4 comments/ 37626 views/ 3 favorites First Love, First Time Ch. 01 By: lightsguydave ***** I am deeply indebted to Angel Love who helped me polish my story and read it through to give me a lot of helpful pointers, I'm sure that without her help this story would not be half as good. ***** My alarm clock buzzed me awake sometime around eight. I didn't mind mornings as such, but when the weather was as cold as it had been recently, my bed seemed like a much more comforting place to be in comparison with the freezing lecture halls. As a second year medical student I had yet to move on to actually seeing really sick people as part of my course. My days were spent either confined to a lecture hall or inspecting the inner workings of a pig's vital organs under the instruction of an ever tortuous consultant. As I rolled out of bed, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. At twenty years old I was in decent shape, tall with a lean body and slightly muscled where it counted. In my eyes, I was by no means truly attractive; however, I rated my chances reasonably well. I hopped in the shower and allowed the warm water to run over me, warming me up once again whilst going about the daily ritual of cleaning and hair washing. I stepped out, drying my light brown hair off with a towel and pulled on underwear, some brown trousers and a green T-shirt. Slightly summery I thought, but in March we could really do better I reasoned to myself as I grabbed my laptop and shoved it into my bag along with the other items I'd be needing today. I nodded to my mates as I walked down the corridor to the pigeon holes on my way to the bus stop. I collected my post sliding that into my bag as well. I had plenty of friends, some were boys, some were girls, but I didn't have a girlfriend. It didn't really bother me. Some of my mates had girlfriends and so long as my door handle remained blissfully trophy condom free, I didn't really fuss about it. Friends had tried and failed on numerous accounts to set me up with women who just weren't right for me, so I put intimate relationship on my to do list and settled into single life. This isn't to say; however, that I wasn't attracted to girls. There was a large collection of girls I wouldn't mind going out with, but none I could see in a relationship that would ever last. I breezed out of the lecture hall pleasantly surprised by the weather; it had cleared up nicely and promised to be a chilly but clear sunny day. It was a little early for lunch so I wandered to the local coffee shop and sat down with a coffee and my laptop to complete one of my ongoing projects. As the coffee shop started to fill up, people came and sat at my table, had their coffee and left. I resigned myself to waving people into the seat opposite me; most of them were businessmen or workaholic CEO type women with a palm pilot in one hand and a folio in the other. Someone had just left and I was about to stretch my legs out when a voice said, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I nodded an affirmative and the voice sat down. I was so engrossed in my work it wasn't until I was taking my rubbish to the bin when I noticed the head and body attached to the voice. The voice was a she, maybe my age, slightly older? She had reddish brown hair tied up in a cute ponytail, and a slender frame from what I could tell from her tight top. She was reading a magazine, but she had put it down and was leaning over to look at the contents of my laptop. I sat down and coughed quietly and she looked up "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't rea-, well I was- uh . . . " "Don't worry," I jumped it before she said anything too daft. "It's just an ongoing essay I have to write for my finals in a couple of weeks." "Really? What course do you do?" "Medicine. I'm in my second year." "Me too, I'm doing Psychology though." It's at this point I realized my mistake. "I'm Aaron." I extended my hand. "Cool, I'm Stephanie." She took my hand and held it maybe a little longer than was polite and she knew it as she hastily retracted her hand and fumbled another apology. This time I let her stumble on for a while before she took the hint and shut up, I smiled at her. Although I was shy, I thought now was as good a time as any to ask if I was going to ask. She had a nice body, a nice personality and she seemed to match me quite nicely. "Umm, I don't know if this is too forward but um . . ." I choked. "You want to take me out?" Thank God for girls like her. "Well, yeah." "Love to, here's my number, how does tonight at seven sound? Meet me at the gate." "Great, yeah so uh, see you then?" "I guess so. Bye." And with that, she left. At five to seven I was outside the gate, fidgeting with my bus ticket. Would she come or was it just a cruel joke? Would she like me? Would things progress? So many questions. I was about to give up and walk away even though it was only just seven when she stepped off a bus stopped a few meters away. She was dressed in deep blue jeans and a brown frilly blouse that suited her perfectly. I walked over and she smiled an eye smile, the kind you only get from a genuine response to somebody you recognize and like. "Hi!" It was the best I could come up with under the circumstances. "Hi!" Sounds like she felt the same. "So what do you have planned for me, Aaron?" My brain did a double take. She wanted me to plan the date?!?! I totally wasn't prepared. "Uh well I thought we could start with a light meal somewhere and them maybe a film. How does that sound?" I was drawing on countless nights of listening to my mate's brag about their dates so I felt that was a really solid date format. "Great, where are we eating?" "Do you like Japanese food?" We ate at a small Japanese restaurant. We laughed at Stephanie's inability to use chopsticks. I taught her an easy method of using chopsticks and she taught me three different ways she could use psychology to help us avoid the bill. Con artistry aside I paid for our meal and we left for the film. I wasn't so hot on picking a film that we would both like so I let Stephanie decide and we settled into a gentle chick flick. As the film progressed, I noticed Stephanie trying to get closer and closer to me. I let her snuggle against me whilst I put my arm around her shoulders. In other situations I have felt very awkward about this sort of thing but in this context, it felt just right for me. I caught her looking at me several times and eventually our eyes locked. My breathing quickened, we moved closer and our lips locked in a passionate kiss. My tongue explored her mouth while her tongue darted around my mouth. It seemed to last for an eternity and when we broke apart; Stephanie had a very sexy twinkle in her eyes. We left the cinema before the credits had a chance to roll. I made a quick stop in the toilets to acquire condoms before rejoining her in the lobby. We moved as one to the bus stop. I fidgeted as we stood there. "Well," she said, "after that kiss, aren't you going to invite me back to you place?" My knees crumpled as she made that last statement. "I'll take that as a yes," she continued, offering me her hand so I could get up off the floor. We kissed as we arrived outside my room door. I fumbled the lock open and she burst into my room, looking at everything and touching everything. She worked her way around the room, ending on my bed. She sat on the bed and patted the area beside her indicating I should sit down. "Aaron you know that I find you very attractive and I'm sure that you feel the same way." She looked pointedly at the growing bulge in my trousers. "So what do you say we take this to the next level?" "On our first date?" "Yeah why not." "Now?" I couldn't get my head around the fact such a beautiful girl wanted me. "Well, yeah" "Really?" She grabbed my painfully erect penis and squeezed until I doubled over. "Yes Aaron, really now and if you don't get your dick out now I'll have to pull it out!" I was rapidly reaching decision speed. I needed to tell her my only embarrassing quality. "Uh, Stephanie, I'm uh, well that is to say that I'm well, not very ummmmm . . . experienced. In this department." "You're a virgin?" I indicated an affirmative. "Ah well in that case I will teach you. First thing's first, I'd better teach you how to undress me." I removed the blouse with little difficulty, the jeans came off and all at once, I was confronted with the image of a Goddess in the form of Stephanie. This was unreal. "Now I'll do the same for you." She expertly disrobed me and soon we were both sitting in our underwear. My arousal was painfully visible for Stephanie to see, and I guessed she was pleased by my length as she lay me back on the bed and she straddled my stomach. Her clothed pussy rubbed over my stomach and her juices soaked through her underwear as she kissed me once again. She moved down my body, teasing each nipple in turn moving down to my belly button before arriving at my penis once again. She looked up at me one final time before impaling her mouth on my dick. She sucked and licked as if her life depended on it. She took my entire length into her mouth and teased my head with her tongue. I came explosively in her face. My muscles tensed and I breathed out heavily as the release came. Stephanie lay there waiting for it to stop and as it did she teased my softening penis with gentle breaths on my head, causing spikes of electricity to shiver up my back. It was like nothing else in the world. As I sat up, I noticed Stephanie's current condition. "Oh dear God, I'm so sorry!" I apologized again and again. She silenced me with another kiss; I tasted salt mingled with sweat and her sweet taste as I groped for my box of tissues. I helped her get cleaned up before we started kissing again. "Now I guess it's my turn?" Stephanie giggled, "I guess so. Undo my bra, and I guess the underwear too." I fumbled the bra off, releasing a pair of perfectly shaped breasts. "I'm just short of a B cup but I wear them anyway because a AA cup is just too small," Stephanie added her own comment. I admired them for a while before kissing again, pressing my body to hers. I moved down to her neck and pushed her gently onto the bed. I ventured further down kissing the shoulders before going all out on her pert nipples. I cupped them gently in my hands while she gave little pointers between moans. I soon got the hang of it, I licked and caressed her nipples, raising them into little eraser-sized points on the ends of her perfect breasts. I then slithered down her body and started to gently stroke her seriously aroused pussy through her underwear. She squealed and I jumped back for a second just seeing her underwear soak itself in her juices. "Don't worry. I'm ok. You're doing just great." Stephanie continued to add encouragement as I brought her to a second climax. We lay side by side after that. Then Stephanie turned over and we looked into each others eyes and we each knew what the other wanted. I reached under my pillow and out came a condom. We didn't need to say anything. The condom went on and I moved for her pussy, although right before I entered her, I hesitated. "Don't worry, I'll show you," Stephanie instructed. "Lie on your back." I lay back and Stephanie started to move down my body until she was straddling my crotch. She lifted her body and lowered herself onto my penis. She moaned and groaned as she lowered herself down slowly onto all six and a half inches of my cock. At the same time I could not believe how good sex really felt. Rumors of how good it is seriously have to be authenticated. It's one of those things you have to experience to truly comprehend its greatness. Once she had settled onto my penis she leaned down to kiss me. As we met, she started to pump up and down on my cock. She and I made love for a time before we both climaxed at roughly the same time. I stayed inside her while my dick shrank back down to a comfortable size and she rolled off me. We kissed each other goodnight and we drifted off in each others arms. I woke up the next morning, confronted by a vision of brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Stephanie kissed me awake and we shared a moment of togetherness that only lovers can share. We showered and dressed and started a new day. To be continued in chapter 2... First Love, First Time Ch. 02 --- My thanks go, once again to Angel Love who helped me to finish my story and edit the hideous grammatical errors. Please comment or vote, I'd appreciate the feedback once again. --- Chapter 02 - The Birthday A few weeks later, it was Stephanie's birthday; and I had made all the necessary preparations for such an occasion. I had invited her over for a meal at my place (I was sharing a flat and I paid for my flatmate to be elsewhere that night). As I began to prepare the meal, I ran through a mental checklist of everything I would need that night: food to cook, presents, candles, aftershave and of course, Condoms. Once dinner was on the go, I grabbed my new outfit from the cupboard and tried it on for later. It fit perfectly. I ran back into the kitchen just in time to save the rapidly blackening salmon steak. I was just finishing the salad when the phone went off. "Hello?" "Guess who?" I smiled and buzzed her in downstairs. I dished the salad and placed it on the table. Final crucial checks; Dinner, presents, candles . . . CANDLES. I sprinted into my room to find the candles hopelessly fixed in their box. I could have brought them through but I doubt I would have had time so I shelved the idea of candles and I wondered what I could do with ten rose scented candles. The doorbell went. I tidied myself up, and turned on some light jazz - Miles Davis? Or Oscar Peterson? I opted for the lighter and more tinkly sounds of Peterson and opened the door. "Hey Steph, happy birthday!" We kissed for a moment and then she came inside. She plopped down on the sofa and I sat down beside her, I was sure I was forgetting something at this point but I could remember so I decided it wasn't important for now. We started kissing more and then it came to me, 'Shit, the fish.' I thought and I realized that unless we skipped the salad we would have to have burnt salmon. "You good for some dinner?" "Yeah, sure. What you cooked?" "Uh, Salmon and a side salad, Nothing too heavy." "Sounds delicious." I smiled and went over to serve the dinner. We spent a good hour chatting over our meal about nothing; the weather, how she was doing in class, how much I had to do as a med. student. As dinner drew to a natural close, I cleared away and we sat down on the sofa again. I then gave her birthday gifts - A necklace and bracelet to match. Despite the cliché, she squealed the way only excited girls can and insisted she try them on this instant. She admired them and decided that they were the best present she had ever gotten for her birthday although I suspected she had said that about every present she had gotten for her birthday - she was that kind of person. After dinner we flopped onto the sofa, our lips met again; we tongue wrestled for a good ten minutes before both of us felt the urge to go to the next level. We broke apart to move into the bedroom but as we did so Stephanie stopped me. "Before we go any further tonight, I have a little something of mine I want to introduce you to." My look of consternation must have been very apparent. Stephanie continued, "Do you have any ahh . . . Interests?" "Like things I do? Yeah sure; Films, jazz, backstage work. Why?" "Not that kind of interest. More sort of a sexual interest." "Oh that sort of interest, like a fetish you mean?" "I suppose so, yeah." "Well I don't think so, but I guess I'd be willing to experiment with you if you wanted to." "Really?" "Yeah I suppose, as long as it's not bondage or something like that." "Oh God no, it's much tamer." Stephanie finished her last sentence with her head in her bag; rooting around until she proclaimed the item 'found'. "See I told you it was tame." In her hands was a balloon. It looked huge too, at least by my standards; I'd never been a fan of balloons. I wasn't really scared of them but I didn't go out of my way to be around them. I just wasn't really into them. "I see, so what? You get off on balloons?" "Essentially, yeah." "Interesting." We kissed some more in the bedroom doorway and fell back onto the bed. She straddled me and put the uninflated balloon between her lips and blew slightly. The balloon sprang to attention between her lips. She took a breath, her chest rising beautifully and blew again. The balloon expanded filling with her breath stopping only to allow her to breathe again before emptying her lungs into the balloon again. It was pink and maybe fourteen inches across by now and had a huge neck on it. Her last breath brought the neck to her lips, I would have sworn it would burst but it didn't and she took it from her lips and let a gasp of air out before tucking it under her arm and tying an expert knot in the neck and letting it drift and float to the ground where it bounced briefly before drifting across the floor to nestle beside her bag. The inflation had a very visible effect on her. Her nipples stood out like little eraser dots, and her cheeks had turned a rose pink. Her breathing was deeper and she looked so, so painfully horny. "Wow." "Yeah," she was slightly breathless from the inflation but nothing too serious. "Aaron, be a good boyfriend and fetch the rest of my balloons." The fact she was so turned on also had Aaron Jr. very excited. I walked over to fetch her bag and returned to the bed. She reached in and pulled out one of a similar shape and volume. "I blew for you, now you blow for me." My erection was, by now, very painful and it was all I could do to avoid ripping my jeans. I put the balloon in my mouth and blew obediently. The balloon stood up and expanded out. I kept blowing until I thought it was about the right size and took it out of my mouth. "Why have you stopped?" "It's big enough right?" "Keep blowing until I tell you to stop." I resumed, puffing away. As the neck began to develop, I looked toward Steph who just nodded and said, "Keep going, it's got plenty more stretch." I kept blowing, although I had serious reservations about her instincts from two feet over. "Woah! Stop right there, maybe I let you go a little too far." She grabbed the balloon from me catching the end and knotting it. It soon became apparent my balloon far outsized hers. She giggled nervously before placing it delicately alongside its companion. We continued to blow up balloons of varying shapes and sizes for the next half an hour until my modestly sized room was swimming with shiny, squeaky and tight balloons. We kissed passionately and Stephanie began pawing at my buttons, removing my shirt in a haste before moving south to take on my jeans. Realizing I was a bit behind on the undressing front. I quickly relieved her of her top and trousers, unsnapping her bra with one hand whilst the other dealt with the thong. We moved together, I reached behind me to fumble a condom out of my top drawer and began to unwrap it. "Mmmm . . . Now you're getting the idea," she smiled. I'd never been this turned on before (I also doubted that she had ever been this turned on before). All the balloon play had been the foreplay for great sex. I was about to put the condom on when she stopped me. "You do know that condoms only work 97% of the time right?" "Yeah." "Let's make sure this isn't one of the 3%." She took the condom from me and blew. It swelled toward the end and started to go very clear. She unrolled the rest of the condom and gave it her all. It grew and grew as the bubble reached the tip. Eventually it met the tip and the teat at the end started to bulge out like an erect nipple. By now the condom was at least 8 inches in diameter and 2 feet long. She stopped for a moment and admired her work. "It's huge," she squealed. I sat, mesmerized as she continued to put more and more air into the distended condom. I soon noticed a slight asymmetry to the shape of the condom. It was bulging on one side more than the other. The tension grew - as did the condom and as Stephanie rose her chest to breathe the killer blow (pun totally intended) it shattered all over her. She screamed and jumped before leaping over to me and kissing me intensely. I fetched another condom out the drawer, wasting no time in rolling it down over my cock and shoved myself right inside her love canal. She screamed in ecstasy as I entered her and began thrusting rhythmically. She grabbed another balloon and started blowing away, her breaths in sync with my thrusts. I could see where this was headed so I picked up the pace. She smiled at me and resumed her blowing. As the balloon grew, I knew I would have a hard time getting her off as the balloon went off, so I started to massage her swollen nipples to help her out. She moaned and wailed into the balloon as it grew. After a few more breaths it was bouncing off her ample breasts and I could see my help was no longer required so my hands searched lower, finding her clit. I rubbed and pulled and twitched her clit until she was screaming into the balloon. "Mmmph mmmmph mmmmmmmmm . . . ," she wailed into the balloon. The balloon was now dangerously overinflated and making deep ringing noises with every bounce off her perfect breasts. "UGGG MMPH AHHHHHHH." The neck had reached her lips; there was nowhere else for the air to go. I thrust in deeper than I thought possible, her pussy muscles spasmed around my cock and I felt the orgasm building at the base of my balls. "GAAAAAAAAH!" BOOOOOOOOOM. The balloon erupted into a thousand pieces as I let go with a volcanic orgasm that sent my muscles into rigor. At the same time, Stephanie shrieked and bucked up against me. I felt myself softening after what felt like an eternity. I pulled out of Stephanie and binned the condom, thanking my lucky stars that my orgasm hadn't ripped the condom clean in two. "Wow, I've never had one go off like that." I smiled and kissed her on the nose. "Me too." She smiled, "Me three."