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Their First Date

By: Charles Petersunn



This story was inspired by a real experience provided by an anonymous reader. I hope this brief story measures up in some way.

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Tim had been wanting to ask Kimmie Owen out for quite some time. Actually, quite a long time. She was such a pretty girl. Anybody could see that. She was terribly cute. She had sweet blue eyes that just sparkled through her large round spectacles, rosy dimpled cheeks, the perkiest little nose, and very alluring wavy black hair, which she often wore in pig tails. Adorable; she was just simply adorable. Tim would get hard just thinking about her, but then would feel terribly guilty that he was thinking about her in that way. Tim just couldn't think about something without also worrying about it, particularly when it came to girls.

Frankly, he couldn't understand why she wasn't dating someone already. At least, he didn't think she was dating anyone. His heart would sink at the thought that somebody might take her away, not that he actually ever had her. He knew that he would have to, at least some time, buck up enough courage to ask her out. What would be the harm? The worse thing that could happen would be that she would say no. And, if she did, then he could at least stop worrying about asking her out. He could move on to someone who might say yes.

But, if she did say no he knew his heart would be crushed, and his hopes for the future with her would be dashed, ruined. At least by not asking her out he could pretend that someday they might be boyfriend, girlfriend. As long as his hopes were not dashed he could still have some hope.

But, if he waited too long he would someday see her with someone else, holding another guy's hand rather than his own. He couldn't stand the thought of that. He couldn't imagine someone else kissing her, touching her.

It wasn't like he hadn't tried. He had approached her a number of times. He had even come real close more than once. Last month he had talked to her about some of the new movies that had just been released. It was a good, perhaps even an obvious, segue to asking her out to see one of them together. But, every time there was the appropriate moment it was only filled with an awkward silence. Tim would think about asking her, and then his heart would just start pounding, his palms would become wet, his face would turn red, his mouth would go dry. He would just freeze, and the silence would be deadly. A distraction would occur and the subject would change and he could feel himself instantly begin to relax. Their conversation would turn to something more neutral, less threatening, and he could then just enjoy the presence of her company, until he again started to think about asking her out.

The closest to a date they had come so far were their study sessions. They would meet at the Student Center to study. Tim liked to think of these sessions as actually dating. After all, it was just the two of them, in the evening, by themselves. Well, they really weren't by themselves. There was always lots of other people around and they would often get interrupted. But, still, it was a scheduled activity for which they were the only two people invited to attend. The same thing could happen at a movie or a dinner. That was also a scheduled activity for which they were the only two people invited, yet they could also run into somebody else at the theater or at dinner that might also join them. So, studying together could count as a date.

But, he knew he was kidding himself.

What Tim did not know was that Kimmie was probably about as interested in being asked, as he was in asking, and was perhaps just as terrified. She thought Tim was so awfully endearing. He wasn't the usual hunk of a guy. He could never be an athlete or a model, but he had a strong masculine quality, at least to her. Perhaps to others he seemed a little boyish, perhaps even nerdy, but to Kimmie his boyishness was his charm. And, no matter what anyone said, he was good looking. He had such nice wavy dark hair, a terribly sweet smile, and deep, dark, brown eyes.

Kimmie was trying to give Tim cues that she was interested. Whenever he approached her she would stop whatever she was doing and give him all of her undivided attention. She would give him her most biggest of smiles. She even gave him a nickname that she would use when she was trying to flirt with him. She liked to call him 'Puffin,' the same pet name Holly gave Hefner on Girls Next Door. He seemed to like it, being equated with Hugh Hefner in the eyes of Kimmie. He had said that he liked the show very much (perhaps for obvious reasons) and so Kimmie began to call him Puffin, at first just as a playful tease. Initially it made him blush, but she could see that he really did enjoy it. Still, it didn't seem to help. A couple of times she also put her hand on his shoulder and let it stay there, at least for a bit. She liked doing that cause it gave her a chance to feel his muscles. Puffin seemed like such a strong guy.

But, he just wouldn't ask her out. She began to wonder if he was even interested in her. She must assume that most any other guy would have gotten the message and, if he had in fact gotten the message, then the answer must be 'no.' But, why would he keep coming up to her at the Student Center? She wondered if she should just give up and look for someone else. But, Timmy just seemed like such a good match for her. He was so bright, and they shared so many similar interests, which was really becoming so evident now over the course of so many, perhaps too many, conversations. Maybe she should just ask him out. No, that would be too terribly forward. And, even more terribly embarrassing if he said no.

But, fortunately, Kimmie's mother stepped in to help. Kimmie's parents had to attend a parent-teacher's conference for her little sister, Susie, and they would need Kimmie to babysit for them. Kimmie normally would not object but this was on the same evening on a scheduled study "date" with Tim.

"But mummy, please, no, I'm suppose to study with Tim tonight." It would just be awfully terrible if she had to cancel. He might think that she really didn't want to study with him, and what if he found somebody else to study with! This was really terribly awful. "Oh, mummy, please, I just have to study with Timmy, please, I just must! Can't you just hire somebody?"

"No, honey, it's too late now. Well, we tried, but our usual girls are just too busy. Now come on, dear, you've baby sat for me many times before."

Kimmie still lived with her parents, as did many of the students of Templeton College. She had wanted to go to Abberville College, where she would be able to move out and live in a dorm. That would make it a lot easier to meet guys. What guy wanted to go out with a girl who still lived at home? Although, if she had gone to Abberville she would never have met Tim. But, still, her mother still treated her like a kid, requiring her to babysit, clean the house, help with the laundry. She felt so often like she was still in high school, when she was in fact a grown woman attending college. She had to put her foot down and let her mother know that she was 18 now and could make her own decisions. "I know mother, I know, but not tonight."

Mrs. Owen could see that Kimmie was overreacting, to say the least. One missed evening with Tim would not ruin their relationship. But, as her mother, she could also see how much it meant to her.

Kimmie had never been particularly good with guys. She was a terribly shy daughter, and Mrs. Owen blamed herself for that. It was odd though. Her older sister had dated quite a few guys, had even gone steady at least twice, as far as she knew only twice, but Kimmie had dated only a few and certainly had never had a steady boyfriend.

And, she also knew how much Tim meant to her. Goodness, Kimmie was always talking about him, and what she was always saying was that she was hoping that Tim would ask her out. Mrs. Owen had even suggested inviting Tim over for dinner, but Kimmie felt that would just be too much for a first date. Goodness, it would make her so terribly nervous to be on their first date with her parents there the whole time. 

Mrs. Owen had a brainstorm. "Well, Kimmie, why don't you call Tim up and ask him to come over and baby sit with you?"

"Oh no! Are you crazy!? I can't do that. Tim doesn't want to baby sit my little sister! I can't ask him to do that."

Why do daughters always reject your suggestions out of hand? It was in fact a very good idea. "Honey, she won't be up late and then you two can have some time together, maybe watch a movie or something, have some popcorn or make some s'mores."

Kimmie knew that the s'mores was a terrible idea, but it did hit her that maybe the babysitting wasn't so bad. Once Susie went to bed they would have the house to themselves. It would be real close to a first date, and one in which nobody would interrupt them, and it wouldn't be like she was actually asking him to come over for a date cause it was in fact an emergency. She had to stay home. She had no choice. And, she didn't want to cancel on Tim so, well, she just figured they could study at her house just as well as anywhere else. The fact that her sister would be there for awhile wouldn't be so bad.

"Mummy, it's an excellent idea! Oh yes, thank you, oh my. I'll call him right now!"

Kimmie dashed to the phone and called Tim up.

He didn't sound too excited on the phone. In fact, he sounded rather indifferent, if not disinterested. But, he agreed to come over.

The fact was that Tim considered it to be an outstanding idea but, because it was such a good idea, it was also terribly scary. This was really close to a real date. They would be alone, in a house, by themselves. Just the thought of it made him nervous. He would have to take an extra shower and put on a double dose of deodorant. He sounded indifferent on the phone because the whole thought of coming over to her house was actually terrifying. This was even better than a date. They might even be sitting on a couch together. He could feel his penis swelling in his pants at the thought of that.

But, he had to remind himself that it wasn't really a date. If he thought it was a date then he would just get too nervous and sweaty and, besides, he might in fact do or say something that would ruin everything.

Tim was to arrive at 6PM. Mr. and Mrs. Owen wanted to meet him before they went out. They really weren't worried about him. Kimmie would hardly be interested in a bad or inappropriate boy and, besides, the way she talked about him it was clearly evident that he must be just about as shy as Kimmie. Frankly, they wouldn't mind if a little kissing, and even some hugging, occurred. The problem with Kimmie was not getting into trouble, the problem was never even having an opportunity to get into trouble.

Tim arrived on time, and the compulsory conversation with the parents in the living room before they departed went quite well. It was evident to Mr. and Mrs. Owen that their daughter was safe with Tim. They departed with no worries. Actually, the biggest worry would be that they would return and Kimmie would told them that Tim had still not asked her out.

Even the babysitting went well. Tim didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he liked that Susie was there. It allowed him to acclimate to the fact that he was actually in Kimmie's house, sitting on her couch in their family room, with her on the couch as well, sitting next to him, without having to feel any pressure that he was suppose to do something, say something, or, my gosh, try something. It was like a real date with no pressure. It was really quite wonderful and put him at ease.

The trouble began when Susie did finally go to bed, despite Tim's repeated suggestions to have a bit more popcorn or watch a bit more TV.

When Susie was tucked in Kimmie came back to the family room. Tim was sitting in the corner of the couch, the bowl of popcorn on his lap. He was furiously eating. He had to do something to squelch his tension, but he was also worried that the popcorn would give him gas. What if he had to fart? He certainly couldn't fart with Kimmie in the room. He could say though that he had to go to the bathroom or get another cola. Yea, it was okay to eat more popcorn.

Kimmie sat down at the other end of the couch.

They were both quiet for awhile, each trying to think of something to say. The only sound in the room was Tim crunching on popcorn and the voices of Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore in The Wedding Singer, talking about what was the appropriate way to kiss at a wedding.

Kimmie asked, "Don't you think they make a great couple?"

"Yea," Tim replied. "I liked them in 40 First Dates too."

"Fifty."

"What?"

"Fifty, it was Fifty First Dates."

"You sure?"

"Yea."

"Oh yeah, 50."

'Damn!' Kimmie said to herself. 'Why did I have to correct him? What was the point of doing that?' "Maybe, yeah, it was 40. I think you were right. It was 40."

"No, you were right. It was 50."

'He's mad," she was thinking. 'He thinks I was just trying to show off, trying to show him up.' "Puffin, can I have some popcorn?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I was hogging it." He slid the bowl of popcorn into the middle of the couch. She had been hoping that he would invite her over to sit by him. This was now even worse, cause if she sat by him, she would be in between him and the popcorn.

"You know," he said, "I can never understand in this movie why he just doesn't tell her that he likes her. It's like that in all of these movies. They just won't tell each other. I guess though that's what makes it a good movie, all the tension."

Now, that was a segue. He was letting her know that he wanted to say it, just like in the movie. She was certain of that. She embraced her courage, got up from the couch, picked up the bowl and sat down right next to him.

Tim's heart started to race. He hadn't been intending anything at all by his remark. It was just an observation, trying to make conversation. Her moving, however, was unambiguous, or at least it seemed that way to him. She was sitting right next to him. She didn't have to sit there. Was she suggesting that he put his arm around her? Actually, maybe she was just concerned about the popcorn spilling. Yea, that was it. She didn't want the bowl to be just sitting on the couch. If it spilled her parents would really be pissed. All the butter stains and everything. Rather than tell him what a sloppy oaf he was, she just put the popcorn on her lap.

Kimmie took a deep breath, hoping she was right, and turned to him. "I like you," she said, looking right into his eyes.

Well, that was truly unambiguous. Although, saying you liked someone wasn't saying a lot. Of course they liked each other. They were friends. "I like you, too," he said.

She smiled at him and leaned her shoulder against him.

She had crossed the threshold. It was now out there; completely and openly out on the table. He could either grab the baton or run and hide.

He wondered, however, how to get his arm over, around, her shoulder. It was now firmly ensconced against her side and his. There wasn't enough room to slide it out and up around her.

He leaned against her in turn as he reached for more popcorn with his left hand, but as he pulled back he realized that this was too ambiguous. Well, she had crossed a line, he should share the burden and do so as well. He shifted his right hand from his own lap and rested it on her leg, just above the knee, and then waited, wondered, and worried what she would do.

Kimmie's heart was now pounding. Timmy actually had his hand right on her knee! He was touching her, and not just any random or innocent touch. It was in response to her saying she liked him, and it was on her couch as they were sitting close to one another, very close, her leaning into him. It was now or never, or at least it seemed that way. Mimicking the movie they were watching, she turned to him and said, "Do you want to kiss me? Tim didn't answer verbally, he just nodded his head. Kimmie closed her eyes and leaned forward, puckering her lips.

He left his eyes open and did as well, meeting her lips with his own.

It was a terribly awkward kiss. Frankly, he could tell right away that this was not the right side, for him at least. He was right handed and she was sitting on his right. He needed to kiss her from the other side. It wasn't like it was impossible. It's just that it was a bit clumsy. He couldn't tell which way to tilt his head.

But, they kissed for quite some time. It was a rather bumbling kiss. They kept shifting their lips, trying to find the best connection. Still, it was their first kiss and that made it terribly wonderful, terribly special. It was clumsy, but nevertheless outstanding, awesome, sensational. They could keep this kiss going forever.

Tim even brought his left hand to her shoulder. He had to do something with his hand. His right arm was still trapped between their bodies as they leaned into each other. His right hand really couldn't do much more than just lay there, and it was weird to keep his left hand resting in his lap while they kissed for so long. Most importantly, he heard her sigh as she felt his hand come to her shoulder, and she even brought her own hand to his thigh, just above his knee and gave him a little squeeze. His cock was swelling in his pants. He surely hoped that she wouldn't notice it.

They finally broke their kiss. Kimmie was breathing heavily, her little breasts clearly rising and falling beneath her blouse. "That was wonderful, Tim," she whispered. "You're a great kisser." She knew it was always a good idea to compliment the guy. Her mother had told her that. But, she actually did think he was a great kisser. It was a great kiss. He wasn't a great kisser, but it was a great kiss.

Tim really wanted to get on her other side. "Here, let me get the popcorn out of the way." The bowl was still sitting on her lip. He could have just laid it on the floor, but he got up to put it on the coffee table at the other end of the couch, using the brief time as well to shift the position of his cock in his slacks with his left hand, out of her sight. He was wearing boxers. He so wished that he had worn his tight briefs. He really hadn't been expecting that they would actually be kissing.

After he placed the bowl on the table he turned back to Kimmie and sat down on her left side. Now he felt comfortable, at least with respect to where he was sitting.

He asked, "Can I kiss you again?"

She actually preferred that he not ask her. She would prefer that he just did it. But, she certainly did want him to kiss her again. The kissing had been so awesome. "Would you like to touch me?"

She shocked Tim, and herself, at that remark. But, she felt like her breast was yearning, throbbing, to be touched. Her nipple was so stiff, and felt so aroused. She would touch it herself, if Tim wasn't there. She pushed out her chest to encourage him.

Tim leaned into her and kissed her once again, at the same time bringing his right hand to her breast.

She gasped at his touch. A boy, Tim, was actually holding, grasping her breast! She never felt so happy, so excited.

She could not have been more excited than Tim. He was equally thrilled at the thought that his hand was now actually placed on the breast of a girl. He had to look. He had to see it for himself. He broke from their kiss and looked down at his hand. There it was: grasping, holding, the breast of a woman.

He squeezed her tit. It felt so terribly good, so soft, so pliant, so full. He moved his hand around, exploring its fullness, its roundness, and, when he reached her nipple, its stiffness. He rubbed the perky little stiff nipple around and around in the palm of his hand. It was like she had her own little stiffie, poking out through her blouse, and, even better, her bra. He wondered what her bra might look like. His cock was straining in his pants.


Their First Date



Man, I felt great as I lay Kitty on the bed. I'd been home less than two hours; and had already fucked her twice and gotten a blow job. The amazing thing was she really seemed to enjoy it; she really did. I knew it was time for the next step.

"Kitty, I'm going to take a shower; and you need one too. Don't dress when you are done; I'll pick something out for you to wear. I think we have both earned a night out."

The look on her face was somewhat confused. Clearly she did not know how to react to the "new" man in the house. I thought, what's she going to do, Tell Dad? I knew that would never happen.

I slapped her on the ass as she headed for the bathroom and shower. Clearly she wanted me to shower with her; but I decided that would wait.

It took me about 15 minutes to shower, shave and dress. I planned on the drive-in for our first date. It was somewhat secluded during the week; and I was certain she would be nervous. I limited myself to loose shorts, a tank top and flip flops. I grabbed my wallet, money and keys. As an afterthought, I grabbed a white tank tee for her to wear.

I walked into her bedroom and dropped the tee on the bed and continued into the bathroom. She was beginning to towel her hair dry; I told her to stop and wait for me. 

I went back to my bathroom and grabbed the container of gel.

On returning. I squirted a big glob of gel into my hand; and rubbed my hands together. Then I took my hands and massaged the gel all through her hair. In doing so, I created the wet look I found so appealing. If only her hair were short; but that could change tomorrow.

I slicked her hair tight to the scalp; and applied hair spray as well, to keep it in place through the night.

"There you are; now I want heavy make up around the eyes and very thick lipstick. I'll be in the other room waiting."

She came out of the bathroom about 8 minutes later; and I was pleased to see the makeup was as heavy as I had told her. She began to go to her closet for something to wear. 

"Here you are," I called. "This is all you need for tonight."

I threw the tee to her expecting some complaints; but none were forthcoming.

She pulled the tee on and I noted it barely covered the ass. Perfect, I thought. "A pair of heels is all you need now."

She went into the closet and came out wearing a pair of platforms.

"I feel like a real slut," she said. "Please don't be mad at your Mom." 

"I'm not mad," I responded. "I am proud and hope you will give me further reasons for pride this evening."

She put her arm around me; and said she would work hard to be pleasing for me. 

"Excellent" was my response. 

"Just remember, you are with me; do not refuse anything I ask of you; I will protect you."

That I saw got her hot and excited.

I opened the door for her and said "we'll take my car."

I saw Rose next door. I waved and smiled at her as I escorted Kitty to my car. 

Rose had been my first exposure to pussy; and I was still getting her once or twice a week. I put my arm around Kitty as we walked to the car; and slid the tee up so Rose could see her bare ass. 

"I'll see you later," she said; "have a great night out." 

It was evident to her what would take place.

So far, Kitty had not resisted or acted coy or shy. I wondered if it would continue. We hopped in the car; and I told her to ride the console with her arm around my shoulders; that way the tee would rise up and show off some ass.

"Where are we going," she asked.

"I thought we would take in the drive in over in Laurel. They usually have some good flicks during the week."

I knew, and she did not, that the week day fare was XXX rated porn. I had been there before.

It took about 20 minutes to get there; she never moved. Ladies were free; I wondered how many came there. I passed $5 to the cashier who smiled. She knew me from previous nights there. But that is a story for another day.

I pulled into the back row, knowing from experience it was dark and secluded for a reason. I also knew most of the single guys parked in the rear so they could jerk off.

"Okay, let's hop in the back and get comfortable." 

She went right through the bucket seats and sat down. I climbed in after her and settled next to her. Clearly she was excited; this was probably her first "date" in 18 years; Dad never took her out.

I was running my fingers along her shoulder; not really paying attention to her. She came closer and began kissing me. Before I knew it, her tongue was driving deep into my mouth. 

I pulled her so she was straddling my lap and began to french her with fervour. My hands dropped to her ass; and I was squeezing those cheeks; and not giving a rat's ass if anyone could see her bare butt.

We were frenching like crazy; and I decided I wanted to suck on those titties. They had looked so good that afternoon; but the opportunity never presented itself to taste them. I began working the tee up; and she lifted her arms to allow it to come off.  

My mouth went to the right nipple; and I began suckling on it while massaging the left tittie. She was running her hands through my hair; and I was in another world as I sucked those 34-DD's for all I was worth. Truth be told, I was as much a tittie man as a pussy hound.

My cock was rock hard; and I slid my shorts to one side so it could spring out. I lowered her onto it; and she was soaking wet. In fact my shorts had small stains on the outside of the front from her dripping juices.

She began rising and lowering herself onto my pole. It felt so good; most of the older women I saw were heavier and harder to control when they were on top. This was pussy at its best.

She was moaning and groaning with each orgasm she hit. I knew I could go for quite a while after fucking twice earlier in the day.

I lifted her off; she began to complain until I turned her around and placed her on her knees between the seats.

She had that ass in the air; and wiggling for all she was worth. I dropped my shorts. I noticed the guy next to us was watching and appeared to be jerking off; who could blame him.

I got between her legs; positioned my cock at the pussy and slammed it. She was ready for more. I had to admit, I could not recall any pussy I'd ever had being so wet and sloppy. She was dripping cum with each outstroke. For the life of me, I did not know whether it was leftover deposits from the afternoon or her juices gushing in excitement. 

I grabbed her ass cheeks and began slamming my dick in hard and fast. She loved it. She kept crying "that's my boy" over and over; "give Mommy what she needs." Good son that I am, I complied.

I was hitting that pussy so hard, my balls were slapping her bush area. That felt a little weird as nearly all the pussy I got was shaved or at least trimmed. We would change that tomorrow.

I must have been hitting it for 20 minutes or so when she said her knees were giving way. I sank back on the seat and pulled her straight back onto my cock. 

"That better," I asked? 

"Much," was her reply. 

I was wiggling and working my cock in her for all I was worth; and I noticed the big smile on the guy in the next car. There was no way he could not know what we were doing; and no way he could not see her bouncing titties.

I grabbed her ass cheeks after about another 15 minutes and said "get ready. Here I cum."

I could not believe the load I planted in her; I thought I was going to pass out from cumming so hard and long. She was wiggling on it and savoring every spasm from my cock.

"Uh oh," I said after she relaxed. "I forgot the towel; looks like you have clean up duty."

She rose without another word; turned; took my cock in her mouth and sucked me clean. I patted her head and said "Good Girl. But Kitty, you're leaking on the console."

Without a thought, she turned and licked up the combined juices which were leaking from her.

The first movie had not even started and already the night appeared to be a success.



Their First Date



Keila and Varick are the main characters from my paranormal romance/urban fantasy novel. Keila is a psychic warrior that met Varick, master vampire of Portland, on Halloween. They defeated a rival vampire, and had great sex, and found a happily ever after.

This story takes place three days after the ending of All Hallows Blood.





Their First Date



Kimmie got onto her haunches next to Tim, her titties sitting up so proudly on her chest. She wanted to have a good view, as well as be able to use both hands. She paused for a moment, simply to admire the sight of his manly tower thrusting up his boxers. She had no belief in or feelings of penis envy. She had no interest in having a guy's penis. The thought was in fact rather disgusting to her. But, she also had to admit that his erection was a pretty impressive sight. It was such a strong demonstration of his powerful sexuality, like a sword jutting from his crotch, pushing so hard against his shorts. She could see the full outline of the crown, even the pee slit. It was like Puffin had his own special camel toe.

She tentatively reached out, her pigtails hanging down, the fingers of her hand stretching out, just to place the tips of her fingers on his knob.

Tim instantly gasped at the touch of her finger tips, the first touch of a girl on his erection. He liked to rub and circle his fingertips around and around the bulb of his cock, but this was so much better. He wondered if it was like tickling. You really couldn't tickle yourself. It just wasn't the same. You can stimulate yourself, but not nearly as much as a girl can stimulate you. Of course, the fact that it was a pretty girl touching your penis was a big part of it too. In any case, he sighed deeply with pleasure.

Kimmie did circle her fingers around and around the tip of his cock, feeling the tight outline of what, to her, was a very large round bulb poking through his cotton boxers.

She clasped her index finger and thumb around the shaft, just below the bulb, so she could fully and tightly wrap the crown with the cotton fabric. It was like she had gift wrapped a small plum or a big walnut. She could now even see the ridge of the corona. It looked so terribly cute.

She knew that boys liked to have their shafts stroked and she tried to do that. However, the boxers were so tightly stretched that she couldn't get her hand up and down the shaft. It even seemed to be uncomfortable for Tim. She therefore just lightly caressed and fondled his shaft through his boxers. This she liked a lot, as she enjoyed exploring its size, shape, and texture, wondering what it must look like, looking forward to the day in which it will finally come out to play. But, for now, the affectionate foreplay was so nice, so sweet. She could just play with her little stiff doll man all dressed up in his cute chess playing boxers.

Tim was enjoying it as well. A couple of times, well, maybe more than that, he had tried to get himself off by just lightly caressing his cock. In the end he would always give in to fully and firmly grasping the shaft with heavy, hard hand jerking. He just couldn't wait, or at least it seemed that the firm grasp provided him with the most intense orgasms. But, this sustained, slow, subtle stimulation was so engaging, so nice, so arousing. He moaned with approval and appreciation, and wondered if this would in fact be the first time he came with just finger tips dancing along his stiffness.

Kimmie even started to just scratch his stiff cock with her fingernails. If his shorts weren't there, if her nails were scratching along the bare, exposed skin of his cock, it probably would have hurt, even literally scratched him, but with the protection of the soft cotton fabric, it actually felt really erotic, really sensual.

Kimmie smiled at his evident pleasure. It was so neat to realize that she was pleasing him, that she was able to make him so excited. And, she could see that there would be so many different ways that she could please him. She reached down beneath him, down into his crotch, and tenderly, carefully felt for his balls.

She grinned as she found them. She expected a man's balls to be really big baseballs of flesh. She was a little surprised at how small they felt. They were well short of baseballs, and hardly more than golf balls, if that. But, they felt so curious, so tender. These were Tim's man balls, the place where his semen was made, where his sperm that might some day give her a baby was made.

Tim was almost panting. He had rarely felt his own balls when he masturbated. He really didn't get anything out of that. But, the light, affectionate touch of Kimmie was something else entirely. It even tickled a bit and he had to squirm as she wiggled his testicles around in her fingers.

Kimmie leaned over, all the way over, to see if she could perhaps even kiss his balls through his undies, as he had kissed her cunnie through her panties.

As Tim saw what she was trying to do, he spread his legs, trying to give her as much room as possible. Just the sight of what was about to happen might be enough to make him cum: the sight of Kimmie's innocent face dropping down into his lap, into his crotch, to place her sweet lips on his nuts.

And when contact was made Tim gasped with pleasure.

Kimmie kept her lips in contact with his balls as she fondled the head of his swollen cock with the fingers of her left hand, feeling, squeezing, and massaging the soft, bulging crown with her fingers, as her lips, and then even her emerging tongue kissed and caressed his balls. "Oh Kimmie!" Tim softly whispered, "that's so good. That feels so good." He reached out and grasped one of her breasts in his hand, clasping and squeezing the soft round tit as she french kissed his testicles.

"You really like that?" she asked softly. It was clear that he did, but she wanted to hear him say it again.

"So much, so much."

Kimmie was inspired to try more. She left his balls, with considerable reluctance, and slowly, slowly, slid her lips up his shaft, along his shaft, gradually working her way up to the crown, caressing the shaft with her lips as she went, sniffing at his crotch, absorbing the musky smell of his masculine arousal.

And, when she reached the top, she again circled her index finger and thumb around the shaft, just below the crown, so that the little gift wrapped plum again appeared.

She then wrapped her lips tightly around the engorged head of his cock and sucked on it, trying to suck it through his boxers. She didn't really know that sucking a guy off didn't actually mean sucking him, but it felt like such a sexy, naughty thing to do.

And, Tim liked it. He liked it a lot. The sight of the head of his cock lost inside Kimmie's mouth, her face buried in his crotch, and the feel of his hand gripping, squeezing, milking her little boobie, and, even more, the feel of her lips wrapped around the head of his dick was altogether so, so good. Did it matter that his dick was still covered by his boxers? No, not at all. On the contrary. And, when he felt the tip of her tongue emerge from her lips and softly lick the head of his cock, he exploded.

His dick twitched in her hand and his climax burst from him like a breached dam.

Kimmie jerked back when she felt the surge of cum burst from the head of his cock and push, ooze, through his boxers like cream through a cloth strainer. She had even felt a bit of his wetness on her lips before she had pulled back.

She now just sat there and stared in wonder as his dick twitched and jerked in her hand, and a large, sloppy wetness began to form in his shorts, spreading wider and wider as he continued to spurt.

Tim had not really thought this through. He didn't really want to think it through. He just wanted to enjoy himself. And now he was gushing loads of sloppy wet gism into his shorts, spewing his seed all over himself. But, it felt so, so good. Each blast of cum seemed to be accompanied by a tremendous surge of adrenaline through the pleasure centers of his body, like a primal shock was being repeatedly released, his heart pounding, his arteries pulsating, his cock gushing as his loins released the heavy storage of spunk into his shorts.

Kimmie did not let go, even though she could feel her fingers getting wet. She wanted to keep stimulating him as he was shooting off. Besides, she enjoyed how his hard cock was kicking and lurching with his lusty spurts.

Only when he was clearly done did she let go. She immediately brought her fingers to her nose, pretending to be scratching an itch, not wanting him to know that she was actually curious about how his cum smelled. She was not disappointed. It had a real fresh, organic smell. She liked it. She now wondered what it would taste like. She knew that some girls really detested the taste of a guy's cum, but if it tasted half as good as it smelled, well, she knew she would like it. She vowed some day that she would have him squirt his stuff into her mouth.

"Golly, Tim," she teased in triumph, "Who's all wet now."

Tim was probably just as embarrassed at his wetness as she had been with hers. Perhaps even more so, as his wetness was really quite a globby, sticky mess. He brought his hands down to cover, to hide, his embarrassment, his "accident."

Kimmie though said, "Don't be embarrassed, Tim. I didn't mean it that way. I think it's really cool. I didn't realize that a guy wet that much."

Her reassurance was not entirely reassuring, as he didn't quite like the way she put it, like he had in fact wet himself, which he in fact had, but not in the way it sounded. Still, it was good to hear that she wasn't grossed out by it.

Kimmie was more concerned than disgusted. She imagined he must be terribly uncomfortable with his underwear fully of boy cum. She certainly would be. Well, actually, the thought of that was kind of titillating. She imagined her panties filled with Tim's manly cum. She giggled at the thought of having Timmy's cum on her, within her panties, while she was having dinner with her parents. It was a pretty dirty thought, but she was feeling plenty naughty at the moment. She could feel herself getting a little bit wet again. But, still, it would be different for him. "Tim, I think you should get cleaned up. You sure can't put your pants on over that."

Tim tried to maintain a debonair nonchalance. "No, no, it's fine," as if acknowledging that it was a problem would be an admission of a rather uncomfortable embarrassment. He thought of adding that this has happened a lot of times before, but he had enough sense to realize that this would be a lie that would in fact make things even worse, as she might ask why his pants were often filled with cum.

"But, you might even catch a cold." That was probably a pretty ridiculous idea, even worse than saying your pants were often filled with gism. But, her mother had often said that to her when she was young, had spilled things on her clothes and had wanted to continue to play without changing. It just seemed like the natural thing to say.

In any case, she wouldn't take no for answer. She jumped off the couch and said with motherly authority, "You take those things off right now and I'll go get some wash cloths." She dashed off to the bathroom before he could argue with her, and before he removed his shorts. She wasn't too sure she was ready to look at his thing yet, particularly his thing covered with his juices. Her face flushed with nervousness and excitement as she scampered to the bathroom, dressed only in her moist panties and bra. 

It was a good idea that she left so quickly, as Tim would have continued to protest. Instead, he was left there holding the bag, or at least having the bag all filled with cum. He was glad she left though, as it allowed him to remove his sloppy, wet boxers in privacy. There was really quite a mess. He felt relieved that Kimmie would not see this. Fortunately, there was still a lot of boxer that was untouched. He used the dry part to clean up as much of himself as he could.

By the time he was done Kimmie had returned with a couple of wet wash cloths. She had thoughtfully wet them with hot water, which was now a comfortably warm wetness. "Okay, Tim, sit back and let me take care of it."

Tim had assumed that he would clean himself off, but he had to admit, there was something nice about the girl doing it for him, like she was really taking care of him.

And, Kimmie was very happy to do it. It felt very motherly and nurturant to clean him up. Plus, it allowed her to freely, innocently see, explore, and feel his man parts. His penis was so different now. So soft, so floppy. It reminded her of a little new born puppy. She took her time, being careful to clean every inch, although it was clear to her that it really shouldn't take long. It had seemed to her that he would be so much messier.

"I already cleaned it a bit, while you were gone," he confessed.

She looked up at him, smiling as she washed, cleansed, his private parts, and said, "That was sweet of you."

When she was done she wanted to give his limp penis a kiss goodbye. But, she worried that would be too silly, if not slutty. You really shouldn't kiss a guy's penis on your first date, and this wasn't even clearly their first date.

But, just a quick peck wouldn't hurt. She bent over and gave him a short, quick peck on the tip, giggling as she pulled back.

She took Tim by surprise. He just stared in wonder. He couldn't believe it. She was continuing to amaze him. And, not surprisingly, his dick began to swell once again. Some things are not spoiled on the young.

Kimmie's giggling was cut short by the sight of his penis slowly swelling back into full form, like a snake emerging, growing in size and standing up, a cobra drawing up its strength and fierceness. This was most impressive indeed. It was particularly neat that he could do it without even touching himself, like he was willing it to be hard. Boys really did have cool things.

When it had swollen to its full length, she had to say, "Golly, Puffin, it's so terribly big," words that every man would love to hear. They weren't particularly true, but being as this was the first erection Kimmie had ever seen, it certainly looked pretty darn big to her. "Are all guys this big?"

They certainly were, and many were much bigger, but Tim decided it was best not to divest Kimmie of this illusion. After all, it isn't so bad for a girl to have some exaggerated sense of her man's attributes. He certainly considered Kimmie to be among the prettiest girls he knew; it would be fine if she considered him to be among the biggest of guys. "Well, Kimmie, I don't want to, like, brag, or anything."

Kimmie smiled coquettishly and reached out with her index finger to touch the tip of his swollen, hard cock. "Oh I think my man has a lot to brag about." She used her index finger to push it slightly to one side and then to the other, and then she just let it spring back. It bobbed and swung, like a heavy metal crane swinging in a storm. She continued to play with it, like it was some sort of mechanical toy. She swung it around and around in a circle, and then pushed it toward Tim's stomach and then even down toward his lap, as far as it would seem to go (she didn't go too far, as she didn't want it to snap) and then just let it spring back up, slapping Tim in the stomach. She giggled at that, and had to repeat it a few times. She was just so fascinated by the way it would wobble and bobble until it stood straight up again.

She then had an odd sensation that someone was behind her. She quickly looked back. Fortunately, nobody was there, but she realized that they probably shouldn't stay in the family room. She wasn't ready to stop playing with his thing. She could imagine doing a lot more things with it and, she certainly couldn't, shouldn't, let him go back home like that. She was his girl now and it was her responsibility to take care of him, particularly as she had started it off with her kiss. But, if they stayed here her little sister might come in. It was unlikely to happen. She was such a deep sleeper. But, the cost of getting caught was awfully high even if the risk was low.

It would have been fine if she had come in while they were necking. That wouldn't be bad for Susie to see. She could certainly explain that to her mother. Coming in when they were in their undies; well, that would have been hard to explain and could have meant big trouble when her parents got home. They really hadn't used good judgment there. It was perhaps excusable, being swept away by the excitement of the moment; their first time together like that. But, she now had her wits about her and she knew that it could in fact be traumatic for Susie to see Timmy with a naked boner, and most assuredly that would mean big, big trouble with her parents.

"Tim, we better go to my bedroom. We'll have more privacy there."

Tim had no objections to that. Imagine if Kimmie's parents suddenly came into the house. The entrance to the family room was in full view of the hallway into which the front door opened. Plus, he grinned, to himself, at the thought that he was actually going to enter Kimmie's bedroom. What could be more intimate than that? "Sure," he said, as she picked up her skirt and blouse, and grasped his hand to lead him to her bedroom.

However, once they were in the hallway she realized that there was a small problem. Her bedroom was a bit of a mess. She didn't really want Tim to see that. There might even be some dirty unmentionables lying around on the floor. Her mother had continually requested, even commanded, her to clean up her room. She was typically slow to do it. She was 18 now and this room was her only real private, personal space. She would live in it as she pleased. If her parents wouldn't pay for an apartment, they would have to accept how she lived in her bedroom. But, now she wished she had cleaned it up, for Tim. "Tim, wait here for just a few minutes, and then come upstairs. My room is the first one on the right. Susie's is the first one on the left." She dashed off.

Tim stood there, in the hallway of Kimmie's house, naked, his stiffie jutting out. Sometimes when he felt real self-conscious it seemed as if he was standing there exposed, naked. Now, he really was. Goodness, imagine if his parents suddenly appeared in the hallway now?

Actually, though, this was kind of oddly fun. He was buck naked in Kimmie's house, all alone, sporting a hard-on. He felt like he was some sort of perverted cat burglar, "the naked cat burglar."

He walked down the hallway and into the living room. This was so weird, so strangely, perversely fun. He walked into the fully lit kitchen and opened the refrigerator, its light illuminating his hard cock. He even stuck the tip of his stiff dick against a milk carton. He thought of sticking it into the margarine, but thought better of that. He went to the living room and stroked himself as he walked around the room, looking at the family pictures, eventually sitting down on the couch, his balls resting on the soft fabric while he was jerking himself off, remembering when earlier in the evening Kimmie's father had sat right across from him in that very room, checking him out, trying to figure out if he was good enough for his daughter. Now he was sitting there again, this time buck naked, stroking his hard cock, facing the chair in which her father had sat. He looked out the bay window, wondering if perchance someone might even see him. Actually, perhaps someone could! He quickly dashed back down the hall, picked up his clothes and softly, quietly, crept up the stairs, being careful not to make too much noise. He certainly didn't want to wake Susie.

Did he remember correctly what she said? Was her room on the right or the left?

Fortunately, the door to the right was already a little bit open. He softly pushed on it and peaked inside.

Kimmie was standing toward the back of the room, by her bed, her pigtails falling down across the cups of her brassiere. She waved him inside, whispering "Get in, get in, and shut the door, quietly."

Once inside, the door closed, he moved toward her. She was clearly quite apprehensive. She was nervously clutching, entwining her fingers, modestly covering the front of her panties, her eyes fixed on his swinging cock. "What do you want to do now?"




Their First Date



It was perhaps a rather odd, if not pregnant, question, although they were both quite ambivalent about going any further than they already had. Well, at least Kimmie was ambivalent.

"You know, Kimmie, I'm standing here all naked, and you still have on your undies." Tim didn't mind at all that Kimmie still had on her panties and bra. He could enjoy gazing at the sight for quite some time. But, he did feel a bit funny standing there displaying his stiff dick while she was still covered up.

Kimmie was actually planning on just using her hand, perhaps even her mouth, to get Tim off again. She wanted to see him shoot his stuff. She heard that guys sometimes can shoot it real far. But, she had to admit that he had a real valid point. "Don't you laugh or anything," she said, as she reached behind her to unclasp her brassiere.

Tim had not expected her to agree so readily to undress, but he was not complaining. A horny smile slowly emerged as he watched her remove her bra.

She first just removed the straps from her shoulders, and then from her arms, being careful to keep the cups pressed against her breasts so that the brassiere would not inadvertently fall.

Tim played with his dick as he watched.

Kimmie's eyes stayed with his hard cock, watching his hand slide up and down his shaft. It excited her to see Tim playing with himself as she slowly exposed herself to him. It was so intimate to see your boyfriend masturbate himself in front of you. She wondered how many guys would do that for their girl. She also wanted to study how he liked to do it, so that she could do it that way for him. She let her brassiere drop from her breasts onto the floor, showing, exposing, for the first time to Tim, or any guy for that matter, her young, soft, round titties.

Tim stopped his stroking. He knew if he continued he would spurt all over her bedroom carpeting. "Kimmie," he said softly, "they're so absolutely beautiful." He wasn't just flattering her. They were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

Kim flushed with embarrassment, and pride. "Thank you," she replied, even more quietly.

The pure whiteness of her skin beneath her bra was so enticing, so provocative; such a revealing, vivid, concrete display of the intimacy of her exposure.

Kimmie's bubbies were such perfectly round, luscious white coconuts, firmly resting on her chest, standing up so well. There was really no need for her to wear a bra, either for lifting or shaping. These were breasts that could be used to mold the shape of a bra. And, they were capped by the perkiest nipples, each themselves standing up so stiff and proud. Tim could feel his balls drawing up in lust at the sight. He would give anything, do anything, to be able to touch them.

Kimmie asked shyly, "My panties as well?"

"If you wouldn't mind," he replied. He sure hoped that she wouldn't.

And, she didn't. This was really so much farther than she had originally planned. She knew that she had been hoping, perhaps deep within her mind even planning, to kiss Tim that night. But, she had not planned on letting him feel her breasts through her blouse, and had certainly not planned on pulling down her panties for him. But, the excitement of the moment was just carrying her away, particularly the excitement between her legs. The evening was like a damn holding back their attraction, their desire, their arousal, had burst after the pressure of so many prior failed attempts to have the evening even occur. She could feel herself getting so terribly wet. She so hoped that it wouldn't be too obvious.

She looped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "Do I really have to do this?"

"Well, no, of course not, Kimmie. You can leave your things on if you want." He wasn't quite comfortable yet about saying "panties" to her. "As long as I get to touch your, um, your."

Kimmie could see his flustered embarrassment. She teased him; just a bit. "My what, Puffin? What do you want to touch?"

Tim cursed to himself for revealing his self-consciousness. He tried to assert himself more boldly. "Your breasts," but his mouth still went dry as he said it. He didn't know that Kimmie had already planned on letting him touch her breasts. She was certainly planning on touching his naked stiffie. She turned around. She couldn't do this facing him.

She took a deep breath and pulled down her panties, not realizing that doing this from behind actually provided him with much more information than if she had done it while facing him. Bending over in front of him would only provide a nice view of her little boobs. He really wouldn't see much of her pussy. Bending over while facing away from him, her pigtails dropping to the floor, gave him an adorable view of her naked bottom, her delectably sweet fanny crack, and, most of all, when she bent way over, a luscious show of her tender, soft, little mound, with even the delicate crevice and luscious lips cutting right through it. He thought her cunnie lips looked so beautiful.

In fact, Tim even got a look at her butt hole, which he found rather shocking. Kimmie actually flashed him her poop hole! He knew that she didn't do it on purpose and, frankly, he was embarrassed at having seen it. It did look awfully cute: all rosy and puckered up, but, geez, it was her poop hole. He gave his dick another squeeze as she kicked the panties aside and stood back up.

She looked back over her shoulder. She could see Tim staring at her bottom. She looked back down at it herself. She had to admit that she did think that she had a cute little fanny. It was so round, lily white, and bubbly. She bent over, just a bit, and gave him a little wiggle. Tim was delighted.

Kimmie then dashed for the bed, her little titties jiggling in the air, feeling too uncomfortable with just turning around to stand there, openly exhibiting for him her pussy. That would really be going too far. She would let him see it, probably eventually, but she wanted to ease into it. She scrambled on to the bed, hiding her cunnie with her hand. Once on the bed she quickly pulled back the blankets and crawled underneath.

"Hey, that's not fair, Kimmie."

She knew he was right, but she wasn't going to admit it. She pulled back the blankets for him, letting him see her boobies. "Do you want to join me?"

She didn't have to ask twice. He almost leaped onto the bed, and got underneath the blankets as well.

They at first just looked into each other's eyes, basking in the fact that they were actually lying in bed with each other, underneath the covers, all naked. There was something quite special about that, sharing a bed. They had never felt so close, so involved, so intimate. Kimmie shivered, excitedly kicking her feet under the covers, giggling with delight and nervous anticipation. She felt like a schoolgirl at her first pajama party, but this was so much more, so much better. She actually had Tim in her bed with her. Goodness, what would her friends, her parents, think about that? She couldn't wait to tell her friends. She glanced quickly at her bed-side clock. Her parents wouldn't be home for at least an hour. She turned back to Tim, wrapped her arms around him, and drew him close, sighing with pleasure as she felt his masculine chest press up against her soft breasts, and then she trembled when she felt his hard, stiff cock press against her abdomen.

Tim could tell that she wanted to move slowly. Heck, they were much farther along than he would have possibly ever imagined. He softly caressed the smooth skin along her back, her arm, her shoulder, and her cheek, as she snuggled up against him. His cock strained with lust at the feel of her breasts, her nipples, pressing against his chest, Kimmie's actual naked titties were touching him, pushing against him. He worried he might squirt on her tummy.

After awhile he grew bolder, and reached down to gently grasp a breast, her naked breast, in his hand. Kimmie closed her eyes and sighed. He felt her breast fill and then fall with her deep breathing.

He had never felt anything so soft, so smooth, so lovely, before. He could not understand why it felt so good, so erotic, so exciting, to be grasping hold of a girl's breast, her boobie, her tittie, but indeed it did. It felt just so terribly fantastic. He squeezed it, but not too hard. He didn't want to hurt her, but she only gasped with pleasure. He began to feel its every curve, fondle its pliant softness. He could do this for hours.

He even tweaked her nipple. Kimmie whimpered, breathing softly against him. He grasped her nip between his thumb and index finger and pinched it. She wiggled against him. He lightly massaged it with the tip of his finger. She continued to whimper and squirm.

He concentrated on her breast for some time, and then, when he felt that she was ready, he slowly drew his hand down along the smoothness of her skin, lower and lower, waiting for a sign, a stop sign.

Kimmie knew where he was going, but she wasn't going to stop him. On the contrary, as he got closer and closer she leaned back, pulling away from her cuddle, drawing back so that she could open up her thighs for him, to let him know that she was ready for him to touch, to touch her there. She felt uncomfortable about him actually looking at it, but they were now under the covers and she could feel her cunnie longing, yearning, thirsting to be touched. She needed relief for a lust that she couldn't seem to control.

Tim was not looking at her cunnie. He was only seeing the light in her eyes, the cute little blemish on her cheek. His fingers hesitated when he felt the soft fur of her cunnie. He was there, on the threshold of the rise to her feminine treasure, and his delight. He moved forward, through the wispy hairs, up the little, soft honey pot, to the delicate slit that cut across her mound. He was on third base.

He slid his finger up and down her slit, exploring its texture, its length, its receptivity, its wetness.

Kimmie reached down and grasped hold of Tim's penis, his hard, naked cock. It felt so manly, so powerful, so strong, in her soft little hand.

Tim groaned with pleasure at the feel of a girl's hand wrapped around his shaft. Could there be any better pleasure than this? It was so much more intense than the feel of his own hand. Her fingers felt so soft, so feminine. She slowly began to slide her fist up and down his stem. He wanted to cum right away. Kimmie turned her face to Tim to plant a kiss on his shoulder as she tenderly stroked his cock.

Tim continued to explore Kimmie's cunnie, moving back up the slit until he found what he was looking for: her little hard nub, her clit. He pressed down with his slippery, moistened finger, and rubbed around and around on the protruding little button.

"Oh Tim," Kimmie gasped, gripping his dick even harder as she thrust her hips forward to press her clit against his finger.

Tim, though, did not stay there long. He soon moved back down the slit, once again feeling, probing for an opening, the portal, into her tight, wet, hot hole.

She was so very wet that it was not hard to work his finger down into her slit, but he had a bit of difficulty finding precisely the opening. He wasn't at all sure how far from the clit it would be. But, once he got there, he circled his finger around and around, slowly working his way in, like a screw digging down deeper into a tight cork..

Kimmie moaned openly with pleasure. His finger did feel so nice, working its way up into her tight little vagina. She felt her cunt opening up to him, and she did not resist. She in fact instinctively circled her hips a bit to help him work his way deeper inside, as she also added circling movements to her fist stroking his cock, screwing her hand around and around his shaft as he was screwing his finger deeper and deeper into her cunt.

Tim noticed the movement of her hips. She was responding to his touch, and he couldn't be happier. He was actually pleasuring a girl with his finger. He tried to concentrate on giving her satisfaction with his finger, trying to ignore his own rising excitement, pressure, within his loins. He worried about cumming, squirting, into her sheets. Kimmie's mother would certainly ask her about that, as his own mother had after his first wet dream. That had been terribly embarrassing. Thinking about his mother was rather distracting, but perhaps actually helpful in keeping himself under control. But, her hand twisting up and down his cock felt so, so good.

He continued to explore the insides of her cunt with his index finger, slowing screwing it deeper and deeper into her hole, feeling how it so tightly gripped his finger, like a wet silk glove. It was so constricted, so narrow, that he wondered if he could in fact get his entire finger inside. "Kimmie?"

"Hmmm," was all Kimmie would respond. She wanted to just lay back, giving herself over to his finger.

"Um, are you still? You know." It had just dawned on him that she might have a hymen. He understood that they would have to be ripped open, and he certainly didn't want to hurt her.

She turned again to him, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she kept her thighs open to his exploration, momentarily pausing her stroking, much to his relief; a brief respite to retain control. She understood his meaning. "It's fine, sweety, it's not there anymore."

Tim didn't understand why not. He understood her to be a virgin, but he was not about to break the mood by asking.

Kimmie didn't want to explain that she had done it herself, quite awhile ago. Not intentionally, but it had "just happened." "But, Puffin, you are the first, the first to touch me there, to come inside me."

With those words Tim was emboldened to push harder, explore deeper. He pulled his index finger out for his somewhat longer middle finger. He wished he could use his right hand as well, but it was trapped under his body. He did, however, reach up with his thumb to massage her clit as he worked his middle finger around and around, and in and out of her tight, wet, clinging pussy.

Kimmie closed her eyes, let go of Tim's cock, and used both hands to grip his shoulders. She wanted to cry out in excitement but she felt much too self-conscious to do that. The slurping noises of her vagina as his fingers sloshed around were embarrassing enough. She bit her lower lip to keep silent. She did, however, squirm her bottom with the twisting and sliding of his fingers and his delightfully torturous massaging of his thumb. An occasional whimper could be heard.

It wasn't long before she realized she wanted, needed, more.

"Oh Tim," she gasped, "I want you to do it."

He thought he was doing it. "What?" What a dumb thing to say. That hardly expressed suave experience.

Kimmie opened her eyes and looked deeply into his. "I want to do it with you. I want to go all the way, with you."

Now he understood. "Are you sure?"

She wasn't sure. She doubted that she would ever be sure the first time, unless she waited until they were married. But, she was sure that she longed for the feel of his hard cock inside her. She wouldn't put it that way, but that was how she felt. His finger was so, so nice, but she knew that his hard penis would be so much thicker and longer. Size did seem to matter and, besides, she wanted to truly make love to him. She wanted to feel that battering ram of his big, hard manhood. She said softly but firmly, "Yes, I'm sure."

Tom was not the least bit ambivalent. Actually, he was ambivalent about one thing. He wondered how long he would last up inside her. He had felt how tight she was around his finger. He could hardly imagine what it would feel like with this narrow, little cunnie wrapped so tightly around his cock. He moved to slide over on top of her.

"But, Tim, wait! Do you have protection?"

He again almost said "What?" But, this time he caught himself and understood the question. He did not have protection. Some of his friends carried condoms in their wallets, but for him, and probably for them, it would only be for show. Plus, he had not yet gotten the nerve to buy them from the drug store. He almost did once, but then got confused by the different sizes. He figured he must be small or average. He didn't want to buy a size that was too large. That would be embarrassing. What if the sales clerk suggested a smaller size? Or, worse yet, imagine putting it on with a girl and discovering that it was too big for you. But, buying the small size would be equally embarrassing, both with the saleswoman and with any girl with whom he might use it. Imagine her disappointment as he pulls out the small size. It was like announcing before they even got started that he was small. He considered buying both sizes and trying them out, but then he worried about whether the saleswoman would ask why he was doing that. He certainly didn't want to have to explain that to her. And, he wasn't about to explain all of this to Kimmie. "No," he just said.

"I don't want to get pregnant, Tim." She wasn't worried about any diseases. How could either of them have a disease? They hadn't done anything with anyone to get a disease. It would just be her luck though to get pregnant the first time. She considered asking him to pull out before he came, but that could be pretty darn risky.

"Well," Tim suggested. "I could go out and buy some." He actually didn't really like that suggestion. That would mean going to the first pharmacy he saw,. buying both sizes, and hoping he guesses right the first time. Still, knowing that the reward would be doing it with Kimmie would make it worthwhile, assuming that she was still in the mood or her parents had not yet gotten home.

Kimmie did in fact reject that proposal as it might take too long. She had a much better idea. "My father's! Daddy's got some in his bedside table." That was one good reason for still living at home. "I've seen them when I was helping mother make the beds. Wait here."

Kimmie leaped out of bed before he could answer, her pigtails flying behind her as she grabbed a robe hanging on her bedroom door (although not before Tim enjoyed the sight of her little bottom prancing across the room). She quietly made her way down the hall to her parents' bedroom.

Tim was not at all sure about that idea. He assumed that her father must have a pretty big cock. After all, he was Kimmie's father, a full grown man. He realized, of course, that he was himself a full grown man. But, still, Kimmie's father was a good four inches taller than him, and certainly more bigger and muscular.

He pulled back the blankets to take a look at himself. It really wasn't that small, was it? He then looked around her room, noticing it for the first time, having been entirely focused on Kimmie's body ever since he first entered the bedroom.

It was a very feminine bedroom, filled with all sorts of stuffed animals. The bedspread was pink with little white daisies. The wallpaper was a rose color, also sprinkled with delicate flowers. Her vanity table was overflowing with all sorts of make-up things, which sort of surprised him. He didn't think of Kimmie as being so concerned about her appearance, but apparently she was. He really didn't think she would actually need to wear any make-up, but if he looked closely he would have noticed that she wore quite a bit. Her room was really much more girlish than he thought it would be.

He smiled to himself, actually he quite openly smiled. There was really something very cool, even erotic, about lying on a bed with an exposed hard stiffy in a very feminine girl's bedroom. He considered going over to her dresser to look inside her panty drawer. He really wouldn't do that. That would be terribly intrusive. She might be offended by that, and he wouldn't blame her. But, he did stroke himself as he looked around the room at all the signs of girlishness. His hard cock swelled with pride, surrounded by, and exposing itself to, such sweet femininity.




Their First Date



He then noticed on her vanity table a picture of himself. She has a picture of me? It made him realize how much she liked him (as if having sex with him wasn't sufficiently informative). He never would have imagined that she would have a picture of him sitting out like that.

If Kimmie had noticed the picture when she quickly cleaned up her room, she probably would have hidden it. Tim's dick swelled further. This was a girl who really, really liked him, and now wanted to go all the way with him.

Kimmie burst back in the room to see Tim patiently lying on the bed, still sporting his erection. She thought it was so cool to see him there, to see her guy all naked on her bed, his big manly penis waiting for her. She actually had a naked erection staring at her from her bed. Her girlfriends would be so jealous.

She hurried over, climbed onto the bed and sat down on her haunches beside him. "Here, let's try this on." She ripped open the packet and removed the condom. She turned it around and around for awhile, trying to figure out which side goes on top. She clutched his erection and stood it up straight to slide the condom down onto it. 

'Nuts,' she realized. She had picked the wrong way. She turned it over and began to slide it down. She quickly realized that you put it on like a silk nylon, sliding it down, bit by bit.

Tim was quite nervous about whether it would be too large. What would she think if it just draped over his cock like a loose bag. This was a moment of truth.

But, it appeared to be fine. It was clinging tight to his skin. He smiled with relief as he watched Kimmie straighten it out. He had an image of his mother struggling to get his feet into his other rubbers. He was then reminded of other major milestones in his life: riding his first bike, driving his first car, and now putting on his first condom. And, this was especially neat, as he was sharing this moment with Kimmie.

She pulled it real tight at the base. Just like his mother, she didn't want it to slip off. She smiled at her handiwork. His erect penis looked pretty neat all dressed up like that. "Such a handsome man. Standing up so tall and proud in his tight rain coat." She leaned over and gave the tip a hard, full kiss. She then took a deep breath and lied down on her back beside him. "Okay, Puffin, put it in."

Tim quickly got on top of her. He felt like a kid at his first real birthday party, at least the first one in which he understood what it meant.

Kimmie opened her legs for him, presenting to him the best present she could give. She was embarrassed to do so, spreading her legs like that. It felt a little slutty. The insinuation was rather obvious. She was spreading herself for him, exposing to his eyes her naked cunnie. She was grateful that he didn't look closely or directly at it.

Tim's eyes were indeed fixed on her bubbies, which jiggled so adorably as she leaned back down to receive him. Her titties even sat up firm while she was lying down. They looked liked two large snow cones, capped by a couple of peanuts. He scrambled in between her legs, like an eager puppy. She giggled at his undisguised enthusiasm.

It became quite clear though that he wasn't particularly experienced. He wasn't experienced at all, and he was having difficulty fitting it in. He first tried just pushing it in, but it kept slipping off. It wasn't even getting into her slit. He held it still with one hand, which wasn't easy as he then had only the other hand to keep from falling down on Kimmie. But, even that didn't work, as he wasn't at all sure where along her slit he should stick it.

Kimmie could see his struggle, and she helped him to save face. "Puffin," Kimmie whispered, "It would make me so happy if, you know, the first time, you let me guide it in. I want to be the one to do it, at least the first time."

What a relief. "Sure, if you want." He was more than glad to let her do it, not realizing that his confusion was so painfully obvious.

Kimmie didn't want to embarrass him. Besides, once she started to correctly position his stiff penis she realized that she enjoyed doing it. She felt like she was truly, actively, directly welcoming him into her body, into her cunnie, into her life.

Kimmie rotated the head of his penis around and around at the entrance to her cunnie as she worked its way into the entrance, helping to get it good and lubricated, as well to firmly lock it into place. Once she felt it was snugly ensconced, she gave him the go ahead. "Alright, Puffin, you can push it in now, but go real slow, you know, cause you're, well, so large and everything."

Tim gripped the blankets and pushed. It didn't go far, but it did go in a bit. He pulled back, making sure that he did not pull all the way out, and then pushed back again. It seemed to go in a bit further. He continued his careful, tentative thrusts, getting in deeper and deeper with each push.

She felt so terribly, terribly tight, like her cunnie was a series of thousands of lips, all clinging, clasping tightly against his cock.

Before too long though he was all the way in, and it had been well worth the effort. He had never felt a more lovely home for his dick. It was like her cunt was precisely made for the purpose of embracing, engulfing his cock, the walls gripping, molding, squeezing, and caressing every inch, every centimeter.

He provided fuller, lengthier thrusts. Kimmie closed her eyes, moaned with pleasure, and wrapped her legs around him; holding him, and his cock, tightly against her.

She gasped, "Puffin, you feel so big, so large inside me." She wasn't just saying that. Perhaps a lot of girls do just say that, but Kimmie was being quite honest. To her virginal cunt, he felt like a bull, and her saying so made Tim feel like one. He smiled to himself. No, he openly smiled and thrust even harder, slapping his abdomen against her, jarring her body as he pounded his "large" cock inside her.

"Hmmph, hmmph, hmmph," Kimmie groaned with each pounding plunge, at times altering with a quiet little whimpering as her cunnie was being so thoroughly serviced, pumped, and plunged. She spread her thighs wider, wanting to let him in as far as he could go, although still keeping her heels on the back of his thighs, not wanting her prize bull to escape its stall.

Tim had never felt anything so pleasurable before. He wondered if he could go back to just using his hand. It was like every nerve of his cock was being stimulated; every nerve on the shaft and along every curve and edge of the bulb; scintillated, tickled, and massaged by Kimmie's moist, wet softness. Most acutely sparked was the sensitive head of his cock, as it battered its way deep through the clammy cramped quarters of Kimmie's cunt, a sensation totally absent when he used his hand.

He suddenly stopped. He could feel the rising sense of an inevitability. He wanted to last longer, particularly during the first time. He wanted Kimmie to enjoy it to, to enjoy it as much as he was about to.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes opening in confusion and concern. "Did you hurt yourself?" She had been a bit worried about it bending so much when he was first trying to get it in.

"No, no," he responded. "I, um, I just, um, wanted to wait a bit."

Kimmie knew what the problem was. She said softly, "Go ahead, Puffin, let yourself do it." Even more softly, "I want to feel it squirt, inside me."

Tim again awkwardly shifted his right hand back down, but, this time, not to help guide his cock. He squeezed his hand between their bodies and brought the tips of fingers to her cunnie; more precisely, to the erect button of her clit.

"Oh my!" Kimmie gasped as she felt his touch.

Tim then resumed his plunging while at the same time pressing his fingers down in a circular motion on her clit. He had the odd thought of that kid's game, where you pat your head while you're circling your tummy. It was an odd thought perhaps, but it also again helped to distract him. He needed a bit of distraction to keep himself going.

"Puffin, Puffin," Kimmie gasped as she felt the double stimulation: her clit being so roughly yet heavenly massaged, while her cunnie was being so thoroughly flushed. She as well could not imagine going back to just her own fingers, although whenever she did she knew that she would be thinking about this moment. She gasped, "Puffin, do it hard." She pleaded, "Do it harder!" She confessed, "You feel so good. You filll me up so much."

And with that remark he felt like he was going to do just that. It started like he was about to faint. If felt like his head filled with blood and a tidal surge of pleasure swept through his body. "Kimmie," he gasped as his cock twitched with its first jettison of jism.

As she felt his cock twitch in her cunt, Kimmie exploded as well, her body suddenly twitching and jerking in orgasmic spasms, "Puffin, Puffin," she said quietly as she pulled him tightly against her, crushing his hand against her sweaty, shuddering, shivering body.

Tim let his left arm collapse and he fell down on her, resting his chest against her lovely soft breast pillows, as he felt his cock jerk and spasm, releasing its thick, hot load safely into the rubber.

Both their hearts pounded against each other, their breaths fast and short with lustful release, their bodies clutched against each other; Kimmie's body jerking spasmodically as Tim's cock did as well, seeming to squirt endlessly inside her cunt. Yes, Kimmie thought, this is definitely much, much better than her finger.

Kimmie grasped Tim's head and pulled his lips to her, giving him an openly sloppy tongue kiss as the final lurches of their orgasms passed over their bodies.

Went it had passed they just held each other closely for awhile, catching their breaths, enjoying the moment, the pleasant feeling of afterward. Tim rested his face in the crook of her neck. Kimmie softly stroked his hair, basking in the bliss of the feel of his penis slowly softening within her womanhood.

After awhile, she turned her face to him and said, "Gee Puffin, you hit a home run on your first date."

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I surely hoped you enjoyed it. The fantasy won't be as good as the memory, but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable. I would, of course, be very happy to hear of any comments and suggestions, and please do take the time to vote. Any encouragement is so very helpful.