Storiesonline.net ------- Just Kiss Me by Ken Randall Copyright© 2005 by Ken Randall ------- Description: The story of a young man's first love. She doesn't feel the same way though, and he heads over one night to end their torturous friendship. She has one more favour to ask of him though, before he disappears from her life forever: "Just kiss me..." Codes: mf rom 1st teen cons reluc safe ------- Patricia was my first love. We were 15 years old. We met through a friend and became friends ourselves almost immediately. I was smitten with her from the first time I saw her. She had bright, soulful brown eyes that drew you into her like magnets and sent little sparks zinging through you. She laughed loud and happy too, and my young heart was blown down like a house of cards before the beauty I saw in her. By the time it was time to go home I'd gotten her phone number. We talked on the phone for hours every day after that. We talked about everything under the sun--boyfriends, girlfriends, love, sex, music, poetry, movies. "Of course I masturbate!" she told me with a hearty giggle. "Who doesn't? Don't even try telling me you don't. You're a guy. You're probably doing it right now." I looked down at my cock in my hand and told her I was doing no such thing. "Would you do that on the phone with me?" I asked. "You think I'm giggling because you're funny?" Talking with her was simply a whole lot of fun. She had a crush on this guy named Chris though. She was head over heels in love with him, to put it mildly. He had a crush on someone else however, and it broke her heart. I think that's what made me fall for her originally--listening to her cry over this other guy like her heart was smashed in a million pieces. "What's wrong with me? Why doesn't he like me?" she said, bawling like a baby. I just wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her and make it all better. This Chris guy had no idea what a treasure he was passing up. I did, but my feelings were unrequited. "I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and that this guy is as dumb as a post to not see it himself, not worth a single tear from your beautiful eyes." "Thank you. But if he doesn't see it, what's the point?" "I see it." "That doesn't help me much." To her, this guy was everything. I was just a really good friend. Good friends hang out together though, and we eventually got into a routine of me going over to her house for supper and to hang out, watching TV and movies and such together. Her family liked me, but they knew she was wrecked in love with this Chris guy, so they thought nothing of going out and leaving us alone together for hours at a time. Nothing happened for weeks, other than me falling more and more and more in love with her. She played the piano for me. I was entranced. And when we watched movies together, I watched her from across the room, seeing her eyes dance with delight, ignoring the movie. No matter how much I wooed her, with notes, poems, songs and such, she could never see me as more than one of her best friends. I left her place nearly crying every time I went over there, sometimes walking the two-hour walk home, just so I could sort out my thoughts about her. She knew how I felt about her, but she always told me honestly that I was just a friend, and probably would never me anything more. I decided that I would lay it on the line with her once and for all. I couldn't stand the torture anymore. The next time I went over to her house, it would either be a new beginning or it would be the end. I was determined. I wrote my ultimatum down in a note: either she considered letting go of this other clueless guy and giving me a chance, or I couldn't be friends with her anymore. It was just too hard on my heart. I gave the note to her and she read it with tears in her eyes--the tears that had swept me off my feet to begin with. When she was done she put her head in her hands and cried, fully, brokenly, confused, pressured. I wanted to hold her. "I don't know what to do! I can't help it if I don't feel that way about you! Can't we just be friends?" "No, we can't. You have my heart, and you have to either accept it fully or hand it back to me. I can't have it torn out of me every night like this. Please. I hope you understand." "I'm so sorry." "Me too." "So this is it then?" "I guess so." I was crying now too. She looked at me with a tortured look in her eye. She truly was a beautiful person, and she didn't like hurting me any more than I wanted to be hurt by her. A moment passed between us and we just stared at each other, thinking and feeling all the things that adults have long forgotten--real, desperate, heart-wrenching passion, sorrow, and naive teenaged hope. "I have to be honest with you," she said. "As a friend, I don't want to lie to you, hurt you, or lead you on anymore. I only like you as a friend, and that may be all I ever feel towards you. If this means we can't be friends anymore then that's the way it has to be. At least I'm telling you the truth." That broke me. At first I had only been silently crying with tears flowing down my cheeks, but when she said that it ripped my heart out, and punted it over the moon. I broke down sobbing like a baby. She just sat there hugging me and quietly crying herself. A few minutes later I pulled away and got up. I had to get out of there. I was feeling panicked by the desperate sorrow that was flooding through me. "I have to go," I said. "I love you so much it's killing me. I don't know why I'm not good enough for you, but I hope that you can find someone and be as happy as I would have been with you." "Don't say that?" she said, hiding her face in her hands once again. "Why not? I'm just telling the truth." "You're making me feel like a complete bitch." "If you were a bitch, I wouldn't be in love with you like I am." "I'm so sorry." "I gotta go. I'm sorry too." I turned to leave. "Wait!" "What?" She paused for what seemed like forever. "You can kiss me if you want to. If this is it, I don't want you to go away with nothing but a bad memory. Please kiss me, just like we were in love." I sat stunned, staring at her as though she had just offered me a million dollars. "I can't," I said. "Why not?" "Because that memory would just make it harder for me to get over you. It would haunt me. I'd want it to last forever." "Are you sure?" "I would love nothing more than to kiss you, and hold you, and be with you forever - I've dreamed of nothing else for months now - but if it's only going to be for one moment, I'd rather die never knowing what that one moment would have been like." "You're a really wonderful guy, you know. You're the kind of person I should be totally and completely in love with, but for whatever reason, I'm not. All I wanted was just one kiss to remember you by. I'm sorry it can't happen." I had more to say, but I just turned and headed for the door, expecting to cry all the way home, and on into the night, pouring out all my heartache in a bittersweet juxtaposition of heaven and hell, of loving her completely and totally, but needing to tear myself away from her and let that beautiful love die once and for all. I was halfway to the door when I changed my mind however. I don't know why, but the thought of kissing her popped into my head and I realized I really was throwing away a million-dollar moment that I would never get another chance at as long as I lived. I turned around, and she looked up at me. I saw her tears and realized once again that I'd promised myself I'd always be there to comfort her when she was sad, I would always give her everything she ever asked. I went back to her and sat in front of her. We stared into each other's eyes, as I worked up the courage to reach out and capture the star I'd wished upon for so long. Finally I leaned in, closed my eyes and touched my lips to hers. The universe melted into mush: soft wet lips, sweet swirling tongues, sighing, and shivering. I'm not even sure how long it lasted. I heard her whimpering, and I didn't know why. I was lost in the taste of her sweet mouth, the smell of her panting breath, and the feel of her mouth on mine. Finally we broke away. "Damn," she said. "I wasn't expecting it to be that good. I'm all flustered now. You're a really good kisser." She was blushing and nibbling her knuckle, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. "It was the most beautiful moment of my life so far," I said, without exaggeration. "You can kiss me again if you want." I did, drawn in by the magnetism of her eyes. We kissed again, and this time held each other as we did. She kept whimpering, but this time she threw in a few moans as well. We kissed for the longest time, and I began to think about having to tear myself away from her and never experience this again. My heart broke right then, and I broke away and started crying again. "What?" she asked. "What's wrong?" "This is just the most beautiful moment of my life, and it's going to end soon and never happen again." "I'm such a bitch! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done this." "No, no, no! It's not like that at all. Yes, my heart is broken, but it's still a memory I'll cherish forever. Now that I've kissed you, I know that experiencing it far outweighs the torture of letting it go." "Kiss me again." "Again?" "Please." She was saying please to me. I was astounded. "Those first two were for you, but this time it's for me. I want to remember this forever too." I kissed her again, long and slow and sweet, making a memory of it on the stone gallery of her mind. Finally she broke away, with a sigh, and looked down at the floor for a moment. "I should go now." I got up and walked back to the door on shaking legs. I felt all twisted up inside, and gooey, and dizzy. "Wait," she said. "There's something else I want to give you." She had this silver chain I'd given her as a token of my affection. I gathered she was going to return it and send me on my way. She took me by the hand and led me downstairs to the basement den. She was hurrying. "What's up?" I asked. She was just standing there staring at me, as though confused about something, trying to figure something out. "Kiss me again, and this time don't stop." "Why?" I asked, getting a little frustrated now with my desire to flee the confusion and pain. "Just do it. I'll show you." I walked up to her and kissed her again. This time we faded backward and she pulled me down on top of her on the couch. It was everything I'd dreamed of, looking down on her like that, seeing her hair splayed outward beneath her like a halo. I was sort of lying beside her legs, only half on top of her, but it was still heaven. Being that close to her made me feel alive, like standing in the summer sun. We kissed for a while more and I felt her hands wandering all over me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Don't stop, just kiss me." Her hands wandered over me, and I rubbed her down a bit in return, her shoulders, her waist, her hips, her arms. I specifically avoided any areas that might bring our beautiful moment to a sudden, horribly awkward end. She took my hand though, and placed it on her breast. My heart went crazy inside me all of the sudden, swelling and thumping so hard that I thought my head would pop. Was this really happening? It was insane! I was actually feeling up her breast. She put my other hand on her other breast, without breaking our kiss, and she moaned a bit as I massaged and explored them above her shirt. Suddenly she pressed me off of her a bit, swung her leg underneath me and pulled me down to her again, between her parted thighs, nestling my crotch against hers, sending me into a mind-numbing tizzy of excitement. I wanted to ask her why she was doing all this with me, but I decided against it. I assumed she was just trying to "build a memory with me", before she let me go once and for all. My puzzled train of thought about it was derailed however when she began grinding against me with her pelvis, rubbing my privates with hers with only our pants to separate us. This went on for several more dizzying minutes until finally she broke the kiss herself. "Pull my pants down," she whispered. She was panting. Her eyes were glazed over with a far-away look which I later came to recognize as rampant female lust and arousal. At the time it just looked like everything gorgeous about her concentrated into a single intense gaze. I hesitated though. Where was this going? Was she just worked up in the moment? If she got me wound up and then stopped everything, it would be even worse for me in the end than simply missing out on a kiss. Part of me wanted to run away and bawl like a broken-hearted baby all the way home, but another part remained in the here and now and obeyed her. I reached down and unsnapped her button. Her fly came down and she lifted her ass off the couch as I peeled down her extremely tight jeans. They slid down her thighs, over her knees and down around her ankles. She lifted one leg out of them and kicked a bit until they let go of her foot. "Take my panties down," she whispered, breaking the kiss again. "Don't ask why. Just do it." I sat up a bit, slid her panties down her thighs, and she kicked them off her foot as well. I looked down and saw her pussy for the first time, a puffy little mound, topped with a light brush of soft adolescent pubic hair. Her pink lips were pouting downward toward the couch and I could see a glistening sheen of wetness on them. "Open my shirt," she said. I unbuttoned her shirt, slowly, trying to keep my hands from shaking, and finally peeled back the fabric, like curtains before a work of art. She unhooked her own bra, releasing the front snap with a twist of her fingers and her breasts popped out into full view. My breath caught in my throat. She was now completely naked before me - all the parts that mattered to a fifteen year-old boy anyway. "Take your shirt off," she told me. I did, shucking it off over my head and tossing it on the floor beside us. Her hands ran over my chest and stomach and she pulled me down for another kiss. Her nipples poked up into my chest and I pressed myself hard against her, as though I could absorb the beauty of her into myself somehow. What now? I thought. I was dazzled. I was dumbstruck. I didn't know where this was going, but I knew I was happier than I'd ever been in my life. "Take your pants off," she said. This was leading directly toward sex, it seemed. It was safe to assume that now. I guessed we were going to be going all the way very soon. My mouth hung open in awe that didn't seem to want to fade. I sat up and pulled my pants and underwear down. She looked down at me and her eyes widened a bit. I got back onto her and laid it down across her belly, pressing the base of it against her clitoral hood. She shuddered, reaching down to stroke it ever-so-gently. "I knew it," she said. "What?" "You are big down there. I saw it a few times, bulging in your pants, while we were just sitting around, but I didn't think it was this big." "You're not supposed to be checking out your friends' dicks!" "What can I say, I'm a curious girl." "Are you okay with it? Is it too big?" "It should be okay. I'm a virgin though, so you'll have to take it easy." "You're what!? You're a virgin?" "Yes. The most I've ever done was feeling a guy up and getting felt up myself. I thought you knew that." "Well I never really asked. You talked about messing around with guys. I just assumed you meant going all the way." "No way. It never got that far. It was never the right time for me, if you know what I mean." "So why are you doing this with me? Why now?" She sighed and gathered her thoughts. My dick was leaking a bit in anticipation, and I could feel her wetness on my balls. Waiting was torture, but I had to know what was going on. "I guess I just want to lose my virginity with someone who deserves it. You've done nothing but act like the perfect friend to me since the day I met you. You've been there through everything with me the past few months, and all I did was drag your poor heart through all my bullshit. I guess I just want to repay you for your friendship, partly, and partly I just want to have a memory that my first time was with the nicest guy on earth, even if I didn't love him the way he loved me. Please don't say no. I know this will hurt your heart in the end, but please, let's do it anyway, just for the sake of it. The time is right. Right now." "I do love you. I still do. I always will I think, deep down in my heart. You only get one heart to give away. After that it's only scars and scraps. This will probably destroy me completely when it's done and I have to walk away forever, but it will be worth it." "Who says you have to walk away?" Then she pulled me down for a kiss. I laid down on her again. My cock pulled down across her slit with the motion and she moaned as it sawed over her clit. She reached down and fondled the shaft of it and I shuddered. It felt so nice, like a dream that you can feel. "So we're really gonna do this?" I said. "I'm not gonna say no to you now," she answered. I was running the head of it up and down across her clit, the way my ex-girlfriend liked, and she was getting wetter and shakier by the second. "Do you have a condom?" she asked me. "I'm not on the pill or anything." "I wasn't planning to be in this position. Sorry." Would she stop me now? "That's okay. Just let me up. I have some in my bedroom. The school nurse was handing them out in class one day. I wasn't expecting to ever need them either, but here we are." She got up from underneath me, ran upstairs with her pants dragging along by one ankle, and fetched a condom from her bedroom somewhere. She fetched a couple in fact. "Just in case," she said. She got underneath me again, spreading her legs open for me to mount her. I rolled the condom on, staring lustfully at her now flowing wet pussy. She was so wet you could see the juices everywhere now. I leaned down to kiss her again. "Ready?" I asked. "Wait. One more thing. Let me get a towel, in case there's blood." She got up from underneath me, still dragging her pants behind her, and shuffled to the bathroom. She was back in seconds with a bright white towel which she spread over the end of the couch before sitting down on it again. Then she laid back and spread again, inviting me into her virgin womanhood. "Now I'm ready. Go ahead." She was trembling all over though, and her hands looked like they couldn't stop shaking if she wanted them to. Her eyes locked onto my cock and I rubbed it up and down across her clit again, and she moaned softly. "That feels good," she said. "I'm gonna put it in now, okay?" I was shaking like a frightened child myself, pumped so full of hormones that the room seemed to spin around us. "I don't think it's gonna fit. Give it a try." I stroked it down from her clit to her oozing wet vaginal opening. I pressed it in and felt the slightest tug of her hymen as it resisted my advance. It stretched to the brink of tearing and then suddenly gave way with a soundless snap. My cock popped into her, about an inch and a half into her sexual innocence and she was suddenly no longer a maiden. She gasped, then grunted as I thrust a little deeper. She tensed, trembling hard. Then she told me to "hold on a second," and she adjusted her ass on the couch beneath me. My cock went in a bit more with the motion and I gasped a little myself at the incredible pleasure of it. She was hot and snug around me and flowing with curious little motions she could not restrain. We were both trembling and shaking, but we hung on to each other tightly. I held her thighs and she held my forearms. "Wow. It's throbbing," she said. "I can feel it. It's so big." I pressed more of my length into her, feeling the gooey wet walls of her tighten around the advancing length of my cock. Then I pulled back and went in again a few times, smearing myself around inside her lubricious female arousal. "Wow. Oh, wow." It wasn't the most intelligent or romantic thing to say in that moment, but the ecstasy of motion inside her was reducing my brain to jelly. "God, that's nice," she replied. "... Hardly hurts at all." I gave her a few more exploratory thrusts, gaining more depth inside her each time. It was sweet liquid pleasure all around me. I slid back and forth inside her, in and out, gradually growing deeper. She squirmed herself around underneath me as well, exploring the feel of her first cock with the ghost of a smile hidden beneath the look of shocked lust that drowned her face. Her mouth was opened, and then closed, and then she was trying to kiss me. I pushed myself to the very bottom of her and dropped down to oblige her questing mouth. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded, pulling me deeper, adjusting the angle a bit, and then rocked her pelvis up and down beneath me with a hot sweaty half-smile. "It feels nice. I like it. Really nice. Move it in and out." I did. She responded with a motion of her own and we fit together in sweet perfection, stroking, sliding, touching in every place. I had to close my eyes for a moment. She was squeezing me and kissing me; it felt like love. "How's that feel?" I asked, slowly stroking in and out of her. My voice trembled weakly, shaken by the pounding of our hearts. She spread herself wider. "Go deeper, if you want. Yes. Like that. I want it all the way in me." "It's in as far as I can go." "Go deeper. I want more." I gave her a good hard thrust, trying to get deeper, forcing myself into her stretching little sheathe. She moaned like a little porn star beneath me, and ground upward into my sex. "Uh, fuck yeah! Damn that feels so fuckin' good." "I can't believe this is happening," I said. I wasn't used to her talking dirty like that. It made the whole scene seem even more surreal. "You all the way in?" "Uh huh." "Okay, do it. Make love to me." We made love there on the couch in her basement. It was slow sweet stroking, exploring pleasure, stretching and releasing, thrusting and retreating. In a way it felt like dying. Her legs were up in the air, her thighs against my waist, then they fell open again, down on the couch, her breasts swayed sweetly in time to our rhythm, up and down across her chest. Her hands gripped me, my shoulders, my ass, my waist, anywhere she could reach. "Faster. Harder. Please. It feels so good." "Are you sure?" I asked, not wanting to hurt her. "Please. I want it." I sped up, going deeper each time, hitting her a little harder, and she responded eagerly, like she'd been fucking all her life. I could only assume she'd had a lot of practice in pleasuring herself, and now that she had the real thing, she was going crazy. I'd been going slowly, so as not to overwhelm myself in her ecstasy, but my orgasm was approaching now. So I pulled out of her and got myself up on the couch, pulling her up to mount me. It took her a few seconds to get me back in her tight little pussy again, but it bought me some time. She rocked, and bounced, and bumped me, clumsily trying to fuck me in this new position as I just sat there enjoying the moment. Finally I took her by the hips and guided her into a fluid up and down motion, spearing her little pussy open with each of her sexy little pelvic swoops... "It feels deeper all the sudden," she said. We moved together like this for a few more minutes, with me inside her, but as she got used to the motion she became more fluid at it and was driving me toward coming again, so I pulled out and laid her down again, sliding myself slowly back into her after teasing her pussy with it for a good 45 seconds or so. "I want it inside me. Put it back in." Wow. She was insane for cock already. It was dazzling. "Umm," she said, feeling it slide inside again. "I love that. Go harder." My cock was inside her all the way, hard and thrusting, and then it was yanked out again. She mewled and squirmed beneath me, trying to match my pace, and the sexiness of her pushed me over the edge. It wasn't long until she had me near coming again. I simply surrendered to it this time and finished myself off inside her with several long pounding thrusts that made her yelp with delirious ecstasy. I was coming. I poured everything inside me out into her with a shuddering cry. She thrust herself upward to receive it. I clung to her, feeling our hearts pounding against one another, as though they were trying to meet, and finally I let go and dissolved into her embrace with a happy little moan that made her shiver beneath me. I lay there for a long time, just feeling her motions beneath me, smelling her skin, and feeling her pussy throbbing all around my cock. It felt like I was waking up from a glorious dream. She stroked at my hair softly, and I lay there on top of her panting and trembling, feeling myself trapped inside her hot and squeezing little pussy. I never wanted the moment to end. She was my god in that moment. "I love you," I said. "I love you like bombs going off inside me--burning heat and power, wrecking me inside, and it feels like death, but I know I'm still alive somehow." "I'm so happy we did this." I slowly pulled myself out of her, and tugged the condom off. There was blood on the towel. Not a lot, just enough to tint it pinkish in a heart-shape beneath her pussy. "You okay? Did it hurt?" "Of course it hurt, silly," she said, and she was smiling. "I'm glad we did this too." "But are you still ending our friendship?" "I don't know. I honestly don't know. Things have changed now, since I got here today." "Yeah. They have." "In a nice way, I guess, but I still feel like I'm on the outside looking in." "Can you go again?" she said, changing the subject. "Do you want to?" "I do." She wiped my cock down with the towel, and I rolled another condom on. This time she straddled me again as I slouched on the couch. She got me back inside her and we did nothing but kiss and fondle as she ground herself up and down and back and forth on me. She was trying to make herself come, I could see it on her face. I reached down and began massaging her little pink apex and she nodded vigorously in approval. Suddenly her pussy was churning on me like it was trying to wring another load out of me by force. It was absolute bliss, even with a condom on. "Oh, my- Ooh. Don't stop. Not yet!" I was slowing a bit, trying to avoid coming before she did, and this apparently bothered her, interrupting the internal rhythm her pleasure was pacing itself with in pursuit of an orgasm. I resumed grinding upward and she moaned lewdly, nodding once again. I was suddenly coming once again though, feeling her tight, swirling pussy walls massaging irresistible ecstasy into me. She caught up with me moment's later though, when she felt the throbs of my ejaculation and knew it was soon to be over. We climaxed together and she flopped down onto me, dropping her head onto my shoulder and shaking like a leaf in my arms as I pulsated inside her. "Beautiful," she stammered. "So beautiful. I can hardly believe it." "This is the best dream I've ever had," I told her. She kissed me, appreciatively and said, "That's why I chose you. That's why right there. You're so sweet to me." Then I changed the subject. "Do you think you could ever love me? I mean this is so beautiful being together like this. Doesn't this change your mind at all?" "It might, if we make a habit of it." "Let's make a habit of it then." We untangled ourselves and got dressed again. She wasn't sure when her parents would be home and she didn't want to be caught. We opted for a snuggle on the couch which was made more beautiful than ever with our newly developed affection for one another. I felt all gooey and giddy and I couldn't stop kissing her every two minutes. Finally her parents got home and we moved to separate ends entirely. Her mom greeted me pleasantly, completely oblivious to the fact that I'd just finished deflowering her daughter. We watched TV for a while, after her mom went back upstairs, and soon we found ourselves full out necking again, deeply and passionately. "I wanna do it again," she whispered. "I love having you inside me." I of course had a hard-on tearing through my jeans and she rubbed it with trembling hands. "Your parents are home!" "Spill your drink on me, on my pants." "Why?" "Just do it." I poured my drink across her lap and she jumped up with a squeal of shock. "Uhg! Now I'm gonna have to change! I'll be right back." She winked at me and headed upstairs. "He spilled his drink on me!" she told her mom. "Did any of it get on the couch?" "Nope. It's okay. I'm just gonna change." "He should get going home soon." "Yeah, in about 20 minutes." She came back downstairs five minutes later wearing a thigh-length skirt. "Grab that blanket over there," she said. "Just in case my mom comes down." I grabbed it and laid it beside my thigh. "Put this on," she said, pulling a third condom from her bra. I quickly tugged my pants down and rolled it onto my erection. She took a fast glance toward the stairs, and listened for her parents. Then she flipped her skirt up, exposing her bare naked pussy once again - she had apparently ditched her panties for convenience's sake - and the next thing I knew she was dropping her ass into my lap and guiding my cock back inside her. It was wonderful all over again. She sat there, bouncing up and down on my cock, trying not to make the couch squeak, and I clung to her hips, driving myself in and out of her with excited upward thrusts. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I whispered. "It feels so good! I'm gonna be fuckin' sore tomorrow, but damn this is nice. Come on, baby. Slam it. Make it ache." "You're crazy! Your mom's right upstairs!" "I don't know why, but the size of you feels so... It hurts like hell, but it... Uh, fuck!" I slammed it up into her, banging her hard, and she buried her face in my neck, trying not to scream. She grunted softly instead and continued fucking me without a pause. Her pussy squeezed at me with a crushing grip as it was dragged on and off again, and I assume she was frantically diddling her clitoris with one hand, but I couldn't see it. She was twitching and flinching though and that was the only reason I could think of to account for it. She came before I did this time, and bit into the heel of her hand to keep from crying out. I felt the spasms of it, milking me, and I soon joined her in the flooding ecstasy of climax, hugging her tightly to me as I released my love into her winding, welcoming womanhood. She fell back against me, panting hard, and trembling, turning her face to kiss me. "Had enough?" I asked, with a grin. "I could do this all night," she said, subtly shifting herself around on my cock a bit, enjoying the feel of it like a child playing with a new toy. "Some virgin," I said. "You're acting like a seasoned veteran here." "What's wrong with enjoying a nice sexy fuck?" "Nothing," I said. "Not a thing." We heard footsteps upstairs and she leapt off of me. She threw the blanket over me and dashed to the couch on the opposite side of the room. I yanked my pants up without even removing the condom and zippered myself up in a fast panic. The footsteps moved off though, returning to where they had come from. "You should go," she said. "Not that I want you to leave, but it's getting late." "Same time tomorrow?" She got up and kissed me again. "If you can handle it, I wouldn't mind." I left a few minutes later and walked all the way home, arriving at my door at around midnight. I flopped onto my bed and had the best sleep I'd had in years. Our affair went on for a couple more months, with us mostly sneaking in quick fucks while her parents were upstairs. The safest position we discovered, was me doing her from behind in the bathroom doorway. If they came down, all she had to do was duck into the bathroom, and I just had to wander away and zip up my pants. It wasn't the most romantic sex, but it got us off. She eventually went on the pill too, eliminating the need to dispose of two or three messy condoms a night. We spent quite a few wonderful evenings alone too though, and those were my favourite times. I loved making love to her in her bed, completely naked, feeling her legs wrapped around me as I plunged myself in and out of her responsive little pussy, coming with the freedom to cry out as loud as we wanted. Then we would snuggle for a few minutes and do it again. We always left my clothes in the upstairs bathroom though, just in case they came home unexpectedly. I would simply dash into the bathroom and get dressed, pretending I was in there merely to take a piss or something. She meanwhile would throw her clothes on in her bedroom, telling her mom, she wanted to quickly change while I was in the bathroom. Her mom commended her discretion, little knowing the truth behind her flustered looks and slightly sweaty skin. "These pants are too tight," she said. "It's a struggle to even get them on anymore." "You're really filling out, my dear. We better take you shopping again soon." We also exchanged oral sex occasionally too, just for the fun of it, but our favourite activity was outright fucking, hard and passionate, draining each other of all the pleasure we could get. It was the best few months of my life as a young man and I still remember it fondly to this day. It ended though, in the fall, when puberty had done some nice things to her young body, and she returned to school with a hot sexy rack, and a sweetly swaying ass, bound tightly inside her extremely tight jeans. Chris began to notice her more and more, and much to my dismay, she found herself falling for him all over again. It was cruel and cutting, but it happened. The next thing I knew, she was his girlfriend and our affair was over. He had her heart and there was nothing I could do about it. The months of constant sex had healed me though, made me stronger inside, more confident, more self-assured. Getting told you have the most wonderful cock on the face of the earth as a hot chick bounces up and down on it does wonders for even the most fragile ego. I was hurt when she broke it off with me, but not destroyed. I found myself another little cutie named Marcy a few weeks later and we became quite an item. Very little can match the passion of your first love though, when you're fresh and new, unstained and unjaded, freely ready to throw yourself into it without looking back. This is what I had with Patricia, and what she apparently felt for Chris. I did end up falling in love with Marcy, but it was not as scary and crazy and pure as my love for Patricia. It hasn't ever been since. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-02-28 Last Modified: 2007-04-03 / 04:06:37 pm Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------