0 comments/ 38959 views/ 7 favorites My First Love By: splishysplashy It had been three months since we first started seeing each other and we still had not had sex. I was a virgin and I was scared. Some may say that it was understandable that he went and found sex elsewhere but I could never forgive him. We broke up over it and that was that...or so I thought. A couple of weeks down the line, I started to receive texts from him. At first they were apologetic and pleading but they soon started to become nasty. From "I'm so sorry" to "It was your own fault, frigid bitch." I changed my phone number and told my flatmate to ignore him if he came to the door. That was not enough. One weekend, when my flatmate had gone to visit her family, my life changed forever. I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard the front door open. I had forgotten to lock it and in he marched straight over to me. I was so shocked; I was speechless. Without a word, he pushed me down on the sofa and tried to kiss me. I soon came to my senses however and began to kick and punch him away. I began to scream and startled by this, he left the house hurriedly. I was still shook up when night time came. I checked and double-checked that all the doors were locked, that there was no way in. Relatively secure in this knowledge, I went to bed and slept. When I awoke, I was freezing cold. I attempted to move to find my duvet but found that I was unable to do so. My arms and legs had been tied to the four corners of my bed. Panicking now, I attempted to see through the darkness. I sensed movement to my left and began to scream. Some sort of material was shoved into my mouth to quieten me and I heard the scratch of the tape rip off its roll and onto my face. A lamp was switched on and I was confronted with a balaclava'd face. I knew who it was though and it sickened me to my stomach. I desperately tried to squirm and wriggle my way out of the ties but they were too tight. As I was doing so, I heard a deep chuckle. He moved towards me and began to fondle my breasts. I tried and tried to escape his touch but it was useless. I was helpless. My nipples, already erect from the cold began to ache with their hardness. I could not help but moan when he took one in his mouth and began to spiral his tongue across it. My breathing became deeper and I began to forget myself. At the back my mind a voice was screaming "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP ENJOYING IT AND ESCAPE!" I began once again to try and loosen my ties but it was no use. I let myself go limp and tried not to respond to his delicious touches. I pretended to myself that I had fainted and could therefore not feel anything. I was wrong to do this. It angered him. "Look. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I could make this very painful for you. You do want me, I know you do. You just won't admit it." He removed the tape and gag from my face. "Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to fuck you nicely or I'm afraid I can't be held culpable for my actions.". Silence. "TELL ME!". Anger coursed through me like adrenalin. I turned and spat in his face. "Right," he growled. He shoved the gag back in my mouth almost choking me in the process and slapping me across the face for good measure. The only thing I was wearing was a pair of knickers and these were ripped off violently. I felt sick with terror. Tensed up inside, I tried to force my legs together but it was impossible. A smirk grew across his face as he removed his stiff cock from his pants. I inhaled sharply. There was no way that that thing was fitting into me. I had in the past, bought a dildo out of curiosity. No matter how wet I was though, I could never get the thing inside me. His cock was even bigger. And I was more tensed up than I had ever been before. I began shaking my head violently and making noises of protestation through my gag. My eyes pleaded with him, full of terror. "This was your choice." he said quietly. With that, he forced himself into me. And it hurt. It hurt like hell. It felt like he was ripping my insides apart and he wasn't even thrusting...yet. Tears coursed down my face with the pain. He made a few movements and collapsed over me as I felt his hot cum spurting into me. I fainted. I awoke to see a huddled figure at the bottom of my bed, head in hands. Again I tried to move and found that I couldn't. I began to cry. He turned around, his face unmasked. A look I could not identify in his eyes. He moved over to me and began to kiss away my tears. Defeated, I only lazily attempted to move my head away from him. He removed my gag and began kissing my lips. His tongue seeking to enter my mouth but I refused. A small victory, at least. He started to kiss my breasts instead and to my horror, my body responded. As he suckled, I cried whilst at the same time, waves of pleasure rushed through me. As much as I hated it, my hips began to push against him, urging him for his attention. He did not need much encouragement. Burying his head between my legs, he began to lick my cunt. Teasing and slow strokes at first around the less sensitive areas then harder and faster when he found my most sensitive area. I groaned involuntarily. I wanted my hands to be untied not to escape but to bury them in his hair and guide him. My breathing became faster and shallower. I forgot everything except the sensuality of the moment. Suddenly he stopped. I was desperate to cum. My cunt twitching and my hips bucking all over the place. I opened my mouth to protest but all that came out were moans and deep breaths. Eventually I regained some control. "Fuck me." I whispered. "Please." His mouth sought my mouth and this time I let his tongue roam. Deep teasing strokes of the tongue mimicking what I needed down below. "Fuck me. Now." His cock entered me and this time it was not painful. My body welcomed him, twitching and creating spasms around his cock. He groaned and I groaned. I wanted desperately to wrap my legs around him but they were tied. Frustrated I demanded that he went deeper, harder. I was close, closer then a massive explosion of pleasure. I shuddered violently against him; my orgasm milking his cock dry. We panted in unison as we both came back down to earth. He untied me then shifted me across the bed so that we could lie together. I was confused, very confused. I knew that I should be phoning the police but logic seemed to have escaped me. Both contented, we fell asleep. My First Love This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The middle section of this story is basically reminiscing about reminiscing and I hope it doesn't become too convoluted. I appreciate any feedback! * My first job out of college was working at an AM radio station. I worked what they call the "graveyard shift," from midnight to 8am on Friday and Saturday nights. I spent most of the time playing reruns of Rush Limbaugh's show. I wasn't really into politics, but I still found myself getting annoyed at some of the idiotic things that he said. I did the job for about seven months in all. The money was awful, and I became completely nocturnal, but it was a job in my field, and radio was a tough field to get into. You had to pay your dues, and I was definitely paying mine. So I was glad to be where I was, while hoping it would lead to something more. About the only thing that the station manager said to me when I began the job was that I should do whatever I needed to do to stay awake. Many a night that was quite a challenge. The last hour on Sunday morning was reserved for a recording of a local church sermon. The ancient reel to reel tape would usually arrive sometime during the night, and pretty much once you hit play there was nothing else to do for that whole hour. My first week in training my trainer and I both fell asleep in that last hour. Some mornings I would nod off, and pick my head up just in time to see the news man standing in the booth on the closed circuit camera, preparing for me to cut away to the hourly news report. The station itself was located on the outskirts of Baltimore, in an area dubbed TV Hill, because most of the local affiliates had their studios right along that street. We shared a building with one of the network stations, and there was an FM station across the hall from the AM studio. In the middle of the night there were usually only four people in the building, the security guard, the overnight FM disk jockey, the guy playing reruns and infomercials on the TV station, and me. The job itself wasn't so hard. You started a new tape at the beginning of every hour, and you had to play the commercials during the breaks. If you paid even a little attention to talk radio you'd know that the breaks always come at more or less the same time, so it was pretty safe to wander around in between spots, knowing you'd have eight minutes or ten minutes or whatever. I would walk down to the cafeteria and get a snack, or into the production room right across the hall to mess around. Sometimes I would stop at the big window in the hall that looked out on the city of Baltimore. It was a majestic sight, the city all lit up at night. I also had access to the "800" number that was used during the day for the call in shows. Fifteen years ago, before unlimited cell phone calling plans, this was a big deal. Long distance calls actually used to cost money! I would have family and friends call me during the night so that we could chat for free. We had a computer set up by the radio console. At first it didn't do much. It offered the standard selection of games, and I got hooked on minesweeper. For my first few months there I would sit down, start the first tape, and spend the next eight hours playing minesweeper, pausing only when I needed to play commercials or change tapes. A few months into my time there the computer was wired for internet. It was 1998, and it was kind of a big deal. I never really had unrestricted access to the internet before. I had played around with it a little bit on the library computers at school. Of course, being a pervert, and being too naïve at the time to really think about potential consequences, I quickly gravitated towards pornography. They told me to do whatever it took to stay awake, right? At least I was smart enough to delete the browser history at the end of the night. Internet pornography in 1998 was much different than it is now. Broadband was still a very new concept, and nearly everybody was still using dialup, which was slow and unreliable, so there were no streaming videos. If you were lucky you might get some thumbnail photos that may or may not load, but for the most part the websites had nothing to offer but stories. I would surf around looking for dirty stories to read, and I read them all night long. I never jerked off at work, though. Actually, scratch that, I think I did cum, just once, but usually I would wait until I got home to jerk off, my dirty mind full of the previous night's reading. I shared a crappy two bedroom townhouse off campus with a female friend. She graduated at the same time as me and was working in retail. We hardly even saw each other because I would be going to bed when she woke up most days. I did have a girlfriend, believe it or not. What had started out as a wonderful dorm romance a year before had pretty much burned itself out. She had actually broken up with me a couple of months into the job, only to have us gravitate back together a month or so later. The sorry truth was our relationship was like a zombie, going on mindlessly, pointlessly, waiting for someone or something to finally put it out of its misery. I had issues, she had issues. Considering that I had an apartment with my own room and she lived in the dorm with a roommate, she never came to stay with me. That in itself should tell you all you need to know. I would wake up in the afternoon on Friday and Saturday, usually around 4pm, and head over to campus to see her. We would go out to dinner, alone or with friends, maybe watch a movie, and go back to her room to make love, at least as long as her roommate was away for the weekend. At 11:30 I would leave to go to work. It was a strange, strange situation. My girlfriend used to have these elaborate fantasies. Many of them involved her being a damsel in distress, and her finding herself in life-threatening situations that were never going to happen in a million years. Another one involved visiting a disk jockey in an otherwise empty radio station at night. That seemed more possible, but as our relationship crumbled it seemed like it was never going to happen. In the beginning when I was on the campus radio station, well, it would have been impossible because I was on in the afternoons and the station was still bustling with activity. Several of our friends also had shifts on the station, and frankly we got enough of them barging in on us in the dorm. We had very little chance for privacy. Many times when we were together with our friends we would snuggle under the covers and fondle each other out of sight. I always wondered if our friends knew what was going on under the covers, but nobody ever said anything to us. Luckily, we were too aware of our surroundings to get caught doing anything more than making out. I finished school that fall semester and graduated. I had plans to stay in the Baltimore area, but as spring arrived it became clear that my two overnight shifts weren't enough to support myself. I looked around for a second job but I came up empty. I was going to have no choice but to leave when my lease was up and go back home, 250 miles away. My hopes of staying near my college town were dashed. I was going to have to give up this radio job, and moving away meant I might never get the disk jockey job I hoped for. Also, after a brief and surprisingly emotionless conversation with my girlfriend, it was also going to be the end of our relationship. Neither of us had any interest in keeping things going long distance. Needless to say I was seriously depressed as I headed to work that night. Instead of starting my customary web browsing as soon as I was settled, I slumped into my chair, started the first tape of the night, and started thinking about my girlfriend. I was a 21 year old virgin, shy and introverted, starting my fourth year of college. It was freshman move-in day, and a friend of mine and I were sitting by my dorm window watching the chaos unfold below us. I had chosen a room that was on the fourth floor, facing the quad formed by the two other tall dorms and the dining hall. It was an ideal viewing location for moments like this. We were enjoying ourselves so much we didn't even notice there was a stranger standing in the doorway. I have always mused that I felt a special little jolt when I saw my first love for the first time. It was probably only my memory playing tricks on me... as if to say... yeah... of course I knew she was going to be special the first time I laid eyes on her, but how could I? She was 5'9, long brown hair, barely 18, not skinny but not fat, and had a pretty, cherubic face with big brown eyes. She was outgoing; within five minutes she had brought over a video of her and her mother on one of those daredevil types of rides at Six Flags. We grudgingly gave up our perches at the window to watch. Her name was Patty. She was living across the hall with a friend of mine, who she knew because her ex-boyfriend was friends with her roommate's boyfriend. That's why she was with the upperclassmen and not the freshmen. It was my second year on the fourth floor of Tower D, and I had set things up so that I was friends with over half of the thirty-two residents of our 16 room, co-ed floor. Whether it was holdovers from the previous year or friends from around campus that I had coerced into taking rooms there, this was my dorm, and I was proud of myself for being able to surround myself with so many of my friends. This Patty, she was one of the wild cards. I say it was a dorm full of my friends, but in truth it was a complicated tangle of relationships. The friend that I was watching the chaos with, he lived next door and was dating another friend of ours that lived down the hall. She was loud, obnoxious, and overweight. They would shout at each other from their rooms so that everybody knew their business. At the time I had a crush on one of our female friends. One of our other female friends had a crush on me. My roommate had a crush on her. It was a mess. Patty showed up in the middle of all of this. Whatever it was she saw in me, she decided that she wanted me all to herself, and set about trying to make it happen. At first she kind of played along and let herself be invited into my group of friends. We were a large, overly friendly bunch, and always welcomed newcomers. She started hanging out with us, but had her sights on me the whole time. After a while she was able to single me out. I'll never forget one Saturday afternoon when she came to my room. We ended up watching movies and eating pizza. It was the first time we were really alone, and we were having a good time together. Eventually my friends came looking for us and had a hard time understanding why we wanted to be alone together. It was a very strange moment. At the time I was completely oblivious to Patty's intentions. For me, she had become a refuge for all of the craziness that went on amongst my friends. I was still hung up on the friend that I had a crush on, and Patty had to sit patiently and endure me going on and on about it all. Finally a month into the semester it all came to a head; the girl just wanted to be friends, blah blah blah. It seemed like the end of the world for me at the time. I had no idea yet about the opportunity that was waiting for me. I needed a "break" from everybody else and started spending all of my free time with Patty. Looking back, I'm amazed at how naïve I was. We stayed up late one Saturday night, talking and laughing. I put on this tape of oldies music that I had, and the instrumental "Sleepwalk" by Santo and Johnny came on. We slow danced in my room. Then we went back to her room and snuggled into her bed to watch a movie. It was already 2am, and I eventually dozed off. I woke up, surprised to see her face just inches from mine. I smiled at her, and politely excused myself to go to my own bed. Good lord, what was wrong with me? The very next day we made plans to walk into town to see a movie. I sensed that Patty wanted us to go alone, but one of my friends (the one that had a crush on me, no less) caught wind of our plans and invited herself along. So the three of us walked into town to watch a matinee and have an early dinner. What an awkward date it was. We stopped on the way home for Chinese food. Patty had to excuse herself early because she had a study group back on campus, so I finished dinner with my friend and we came back to the dorm. It so happened that my roommate had a paper due and he was feverishly working on it that Sunday evening. He insisted that he needed no distractions and chased me out of the room. Patty was in our lounge with her study group, we waved at each other as I passed by. The lounge was where I would have normally gone at times like this, so instead I found myself sitting in the hallway outside my room with my headphones, a notebook, and leftover Chinese food. Eventually Patty's study group was over and she asked me if I wanted to go for a walk outside. It was a lovely October evening. I agreed and we went off into the night, hand in hand. We chatted and wandered around campus for a while, eventually stopping near the science building. I said something to her. She laughed. I said something else and she laughed harder. She tickled me. I tickled her back. She swung her purse at me and nailed me right in the midsection. It didn't hurt too badly. It was more shock than anything that sent me staggering backwards a few steps. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?" Patty asked. "I'm okay," I mumbled. "Well, I guess you get a free shot," Patty said. I don't know what it was about that moment, but it was like somebody turned the lights on for the first time. She wanted me to kiss her! I was sure of it! Well, I was almost sure of it! How do you really know if you've never done anything like this before? We were standing a few feet apart, slightly out of breath from the tickle fight. I gazed at her pretty face and her big brown eyes and quickly came up with a plan. I would start moving closer to her, and if she came towards me, she wanted to kiss me. I started to close the gap, and suddenly there was no doubt in my mind that I was right. I reached her and our lips met. It was my first kiss. I was nearly 21 and a half. Needless to say I was the happiest introverted gaming geek slacker on campus that fall. As for my group of friends, well let's just say that my happiness made some people pretty angry. It completely changed the dynamic of our relationships. Some of us drifted apart and some of us grew closer together. I guess that's just the way that friendships go. Looking back now, nothing compares to a dorm romance. We were together every spare moment. Basically if we were awake and not in class, we were together. If we were alone, we were making out. We couldn't get enough of each other. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We progressed to second base within a couple of weeks. She told me that she loved to have them touched, and I didn't have to be asked twice. After another month we moved on to third base. I can look back on it and laugh now. I had no idea what to do. Unfortunately she didn't know much more than I did about her own anatomy. I would fumble around inside her panties and slide a finger inside her. She would slide a hand into my pants and stroke my penis. It was all very nice, but believe it or not, nobody had any orgasms. Like I said, we were inexperienced and clueless. What we did get good at was dry humping. We would lie in bed and make out and rub up against each other for hours. One night in bed, wrapped tightly together under her covers, wearing only our underwear, I finally got too excited about it all and came against her, grunting. "What's wrong?" Patty asked. She had no idea why I stopped. "I had an accident," I said to her sheepishly. "What?" Patty asked. She really didn't understand. She thought I peed my pants or something. "I had an orgasm," I said, and excused myself to change into a clean pair of boxers. Once we crossed that particular barrier it became almost routine that I would dry hump her until I came. As time went on I soiled a lot of my underwear that way. I remember one night in particular we found that our campus video store had a copy of 9 ½ Weeks. We rented it and when the food scene came on, we started humping like crazy. I came twice before the end of the movie. After a few months Patty told me that she wanted to have sex with me. It was shortly before winter break. I was hesitant. I had this crazy idea that I was going to wait until marriage. I wasn't even a religious person. Maybe I was just petrified by the thought of getting her pregnant. We were bombarded by safe sex and abstinence messages in college. I told her I had to think about it. In the spring I started to warm up to the idea. We had some long conversations about it, and finally decided that we were going to do it. We put Crash by Dave Matthews Band on the stereo. We undressed and got into her bed. I put on one of the school issued condoms and tried to enter her. Patty had never had more than a finger inside of her. Needless to say she was really tight. It was difficult getting myself into her. I worked myself into her slowly, little by little. When I was all the way inside of her I started moving in and out of her, just a little, until she got used to it. I found that the intimacy was better than the actual sex. Our sex improved as time went on, but not much. We weren't very experimental. We never moved beyond the missionary position and we never tried oral sex. We both had a food fetish, and eventually we experimented with maple syrup and whipped cream. I would lick it off of her breasts and she would lick it off of the less hairy parts of my chest. For my part, I never really learned what to do for her. I don't know if she ever orgasmed during our time together. She insisted she was satisfied and resisted my efforts to push our boundaries, so it wasn't like I didn't try hard enough, or something. Eventually the school year ended. I got an apartment with my friends and a job at the local movie theater. No longer being across the hall from Patty put a strain on our relationship. I know what you're thinking, it's a special relationship that suffers when two people are apart instead of together, but that's what happened to us. She lived about half an hour from campus, so we saw each other a few times a week during the summer, when I wasn't working. In the fall she went back to the dorm and I finished up my last few classes and continued working minimum wage jobs. Eventually I got my radio job which complicated my weekends. It was too much for Patty, and the last night before my last final in college, she broke up with me. We did get back together after a month, but things weren't the same. My reminiscences were interrupted by the studio phone ringing. It was the security desk. I figured that the tape of the church sermon was being delivered, but then I happened to look and see it was already sitting up against the console. Puzzled, I answered the phone. The security guard was vague, just saying that there was somebody here to see me. Rush was just heading into a break. I played the commercials and when it was over I knew I had several minutes to go downstairs and see what was going on. I was shocked to see Patty standing by the security desk. "This young lady says she's your wife and she brought you your dinner," the guard said. "Umm... yes... yes she is, thank you," I said, not taking my eyes off of Patty. It was a little bit after 1am, so I had only left her a couple of hours ago. She was dressed in a long coat, her long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. What was really unusual about her was that she was wearing a lot of makeup. She was a naturally pretty girl, and usually wore little or no makeup. My First Love "I always wanted to see where you work," Patty said, gazing at me intently. "Is it okay if I take her upstairs for a tour?" I asked the guard. "You're not here to start any trouble, are you ma'am?" The guard asked half-seriously. "No," Patty said. "Go on ahead," the guard said. Without a word I turned and led Patty up the stairs and down the hall to the AM studio. I brought her into the booth and quickly checked to make sure I was ready for the next break. Then I turned to her. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I... wanted to see you," Patty said. My next thought was that she didn't have a car on campus. "How did you get here?" I asked. "I borrowed my suitemate's car," she said. "Okay," I said, and I gestured around me. "This is where I work." "I see," Patty said. She sat down in one of the empty seats in the studio, usually reserved for talk show guests. She looked tired. "I didn't like the way things ended... before," she said. "Well, it is what it is," I said. "I know," Patty said, "But I just don't want things to end this way. I wanted things to be different. There are so many things I wanted to do that I haven't had a chance to do." I wondered what she was talking about. She was only 19. She wasn't dying or anything. "Like what?" I asked. "Like, visit a lonely disk jockey in the middle of the night," Patty said, and she stood up and started unbuttoning her long coat. "I'm not really a disk jockey," I mumbled, my tired mind thinking that maybe she wanted to meet the guy in the FM studio across the hall. Then I saw Patty finish unbuttoning her coat and take it off. She was wearing a tiny black dress. It was very low on top and very high on the bottom. Patty usually dressed very conservatively. I never saw her wear anything that showed her cleavage before or anything but shorts that went above her knee. I had no idea she owned anything like this. Unable to figure out what was going on, I just stared at her. "I borrowed this from my roommate," Patty said. That explained why it looked so small on her. Her roommate was six inches shorter and maybe 50 pounds lighter. On somebody short and skinny it probably looked like a perfectly normal dress. On my voluptuous girlfriend it almost looked obscene. "I've been listening to you," Patty said. "You make me so hot." What did she mean? I thought to myself. I'm not actually ON the air; I'm playing tapes of shows. I haven't uttered a single word. Then it dawned on me that Patty was intent on living out one of her fantasies. I tore my eyes away from Patty and glanced around the studio. The door was solid and only had a tiny window to look in from the outside. You would have to make an effort to see what was going on inside. I barely ever saw the FM disk jockey but it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility that he would knock on my door to ask me a question or something. The far wall was all glass and looked into the production room, but it was dark. By now it was unlikely a producer would show up to get some late-night work in, but it wouldn't be the first time I suddenly saw a producer on the other side of the glass at 2 or 3 am. So yeah, we might get discovered, but probably not. Living in the dorm we were kind of used to those odds. Maybe the possibility of getting caught was exciting for Patty. It just made me anxious. Or was it exciting, after all? I looked at Patty again. She was staring at me, one of those smoldering looks. Our lovemaking, such as it was, had become rote and routine. It barely even excited me anymore. This was different. This was exciting. I suddenly realized that Rush was playing his "outro" music. As distracted as I was, it was like having cold water splashed on my face. I dashed over to the console and was able to play the first spot just in time. If you were ever listening to the radio or watching TV and saw or heard a snippet of a commercial get overrun by another, it's because somebody was too slow playing the local spots over the tape or network feed. Maybe those tape operators were distracted by their girlfriends too. I watched Patty as I went through the break. She was watching me, her hand idly stroking her stomach and torso. Then she lifted it up and touched one of her breasts over the dress. I was shocked to see her do this. Patty insisted she never touched herself, or she did and lied to me about it all along. I could feel myself getting hard at the mere thought of Patty touching herself. Finally the break was over and Rush resumed his yammering. I began to stand up to go to Patty, but she held up her other hand. "No," she said, "Just watch me." With a little bit of an effort, she pulled the dress down to expose her breasts. Her large brown nipples came into view, and she immediately grabbed both breasts with her hands and began kneading them. "I love it when you touch my breasts like this," she whispered. I reached over to where my soda can was and took a long swig. I was going to need some caffeine. "Do you want to touch yourself... down there?" Patty asked. Seriously, we were lovers for the better part of a year and she still referred to our naughty bits as "down there." I reached down and took hold of my erection through my jeans. I slid my fingers along the shaft. "Are you going to touch yourself too?" I asked. Patty stopped fondling her breasts and pulled the hem of her dress up above her waist. She was wearing a pair of black cotton panties. She began to touch herself outside of her panties with her left hand, while her right hand went back to her breasts. We stayed like that, facing each other and touching ourselves. After a while Patty slid her hand inside her panties. I could see her working a finger inside herself. I began to rub myself a little more vigorously through my jeans. Patty stopped and reached back for the coat she had draped over the chair. She spread it out across the floor. She reached into the bag she had brought with her. I thought it was just a prop to go along with her story of being my wife and bringing my dinner, but she pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup. She lay down on the coat with her long legs facing me, the dress bunched around her waist. She opened the bottle and poured a little bit onto her nipple. I watched it begin to trickle down her breast. "I want you to lick it off of me," Patty said. I'm not even sure why I was waiting for her to say it, but I leapt out of my chair and knelt beside her. I licked the chocolate syrup off of her, and then swirled my tongue around her nipple. Patty grabbed my head and pulled me to her mouth. We kissed, our tongues swirling the chocolate around. Suddenly I was aware the next break was approaching. I pulled myself away from Patty and back to the chair. I set up the next batch of commercials and got them started in time. I watched Patty the whole time. She stretched out luxuriously on the floor, one hand on her breast and one hand inside her panties. "I'm getting so turned on watching you work," she whispered. I almost laughed. What was erotic about watching me play tapes? I held my tongue and let her continue her fantasy. The break ended and I went back to her. I took the chocolate syrup and poured some on her other breast. I licked it off and then continued to lick and kiss my way around the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders. I reached down and slid my hand into her panties, penetrated her with my middle finger, and began to slowly move it in and out. "Make love to me," Patty whispered. I imagined I heard a sound outside, and lifted my head up like a gazelle on the prairie to listen. After I was sure nobody was about to walk into the studio, I looked back at her. "I don't have any condoms," I said. "Look in the bag," Patty whispered. Duh, why didn't I think of that? This was Patty's fantasy, and she would have planned out every tiny detail. I pumped my finger in and out of her a few more times, causing her hips to jerk, then I went back to the bag and fished out a condom. I looked at the clock on the console. The seconds ticked by. I strained my ears again to listen for any noises outside. Finally I took a deep breath and undid my jeans, slid off my sneakers and pulled my pants and underwear down, letting my 7 inch erection pop into view. Patty had pulled off her panties and was touching herself absentmindedly, staring at my cock. I tore the wrapper off the condom and slid it onto my erection. Those school issued condoms were always a little tight on me. It made me feel like a beast. I knelt down and crawled in between Patty's legs. I gave her a kiss as I lined myself up with her pussy and slid inside her. She must have been pretty wet, because I was able to go all the way in without any effort. I had resolved that I would keep focused on my job, and if the sex went on long enough to reach the next break, I would pull out of her and go do my job. Within fifteen seconds I forgot everything else except for the task at hand. I kissed Patty as I made love to her. Patty wrapped her legs around me, trying to push me into her as deeply as I could go. I was focused on Patty, like I always was at moments like this, aware of her body, her movements, her breathing. A couple of times she gasped and bucked her hips, and I would speed up my pace, thinking to myself that I was doing something right. Eventually I felt my orgasm building. "I'm almost there," I whispered into her ear. "Okay," she whispered. I inched forward to push myself into her more insistently, increasing my pace until I was moving in and out of her as quickly as I could go. As an added precaution I would often pull out of her before I orgasmed, even with the condom on. Patty kept her legs wrapped around me. "No," she almost shouted, wrapping her arms around me as well, holding me in place. I went past the point of no return and I came inside her, grunting and thrusting. I could feel Patty bucking her hips beneath me. When it was over I fell against her, exhausted and spent. "I love you," Patty whispered. "I love you too," I whispered. As I came back to my senses I remembered where I was and with a jolt realized that I had completely missed a break. I disentangled myself from Patty and went over to the desk, the cum-filled condom bouncing obscenely on the edge of my withering penis. I definitely missed a break, and as it was nearing 2am, it was time for several more commercials and the next hour's tape. I threw the condom in the trash, and resolved to cover it up with some other garbage so that hopefully it wouldn't get noticed. I quickly dressed, resigned to the fact that there was still cum on my dick but there was no way I could get to a bathroom in my current state, and that it was going to be sticking to my underwear for the rest of the night. Patty was pulling the dress back into place, over her hips that were much wider than the dress was meant for. She was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. I stared at her, feeling my heart go out to her, my first love, but I didn't know what to do for her. "What's wrong?" I asked, even though I knew the answer and didn't want to hear her say it. "Nothing," she said, wiping at her face and smearing her makeup even more. "I'm going to miss you," she added. "I'm going to miss you too," I said. "I'm not leaving yet, though." "I know," Patty said, "We have a little more time together. It's just... not going to be the same." The next break started, and I switched my focus to my job again. I could only nod my head in response. "Well, I guess I'd better get going," Patty said. She was buttoning up her coat. "Wait, don't you want to clean up first?" I asked. "I'm okay," she said. "Do you know your way back?" I asked. This was 1998. Patty didn't have a cell phone or GPS. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if she got lost in Baltimore in the middle of the night. "I do," Patty said, "I wrote out the directions here and back." That's my girl, I thought, always prepared. "I'll call you tomorrow then, when I wake up," I said. It was half of a statement and half of a question. "Okay," Patty said, and with one last long look she turned and walked out of the studio, just in time for me to start the 2am hour. My First Love I can remember exactly when it began, my love affair with my sister. It happened not long after my eighteenth birthday and took us both completely by surprise. Cheryl and I lived in a small two bedroom apartment in the city and I was the lucky one that got to sleep on the couch. My sister was a year older than me and would wake up and hour before I did so she could get the bathroom first and get ready for school. She was a senior in high school and I was a junior. Everyone thought that we were twins and I had just flunked a year in school, but we weren't twins, we were just close. We had a single mom who worked two jobs as our only parent and we learned long ago to rely only on each other for support. It was towards the end of my junior year in high school that things became uncomfortable between us. She had already fully developed and guys were paying way to much attention to her than I'd like. She was spending less and less time hanging out with me and more time going out on dates. The dresses turned to shorts which turned to skirts that grew shorter and shorter. Her shirts got tighter and smaller with each passing month as her breasts grew larger. I tried not to stare, but each morning I would wake up and catch a glimpse of her walking out of the bathroom after her shower and walk down the hallway towards her bedroom wearing nothing at all. She always assumed I was asleep, but every now and then I would wake up just as the shower turned off and so I waited and watched for her. I didn't know why I was watching and even though I part of me told me I shouldn't be watching, something else inside me was making sure I didn't miss her. This went on for another couple of months and then school was out. We had only the summer before Cheryl went off to college. I was still sleeping on the couch and waking up early to catch a glimpse of her, but she was sleeping in now that school was over. One morning I woke up to the sound of the shower running and felt a smile grow across my face. I kept a lookout for her and listened for the water to turn off. It never did and her shower seemed to last forever. I quietly got off the couch and snuck over to the shower door and found it half open. Mom was still at work and she assumed I would be sleep so she didn't even think to shut the door. The shower was running but the shower curtain was half open. From the doorway I could see my sister lying in the tub. I could see the top half of her body that wasn't covered by the curtain. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. Her breasts were half submerged in the bath water, but I could clearly see her beautiful large nipples...fully erect above the water as her chest heaved up and down. Her arms were to her side moving back and forth. I couldn't see her hands but I immediately knew what she was doing. I didn't even realize my left hand had slipped beneath my boxers and was holding my dick. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as the water began to splash out of the tub as she moved her hands faster and faster. My own hand began squeezing my cock as I watched her masturbate in the tub. She looked more beautiful than I ever remembered her being and as I stood there rubbing my cock, trying to be as quiet as possible, I hoped this moment would never end. "Fuck me," she began to whisper which startled me at first. "I want you...give it to me." Her arms splashed harder in the water as she rubbed her pussy faster and faster behind the shower curtain, her lips open wide as she moaned louder and louder. I pulled my cock faster and faster while I stared at her beautiful shaped c cups covered in water just a few feet from me. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, but by now it didn't matter. I would not have been able to stop myself even if she opened her eyes and saw me standing there with my cock in my hand jerking off to her. "Fuck me David...hurry up...I'm ready to cum...I'm almost..." That's when it happened...when everything changed. She called my name. That was my name. She was thinking of me. "Oh fuck! Yes...right there..." The sound of her voice sent me over the edge. I stepped around the corner of the bathroom and leaned against the hallway wall. I could feel my legs grow week and toes began to curl as it built up inside me stronger and stronger. I shoved my cock back inside my boxers and squeezed it hard and gave it a few more quick strokes and felt my cock explode in my hands, soaking my underwear as I finished myself off while watching my sister have an orgasm. I heard the shower turn off as she stepped out of the shower so I quickly ran back to the couch and jumped under the blanket. I was still breathing hard when she walked passed me wearing nothing at all. I opened my eyes as she passed me, catching a glimpse of her dark soft hair covering the soft flesh between her legs. I couldn't stop imagining her hand rubbing that very same pussy just moments before and couldn't get the sound of her voice calling out my name. "Wake up sleepy head!" Cheryl called out a couple of minutes later. "I know you're not asleep. Get up David." "I know you're not asleep?" She had asked...did she know I was watching? Did she see me getting back on the couch? I kept my eyes closed as she stood next to me. I was half afraid to open my eyes fearing she would be standing there naked again and I would get an erection again. She knelt down in front of me and pulled the sheet away from my face. "Wake up David," she whispered to me with her lips just an inch from mine. I opened my eyes and found her smiling back at me with her gorgeous green eyes. "That's better." "What are you doing Cheryl?" I asked after yawning, pretending to still be half asleep. "What time is it?" "I saw you watching me you know." She said with a smile. "Before you say anything though, it's ok. I don't mind...I didn't mind. I don't want you to think..." "You saw me watching? You didn't say anything? Why didn't you...What were you..." I didn't know what to say or what to even think, but kept watching her the whole time and realized she still had that same grin on her face. She really didn't mind, in fact it would seem she enjoyed it as much as I did. She slid her hands under the blanket and slid her fingers between my knees and slowly pushed her hand higher up my legs. "Look, I know you've been watching and staring. I thought it was weird at first, but then I kind of liked the attention. Didn't you notice I stopped wrapping the towel around me after my shower in the morning? I kept waiting for you to say something, but you never did." Cheryl explained to me trying to make it clear to me how she felt. "You did that on purpose? You knew I was watching you every morning?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but found myself relaxing my body and letting her hand slide up even higher, both of us pretending this wasn't actually happening. I let my right hand slide off the couch onto the floor next to her body and slowly ran my fingers up her thighs as she moved closer to me. Her finger tips slid beneath my boxers and stopped just short of reaching the tip of my cock. "Oh, that's right...you came already," she laughed and rubbed her hand against my soaking wet boxers. "Too bad you left the bathroom though, I was hoping to watch you cum all over the place. You know I left the bathroom door open on purpose right?" "Let me help you with that," Cheryl whispered to me and leaned closer to kiss me. She reached her hand down and grabbed mine and pulled it up and behind her body, pushing my hand against her ass. She held my hand there as she reached up her with her other hand and took hold of my cock as she pressed her lips against mine. I lay there unable to move, unable to breathe as we kissed for the very first time. She slowly began moving her hand up and down beneath the sheets as she slid her warm wet tongue between my lips. I squeezed her ass with my hand, not quite knowing what to do next. I closed my eyes and let my fingertips slide up under her shorts and found she wasn't wearing any panties beneath her tiny baby blue gym shorts. I slid my fingers further back and ran my fingers up and down between her cheeks, trying to reach those soft lips I had seen earlier this morning. "David," she whispered to me bringing me out of love drunk stupor I seemed to be falling into. "David, open your eyes. I want you to see me...stay with me." She smiled at me as she pulled the sheets down over my body exposing the tent I had with my cock. She pulled my boxers down to my feet and slid them off completely. I watched her eyes light up as she stared at my cock for a few seconds before taking it in her hands again. "It's just like I remember it," she laughed and began playing with it again. "You've seen it before?" I asked wondering what she was talking about. "You've seen me before? When?" "Oh I don't know...pretty much every morning for the last year when I would wake up and come out here and find you rock hard while you slept. I pulled the sheets back a few times to take a peek and even managed to pull your dick out once." I felt embarrassed all of a sudden...and surprised...and excited all at the same time. "It was beautiful David...you were beautiful. I think I've been staring at you for just as long as you've been staring at me." We seem to come to a realization at the same time. That very moment I stared into her eyes and she stared back at me. Her fingertips swirling faster and faster around the head of my wet cock while I slid my fingers between her legs and found her pussy dripping wet for me. It felt right and we both knew it felt right. It wasn't something we could explain to anyone else and we both knew this was our secret and would remain our secret forever, just as we both knew that this was only the beginning. I pulled her head down to me and kissed her again while pressing my fingers between her wet lips and gently fucking her pussy while she gripped my cock tight in her hand and began stroking me again. She kissed me like no one had ever done before. Her fingers wrapped around my head and pulled me tight to her as she pressed her tongue against mine. Her hips began moving in rhythm with her hand as I slid two fingers inside her pussy. "I want to try something," she whispered and pulled away for a moment. She stood up and slid her shorts off. "Here, get down on the floor...lay down on your back." She stepped back and watched as I quickly jumped to the floor and did as I had been directed. I watched her beautiful athletic body stand directly over me as she spread her legs over my face. She knelt down on top of me with her pussy on my chest. She moved forward until her pussy was directly over my lips, then looked down at me while she began grinding her soaking wet lips against my tongue. "Oh fuck..David...that feels...amazing." She moaned after a couple of minutes. "I can't forget about you though." She turned around on top of me and lay down with her head against my cock and her beautiful ass on top of my face and began pushing her ass down harder against my face again. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and began licking my cock top to bottom with her tongue over and over again. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her pussy down against my mouth tight as I drank in her juices and licked her clit faster and faster. I felt her wrap her lips around the head of my cock as she began jerking my cock faster and faster with her hand. I pushed my hips up to meet her face, letting her slide more of my cock inside her. She took it and wanted more, slowly letting me fuck her faster and faster as she felt her own orgasm ready to hit her. She squeezed my cock and held on tight while shoving me in harder...faster...her hips shaking against my face...sweet taste on my lips...dripping...her ass tight against my face...the tip of my tongue licking her swollen clit faster and faster...my arms still holding her down tight as she came for me again. "Oh fuck...David...I can't believe...Yes!" she screamed out as I held her down while she squeezed my body with her legs. "cum inside me...quick...I want it." Before I knew what she meant, she jumped off of my face and slid down my body. She turned around on top of me and slid my cock deep inside her pussy with one quick motion. "I want to watch you cum David." I lay perfectly still and watch as she rode my cock fast and hard with her breasts hanging down over my face. She kept her eyes staring at mine as she squeezed my cock and let every inch of me slide deep inside her tight pussy until I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm almost...I'm ready...I think..." I mumbled not know if I should pull my dick out or not. "Cum inside me...its ok...I want it." She whispered in that sweet innocent beautiful voice of hers. Those words alone would have been enough to do me in and instantly my body relaxed and I felt that sweet release once again. I held her there on top of me as she kept pushing her hips down against my cock over and over again...squeezing my cock with her pussy...tighter...relaxing then tightening again...taking every last drop and still keeping me inside her. She lay down on top of me with my dick still inside her pussy with her body on top of mine. She kissed my lips a few times and kept staring at me. She didn't have to say it; I already knew what she was thinking, and she knew I felt the exact same way. I reached over and pulled the sheets down over the both of us as we held each other the rest of that morning. We fell asleep twice and each time we woke up we couldn't help but fuck one more time. The beautiful thing was as I have already mentioned, this was only the beginning.