions…or just decisions at all. Anyway...

Brandon rolled so that he was on top of me, his bare cock positioned at the entrance to my dripping pussy. For some reason though, he had a little trouble pushing it in at first. It’s not that I was dry, I think it was that we were used to the whole lubricated condom thing. “Is it even in there?” he asked me, as he had a little trouble pushing his cock into me.

“Yeah it is, believe me...”

He kept pushing his cock into me, slowly pistoning it in and out to get some lubrication flowing. Then his cock head made contact with my wetness and heat. “Yeah, it’s in,” he gasped.

“Yeah,” I sighed as I could feel his cock pressing into my pussy, stretching it to accommodate his size.

“Man you’re big babe...so long and thick.”

“My baby’s so wet...”

“Only for you babe...”

At that point, we had no problems at all with the lubrication and Brandon had no problem sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. He started out slow, not wanting to cum too soon as his cock was surrounded by my hot wet tight pussy. 

He then sped up his pace, pulling his cock further out of me and slamming it back into me, burying himself to the balls. He was fucking me rough and I loved every second of it. I could feel all the details of his cock as my pussy gripped onto it. 

He pumped his cock into me as if there was no tomorrow. He managed to do it hard, deep, and fast, not to mention pleasurable all at the same time. I could feel his cock swelling in my pussy with every second that he kept humping me. Our breathing sped up as we got more and more aroused from the pleasure that was coursing through our bodies like lightning bolts. 

Leaning his head down to kiss me in the middle of our romp session, he continued to fuck me. His tongue was like electricity as it sent a shock through my body as it coursed around mine. We continued to make out for a few minutes before he pulled away from our kiss, gasping for air. Lowering his head back down to the pillow, I could feel him speed up his fucking. I could tell he was getting close to cumming as was I. 




A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 04



“Tell me when you’re close,” he whispered to me.

I could hear him pant as he continued to fuck me. Depending on how good it felt for him, he sped up and slowed down, making me reach down to his hips. Whenever I did that, he would stop moving and let me control the fucking. Holding onto his hips, I raised and lowered them at a quick pace, causing his cock to fuck me at exactly the speed I wanted. Once he got the basic idea of what I wanted done to me, he took over. Once he started fucking me just the way I wanted, it wasn’t long before I said, “I’m close babe.”

A few strokes more and my pussy started convulsing around his still pumping cock. My pussy tightened on his cock, and I knew that it would bring about his own orgasm. Only a few seconds after I started cumming, I could feel his cock shooting its seed deep into my pussy. He still pumped his cock in and out of me as we both came. Brandon collapsed on top of me, but I wasn’t quite done with him yet.

I gave him a few minutes to rest, while I too caught my breath. Then I started moving under him. Although his cock was only semi-hard, it was still solid enough to stay in my pussy as I slowly moved my hips back and forth. I slowly fucked Brandon, being careful to not let his cock slip out of my pussy. Tightening my pussy muscles around his cock, I tried to get him back up again. As he raised his head off the pillow, I moved my mouth to his neck, lightly licking the soft skin there. Hearing him groan, I nibbled on his neck and took a section of skin into my mouth, sucking on it softly. 

At that point, I felt his hips twitch. I sucked harder on his neck and moved my hips at a faster pace to edge him on and to try to get him to actively fuck me. I could feel his cock getting harder with every second I did something to him. Finally, I felt him lift his hips and plunge his cock deep into my pussy. For a second, he left it there, unmoving, and I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then he started fucking me as if there was no tomorrow. He fucked me hard and deep, pulling his cock out so that there was only the very tip of his head in me, and then sinking it balls deep in my pussy. With every thrust of his hips, my pussy squished around his dick. Our combined cum from our first orgasms made it so that my pussy was practically a slip-n-slide (that was what we liked to call it anyway).

I was almost ready to cum again when he stopped dead. I looked up at him questioningly, wondering what he was doing. Seeing a devilish grin on his face, I said, “Come on babe, fuck me…no teasing this time.”

“With pleasure.”

And he did. He started fucking me even harder than he had the previous time. I raised my hips to meet his in the dance of love. I could tell he was getting closer to cumming, as his fucking sped up along with the depth of his thrusts. It wasn’t long before I heard him pant, “I’m gonna cum again.” Three strokes later he came, collapsing on me. 

I could feel his cock pulsing in my pussy and shooting its cum deep into my depths. From this time that he came and the previous one, there was so much cum that I could feel it dripping out my pussy with every shot of cum. After he emptied his balls into me, he rolled off of me and laid on the bed. 

“Well that was fun,” he said, once he caught his breath.

“Just wait til spring break....”

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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 05



Well usually, when I'm waiting for a break or a weekend or something to arrive, it seems like it takes forever. But Brandon's spring break wasn't like that. Between me doing all of my schoolwork and him working, his spring break came surprisingly fast. 

This meant that I had 10 days of him all to myself! Needless to say, I was ecstatic. It is also needless to say that my parents were not going to find out. 

Now the actual pretending like he wasn't there for 10 days was interesting in itself, but I'm not going to get into that.

In addition to the fact that it didn't seem like I had to wait that long for his break, the break itself didn't seem to last that long. Of course, I was still going to school with Brandon sleeping and living in Guerin (with me stopping by at every spare moment) so I guess it's not like I really had the time off to see him, but oh well. Even though the break went by fast, there were many memorable moments.

The memorable moments all circled around the new ways we'd tried to have sex. The first few days that Brandon was staying in Guerin, there was an old lady renting the room next to us. Of course, the rule was that I couldn't stay with Brandon so there couldn't be any sex late at night because (hello!) there should have been no one around at that time for him to have sex with. So I just stayed in my room, right? 

Nah, I still stayed with Brandon in Guerin for all 10 days. However, that meant that we had to make our sex a little more creative at night time so that no one else could complain they heard any bed-squeaking noises.

The first day that he was there, I still had school. Once I was done with my classes, he arrived. I spent a little time finishing up my homework, and then we went out for dinner. After dinner, I made sure I had everything I would need for my morning classes the next day and we both headed back to Guerin. That's when the fun started. 

The only problem (as I said) was that we had to be quiet because of the fact that it was getting near the end of visiting hours.

During the time I had spent doing my homework, I had left my laptop on the bed next to Brandon (with the limited space in the room, when we weren't using the bed, it became another sort of table). Since I hadn't been on the laptop for a few hours, I needed to check if any of my professors had e-mailed me (I was waiting for a few e-mails). I didn't want to move the laptop to the desk (Lazy? Me? Nah!) so I just bent over at the waist and started to check my e-mail. The next thing I knew, Brandon was behind me, grinding his pelvis against mine. "Ooh, a skirt...you know I like that," he said. 

"Yep," I did know that he liked skirts. In fact, I had worn a skirt (the only one I owned) because I knew that skirts turned him on.

As I moved the mouse with my touchpad, I saw that I had no e-mails. I also heard the familiar clinking sound of a belt being unbuckled. Moving the laptop back onto the chair, I turned around to see what Brandon was doing. "Nope, come on, climb back on the bed."

Wanting to see what he had in mind, I did. I laid down on the bed and watched him as he slid his pants to the floor and lowered his boxers along with them. I could see his cock standing erect the moment he pulled his boxers low enough to expose it. His cock stood out straight as he pulled off his shirt. I just stared at him. I'd missed being able to look at him, touch him, feel him inside of me. I couldn't wait to feel the sensations again.

I was laying on my back when he climbed onto the bed. Brandon laid down on top of me which rested his cock right on top of my pussy. Even through my skirt and thong, I could feel his hard cock pulsing. I liked the feel of his cock against my pussy, even through the layers of clothing, so I ground my hips against his. I wrapped my arms around him as he leaned down to kiss me. 

The kiss started out innocent enough. Brandon started by lightly kissing me. That was where the innocent part stopped. Once he had pulled his head away from mine just the slightest bit, I snaked my tongue out and licked his lips. I knew that this drove him crazy (and of course made him horny) so it was the perfect thing to do to heat things up. Brandon retaliated with his own tongue. He slowly inserted it into my mouth, licking its way around my own tongue. For a little while, our tongues dueled, fueling the passion coursing through our bodies. Once we finally came up for breath, Brandon pulled his body off of me. Because of the fact that we hadn't seen each other for around a month, that was all the arousal we needed before we went at it like rabbits. 

We both knew that we wanted to have sex. The only question was how we were gonna have sex very quietly since it was getting late.

"So how do you want to do this?" he asked me.

"Well, doggy's a quiet one," now I'm not usually one to suggest things or bring up new sexual techniques, but I wanted sex and I didn't want to wait around for him to think something up.

"Ok."

I quickly took my clothes off and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the bed. "Come on," I said, urging Brandon to get behind me. Brandon positioned himself behind me, making me lower my body a little so that he could actually rest on top of me. Reaching under both of our bodies, I grasped Brandon's cock. I could feel it pulsing in my hand as I guided it into my wet pussy. Once I had the head in, I could feel Brandon move his hips to push it in deeper. It took a little while, but we got a rhythm going. Brandon pounded his cock into me, deeper and deeper. It felt so good to be having sex again after so long that I became what Brandon liked to call a "slip and slide." I actually had to angle my body downwards so that he wouldn't slip out because of how wet I was. 

Not too long after we started, I could feel his cock swelling in me. I turned my head around to see Brandon's face. When I did this, he lightly planted a kiss on my lips and continued pumping. As Brandon neared his orgasm, he pistoned his cock harder and harder into my pussy. After not having sex for nearly a month, it felt so good that it was all I could do not to cum. The reason I was trying not to cum was because I wanted to cum at the same time that he did. I could feel his hands start to shake on the bed on both sides of me and knew that he was getting close. As his thrusts increased to be even faster and harder than before, I knew that he was only seconds away from cumming. I ground my hips back against his thrusting pelvis for the last few seconds of our coupling. At that moment, I felt my pussy contract, signaling the start of my orgasm. It was my pussy's vice-like grip on his cock that caused the start of Brandon's own orgasm. As I rode out the waves of my orgasm, I could feel Brandon's cock pulse inside of me as it shot its cum deep into my pussy. As he continued cumming, I could feel it start to drip out of me. You see, Brandon is one of those guys who (I swear) cums buckets of cum. Even though it can sometimes be a problem because there's a lot to wipe up, I like it because I feel like I'm being filled up by him. 

Once we had both come down from the throes of passion, Brandon rolled off of me. "That was good..." he sighed, as he closed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow.

Putting my head down next to his, I said, "Yep....goodnight." "Goodnight" was what we usually said when we were done with sex and were tired and had that kind of sleepy feeling. We usually didn't mean it because we almost never went to sleep after sex. However, this time, we were both asleep in seconds.

The next day, we got another neighbor. That is, in addition to the old lady on the one side of the room we were in, we got a middle-aged man on the other side. This made it even harder to have sex, when we wanted, as passionately as we wanted. That also made for even more creative solutions to the whole problem of where and how to have sex. 

I didn't have to worry about anything during the day cause I had classes. I stopped by between classes to see Brandon and we did some stuff then, but at that point, there was no problem because it was during visiting hours. That night, I had to finish a term paper for one of my classes, so I knew that it was going to be late by the time I got around to doing anything with Brandon. It was around 2 am to be exact (my class was at 2:30 p.m.) when I finally finished my paper. The whole time I was working on it, I could hear the old lady and the man in the rooms next to us milling around. I don't know if they were pacing or what, but they both were moving around a lot, so they obviously were still awake. And then another thing I kept hearing was someone walking up and down the halls of our floor and the floor above us. Aka the security guards. I didn't want to get caught being there, so I figured to hell with the sex that night, we'd both just go take a shower and then go to bed. 

At the time when we actually snuck our way over to the shower (which was like in this little bathroom with a toilet and sink where you could lock the door to the whole room) we had no intentions of doing anything but taking a shower. Boy did that change. The only thing was the fact that it was like a one-person shower. And for all intents and purposes, there should never have been two people in there at once (think small). So there had to be dead silence, cause, come on, no one talks to themselves in the shower (singing's another story). I originally thought the no-talking part would have been relatively easy, and it probably would have been had we just taken a shower. 

Well anyway, we got in the shower, and we both shaved ourselves. I won't really go into that, but I shave my pussy and he shaves his pubic hairs so that when we have sex, we glide more smoothly along one another. So we shaved and then I reached outside of the shower to get the soap. We always left my bucket of shower stuff outside the shower because of the fact that the shower wasn't all that big. It was one of those showers that is like where it's also a tub and stuff, so there was plenty of room for us, just not room for us AND our shower equipment. 

When I reached out to get my bottle of soap, I had my back to Brandon. Brandon came up behind me and pressed his cock against my ass. Turning back to look at him, I could see that he had a sly grin on his face. 

I then squeezed some of my soap on my shower puff (which I call my "poofy") and began to soap up Brandon. I scrubbed his whole body from his neck to his feet, making sure to pay special attention to his cock and balls. While I did his back, I still had one of my hands wrapped around the front of his body massaging his cock gently. It didn't take much, and that little bit of touching got a rise out of him. Once he had rinsed off, he soaped me up, paying special attention to my nipples and pussy. Before he soaped up my nipples, he licked each one in turn, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, before lightly flicking it a few times with his tongue. When he got to my pussy, he moved his hands in a signal to spread my legs (remember, we had to be super-quiet). Once I had spread my legs, he proceeded to lightly lick my clit. He then moved his tongue so that he could stick it into my pussy. After a few seconds of that, he stopped and continued soaping me up. I then rinsed off and we both washed our hair. Then the fun started.

That was when the not talking started becoming a problem. Even a whisper would have been heard in the building (because of the echoing), so we really really had to be quiet. To ask him if he wanted to have sex (in a non-speaking way), I pointed to his cock and then to my pussy. He didn't get it. Looking back on it, I don't think I would have gotten the point either. I then took his cock and guided it to my pussy. 

We did manage to get it in after a little while. However, because Brandon's like 5 inches taller than me, it put his cock higher than the entrance to my pussy, so Brandon was bending his knees to be able to keep his cock in me. What made the whole ordeal even more interesting was that although we had talked about standing sex a lot, this was the first time we had ever actually tried it. Because of that, we really didn't know how to go about not killing our legs and still managing stand-up sex. What I immediately noticed was that there were tiny ledges on the end of the shower (the shower was like a tub which had the normal faucet and then the shower faucet). So I managed to plant my feet (carefully so I didn't slip and break a leg) on those ledges. I made a come-here motion to get Brandon to come over by me. 

With me standing on the ledges, I was at a perfect height for Brandon to enter me. For balance, I wrapped my arms around Brandon's neck and rested some of my weight on him. I had to bend my knees a little, but we did manage to get the hang of it. We couldn't really do it too fast, for fear of slipping and breaking our necks, so we went at it slowly and leisurely. Brandon continually thrust up into me, sending sparks through my entire body. In that position, I could feel every muscle and detail in his cock as it rubbed against the walls of my pussy. For most of the time, we made out, our tongues fighting to get down each other's throat. The fact that we were making out speeded up our lovemaking and also aroused us more.

Right about at the point where I thought my legs were about to give out (from trying to stand [not slip] on the ledges and stand with my knees bent and still enjoy the sex), my orgasm hit me. It had been building for awhile, slowly, not quickly like it usually did. Because of the time it had taken to get me up to my orgasm, it hit with a force. My pussy clamped down on his cock, trying to milk the cum out of him. It felt as if I had lightning bolts shooting through my body for what seemed like quite a long time. The whole time I was in my glory, Brandon kept pistoning his cock in and out of me. Not long after I'd cum, I heard him try to whisper (it came out louder than he'd hoped) "fuck!" as he slammed his cock deep into me. I could feel the cum rushing out of his cock and into my pussy. He came with such a force that I could actually feel when his shots of cum hit my pussy walls. Brandon's cock pulsed in me a few more times before he finally stepped back, letting his cock fall from my pussy.

I shakily stepped down from the ledge. My legs felt as if they were about to give out, or at least fall off. One of the two. We ended up making it back to the room without getting caught. Needless to say, we quickly went to bed.

After that day, there was the weekend, and then I went right back to my classes. One of the days when I had class, I came back to Guerin after all of my classes and sat down at my laptop. I needed to find this one file that I had saved in a hurry. And, of course, I couldn't remember what folder I had saved it in. After looking for awhile, I finally thought about maybe looking in my folder of porn movies, thinking that maybe that was the folder I had had open at the time.

And Brandon had been watching what I was doing, since he had already been here for awhile and had pretty much run out of things to do. The way I had my porn folder set up was as thumbnails, so you could see what the movie was about before you watched it (even though they were only like less than 30 secs each so its not like you would have wasted time watching them to find out what they were). 

I don't remember exactly what he said, but he asked me if I liked anything specific in terms of the type of porn that I watched. Well that led us to talking about the one time (not too long ago) when he had e-mailed me a list of video links of ones that he watched. I still had that list, and I remembered that there had been a cumshot video as one of the ones he had a link to. When we talked about what was on his list, I noticed that he hadn't mentioned that video. So I brought it up. 

It's not that I thought he was hiding it or anything, I just thought that it might be cool to be cummed on. The way I "brought it up" was that I opened that movie and we watched it. In the movie, the guy pulled out of the girl just as he was going to cum and then he came on her pussy. Once I had subtly gotten the point across that I wanted that to happen, we got started. Since we had been watching the videos, we were already on our way to being horny. A little more making out was all it took to make us full-blown horny. 

Once we'd put the laptop away, I climbed back on the bed and laid down next to Brandon. Turning to face him, I planted my lips on his, giving him a warm kiss. He returned the kiss, a little more passionately, and snaked a hand down to my pussy. I knew he could feel the heat of my pussy through my jeans, as I could feel the bulge of his passion. Brandon started undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. By the time he had my jeans pulled off, I had my hand insinuated nicely into the fly of his boxers. He still had everything on, but he wore his clothes so loose that I didn't have to really take anything off to get access.

Brandon's fingers buried themselves deep in my pussy. He switched between fingering me and playing with my clit, using my own juices to lubricate his fingers. As I continued to play with his cock, I could feel it start to twitch. We both knew that when his cock started to twitch, he was really turned on and (usually) that led to sex. So he took his fingers out of my pussy and shrugged off his jeans and boxers. He yanked off his shirt while I tugged at getting my clothes off. 

Once we were both naked, Brandon climbed on top of me. He held his body above mine, not allowing any parts of him to touch me. Slowly, he lowered his head and kissed me. When his lips touched mine, he began to lower his hips so that his cock grazed my skin. By slight movements of his hips, he made it so that he was lightly rubbing his cock against my pussy while we made out. But that wasn't enough for me.

On the one pass of his cock up the slit of my pussy, I tried thrusting my hips to try to get his cock to slip inside of me. That didn't work too well as he lifted his body away from mine. He always liked to tease me, but today was not a day I was in the mood to be teased. "Come on baby, just fuck me..." I sighed, wanting to feel his hard cock in me.

"With pleasure," he grinned, burying himself to the balls in my warm wet pussy. Brandon lowered his head to my neck where he proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble the tender flesh. At the same time, he began to slowly work his cock in and out of me. He then raised his head off of my neck and really started to fuck me. 

I could feel his cock hitting all the right places inside my pussy. I started to thrust my hips in time with his, trying to get the maximum stimulation possible out of our coupling. With every down-thrust, I could feel his pubic bone making contact with my clit. Shivers shot through my body as Brandon continued to fuck me harder and harder. I could clearly hear the slap of his balls against my ass as he fucked me. Soon, the friction became too much for me to handle. "Come on baby, fuck me hard," I urged him as I felt my orgasm building. I could feel that I was close when he raised his head and kissed me. After the light kiss, he lowered his head again to my neck. That instant his mouth latched onto my neck, my orgasm hit me. My pussy started to contract over and over and over. I swear my orgasm felt like it was minutes long, even though I'm sure it was just a few seconds. Once I came down from my orgasmic high, I relaxed my grip on Brandon and resumed pumping my hips along with his. 

His orgasm followed mine quite quickly. I could tell he was getting close by how fast he was breathing. His strokes were also becoming less rhythmic and more erratic as the pleasure increased for him. I could feel his cock start to swell and pulse inside of me as his orgasm became more and more imminent. "Where do you want it babe?" he asked me, questioning as whether or not I wanted him to cum on me.




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"Cum on me babe..."

A few strokes later, I could feel him start to lift up his hips, as if he was going to pull out of me. In that position, he fucked me for a few more strokes before he let out a long sigh and pulled out of me. Looking between our bodies, I quickly grabbed his cock and began jacking him off. Not a second later, his hot white cum erupted from his cock, landing on my pussy. Spurt after spurt of it shot out of his cock and landed on my pussy, covering me with Brandon's warm cum. It actually surprised me that it was so warm, because I never really noticed how warm it was when he came in my pussy. Once he had finished shooting his load on me, he rolled to the side onto the bed. 

For awhile, we lay there holding each other, until we both fell asleep. The rest of the break passed quickly, much to our dismay. I wish it could have lasted longer because that would be one of the last times that I would get to see Brandon for a few days non-stop because of the fact that I would be home from college for the summer very soon. Granted, when I was home, I would have more opportunities to see him, but I wouldn't be able to do the things I loved, such as sleep with him or be with him for 10 days straight. Even sex would be more restricted since we would both have to deal with our parents. So how did we manage the summer and sneak in sex without our parents' knowledge? Well, that's another story. 

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A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 06



Sorry for the delay in stories, my life has gone to shit. Sorry if this seems a little bit odd, or a bit not-sexy, but like most of my stuff, it is true, this actually happened, and we all know real life doesn't always make for the most flowing, sexy, perfect story. Sorry if it's not great, I haven't written one of these for years....and sorry the intro was so long, the story wouldn't make sense in sequence without it...especially if I add another Crash Course story later. Hope you enjoy. And let me know what you think. Thanks!

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So, it had been waaay too long since I had gotten any. My long-term relationship with Brandon had fallen apart, he had started dating (and moved in with) some new girl, and there I was, a law school student, sitting in my apartment on weekends never doing anything or going anywhere. It was official: my life was boring.

I had some friends; I was even still talking to Brandon. He'd even call me now and then, and we'd talk. That all stopped around the time he moved in with his girlfriend, and around the time Matt came back into my life.

Matt had always been a part of my life. I met him at summer camp back when I was in middle school. While there, I found out that he lived only a town away from where I did, although the summer camp was hours away from where we both lived. After camp let out, we hung out as friends, and even dated casually late in high school. After we'd been dating for awhile, his family moved into the house across the street from us. What luck. We found any and every excuse to hang out after that. We said we were helping each other with homework, tutoring, whatever we could think of.

I dated Matt for awhile, but our parents didn't particularly like that the two of us were dating, so eventually the relationship broke up and we went our separate ways. We both dated other people, although we would always hang out and end up fooling around with each other between relationships. There were even several occasions that I can recall where we'd be fooling around, and one or both of us would be cheating on our significant others at the time. That all lasted until I met Brandon. 

While I won't go so far to say that Brandon was insecure, he wasn't crazy about the idea that I still hung out with Matt, especially considering the fact that I had cheated on several of my boyfriends with Matt. Long story short, I never ended up cheating on Brandon with Matt -- I never cheated on Brandon with anyone for that matter - but I largely ignored Matt, or at least, I didn't go out of my way to hang out with him while I was dating Brandon.

The years with Brandon were some of the best years of my life - I was young, in love, and everything was perfect. But nothing good lasts forever, and almost 5 years later, my time with Brandon was over, and those 5 years were reduced to 2 ½ egg boxes worth of memories, which now sit in my closet collecting dust. 

The break-up between me and Brandon occurred about the time I entered law school. I knew that law school wasn't going to be easy, but I hardly anticipated that it would be quite as miserable as it really was. It was hell. And I -- still not having learned from some of my past mistakes -- I took all my frustrations and struggles out on Brandon. Ya, needless to say, he was gone from my life within a month or two of my starting law school. 

For almost nine months, I sat around, boyfriend-less and miserable. I went to law school, talked with my friends, sometimes went out to dinner with them, but something was missing. My friends said it'd get better, but really, it didn't. I'd gotten to the point where I felt like no one cared. My life seemed to be falling apart in front of my eyes...my GPA went from a 3.97 in my undergrad college where I was a valedictorian to 2.44 school...barely in the bottom third of the class. It wasn't that I wasn't trying, I just felt like I no longer had anyone backing me, anyone believing I really could do it, the way I'd had all through undergrad. And I didn't have anyone like that in law school. Whether that's why my GPA dropped or that's just the excuse I came up with, I don't know. But let me tell you, it was much easier in undergrad when I had someone there for me, 24/7. Besides my GPA having gone to crap, I wasn't happy being in law school. I didn't like most of the subjects I was taking, and the only real friend I had was more of a leech that I just couldn't get rid of. But that was life. 

Time passed, and although I cried less, I was still very upset about the fact that me and Brandon had broken up. Some people said I was obsessed, and maybe I was, but the break-up really tore my world apart. When I eventually heard the news that Brandon was going to move into a new apartment with his girlfriend, that was it for me. Depressed, unhappy, you name it -- if it was a negative emotion, I felt it.

Nothing could even be done to make me crack a smile, or at least, not for long. It seemed that if anything made me happy, it was over way too quick, or somehow it would remind me of Brandon. I'd go somewhere, and it would occur to me (while there) that me and Brandon were supposed to have gone there, but we never found time. This, of course, ruined my mood for the whole time I was at the place. Random phrases that people would say to me would trigger thoughts in my head which would remind me of something me and Brandon had done, or something we had said. As we had been together for quite some time, almost everything I did somehow had some significance or could make me think of something that related to what used to be "us."

At one point, I decided I should buy a dog, because I thought that maybe a dog would make me happy. I bought a sheltie and named her Kailey. Only after having Kailey about a week did I realize that I bought a dog that was practically a clone of the dog Brandon had owned in high school. I hadn't thought anything about Brandon at the time I was buying the dog, but later I realized that I had a clone of his "Alex"... and of course, that cemented all of my friends' minds that I had lost my mind and was obsessed with Brandon. For awhile, Kailey improved my mood somewhat, but not as much as I had hoped.

The first time I remember actually being "happy" (or at least, "less miserable") about something after the break-up was 9 months after the break-up occurred. One of my previous ex-boyfriends, Matt, had been messaging me on facebook saying I should call him sometime. Now, as I mentioned, I had been ignoring Matt for quite some time, because Brandon was not particularly fond of him. Of course, now that I was no longer dating Brandon, there was no one to care if I hung out with Matt. Or so I thought. 

But we'll get to that later. It was a Friday night when I finally decided I wanted to call up Matt and see what he was up to. Turns out, I woke him up, and through our talking, I got to mentioning that he should come to Indianapolis and come hang out with me sometime. As he had that weekend free, he left that night.

Matt didn't arrive at my apartment until about midnight. He pretty much looked like I remembered him -- tall, kind of skinny, dark brown hair, teasing eyes. Since he got in so late, we went to a local sports bar downtown, Jillian's, where we had dinner. While Matt had a beer, I just had a diet coke. I had no intention of getting drunk and accidentally sleeping with Matt. Ya, wait till you hear how that worked out. While we were at Jillian's, Matt noticed crowds of people all walking in one direction, and went outside to ask them where they were going. Turned out, there was another bar, Howl at the Moon, just a little ways down the street. Once we finished eating, we headed to Howl, where Matt convinced me that I should have a few drinks and loosen up. We both had a few beers, and I don't know if it was the beer or what, but a little while into the night, I definitely wanted to kiss Matt (well, I'd probably do more, but I'd start with a kiss). I didn't do anything though, because I was still trying to keep myself from doing anything that would end me up in bed with Matt. We stayed at Jillian's until about 2 a.m., when Matt suggested that we go back to my apartment and watch movies.

As I only had a small apartment, with very little storage space, I had only moved a very small selection of movies there. Matt picked out Coyote Ugly for us to watch, and we settled into the couch to watch the movie. About halfway through the movie, Matt reached out to try to tickle my knee. I don't know why, but ever since I was little, I've had this one ticklish spot on my knees -- and I had forgotten that Matt knew about it. I tried to fight Matt off, but all that did was fuel the fire and make him want to tickle me more.

It was all in good fun. I tried grabbing his arms and holding them away from my knees, but as Matt is quite a bit taller than me, and definitely much stronger, this didn't do much for me. Matt pushed back against my arms, and ended up forcing me off the couch and onto the carpet. We wrestled around for a bit on the carpet, pushing the coffee table clear across the room. Eventually I was able to wriggle my way out from under Matt. When I finally yanked myself back up and sat down on the couch, Matt surprised me by giving me a quick kiss.

I would have kissed him back, but it was such a quick peck that it was over like that, and I never had a chance. Matt acted as if the kiss had never happened, and went back to watching the movie. 

It wasn't until we were about ready to hit the hay that anything else happened. Matt had settled down on the larger couch, while I was sitting on the loveseat after the movie had finished. I'm not sure what led into it, but Matt stretched out on the couch and made a comment about how he might as well make himself comfortable.

"Why? Are you gonna sleep there?" I asked.

"What? You gonna let me cuddle with you?" -- I could have dealt without the tone. The tone in his voice was almost one of mocking, which made me mad, and made me wish I hadn't said anything, but then I remembered that I have this bad habit of getting upset over nothing, so I decided to let that one go.

"Sure, you can."

When we were ready to get into bed, I came out of the bathroom to find Matt already tucked into my bed. I climbed in next to him, and turned my back to him, telling myself that nothing was going to happen. I know, I know, but I was still telling myself that. Not 5 minutes went by before Matt tried to tickle my knee again. I pushed back against him, and tried to keep his hands away from me. Of course, he was winning the tickling fight, being much stronger and all. Somehow, during all of this, we had gotten to the edge of the bed and not realized it...until I started to fall. I grabbed onto the shirt Matt was wearing, and he tried to grab onto me, but that didn't work. We ended up falling off the bed into a pile of arms and legs. It was actually kinda funny, even at the time.

I don't really remember exactly how it went from there, I just remember us both getting back up on the bed. Matt had started tickling me again, and the next thing I knew, he had both my arms pinned up above my head and had his body weight on me so I couldn't really move. Matt lowered his head and kissed me. It was a tentative, gentle kiss. He was sure of himself, but he wasn't going to force himself onto me. It was sweet.

I kissed Matt back, not quite as gently as he had me. Our breathing sped up as we both started to get excited. He let up my arms, so that he was no longer pinning me down. I wrapped my arms around him and we continued making out. We had to pause a few times to catch our breath. He soon moved from kissing my lips over to my neck, and he planted small kisses up and down my neck, causing me to squirm under him. 

Matt eventually moved lower and started kissing his way down my chest, first over my shirt, then slowly lifting it up and out of the way. At first, he left it bunched up around my neck, but then seemed to decide that he wanted it completely off, so I arched my back to help him get it off. As I had not been thinking that anything was going to happen that night (and nothing probably would have had I not had the beers), I had a very un-sexy sports bra on, but that didn't seem to faze Matt one bit. Matt pushed the bra up and over my tits, and started to kiss them. He quickly moved to one of my nipples and took it into his mouth. He started by rolling his tongue over it gently, but quickly changed that to flicking it right on the bud. He was driving me wild and he knew it. He switched between my breasts several times. As one is considerably more sensitive than the other, he eventually solely focused on the more sensitive one. Once he had me twitching with every flick of his tongue, he moved on. 

Matt then completely drew my bra over my head, threw it on the floor, and progressed kissing his way down my stomach. Upon reaching my jeans, he undid my belt and started to unbutton and unzip my jeans. When he started to pull my jeans and panties off, I lifted my hips so they'd come off in one smooth motion. With that barrier gone, it was all free game. Whereas I hadn't been sure I wanted to do anything with him, now that we'd gone this far, some of those thoughts seemed to vanish. 

More thoughts of what I shouldn't be doing vanished as Matt stuck first one finger, then two, into my pussy. It had been so long since I'd been fucked or even messed around with someone, I practically could have cum right then. Matt pumped his fingers in and out of me, until I was dripping wet. Every now and then, he'd look up at me to see how I was enjoying it. And was I. One time that he looked up, our eyes met. He grinned this evil grin at me, and lowered his mouth to my pussy. I had shaved the night before, as I preferred a completely shaved look, but had not been keeping it up for the 9 months that I was boyfriend-less. He seemed to like that I was shaved.

He started flicking his tongue over my clit, eliciting little gasps with every flick. Between that and his fingers still pounding away at my pussy, I couldn't hold back anymore. My orgasm had been building for awhile, and finally reached its peak. I writhed on the bed in pleasure, groaning audibly, while Matt continued his ministrations.

Once I had settled down, Matt moved again so that he was hovering over me. I reached down and stroked his hard cock. I didn't remember him being quite so thick, but then, it had been seven years since the last time I had felt him. His dick was rock hard and hot...and he was dripping gobs of pre-cum. I knew we were going to need it too -- while he might not have been bigger than Brandon, he was definitely a ton thicker. 

Matt moved his hips so that his cock came to rest at the entrance of my pussy. He slightly pushed forward, causing his cock to part my pussy lips and slightly enter my pussy. 

He turned to me, "You sure you want to do this without a condom?"

"You ever had sex without a condom?"

"Yes" -- he might as well have said "well obviously" -- the tone told me that that was a VERY stupid question, and really, I don't even know why I asked, knowing the number of girlfriends he had had.

"Well you think you have anything?"

"No."

"Ok, then go ahead...."

So, Matt started to slowly push his cock into me. Really, he couldn't have done it quickly, it just didn't want to fit. When he realized it wasn't going to slide in with one smooth thrust, he lowered his body on mine, his cock still positioned at my entrance, and we started making out again. Meanwhile, he would thrust in, pull a little bit out, and thrust in again, over and over, working inch by inch of his hot thick cock into my pussy. When he finally had his entire cock sunk into me, and we were able to thrust freely, it was pure bliss. I'd never been filled like that before. 

Matt started out slow -- he could tell I wasn't used to someone quite so thick -- if only because of the time it took for him to work himself inside of me. He thrust in and out of me until I was wet enough for him to speed up somewhat. His thick cock hit every pleasure spot on the inside of my pussy, seemingly all at once. As I was still getting over the fact that I really was fucking him -- something I had specifically told myself I was NOT going to do at the start of the night -- Matt lifted his body off of mine and continued thrusting. I looked between our bodies and watched his cock pumping in and out of me, while he looked down at me, watching the expression on my face. I've always liked watching that, so I'm sure he had quite a sight.

"Hey, how bout you get on top?"

So we flipped positions and I rode Matt. Being able to control the fucking made it even better, and I was ready to cum again in no time. After not getting any for almost 9 months, I was so out of shape, I wasn't able to keep going for very long. I didn't want to stop though, it felt so good. Matt grabbed onto my hips and held onto me as he pounded his cock into me from beneath. It wasn't long before I was moaning and groaning another orgasm into the pillows next to his head.

Despite my cumming, he was still going strong. I lifted myself off of his cock and moved myself into the position for doggy style. Matt got the message pretty quick, and moved behind me. As he grabbed onto my hips and thrust his still rock-hard cock into me, I grabbed onto the sheets and thrust myself back at him. The pleasure was overwhelming. I had never been filled so full for so long. It felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I was quickly ready to cum again, as doggy always does it for me very very well, much less when I had this hard and thick of a cock stuffed into me. I could tell Matt was getting close too. He was panting behind me, and his thrusts were getting a little more erratic. With a few final hard, deep thrusts, Matt shot his load deep inside of my pussy, groaning and moaning all the while. He kept thrusting, and a few seconds later, I joined him in my own orgasm. We both collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep soon afterwards.

Time passed, and we eventually did come to have sex again. And again. And again. But unfortunately, this experience has shown me that no matter how hard I try, I can only push away those depressing thoughts for so long...and that when Matt leaves (heck, half the times when he's here), they're back in full swing again. Ah well, for now, this works to push them off for a bit. Too bad it doesn't work better though.

Also unfortunately, when it slipped out to Brandon that I slept with Matt, Brandon pretty much stopped talking to me. Now, if I email him about something that would interest him, I sometimes get a text message back, but that's it. Now, that leech friend of mine has found a law-related job and doesn't bug me so much anymore. Now, the puppy's getting older and has found new ways to be more annoying everyday. And now, the summer's over again and I'm back school. With even less support than I had last year. 

It's been about a year since the break-up, but it might as well have been yesterday. Nothing significant has changed in my life since then, if anything, things have gotten worse.

Hey, things can only look up from here, right? 



A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 07



So, since, Crash Course was supposed to be what's happening in my life at the current time, lack of sex = looooong pauses between chapters. But I did write another chapter finally! I know it's a little (ok, a lot) different than the others, but it's what's on my mind at the moment. And sorry if there's too much background and not enough sex, it's just that since Crash Course is based on events that all actually happen, a lot of those events are key to the relationships that form and the way we react to things that later happen. So they must be included. Onto the story...picking up from where the last one left off. Let me know what you think. Thanks!!

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So, since the last time I'd had sex with Matt, something had clicked off in my brain, and I decided I wasn't going to keep sleeping with him. Why? I really couldn't tell you; I just decided I'd had it with that, and I was going to wait for a serious relationship, or at least someone I actually felt something for, before I was going to hop into bed again.

I think Matt sensed that something was wrong. It wasn't like we talked a ton as it was, but he started asking if things were all right, especially after I started making up excuses about why he could never come and spend the night. "My parents were visiting" or "I had to work" or whatever kept him away was good enough for me. Like the lyrics of a song, "once the paper's crumpled up, can't be perfect again," something had changed. Although he tried to be nice, nothing could smooth out all the wrinkles and the negative perceptions I had gained towards him.

That was ok though, it really didn't matter--I didn't see him all that often. However, without him bugging me (and he finally did get the point after awhile), I really had nothing to do other than to go to law school. 

At some point, it became obvious that I needed to get a job. While I didn't have to worry about paying for school, I didn't have much money in the bank, and it's awfully hard to go and do anything without any money. I tried hard to find a job, I really did. I actually did have a job back in high school and college which I could have transferred to the new city I was in, but I was trying to avoid that because I wasn't very fond of the job. I could make this into a super long story about my trials and tribulations in finding a job, but I won't. Long story short, I didn't get any other jobs, and I asked the local Meijer to transfer my position, which they did. That's where this story begins.

I started work at this new Meijer on a Saturday night. The first day, I met Samantha, Elizabeth, and several other people that I currently work with (but I can't remember who else was there that night, and it really doesn't matter). At the Meijer I used to work at, the managers were particular about breaks and lunches. No two people in the same department could go at the same time, so when everyone would start their shifts, they would all get together and decide who was going at 6, 6:30, 7, and so on. So, not knowing this Meijer would be any different, I realized I had not been asked when I would be taking a lunch. I was supposed to be working in the infants section (I work in the fashions department), and so I went on a hunt for one of my new co-workers to ask about the lunch thing. 

The first person I found was a girl who had been introduced to me as Samantha. She was pretty, but that wasn't one of those things that occurred to me at the time. People have to grow on me. I remember walking up to her thinking that her perfectly straightened hair was framing her face just the way that mine should, although I could never get it to look like that. Her hair was a nice medium brown, with her bangs hanging over the left side of her forehead. I walked up to her, and asked her when she was going to lunch. She said "whenever," and I explained to her how we did things at the other Meijer. I could tell she clearly thought I was an idiot. She said something like "no, just go whenever you want." I remember saying "ok" and practically running back to my assigned section.

I later found out that at this Meijer, none of the team members are very friendly towards you until you've been there for awhile. So, in addition to no one being super friendly towards me for the longest time, let's just say my perceptions in general were quite off for awhile. The girl named Elizabeth was very friendly towards me, or so I thought. Later, it turned out that she's one of those people who are nice and sweet to your face and then stab you when you turn around. But I thought she was the friendly one. On that same note, I thought Samantha wasn't very friendly. Well, things change.

After some time, everyone was talking to me, or at least, "everyone" included the people in my department. That was enough, because I at least knew someone to talk to or to eat lunch with. 

Not much progressed for the longest time. Samantha and I became friends, but slowly. I had started working at Meijer at the end of August. School quickly started back up for me, and I was only able to work on the weekends. Christmas arrived faster than anyone could have imagined, and me and Samantha went in together on a gift for our manager, Nancy. We got her a necklace and something else, but I can't remember what now, as that was over a year ago. 

During working at Meijer, talking to your co-workers was inevitable, so sooner or later, you learned a bit about everyone that you worked with. I found out that Samantha lived close to work. As I also live reasonably close, I was curious where she lived. For the longest time, she would simply tell me "oh I live really close" but would never go into detail. I don't remember exactly when it was, but one day when she made a comment about living close, I asked, and she told me where she lived. I found out lots of random stuff, most which wouldn't be anywhere near applicable to the story, but one thing that intrigued me was that her birthday was on the day that my anniversary with Brandon used to be. Which means, of course, considering that I'll probably know her for years to come, I'll never forget what that day used to mean. Anyway.

After a long while, one day we exchanged phone numbers. I can honestly say that now, 90% of my texts are from this girl. She slowly opened up to me, and as she did, she became more funny and attractive. 

Sam (she responds to Sam, so in alternating between Sam and Samantha, I'm referring to the same person) has a very dry sense of humor, and is very sarcastic. It took me almost 2 years after meeting her to realize something -- she is a lot like Brandon. While I'm sure some of my friends would be quick to point out that that's why I like her, and that's why we became friends in the first place, considering that I did not realize that until quite awhile after meeting her, I'm not so sure that's the case. Regardless of why, we became friends.

Shortly after that Christmas, my birthday rolled around, and a different co-worker urged me to accept Jeff's (yet another co-worker) invitation to go to the movies. For some reason, I didn't think it was a date. Wrong. I went on two dates with Jeff, the second one ending in the worst sex of my life. This guy wouldn't even be worth mentioning except for one thing -- he brought me and Samantha closer together. You see, during that spring semester, Samantha and me both had a break in our classes for about four hours every other day. So, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, she would head over to the law school building and we would have lunch together, talking and laughing about whatever was amusing at the moment. For the longest time, the subject of our conversations was Jeff. Before I ever went out on that date with him, we talked about things that he would text me (always sexual. We eventually moved onto what the first and second date were like, and after the horrible second date, Sam was the first person I told about just how horrible it was. While I'm sure I would still have been friends with Sam had it not been for Jeff, he definitely gave us something amusing to talk about.

Weeks turned into months, and the spring semester was over before I knew it. Summer started, and I was still taking classes, and now working at the same time. But, as I was only in class for 2 hours a day, I was working much more, and so, I got to see Samantha considerably more than I otherwise would have. By this time, I had made friends with some of the people outside of my department, and we'd all get together once a week for "game night" at my place. Samantha always came to these game nights, and eventually, we started to hang out outside of Meijer, school, and game night. Nothing major, but she grew on me.... to the point where I was debating telling her I liked her.

Now, I had always considered myself straight, or at least labeled myself as such, but I'd always been somewhat attracted to women. I've now come to find out that most bisexuals are not equally attracted to both sexes, but regardless, I had hesitated to label myself as anything other than straight before meeting this girl. Samantha was just... different. It was one of those can't-put-your-finger-on-it things, where it took me forever to even admit to myself that I actually liked liked her. That's when things got awkward. 

Because the thing was, apparently, once I admitted to myself that ok, I was attracted to her, and ok, maybe I was bi... I allowed myself to do things I wouldn't have otherwise done. If she'd come in looking pretty, I'd tell her (not specifically using the word "pretty," but you get the idea), if she had on tight jeans, I'd ogle (discretely, of course), a low cut shirt... well, you get the idea. I didn't turn into the typical-[fe]male by any means, but I did catch myself enjoying the view.

And one night, I decided to tell her. 

You see, even after the incident with Jeff, I still talked to him occasionally. One random night, I was having a conversation with him about threesomes, and a conversation with Sam about the conversation with him (all of this through text messages). Make no sense? Good. Cause it didn't. I had had a few drinks, and through a lot of complicated conversation that I won't even try to replicate here, I basically told her that I was bi and wanted to jump her bones. In pretty much those exact words, give or take. Apparently, that was a bad idea. 

She seemed to take it well at the time, though. She told me that she was straight and boy-crazy and all that and I thought ok, I looked like an idiot with what I did, but she's ok with it. Yeah... not so much. Samantha started avoiding me like the plague. She did a complete 180; I went from having to empty my text message inbox on my phone every day to getting one text a week. Literally, (as can be vouched by a phone bill my parents hold onto for its amusement factor), I went from 2000 texts a month to 20. 

As a lot of my co-workers are conservative and don't even have a clue that I'm bi (because I'd be heading towards the burning fires of hell in their minds), for a moment there, I found no one to turn to. Yet again. The only person that knew at first was Jeff. He told me just to wait it out, and wasn't much help. I eventually found a friend in another co-worker of mine, Ashley. I told her the whole story, which she completely understood and didn't freak out about, and she really helped me through it. In fact, we actually laughed about the entire thing several times, and when something would happen that was like an "update" in that part of my life, she was the first to know. 

When I say that Sam avoided me like the plague, she really did. Samantha would avoid me on breaks, lunches, on the floor at work, just anywhere she could. I remember the one day we were both waiting at the time clock to clock in for the day and she just stood there and stared at the ground. Wouldn't look at me, wouldn't say hi, nothing. Awkward. I made every effort to not push things, but to remain friendly. I tried not to react to anything any differently than I normally would have, and I intentionally tried to not say things that could be taken the wrong way (for instance, on occasion I call people "hun" -- I made sure not to accidentally do this to her). I tried to say hi if she walked by, tried to text her, be friendly. After awhile, I did push things a bit, and I still feel that had I not, she never would have come around. 

Really though, I was genuinely upset. Not only because she was ignoring me, but because for the first time in my life, someone that I was good friends with and that I was attracted to, might never speak to me again. Not to mention, I was upset that I now knew my chances of ever being with her had gone down to zilch. 

Well, eventually she did come around. It took what seemed like forever though, but I had Ashley by my side the entire time. Things eventually got back to normal. Well, now, I can effectively say they're about as back to normal as they're ever going to get, but at that point in time, they got back to the point where she was talking to me and texting me and working her way back to filling my inbox every day. 

I can honestly say that since then, I have never pushed the subject with her, and for the longest time, I tried not to even refer to anything that suggested anything dealing with liking women (cause it honestly does come up in conversation every so often, at least for me and my friends). Time passed, and what Sam probably saw as joking around, I admit was innocent flirting. I wasn't trying to flirt, but hey, I liked the girl, and now that she knew it, I wasn't going to hide it. 

Over time, more things worked their way into the conversation. I still currently feel a bit uncomfortable (that's not quite the word, maybe apprehensive) about bringing bisexual topics into conversation, but she no longer avoids me like the plague after I do bring something up (note, when I bring it up, it's not related to her). 

Things became amusing, considering the few people that knew what was actually going on with me and her. I remember one day when I was walking along in the back-room with Ashley and Samantha. Samantha was leading, and me and Ashley were trailing behind. I remember is Ashley turning to look at me and then start laughing uncontrollably. "What?" I asked, completely clueless. She just shook her head and I asked her what was so funny. She simply told me "nothing" and moved on. She later came up and told me that she had seen me staring at Sam's ass. My god, we laughed for the longest time about that. Sam never did figure out what was so funny.

Over time, Sam became one of the best friends I've ever had. I've never laughed so hard with someone, gone through so much with someone, and felt so much for someone, without actually dating them. As time moved on, I found out that Brandon had gotten married to his girlfriend. First person I told: Samantha. I remember at the same time wanting to avoid the subject and wanting to talk about the subject. Turns out, I told her and then avoided the subject, but I felt that her being there really helped me deal me with that. See, I had something else to focus my attention on, so I didn't dwell on it. 

Around the following Christmas, I had the bright idea of getting a live tree. I got a nice, full Douglas fir from a local tree farm, and had a different co-worker help me set it up. After a week, I noticed it precariously starting to lean in the stand. I texted Samantha, asking her to come over after work and help me straighten the tree. While I thought that this would be a pretty quick thing to do, it turned into an hour-long fiasco, where she couldn't let go of the tree without it immediately toppling back over. We finally got the tree stabilized, and she went home. 

After she left, I laid down on the couch to watch tv. I quickly started drifting off to sleep. I remember waking up and falling asleep several times, noticing each time that some time had passed by the clock sitting on the tv. 

A knock on the door jolted me up from my comfy position. Rubbing my eyes and thinking that I should have taken out my contacts, I opened the door to find Samantha. I backed up from the door, and she walked in. She got out "So I was thinking..." before I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. I started off with a tentative kiss, but I was sure of myself. I wasn't sure of her, why she was back, or what she wanted, but I was now wide awake and ready to go. 

"I'm not...this isn't..." her words were cut off by kisses. She was struggling against me. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't going to force her to do anything, but I was going to do my hardest to get a foot in the door towards the right direction. 

"Oh shut it. If you stop talking you might actually enjoy this." 

Since she wasn't exactly kissing me back, I moved her hair over her shoulder with my hand and started my ministrations on her neck. I lightly kissed and sucked on her neck, noticing that her efforts to push me off had lessened somewhat, and now her hands were merely resting on my shoulders, not pushing on them. It wasn't long before a quiet gasp escaped her lips, followed by a low moan. I couldn't help but grin, and the grin turned into a laugh. It's a bit hard to suck on someone's neck and laugh at the same time (and honestly, I had no idea what was so funny), so I had to pull away. 

That left the two of us just standing, staring at each other, with me, with the idiotic grin plastered on my face, laughing my ass off.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." 

Whatever was so funny vanished just as quickly as it came, leaving me with a straight face and her still looking at me. Reaching out, I put a hand up to cup her face and leaned back in to kiss her. She still seemed hesitant and unsure, but she didn't push me away that time. In fact, to my surprise, she started kissing back. Clearly unsure where her arms should go, they were now hanging down by her sides. 

It took a bit, but I could tell she got more confident in her kisses, and eventually her mouth opened to let my tongue in. I reached up and ran my fingers through her long hair. I felt her arms move around my waist and pull me closer to her. Our breathing got heavier and labored, and I could feel myself getting wet. This was it! I was finally with (or as close to with as I was ever going to get) the one person who I really felt close to. Sam interrupted my happy thoughts by pulling away. She looked concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"I've never done this before."

I just looked at her, unsure of what to say for a few seconds. I finally settled on "I haven't either."

She looked surprised. I suppose she had assumed I had previous experience, considering I was telling her I liked her (way back when) and all that. "So...what do we do?"

"Relax, learn, and enjoy."

She seemed to pause, pondering the statement, as I momentarily tried to remember where I'd recently read that. "Alright?" I asked her.

"Alright." 

This time she leaned in to kiss me. She seemed a bit more sure of herself as she removed her lips from mine. She trailed kisses along my jaw-line, until she reached my neck, where she started alternating between planting light kisses and sucking. Not wanting to upset her and stop what I'd gotten started, I slowly moved my hand down her side and under the hem of her shirt. Her intake of breath as I put my hand on her bare stomach coincided with my own, as her workings on my neck were starting to affect me. As more of my hand touched her stomach, she jumped, and I mentally scolded myself for not thinking that in the December weather my hand was bound to be a bit cold. I slowly worked my hand up her midsection until I reached her breasts. I started to slowly massage them, paying specific attention to her nipples. It didn't take very long before her nipples were hard and her breathing had sped up as well.




A Crash Course In Losing Virginity Ch. 07



"Let's get you out of these clothes."

Sam momentarily took her arms off of me, pulling her shirt off, and dropping it next to us. We resumed making out for just a moment, before I wrapped my arms around her, reaching back to unhook her bra. She let that fall to the ground along with the shirt, while I lowered my head to her breasts. She simply had perfect breasts. They looked about a C cup, and nice and perky. After all, she was 19, and her body had that perfect, flawless look of youth.

I took one nipple into my mouth, my tongue roving around the nipple, flicking it, and sucking on it. As I did this, she pulled the pony-tail holder out of my hair, freeing my blonde locks. Sam started running her fingers through my hair while I continued to suck on her nipples. She still didn't seem quite at ease with all of this, so I did my best to erase all coherent thoughts from her mind. I snaked my other hand down to stroke her through her jeans. She jumped a bit, but settled into the touch. A quiet moan escaped her lips as I rubbed a little harder. Taking that as a sign to go further, I unbuckled her belt. I had been planning on simply reaching my hand into her jeans; however, she had other ideas. She removed her hands from my hair and backed up for a second to push her jeans down to her ankles, revealing black lacy panties. Stepping out of her jeans, she didn't let me go back to her breasts, but instead, started passionately kissing me. Our tongues entwined, and she moved one of her hands under my shirt to caress my breasts. Her other hand found mine and our fingers entwined. For a second there, it seemed that everything paused, and the only thing I noticed was that she was holding my hand. 

I was brought back to the present as she flicked my nipple with her finger, causing me to suck in my breath. With her jeans gone, I reach into her panties, feeling how wet she already was. She shifted her weight and tried to open her legs a bit wider, and I was able to slide a finger into her. At that point, she was clearly done with niceties and with trying to be quiet, and she let out a loud moan that I'm sure my 80 yr old neighbor could even hear. I smirked at the thought of that, and ran my thumb over her clit. 

She became bold enough to move her hand down to the waistband of my jeans and slide her hand in. I was clearly wet enough for the both of us, I knew she should have no doubt about whether or not she turned me on. As she slid a finger into me, I slid a second into her, and started moving them back and forth. Sam followed my lead, doing the same. I continued to play with her clit with my thumb, and it didn't take long before she was squealing and writhing under my touch. 

"Ashley... I'm...." was all she got out as I felt her clamp down on my fingers. She moaned in pleasure, closing her eyes, and I kept up my motions until I could tell she'd ridden out her orgasm. She's stopped touching me when her orgasm hit, so for a second there, we were just standing there with our hands down each other's pants. 

"Wow. That was—"

The knock on the door scared the shit out of me, and I fell off the couch. Wait, the couch? What about— And I was fully clothed, not even a belt undone or zipper unzipped. My hair was even still in the pony-tail. In fact, there was no hint of anything having gone on or anyone having been there other than my just being woken up from falling asleep on the couch by someone at the door. Dammit.