Part 2.

It was Saturday afternoon and I was back scrabbling in my wardrobe with my mom standing outside watching me.

"A date?" she asked, surprised. I could tell she was slightly concerned with this sudden change in our routine.

I came out grasping a black sparkly top and black pleated skirt. "Do you think I should wear tights?" I asked as I slipped out of my top and jeans. "Or stockings?" I was already wearing black underwear. I gave a little squeal of impatience. Nope. No tights or stockings. Go bare. Bare is good.

Mom didn't say anything and just raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, un huh," I said, trying to explain. "A boy I met yesterday at college. We um did an assignment together. He's nice. It's no big deal. He um asked me out and I said yes. I'm meeting him next to the tube and bus interchange and we're just going to hang out in the city. Do a bit of shopping and stuff."

"He likes to shop?" laughed mom. "He sounds a keeper. What's his name?"

I finished dressing and turned so that mom could sort out my hair. "Rick. Rick Derringer."

Mom seemed impressed. "Hmmmmm, that's quite the moniker. Is he cute?"

"Mooooooooooooom!" I sighed and she laughed.

"What time you meeting him?" she asked.

"In a couple of hours or so. Twoish. Sorry for the short notice. Can I get a ride?"

Mom was still drawing the heavy brush through my hair. "Oh, I was always going to drive you there, sweetie."

She put the brush on my dresser and pulled my hair back so she could tie a ribbon around it.

I bounced forward and did a twirl in front of her. "How do I look? What do you think?"

Mom looked me up and down. "I think this Rick Derringer is a very lucky boy."

*

He was already waiting for me as mom pulled up to the curb.

I turned to her and gave her a stern "stay in the car!" look. She just laughed as she undid her seatbelt and opened the door.

"Mom," I hissed. "MOM!" Too late. Dammit!

I grabbed my small bag and scrambled to get out of the car before standing for a second to smooth everything down before slipping the strap over my shoulder.

Rick sat on the top step of the stairway leading into the bus concourse. He stood up when he saw our car pull up and raised a hand when we both got out.

Mom gave him a wave and leaned towards me. "Handsome," she grinned. "Pick you up at five okay?"

"Five!" I called over my shoulder as I was already halfway up the steps.

I stopped and waited until mom pulled away giving her a quick wave. Then, feeling suddenly awkward, I turned to face my date. He seemed frozen to the spot and didn't say anything but just gawped at me as I gathered my wits and went up to meet him. 

"Hi," I said.

He just nodded and slowly looked me up and down.

"Hi." he croaked. "You look," his voice tailed off as I stood there with my black blouse sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun.

"Maybe we should go someplace," I said, breaking the spell between us. "We could go in the Mall and look around."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Wasn't thinking. Sure. Um, after you." He stepped to the side and slipped in beside me as went down the walkway to the shopping centre.

*

An hour or so later and we had pretty much done the tour. A couple of bookshops, chain stores, boutiques, and the big department store that had a huge electronics section where we fiddled around with various mobiles, tablets and typed gibberish onto laptop screens.

We chatted about this and that and our obvious nervousness slipped away though I knew that he was still much more reserved and circumspect than I was.

He never touched me once. Always stood respectfully close and I guess he just didn't want to appear too forward. At least I hoped it was that.

The mall was packed as usual on a Saturday and as we made our way through the crowds, I once again found myself being stared at as people walked by. Some even stopping in their tracks to turn and stare at me before moving on. 

I glanced at Rick.

He had a knowing smile on his face as though he understood what was going on. He suddenly stopped.

"Hey, what say we get a bite to eat?"

He twisted around and we were so close I could smell the leather of his jacket as he checked his bearings.

"Eh, there's a couple of restaurants in that direction as well as some cafes and over there are the cookouts."

"Oh, I'm easy," I replied as I stood on tiptoe and shouted in his ear over the noise of the crowds. "Burger, large fries and a coke will do."

"Okay, McDonald's it is." he laughed.

*

"Mmmm." I breathed as I savored the first bite of my burger and then took a sip of coke through the long straw.

Oh my, that was delicious. We sat on the first floor at a window seat where we could look out at the people milling around below. I  loved watching the world go by whenever I'd come with friends or parents to the big city.

Rick was chewing on a bunch of fries just watching me. "What's it like?" he asked.

"Like?" I mumbled around another mouthful of burger.

He began to unwrap his meal. "Being the center of attention. You're like some kind of magnet."

"Oh, that," I muttered, coughing slightly as I took another sip of coke. "It's something I've gotten used to I guess. I mean, I can't do anything about the way I look other than putting a bag over my head or something."

He smiled at that. "Now that would be a crime."

"I take after my Great Grandmother. I look just like her. My Gran has a photo of her and it's really weird to see how much we are alike. It only get's awkward when people have to talk to me. Once they get to know me the staring thing isn't so bad. I just try to be normal and not get stuck up or uptight about it." My voice trailed off as I turned my head to look out of the window.

I could feel him staring and thinking about what I said. He had finished his meal and had both elbows on the table in front of him with his fingers clasped together and his chin resting on the top.

"Tom Thumb." he said suddenly.

I turned back to him puzzled. "Excuse me?"

"Tom Thumb. An old movie from the sixties, I think," He nodded. "You're the fairy from Tom Thumb."

What on earth was he talking about?

"I am?"

He sat back. "I knew you reminded me of someone. It's her. The fairy. The story goes that Tom Thumb has a friend who he has adventures with. A trooper. Who one day goes into the forest and comes across a woodland fairy who disappears in front of him.

The next day he goes back and there she is again only this time she doesn't disappear but waits for him sat on a log. They talk and she tell's him all about the fairy folk and how fairies and normal humans shouldn't mix. Over time they fall in love but the only way they can be together is if she gives up her fairy magic.

In the end, his love for her wins her over and she becomes normal just like him and they live happily ever after. You're a woodland fairy. That's why people stare at you. You're different. You have the look of the fairy about you."

I sat staring at him when he finished. I was speechless. Everything around us seemed to fade away into a soft haze. It felt like we had gone beyond a simple date into something more important and emotional. I wanted him to know his words had affected me deeply. I could feel how much I wanted to be with him. For me to be his and for him to be mine.

I sat forward with both hands clutched to my chest. I was staring at him more intently than I had ever stared at anyone before and his eyes widened as he sat back.

"Are you my trooper?" I whispered.

On the wall behind him, the clock was telling me it was time to go.

*

Mom was already there parked up and waiting for me.

A light breeze had picked up and the September sun had begun to slip behind the dark silhouettes of the cityscape. I stopped and turned at the top of the steps feeling sad that our date was nearly over.

We still hadn't touched other than when he used his hand to guide and protect me as we moved through the crowds.

He had his hands in his pockets and was slowly rocking back and forwards on his heels with his thick brown hair ruffling in the breeze. I'd always got the impression that he was kind of holding himself back and not wanting to say too much. For whatever reason, I had no idea.

Looking down the steps, I could see mom leaning against the side of her car watching us.

"Thanks, I had such a nice time, Rick."

He nodded. "I'm glad. Same here," He had started to blush. "You look absolutely beautiful by the way."

Oh, there was that warm giddy feeling again. Making a decision, I quickly stepped up to him and kissed him lightly on his right cheek and I felt him gasp at my sudden display of emotion.

"See you in class," I said and skipped down the steps leaving him staring at me as I gave mom a hug.

*

The drive home was a mostly silent affair. I was lost in my thoughts as I stared out of the window. Beside me, mom kept her thoughts to herself as she concentrated on the road.

"Mom," I asked suddenly. 

"Hmmmmm?"

"Do you know about Tom Thumb?"

*

Monday morning class arrived with Sally waiting for me as I got off the bus. She didn't say anything but looked at me brightly. I just nodded at her and walked into college without saying a word. I could tell she was fit to burst.

His chair was empty as we entered the class and a flush of disappointment swept over me as I took my seat. I took out my books and flicked through them idly not really in the mood to get started with Shakespeare 101. Sally gave me a sudden nudge and nodded towards the door.

He was here and I felt the warm wave of anticipation wash over me as he walked up the stairs and stopped. He was wearing a blue striped shirt under his leather jacket and a pair of smart black slacks and black shoes.

"Hello." he said.

Sally was all ears and chewing on the end of her pen pretending to look the other way.

I got to my feet and we stood looking at each other for a moment as a few curious glances turned our way including our teacher who was writing prep on the whiteboard.

I suddenly felt the devil in me and the urge to do something naughty so I deliberately moved towards him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips that surprised not only me, but him, Sally - who's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head, the curious who murmured amongst themselves and Miss Elsender who hid a huge smile behind a book.

"Hello yourself," I said, biting my lip at the look on his face.

He stood there looking like someone had slapped him. It was only when he realized the whole class was staring at us did he go and take the seat behind me. 

I sat down and went back to flipping through the pages of my book as Sally gawped at me in silence to my left.

Oh my. That had been oh so satisfying.

*

Monday became Wednesday that led to Friday.

On Monday, during a mid-morning break in class, I had asked him if he'd go out on another date with me. I was still seated but twisted around so I could talk to him. Behind me, I could imagine Sally eagerly taking notes.

He looked surprised, "Um, actually, I was going to ask you out to the movies tonight. It's the only night I've got free due to work. But sure, absolutely."

"Good. Meet at the same place as Saturday about five thirty?"

"Yeah. Okay." 

So Monday was cinema date night.

We met up, did the movie thing, and this time he gave me a peck on the cheek as we saw mom waiting to take me home. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me on the lips but, well, I figured he chickened out with mom watching. At least we were going in the right direction as he had held my hand as we left the movie theater. He was old-fashioned to the point of distraction.

Wednesday began with a knock on the door from the mail man. Mom went to answer it and came back into the kitchen where I was eating breakfast.

"For you." she said and handed me a slim package.

For me?

She sat opposite and sipped her coffee as I gave her a look.

I pulled the package open and "Oh."

"Maybe you should go watch it before class," she smiled. "You've plenty of time."

*

The trooper stood open mouthed as he came upon the woodland fairy.

She was dressed in a tight white bodice with short billowy sleeves, a flowing blue and yellow flowered dress and white stockings with black slippers. She had beautiful long curly sandy blonde hair that had a flowery band at the front.

The trooper stared at her as she realized someone was watching her.

She turned around slowly and their eyes met. She raised a hand to her mouth in fright and disappeared into thin air.

I paused the DVD as I lay on my bed watching the movie on my tv.

The fairy did look like me. My hair was a little darker with a more auburn tint. My eyes and eyelashes much more defined but she bore a striking resemblance to how I appeared over all. But there was something more. Something about the story on a much more spiritual level.

I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I had felt something building within me these past few days. A kind of deep yearning that wouldn't be denied. The desire to do it. With him.

I changed into a sweat top and clean pair of pressed denim jeans and made my way downstairs for a quick bite to eat before I headed to college for the afternoon class.

My mind was racing as it tried to keep up with the surging force of my sexuality that was making my heart sing and me feel light headed all at once. I needed to figure shit out. Serious shit. I wasn't on the pill. Did mom have any? What about the morning after one's? Maybe if I asked him to buy some condoms. Ugh, no. I didn't fancy that at all. Me asking and him using them that is. No, if we were going to do it then we were going to do it properly. It was going to be the whole wham bam thank you mom deal.

I glanced up at mom. Should I tell her? At least let her know how I was feeling and what I wanted to do sooner rather than later. 

Another thing. Where and when to do it.

Not here. Mom would be okay I guess if pushed but the old man would flip.

At his house? Hmm nope. Too many people around. Family. Sisters.

I sighed. Where then?

The answer came out of the blue.

Mom was frying up some eggs and bacon for a sandwich. "Oh, by the way," she said above the crackling. "Your Gran is going away for the weekend on some sort of day trip with her friends. A coach thing. She'll be gone a couple of days and she asked if you would be willing to sleep over and keep an eye on the house for her. It'll just be for Saturday night. I'd do it but I have things to do here."

Holy shit. There it was.

"Um, sure mom. No problem." I said trying not to sound so eager. 

There was the opportunity. Now all I had to do was ask him. 

Oh wait, hang on. Ask him what? Hey you, my ovaries are complaining. Can you come over to sort them out?

 Uh geez. The more I thought about my little adventure, the more scared I got. It never occurred to me that asking him if he wanted to sleep with me would be a problem. I'd just assumed he would jump at the chance to screw me silly. I mean, what boy wouldn't?

I automatically assumed he'd had girl friends before. He was most definitely cute. He probably had had more sex than I had hot dinners. I sighed. Stop thinking like that. Never presume too much. What if he said no. Oh boy, that would be as awkward as hell. I'd really have to talk to him seeing as it was my first time.

My first sexual experience. I sat slowly chewing as I imagined what it would be like and what he'd do to me. I had a belly full of butterflies thinking about that one. I wasn't born yesterday but I needed someone to talk to and I knew just the person.

*

Sally looked up as I came to sit beside her. I had called and arranged to meet her earlier than normal at college and that I needed her advice. 

She sat listening as I told her what I intended to do. She didn't say anything for a moment as she sat chewing thoughtfully on her gum. She reached up, took the gum out of her mouth and stuck it on the corner of the desk. She had her game face on.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she asked bluntly. "Have you thought it all through? Like precautions, time and place that sort of thing?"

I nodded.

She gave a grunt and sat sucking her teeth. "Do you love him?"

What?

Love?

I hadn't really considered that. But feeling as I did there was really no doubting that I did. Every thought, every little sensation and moment near him meant the world. I nodded again, finding it difficult to speak.

"He'll be your first, right?" she asked.

Another nod.

She reached across and gave me a hug. "Lucky bastard," she whispered in my ear and we both laughed and got teary.

Afternoon class passed in an emotional blur. Sally kept grasping my left hand under the desk and giving it a squeeze. She glanced behind me at Rick who sat oblivious to our scheming.

"Does he know?" she had asked in the library.

"No," I said. "I was going to ask the teacher if I could leave class early and go wait here," I looked at my best friend. "I was wondering if you would tell him I was waiting for him in the library at the end of class. I'd ask him then."

Sally gave me another hug. "Sure. He'll be there. Even if I have to drag him by his ears."

At quarter to the hour, I packed my things away and got ready to leave. Sally looked up and smiled as I gave her a peck on the cheek. I turned and quickly skipped down the stairs without looking back and I could feel his eyes following me as I asked Miss Elsender if I could leave early as I wasn't feeling too hot. She nodded asking if I'd be ok and I said I would be fine and left the class and headed up towards the library where I took our window table and sat and waited.

*

A wait that felt like an eternity.

"Hi," he said, making me jump as I hadn't heard him approach as I stared out of the window in my own little world. He pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me as he put his bag down by his side.

Whatever I thought or imagined I was going to say to him disappeared like an early morning mist on a lake. Oh shit. How do I even begin to ask him about something like this?

I suddenly sat forward gripping my bag on the desk in front of me. 

"Duh..duh do you want to have sex with me?" I blurted out in a gasping whisper, making a face like I had sucked a lemon. Oh God. That was terrible.

His eyebrows shot up and disappeared under his low fringe. His mouth dropped open then popped shut again as his face flushed red.

I was still leaning forward staring at him intently making sure he couldn't look away. "Because I want to have sex with you."

It was out there. I had said it.

*

Friday class passed like a dream.

I had no idea what we were doing and Sally covered for me as I sat in a bubble of intense distraction.

He sat behind me and not a single word had passed between us all lesson. We were like ships passing in the night, each afloat in our thoughts. I was more than thankful when the bell rang so I could head for home.

To my surprise, I felt him step past me and by the time I turned to look at him he was already gone.

"Are you okay?" asked Sally softly. I nodded not looking at her. "C'mon," she urged. "Let's get you out of here."

*

Gran lived in an uptown cull de sac surrounded by lush green striped freshly mowed lawns, white picket fences and thick bushy Sycamores creaking in the wind. I stood at the door as mom got back into her car. "Keys!" she shouted.

I held them up and gave them a jiggle.

"Make sure you lock up!" she called out. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

I gave her a thumbs up and watched as she drove out of the square. It had gone ten as I closed the door and went and had a wander.

Gran had one of those places that reeked of old memories and antique furniture. I went upstairs and found myself standing in her bedroom in front of her double bed with its white blankets and flowery duvet cover. 

My heart suddenly ached and I closed my eyes feeling the surge of disappointment. "I'm not sure I can." someone whispered in my ear. I turned and walked down to the kitchen to get a bite to eat from the fridge.

The afternoon slipped slowly away as I sat in the living room reading a book I had brought with me. The evening sun painted my world in an orange glow with warm dappled rays flickering between the trees and in through the window. 

It had gone four and as each minute and second ticked by my heart got heavier and heavier. I slowly eased my head back and closed my eyes as I sat in the chair next to the fireplace. What was done was done. It had happened. There was no point worrying about it now. Monday morning would take care of itself.

I sighed. If only the ache in my heart would go awa...

There was a sudden knock at the door.

He was standing there looking nervous and faintly embarrassed.

"Hi," he smiled. He held up the slip of paper I had scribbled my Gran's address on in case he changed his mind. 

The world, my place in it, changed in an instant. I swear to God it felt like I was floating on air.

"Hi." I smiled shyly back.

*

We were sat at the kitchen table just talking.

Him about his work. Me about my Gran and her house. I had shown him the photo of her mother and how she and I looked like virtual twins though born many decades apart. 

"Oh wow," he breathed as he looked between the two of us. "That's a bit spooky."

I made a happy face. "Yeah, people say that all the time."

We both knew we were avoiding the inevitable.

The reason we were both sat here now. The elephant was most definitely sitting on the table between us.

I could feel myself tensing up. My chest felt tight and the whole area around my crotch was beginning to ache in the most delightful way. I was a bundle of sweaty anticipation and I was too scared to say anything. I think he knew he would have to be the one to make the first move.

He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip of juice.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "Maybe we should go upstairs or do you want to," His voice trailed off.

I blinked at him. What? Here? In the kitchen? 

I nearly burst out laughing.

"Upstairs," I told him. Definitely upstairs.

Suddenly self-conscious, I fiddled with my hair which was curled over my shoulder in a tied ponytail. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded as I watched him get up and go to the kitchen sink.

My eyes suddenly dropped to his crotch and I shivered all over like I had jumped into a cold shower. Oh my God. Here I go. The time had finally arrived. My sexual awakening. I swallowed hard as he came to stand before me.

I couldn't move. I felt glued to the chair as I realized my life was about to change forever.

He gave me a grin and held out his hand.

I took it and let him lead me towards the stairs.

I stopped and looked up at him. I had to tell him something. Something important.

"I... um," I stammered feeling my face flush bright red. "It's okay. I mean. Between us. You don't have to," I felt tears begin to well. "I went to the Doctors and and I'm okay."

He stared at me then lifted my hand to his lips.

*

I stood next to my Grandmother's bed as he went over and partially closed the bedroom curtains. A shaft of fading sunlight fell across the room as I listened to him moving around behind me.

"Maybe we should remove this," he said as he gathered the duvet and put it to one side. "Just in case." He then folded the blanket back to the bottom of the bed leaving the top sheet as the only covering.

I nodded as I tried to calm down. Everything in me seemed to be turned up to eleven and then some. He finished what he was doing and came to stand in front of me. I felt ridiculous. I still couldn't say anything and stood there shaking with my eyes fixed to the floor between us.

"Maybe we should toss a coin," he said. "Loser goes first."

I smiled at that.

"No, no," I said quietly. "I think I should go first. I want you to watch me go first." And I did want to go first. I had this overwhelming desire for him to see me undress for him. To remove my clothes and to let him take in my absolute nakedness and submission in this first moment between us.

He stepped forward suddenly making me take a step back, and I found myself standing in the shaft of sunlight that fell through the gap in the curtains. His hands were at his side, and I could see them clenching and unclenching in anticipation as I heard him inhale sharply.

I slowly reached up and undid the buttons of my pale yellow short sleeved blouse one by one. With each button undone, the blouse fell naturally open to reveal the soft skin of my upper chest and the billowy swell of my full breasts held in place by my plain white bra. I couldn't look at him, but I knew he was in awe at my every move. Feeling my breathing quicken into soft sighing gasps, I shrugged my shoulders and let the blouse fall to the floor. 

The clasp for my bra was at the front, and I reached up with both hands and carefully undid it and caught both cups as the weight of my chest pushed forward. Taking a deep breath, I dropped my hands and tugged the bra free leaving me standing there shivering as my bust fell to its natural shape with my dark nipples swelling quickly into hardness.

I raised my head and looked at Rick. He was breathing deeply and his right hand was across the front of his jeans.

I turned away from him with the unexpected thrill of putting on a show.

I was wearing a summer skirt that reached just below my knee, and I eased down the zipper at the side and stepped out of it leaving me only wearing a pair of high cut white panties.

Another sharp intake of breath.

I heard him mutter to himself and come a step closer.

I glanced over my shoulder then bent forward and eased my panties over my quivering backside and slipped them off to leave me facing away from him with my bare naked ass in full view. I stood there with my arms by my side, not moving with my head slightly stooped as he came to stand right behind me.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my right shoulder.

"Oh." I murmured, dropping my head back to rest it against his chest. 

Shivering as he laid his hands upon me, he then began to untie and unbraid my long hair. I eased my head to the side as I felt his lips gently whispering against my neck and the warmth of his breath making me swoon.

I could feel him smile against my skin.

"Did I ever tell you that you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen?"

"Uh huh," I murmured dreamily as I closed my eyes savoring the joy of his touch. Once my hair was undone, he ran his fingers through the long curly waves like he was unveiling a flower. I let him turn me to face him.

The hesitant shyness had slowly slipped away between us and the only thing that mattered now was to come together and be as one. My gaze dropped to his lips and something that had been truly missing between us.

"You haven't kissed me properly yet," I said to him. 

"Ah," he nodded. "I guess I haven't. Would now be a good time?" 

I felt his hands rest on my bare hips and slowly pull me towards him.

"Now would be the perfect time I think," I whispered as he lowered his face and placed his lips on mine in a long slow deep kiss as we grasped each other close. We were both breathless when we parted and he stepped back looking as shaken as I felt.

"Jennifer," he began.

I reached up and put a finger to his lips.

"Your turn."

*

Never in a million years did I ever ever think I would be about to lose my virginity on my Grandmother's bed.

I felt suddenly guilty as I knelt up on the mattress and turned to look at Rick who was staring at my backside as it rose up before him. Burning desire overcame any guilt I felt as my eyes dropped to his heavy hanging erection.

He placed a hand on my right butt cheek and gave it a firm squeeze before letting his fingers gently caress my hot flesh as he teased the dark divide between each cheek. I stopped still and let him enjoy and touch me in such an intimate way to his heart's content.

"I love your ass." he breathed as he let me go and I twisted around to lie on my back in front of him.

I raised my arms above my head and grasped the top brass rail of the headboard and laid back against the pillow with my hair splayed out like an auburn fan. He stood there looking down at me. Drinking in the sight as I raised a leg and squeezed my thighs together for my sex had started to burn inside me. 

How does on describe such emotions?

I had never felt more alive. I loved him looking at me. Appreciating me. Wanting me. Wanting to fuck me.

That word swirled around me as I saw his thing lengthen still further as his ardor captured him. He had always been polite and respectful, and I had never heard him cuss once. But here, now, was a time and place for us to speak honestly and openly about the things we wanted to do together and to each other.

From the moment I had seen him that first time, my imagination was already whispering strange and naughty things to me.

He was still staring as if he was afraid he'd wake up from some erotic dream and a simple touch would break the spell. His eyes were on the round bulb of my sex. He bent forward and rested both hands on the mattress and lent down further to place his lips on me there.

A gasp caught in my throat and a tingling spasm rippled down the walls of my womb.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered as I eased across the bed to let him lie next to me.

He laid by my side and rolled over to kiss me with my breasts pressed against his chest. Hmmmmmm. Each kiss was better than the last as he slipped one leg between mine. Instinctively, I opened myself further expecting him to push them apart and then cover me before entering my wet virgin pussy. Foreplay had never entered my mind as I imagined our passion would overwhelm us both and he would take me without hesitation.

But he had other ideas.

He winked at me as he slowly made his way down over my trembling body kissing various parts of me as he went. The pulse at my throat, the small hollow between my collar bone then teasing the bounty that was each trembling breast.

"Ohhh!" I gasped as his lips and tongue washed over each pained nipple as he swept the engorged tip back and forward until I cried out a sudden surge of warmth below. My breasts had always been sensitive to the slightest touch, bringing them to a boil. 

At my spasm, he lifted his head and grinned. "Nice tits."

I could feel the muscles and tendons of my groin begin to stretch wider apart as his weight settled on me. I had begun to undulate my crotch slowly up and down rubbing my sex against the hairs of his chest as he moved further down until he lay with his face above my vagina and stared intently at its weeping slot. I tensed and reached for him as I felt his breath on me as he let his finger tease apart the outer lips to reveal my womanhood to his gaze.

Then he licked me from top to bottom. And kept on doing it for what felt an age.

My first climax washed over me suddenly like a spring surprise. My thighs jammed together, and my hips spasmed and jerked as the orgasm faded away leaving me mewling and gasping with delight. Our hands were grasped together as he held me still with his tongue savoring the taste of my honey. I looked down and smiled weakly at him for my head was still flooded with a rainbow of colors.

"Oh, oh, that was," I gasped as I gulped in great lung full's of air. My moist slot felt slick, hot and ready. I really, really needed him to take me now.

Our eyes met and I gave him a brief nod.

He gave my sex a final kiss then got to his knee's between my open thighs and grabbed his engorged cock.

I blinked away the sweat and raised my head to see him manhandle it into position for it to enter me. It looked huge. Far too big to fit inside me.

I gasped an "Oh!" as I felt a hot sensation pushing past the outer barrier to my inner soul. That I was still a virgin was plainly obvious to him now. Another gasp escaped my panting lips as he pushed harder and the dreadnaught head of his member sank into me with a sudden sharp tearing sensation from within.

"Ow!" I winced as I jerked in his grasp as he held my hands tightly knowing that he had just taken my virginity.

He was sweating and breathing heavily as he waited till I calmed down and accepted his initial penetration.

"Fuck me, Rick," I whispered as I slipped my legs around his and raised myself in sexual submission.

"Okay. Okay. Get ready." he grunted and moved firmly over me. His hips thrust deliberately against me causing his long penis to push upwards and force its way deep into me through the walls of my vagina up towards my womb.

As his crotch smashed into mine with his heavy ball sack rebounding off my up turned asshole, I cried out loudly at the sudden invasion to my privates and struggled against him as he laid himself upon me still grasping both my hands in his. He forced them back until each was either side of my head and he shushed me to calm me down.

"Easy. Easy," he whispered, comforting me as I wriggled and gasped as another climax rose and fell.

Oh my God. The wind was knocked out of me, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with concern on his face. Below, deep inside of me, I could feel the length and weight of his cock gently twitching in my innards.

He placed his lips to mine, and the kiss we shared was as deep and memorable as it would ever be.

"Beautiful lady," he whispered urgently. "Keep still or this won't last very long."

I frowned at him. Oh. No. No, I won't move. I wanted this to last forever.

I was floating gently on the breeze and slowly sinking back down into this dream. I laid my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes again experiencing the wonderful sensation of having a man inside of me. I could feel the huge head of his cock pressing up against something so very tender, and each twitch of it sent a shiver running up and down my spine.

It was then I felt him slowly withdrawing, and I winced at the rawness at the opening to my sex. My hymen was obviously torn and I jerked in pain as he almost pulled out. Then he slowly pushed in again in a long deep stroke that had me curling around his body with my thighs clasping him close whimpering like a mad woman.

Oh geez, this was. "Ah!" I yelped as he suddenly pulled out almost to the root and shoved it immediately right back in until it rubbed against that particular spot and I yelled out loud as soon as he touched it.

He did it again. And again. Me yelping each time.

What the heck? Was that my g-spot? What the hell was it doing all the way up there? It felt like it was half way to China.

But, by God, it sure rang all the right bells in all the right places.

We were kissing madly now. Long emotional expressions of our desires as he continued to fuck me with increasing vigor. My breasts were aching insanely as they rubbed against his hairy chest. It was a proper fuck now. No holding back as he grunted away trying to hold back his ejaculation to prolong our pleasure.

Gran's old bed creaked and groaned as we fucked ourselves stupid. He had let go of my hands, and I slipped my arms under his and reached up to grab on to his shoulders as I buried my face into the side of his neck mumbling endearments and other gibberish.

We had been fucking for a good ten to fifteen minutes.

I had no idea how long sex was supposed to last. Every minute had me flailing and gasping in sheer delight as his hips pummeled away. His cock felt immense. A living battering ram that twitched inside me as it pressed up against the neck of my womb. He could continue fucking me for another hour for all I cared. Sex was absolutely fucking awesome and I loved it.

It was then I felt it.

His breathing changed and the long stroking of his penis had shortened into urgent stabbing thrusts as he began to mutter breathlessly in my ear.

He was losing control and instinct had taken over reason. He was about to come in me, and I wanted nothing more than to take his seed and climax along with him. I grabbed him tighter. Grinding my pelvis erotically against his as the muscles of my vagina rippled around his organ desperately trying to draw the spunk from his balls.

"Shit!" he groaned out loud, and a pained expression crossed his face.

I grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face up so I could look into his eyes as he came.

"Uhgh, Jen!" he gasped as he jerked and spasmed above me.

He gave a last desperate thrust, buried himself deep and let his sperm flow inside me with spitting bursts of fire. We kissed passionately as the warmth spread through me and I told him that I loved him.

*

We laid together for a long time.

I felt him slowly withdrawing as our lust cooled and we came to our senses breathing hard. 

"Am I heavy?" he asked as he eased up to look down at me.

"No, you will never be too heavy. I love this feeling." I replied honestly.

He laid his head on my glistening chest, and I lovingly stroked his damp hair. I could smell the sex of him in his sweat as we both laid there glowing in the late evening sunshine. After a moment, he raised himself to kneel between my aching thighs. I glanced down and we both watched his shrinking cock slip from my flushing pussy.

"Ah," he muttered. "Wait, I have something."

He twisted over and rummaged in the pockets of his jeans which were still on the floor beside the bed. He took out a handkerchief and carefully dabbed around the opening to my slot. After a moment, he folded it then handed it to me.

There were streaks of blood on it. My blood.

"Oh." I blushed and nodded. I stared up at him and placed the cloth against my lips. A keepsake. A memory to always remember no matter what the future held for us. I sat up and kissed him on his cheek as his hand cupped my face. 

He slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom where he came back with a wet cloth and hand towel. He stood in front of me cleaning himself up and then resumed wiping and cleaning my sex of his spend that was slowly seeping out of me.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" he asked. "To, you know,"

I laid back against the pillow still feeling wonderful and erotically charged. "Don't you want to do it again?" I teased him, biting my lip. I was already good to go again. I smiled to myself. Every moment I was around him I would be ready to go. I held my hand out and eased my thighs apart for him.

He grinned as he stroked his growing cock. "There will never not be a time I don't want to do it again."

He came into my loving embrace and made love to me as the late evening sun disappeared below the horizon.

*

An hour later, I stood at the bottom of the stairs in nothing more than my blouse and panties watching him as he slipped into his coat.

Our second act of love making had been as intense as the first with whatever hesitancy or inhibitions we had that first time long gone. We had done it the same way. Face to face. We just wanted to look at each other as we shared our common intimacy.

His cock was as strong as ever. I smiled at the thought of it. How does one show their love and devotion to such a thing? I would smile, laugh and sometimes giggle like a schoolgirl as it waved around before me like a drunken giraffe. Oh my, we were going to have such adventures together you and I. Work came between us this time, but there would be many more other times. We had all the time in the world to get to know each other and I fully intended to do so.

The fuck had been delicious. Longer. The initial lust gave way to a slower more enjoyable coupling. I'm sure if we had more time - or a whole night - we would have fucked a third, fourth, maybe even a fifth time for he seemed virile enough to last and I had a very eager beaver.

He opened the door and I ran into his arms before he could fully open it. I was practically crying with happiness. He hugged me tightly, holding me to him and running his hands through my hair, down to my hips and then to firmly grab my ass. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. I looked at them with surprise. What? Those were car keys!

"You have a car?" I asked him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged with a laugh. "You never asked me."

I swatted his arm.

He gave me a final kiss and walked down the path.

Halfway down he stopped suddenly and turned to walk back towards me as I waited hiding behind the door in case the neighbors saw me half naked. He stepped inside and kissed me again only this time more deeply as I clung to his shoulders. He had a glint in his eye.

"Not bad for my first time," he whispered in my ear. "Hope I did okay."

He let go of me and ran down the path and across the road to what I imagined to be his car.

What? His first time?

I slowly closed the door and went to get something to eat because I was famished.

*

The bus pulled into the college stop, and I stepped out into a misty September Monday morning. It could have been chucking it down with rain but I didn't care for the world was a technicolor wonder with birds singing and fairies dancing. 

Sally was waiting for me as I walked up to her. I gave her a small smile and blushed.

She grinned and gave me the biggest hug ever, and we walked arm in arm into college.

*

Part 3 and more to come.