The Birthday

Heidi was the captain of the school 1st team netball squad, standing 5’10 with light brown hair and deep blue eyes, with a lithe figure, and small firm breasts she had the perfect combination of looks and an easy going confidence belied by a kind and thoughtful nature which made her popular with both teachers and pupils alike but certainly not someone who would change to please others. For the last year she had been dating George, one of the backline stars of the school rugby team, he was lean and muscular with hazel eyes and brown hair, he had a certain arrogance and enjoyed being one of the lads whilst maintaining a level of academics that satisfied his teachers.

Heidi had recently celebrated her eighteenth birthday with little fanfare and this coming weekend was to be George’s eighteenth which would involve a party to be hosted at the nearby rugby club. Despite having dated for over a year and much to George’s frustration, their intimacy hadn’t extended beyond a great deal of kissing and an ever increasing amount of groping. In the last few months George had been allowed to put his hand inside her shirt and play with her breasts and in the last few weeks this had been extended to inside her knickers, though she had not been very overwhelmed by the impact of what he had tried to do.

Now, though, as they were both about to legally become adults, she was ready to cross that final bridge and give him a birthday treat of being the one to take her virginity. It was all planned, she would go to stay at his house for the weekend, on Friday night, which was the actual day of his birthday, his parents, having a good idea what was planned, had arranged to go out for dinner with friends, leaving the young couple free to explore themselves and each other. Heidi was not on contraception so had summoned up the courage to buy condoms from the supermarket. She had had to ask her friends advice on which ones to get, and she had secretly practised putting one onto a carrot, which had felt far from erotic. She had been given lots of advice on positions and what to wear by her mates but the reality was that most of her friends were equally inexperienced and they were mostly going on what they had read about or seen in films.

The big day came around, Heidi had agreed to meet at George’s house at 7pm, she first went home to shower, to shave her armpits and to wax her legs and vagina. She put on a pink thong and matching bra set, though she hardly needed one due to the modest size of her breasts, which stayed in position even when playing sport, and covered her lingerie with a crop top and hipster jeans which allowed her to show off her toned and flat stomach. She had never really worn make up so added just a hit of tinted moisturiser and lip gloss and topped it off with a few sprays of her favourite perfume. Lastly, wanting to look and feel mature for this special occasion, she straightened her shoulder length hair and packed her clothes and cosmetics for the coming days.

She had already agreed with George’s mum that she was to cook him a birthday dinner and his mother had kindly offered to get all of the necessary ingredients so she happily set off the short distance to his house, where his mother let her in and she began her preparations. She knew George had agreed to go to the pub after school with his dad so he could buy his father a legal pint and she was expecting him back about 7:30 PM, at which point his parents would go out and leave them to it. She had always got on well with George’s parents who had always been welcoming and kind to her. She had a particular soft spot for his dad, Richard with his twinkling blue eyes and never ending array of cringeworthy dad jokes, which made her laugh anyway.

As planned, the two men returned just after 7:30, Richard and June, George’s mother, got themselves organised and swiftly headed out. They had a pretty good idea that there was more than dinner planned for the two lovebirds that evening, and they wanted to give them their space.

After a long and lingering kiss with her man, during which she could feel his erection against her, she told him to sit down, poured him a beer, herself a small glass of wine and served him the dinner she had carefully prepared. They both enjoyed the meal but there was a tension in the air, they were both inexperienced in the world of sex but conscious that it was the main event on the agenda and after they had finished their drinks, Heidi rose to her feet, seductively beckoned him with her index finger and holding out her hand, led him to his bedroom.

She was very familiar with his room and most of their heavy petting had been conducted on his single bed but tonight it felt different. She closed the door and turned to resume their kiss, he wasted no time in moving his hands to her pert buttocks as their tongues caressed each other’s and she felt his hands rise up her back before pulling her top up and over her head. He fumbled a little undoing her bra strap and she removed her arms from his waist to help him and was soon stood topless in front of him. He pulled his own shirt off to reveal his muscular physique and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her.

His hands amateurly caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples, it hurt and she wondered if this was sensation most women enjoyed or whether he had seen it in one of the pornographic films she knew he watched from time to time.

She undid his belt and the top button of his jeans, she wished he was wearing less fitted trousers as she had to pull them down over his calves and thighs which left her nose facing his penis, encapsulated in his boxer shorts. He had been trying to encourage her to give him a blow job for a long time without success but today was his birthday and she released it and ran her hands along its length. She had seen and played with it before, she had made him ejaculate with her hands a few times but she had never felt ready to take it further. Opening her mouth, she took the tip and began to suck on it. It didn’t feel like anything was happening and she wondered if she was doing it right, George began thrusting roughly into her mouth which made her choke and she pulled away.

She decided to move on and stood up, undoing her own jeans and pulling them off her legs as seductively as she could manage, kicking them to the side of the room and giving him a twirl in her pink thong in the most suggestive way she thought possible. She saw the desire in his eyes and noticed that he was fully erect now. He wasted no time removing his own boxers and knelt to pull her underwear down as he kissed her bare mound. He then brought his hand up and roughly inserted his middle finger inside her. She winced at the sensation, she was definitely moist from the build up but he had not been gentle, she forced herself to relax and let him run his finger in and out of her, the sensation was nice and would hopefully get her ready for the main event but she was beginning to feel apprehensive and that was making her unintentionally tighten her vaginal muscles on his digit.

She gently pulled his hand away from her and leant to remove the condom from the pocket of her discarded jeans and taking his hand, pulled him towards his bed and knelt down to place the condom on his erect penis which was made much more difficult by the nerves but she managed it and lying on her back pulled him down onto her. As they kissed passionately, he tried to guide himself into her but it did not seem to want to go in the right place and she had to help him by taking hold of the odd feeling latex sheathed member and guiding it in.

Once he was in place, he pushed hard which made Heidi make an involuntary yelp of pain out as a sudden sensation shot through her, she knew it would hurt the first time but hadn’t expected it to be such a sharp pain. George hadn’t hesitated but kept thrusting in as hard as possible and within a couple of minutes, she felt his body tense and then relax as he ejaculated.

As he began to deflate, he pulled out and they both looked at the condom with the bright smear of her blood from her perforated hymen. Not quite knowing what to do next, he walked to the bathroom to remove the sheath and to clean the cum from his penis. Whilst she waited, she reflected upon the experience. She knew the first time was often not great and that it would get better but she had sort of expected it to be different to anything she had experienced before and it wasn’t. When he returned, they kissed as they lay in bed, after a while George began to harden again and she knew he was keen to try round two but she was sore and asked him to wait till after the party the next day.

The Party

The next morning, Heidi rose early and showered before making herself presentable and going to clean away the things from dinner. Richard had already gone out for his morning run and June asked how their evening had gone, a knowing look in her eye but did not probe beyond her wry smile and seemed content with the assurance that they had had a lovely evening.

George joined them a little while later and they sat at the table for a cup of coffee and a leisurely breakfast before they made their way to the rugby club to prepare for that evening’s celebration. Even before they left to go back to George’s house and get changed, people had started drinking, Heidi refused the offer several times, not generally enjoying the effects of alcohol, but George was less abstemious and as he added to his tally of drinks, she noticed several of his mates looking at her with the occasional wink and to her disappointment, guessed correctly that he had relayed what had happened between them last night.

On their way home, she asked him, “Did you tell your mates what we did last night?”

Despite already feeling a bit intoxicated, he saw the danger in her eyes.

“They sort of guessed,” he replied, which they both knew was not really true but she did not press it further.

She had planned, after the party, to make love to him again, this time to try the cowgirl move she had read about, where she would sit astride and ride him but now she wondered if he was going to be up to it. When they got back, she went to shower and put on the green fitted thigh length dress she had carefully selected, which would go very well with her knee length brown boots. She knew she looked great in the dress and the amount of looks she got from men proved it. She felt naughty as she had gone without a bra and the black thong was the skimpiest piece of lingerie that she wore and kept hidden from her mother.

Richard had offered to drive them both to the party and had said he would be waiting to pick them up whenever they were ready, June had gone to visit her sister who was unwell and would not be back until Monday. Heidi noticed Richard take in her appearance and looking her in the eye with a wry smile gave a wolf whistle which made her smile with amusement. George had sobered up a bit after a couple of cups of coffee and she had noticed his dad giving him a discrete bit of advice about watching how much he drank.

Soon they were on their way, George slipped his hand into hers and they smiled at each other, she was proud of her hunky guy and he was overwhelmed by how stunning she looked, she knew the sex would get better in time and was excited to continue to experiment later that night, it was actually a turn on to think that Richard might hear them and she felt herself dampening a little at the prospect.

Once they arrived, Richard drove off with a wave after reminding them to call him ten minutes before they needed picking up. The party was fun, there was a great DJ and they enjoyed dancing with each other as well as their respective friends.

One of the school creeps, known for having cheated on one of her best friends in the netball team, came up to her and leering, said, "If you want to know how it feels with a real man later, you know where to find me.”

She turned away from him disdainfully but noticed that George and the rugby lads were now passing round a bottle of tequila but it was his birthday party and she decided he should enjoy himself, they could try new things another night.

An hour later, he was sat outside on a bench retching with a pool of vomit on the floor. She had gone to look for him when she couldn’t see him outside and found him there. None of his friends had shown much interest, merely laughing at his condition and then carrying on but it was clear his evening was over. She took her phone from her clutch bag and called Richard.

“Hi Richard,” she said as he answered with his usual jolly tone, “I’m afraid George has overdone it a bit. Are you able to pick us up, please?“

He didn’t hesitate. “No worries, on my way,” he said and put the phone down.

She used some tissues to clean his face and was gratified that some of her friends came to see that she was ok and ask if they could help, but she could tell they were unimpressed with his behaviour and soon went to resume their partying. It wasn’t long before Richard arrived and with a comforting smile to Heidi, he got his arm under his son’s shoulder, lifted him easily up, and walked him to the car.

He looked at his watch and, realising it was still quite early, said, “Shall I come back for you later, Heid?” using the abbreviated version of her name.

“No," she said, "I’ll come back now, my feet hurt anyway.” And she jumped in the back of the car.

George was fast asleep before the car had even moved and Richard, knowing his son’s girlfriend would be disappointed with how the evening had played out, engaged in small talk with Heidi, keen to keep her spirits up and they were quickly back at the house. He gave her the door keys and asked her to open the door and picked up his son, putting him over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and carried him up to his room.

Looking at her, and seeing the look of disappointment on her face, he smiled and said, “I was just watching some slightly funny chat show when you called, would you like to join me, I think we deserve a glass of wine for being such devoted parents and girlfriends. I’ll just get him a bucket in case he wakes up feeling sick.”

He quickly returned with the bucket as she was removing her boots, the angle of her leg gave him a view straight up her dress to the black lacy thong and he blushed.

She smiled slightly at his embarrassment and said, “I’m just going to put something more casual on and I’ll join you.”

Recovering his composure, he responded cheekily, “Don’t change on my accord” and drifted away downstairs.

She slipped out of her boots, followed by the dress, smiling to herself at his banter. She should have closed the door, she guessed. but had been a little aroused by Richard’s reaction to her unintentional flash and rather hoped he might walk past as she was in the process of slipping into a pair of loose shorts and a bedtime T-shirt, which didn’t quite cover her navel. She didn’t bother putting on a bra and headed downstairs. She saw Richard had placed two glasses of white wine on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down with her legs underneath her in that manner which is pretty much only possible to women.

Richard cast a sideways glance at her toned legs, he had always greatly admired his son’s girlfriend, not just in respect of the way she looked but that she was also clearly a self driven and principled young woman. She picked up the wine and took a sip with an admiring nod to Richard, realising that this was no ordinary plonk.

“So how did he manage to get himself into that state?” he asked.

She had been a little worried he might blame her but soon realised that he didn’t hold her in any way responsible.

“They got him on the tequila,” she replied. ”I think once he had one, it was all downhill,” she said with a note of sadness in her voice.

Noting her disappointment, he leant over and put his hand reassuringly on her shoulder and gave her a big grin.

“We’ve all been there, probably not the last time it will happen either.”

As he withdrew his hand, she had turned towards him, and he accidently brushed across her breast.

He blushed again.

“So sorry,” he said.

She smiled.

“Don’t worry, not much to them anyway,” she retorted, and they both grinned at each other.

As they chatted and half watched the celebrity chat show, she would from time to time put her hand lightly on his arm as they shared a funny memory or anecdote, more than once his hand touched her leg, just light enough to pass it off as an accidental contact, but both of them really knew it wasn’t. He got up to refill their wine and when he returned, saw she was stretching her shoulders.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yes, I just think I’ve tweaked a muscle, maybe lifting the party stuff around or something,” she answered.

He swallowed and asked, “Do you want me to try and give it a little massage?” wondering if this was too far and she was going to storm off in disgust at such a suggestion.

Instead, she smiled brightly. “Yes please,” she said. She saw nothing improper in the suggestion; she had been conscious of the light flirtation between the two of them but had thought nothing of it other than an interpersonal connection. The look of surprise and hastily concealed excitement in Richard’s face at her enthusiasm surprised her but didn’t alter her view. Maybe it was the two glasses of wine but she found his eyes quite entrancing and despite having a bit of a dad bod, he had demonstrated his strength and physical power carrying his son upstairs with relatively little difficulty.

Richard returned a moment or two later with some oil.

“Probably the best thing is if you either pull your top down to release your shoulders or I can get a towel for you to cover yourself and you can take it off.”

She thought for a moment. “No worries, I’ll run and get one," she said with a grin, and, noticing the bulge in his jeans with a smile, she went and grabbed a hand towel from the bathroom and facing away from him swiftly removed her top and lifted the towel to cover her chest.

“Where do you want me?” she asked, looking him directly in the eye.

He hesitated. “Probably best on the carpet, I think,” he responded, and she knelt down before putting one hand down and then following it down to lie face down on the floor. The temporary release of one side of the towel had been deliberate and was long enough for Richard to get a full view of her pert right breast.

Struggling now to maintain the erection that wanted to burst from his trousers, he knelt down and used his hands to warm the oil before gently working it into her shoulders. She sighed with contentment and felt her breathing deepen whilst at the same time felt herself start to moisten between her legs. This was the sort of feeling she had hoped for in her first sexual experience, a growing arousal that made her more and more keen to take her man inside her.

After a few minutes, she said, “A cheeky request but do you think you could do my feet as well, I think the dancing took its toll.”

With a gulp, he whimpered a yes and she spread her legs to allow him to use his hands on both sides. She knew that with her loose shorts, he would have a direct view to her thong and as it was so slight, he would be able to see that she was completely bald there. As he started to ever so slowly work his way up from her feet to her ankles and then to her calves she felt a shiver of anticipation. She felt his hands begin to shake a bit, unsure whether this was because he was tiring or whether it was from his excitement.

As he got midway up her thigh, she began to make noises of appreciation, and she opened her legs ever so slightly more. She felt the lightest of brushes of his finger against her vulva and the sensation was electric. Without a word, she took his hand and guided it to that most sensitive spot and with a lifetime of experience, he began to gently caress the lips and the very tip of her clitoris.

Her first orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced, she had brought herself to climax with her own fingers before but it was nothing like this. She squealed and bucked as wave after wave of ecstasy shot through her body like electricity. Richard didn’t let up, he increased the pace of his fingers across her bud until she climaxed and then gently eased his finger inside, arching it up to gently caress her g spot. All modesty was now cast aside as she turned over, baring her exposed breasts without concern and pulled his face into them, he responded by gently biting her excited nipples and she pushed them against him with the ecstasy of the sensation.

He paused and for the first time, they kissed. It was different to the way George kissed her; this was sheer animalistic passion, something Heidi had never before experienced, and it was taking her to places she never thought possible.

Without knowing why, she placed both her hands on his head and pushed it down to her groin, some primeval instinct telling her that she wanted him to use his tongue to make her climax again and he didn’t disappoint. He began to gently use the tip of his tongue to slowly tease the length of her clitoris, keeping the contact as light as possible and alternating every so often with his fingers along the ridge. She had never known such a bombardment upon her senses and felt herself losing all control until, with a guttural sound that she didn’t feel herself capable of making, she lost control as he used the tip of his tongue to massage her bud and with a sensation that made it feel as if she was urinating, she squirted from her skenes gland, her body shaking uncontrollably as if in the midst of an epileptic fit.

Richard stopped to allow her to ride through the orgasm that arced through her body, wiping the secretions that had been sprayed upon his face with the now discarded hand towel. He grinned with pride at the outcome of his efforts When her breathing calmed, she looked at him with the most intense expression he had ever experienced. She rose to her knees and, without a word, pushed him onto his back. His erection had subsided with his exertions but she took hold of it with her petite hand and began to pump it vigorously, as she had with Richard’s son before.

“Slow down,” he prompted her, guessing at her inexperience, “alternate your speed and don’t squeeze too hard.”

She took his advice on board, she had considered bending down to take him in her mouth but she had the overwhelming need to feel him inside her and as he quickly rose to his full length, she stood above him and, utilising her sporting flexibility, squatted down and guided herself onto him so that she was impaled. It didn’t occur to her to think about using a condom, the urge to have him inside her was all-consuming.

She slowly lowered herself, getting used to the sensation of him inside her, it felt wholly different to her experience the previous day, it was fulfilling and as she felt his thighs against her buttocks, the tip of his penis brushed against her cervix. It didn’t hurt at all this time, it felt entirely natural, like a hand in a glove and as she began to pick up a rhythm, he rose to match her movements, their eyes were locked on each other as the tempo of their intercourse increased. She felt another climax coming upon her and closed her eyes as it shook through her like a tidal wave. Her legs gave way and she was unable to maintain her position. She crouched astride him, collapsing on his chest, with him still inside her.

For a moment, she was disappointed at the feeling of emptiness when she lifted off him and his still erect penis slipped out with a slight pop, which made her giggle. He smiled as he stood up and then lifted her up. She trusted him entirely at this point, she would let him do anything he wanted right now. He placed her down so that she was seated on the same dining table she had eaten breakfast from that very same morning and standing in front of her, brought his shaft up and entered her once more.

“Put your legs around me,” he said and she complied, immediately understanding why he had told her to do this, a wholly different sensation and one in which she was very much passive, in which he controlled the pace and rhythm. He alternated between fast and slow, between deep and shallow and he took her to the edge of an orgasm once again a few times before she recognised the sign that he too was reaching his climax and fearing he might pull out, locked her legs, pulling him into her as he erupted inside her at the same time she passed out.

A few seconds later she came to, it took her a moment to realise where she was. Opening her eyes, she saw Richard looking at her with concern, she felt empty where he had been and there was a strange new sensation where their combined juices had started to leak out of her. She felt physically and emotionally satisfied in a way she had never imagined possible but keen to appease his concerns.

She smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, I’m fine, I was just a bit overcome by the intensity of it all.”

As his oxytocin level dropped and the power of arousal to overcome logic diminished, the reality that he had just had sex with his son’s eighteen year old girlfriend hit him like a sledgehammer, he got some tissues from the box on the table and began to wipe the liquids dribbling down the inside of Heidi’s thighs and onto the table, and she got up and walked briskly to the bathroom, a million thoughts now ran through her mind, what if George found out, what if George’s mother found out, what if she became pregnant. She resolved to get the morning after pill first thing in the morning and to immediately make sure she cleaned away any indication of what had happened on both the furniture and herself. But she smiled to herself, she had just experienced the most mind blowing physical and emotional sensations of her young life and she could not swear to herself that she wouldn’t do it again.

She looked for her clothes when she returned to the living room, Richard was already pulling his jeans back on and finding her shorts pulled them on, followed by her shirt, spying her thong, she grabbed it and stuffed it into the pocket of his shorts.

“I better tidy the room up so no one notices anything," she said, being careful not to catch his eye.

"Don’t worry, I’ll do that,” he replied, adding, “Why don’t you go and jump in the shower?”

She rose and walked towards the stairs. Pausing at the doorway, she turned to look at him over his shoulder and, fighting the red flags going off in her head, said, “There’s room for two in there, you know.”

She walked through the door.

Come back for part 2