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Introduction:

CAW #18 entry about a young woman's first time and the man she shared it with
This story is set in 1969. All characters are over the age of eighteen. All sexual acts are consensual. I'd like to thank MissRachael, since I spoke to her some time ago about a few details of this story before I adapted the idea to be a CAW entry. We agree she was a technical consultant, not a writing partner, but her help was valuable. NOTE: Some terms used here may now be considered politically incorrect or offensive. However, they were in common use during the time period of this story.

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“Do you want some company tonight?”

I was on my usual stool in my favorite watering hole. The bartender, Chester, was trading horror stories about women with me since I recently ended a relationship that went sour. The chick had a Women's Lib bumper sticker on her little MG, but at home she was a clingy whiner. I'm pretty easy to get along with, and I'm very supportive of someone I care about, but this one got to be a pain in the ass. Nothing was ever good enough, she had to work too hard, everyone was out to screw her over, life was unfair, like a damn skipping record. Complaining was what she did best.

Nursing my sanity and my second beer, I wasn't in the mood for women. I hadn't even been very horny since the break-up. I turned to look at the guy two stools away who spoke to me. “What did you say?”

He repeated, “Do you want some company tonight?”

The occasional stranger came into this dump, looking for a dick to suck. I can ignore that as long as it's not my dick. This guy was young and fine-featured, but somehow, he didn't look like the type. He flashed a nervous smile, so I asked, “What do you mean by company? Do you want to talk about the way Namath and the boys made Baltimore eat their words in Miami last month, or are you getting funny with me?”

The kid blushed. “Look, I've never done this before. Maybe I said it wrong. I overheard what you and the bartender said. I thought maybe you might be interested in meeting a nice girl.”

“What are you, a pimp?”

“No! God, no. That's nasty. No, I wondered if you wanted to meet a girl who likes older guys.”

“If you're not a pimp, what are you?”

“Her brother.”

“You're pimping out your sister?” I sputtered.

“No! It's not like that!”

“All right. What is it like? Here you are, approaching a stranger in a bar, asking if I want to meet your sister for some 'company'. What the hell am I supposed to think?”

“Please, hear me out. She's very pretty, has a nice figure and all, but she's really shy. She's frustrated.” He lowered his voice and leaned toward me. “She wants to have sex, but no one asks her, so we decided to see if I could help her out.”

“Older sister or younger?” I asked. This guy looked old enough to be in a bar, but he was a lot younger than me.

“Younger,” he said.

“How young?”

“She can't come in here.”

“So she's under twenty-one?”

The guy didn't say anything.

“Kid, how damn young is your sister?”

“Nineteen. Her birthday was last week.”

Shit. This didn't sound good. The girl I had been bitching about to Chester was twenty-eight, fifteen years younger than me. Her immaturity was the cause of a lot of our problems. What would I want with a girl less than half my age?

“Here, let me show you some pictures.” The kid pulled some dog-eared prints from his pocket. “This was from summer vacation.”

The photo showed a nicely-built young girl, sunbathing in a relatively conservative two-piece at the beach. It was taken from far enough away that I couldn't really judge the girl's attractiveness, other than to say she was a slender blond with a decent rack.

The next picture was a full-frame shot of the same girl, smiling at the camera as she put suntan oil on her belly. Now, I could see she was pretty as well as being toned and athletic, like a dancer or swimmer. The sun glistened on her shiny bronze skin.

In the next photo she was on her belly, her long hair tied up on top of her head to expose her neck and shoulders to the sun. She used a rolled up towel as a pillow and had her arms stretched out in front of her. Her bathing suit bottom was rolled and tugged to expose a fair amount of skin, and I had a clear view of the side of one pale breast, since her top was unhooked. Everything looked good, so why was her brother in here showing her pictures to me?

“Does she know you're in here trying to find some guy to fuck her?” I asked.

No answer.

“Kid!” I said a little louder. “You got a hearing problem or something? I asked you a question.”

“You don't need to shout,” the young man said. “I heard you just fine. If I take you home to my sister, don't bother yelling there, either. She's completely deaf. You could set off a cherry bomb right in front of her, and she wouldn't hear it.”

“All right. Let's say I believe you. I'll ask again – does your deaf-as-a-stone sister know you're in here trying to pick up some guy to fuck her?”

“If you come home with me, you'll find out whether I'm telling you the truth about her hearing, mister. And no, she doesn't know I'm in this particular bar tonight looking for someone. She did ask me to help set her up. Look, she tried to get guys to notice her all through high school, but no one her age wants to go out with a handicapped chick, no matter what she looks like. She's even tried pen pals, but when she tells guys about her deafness, they don't write back.”

“So you're in a bar trying to get a guy over twice her age to go home with you.”

“Beth and I talked – her name's Beth – and we decided that maybe an older guy would deal with the handicap better.”

“How do you talk with her? Sign language? Is she deaf and dumb?”

“She was born deaf, so she learned to sign like other kids learn to talk. She's had a lot of speech therapy, so she speaks pretty well. Her German is as good as her English. She can make all the complex consonant sounds easily.”

“You're telling me your sister speaks two languages but can't hear. That's hard to believe.”

“She's brilliant. Just awkward with people. She started school a year late to allow her to get intensive language therapy, so she was always older than all the kids in her classes. It didn't help when our parents died in a plane crash when she was fourteen. I had just turned nineteen, so I was awarded guardianship.”

“Let me get this straight. You're not only the big brother of a lonely, pretty, handicapped girl, you're also her legal guardian, or were last year. Tonight you're out in some corner bar, talking up a guy you know nothing about, trying to get me to bang her. If I actually believed any of this shit, I'd be tempted to drag you out in the alley and teach you some decency.”

“Why do you have to be like that? Why don't you believe me? I showed you her pictures.”

“There are some weird, fucked-up people in this world, kid. I'm not one of them, but maybe you are. You showed me snapshots of some chick on the beach. How do I know who she is? Besides, if I go with you to meet this so-called sister, how do I know there won't be a couple of your buddies there to beat me up and rob me to buy drugs? I have no way of knowing if anything you told me is true.”

“All right,” the kid said. “How about this? I'll bring her to the all-night diner down the street. You can meet her there in a public place, and you'll get to see for yourself what she's like. I'll buy you breakfast, and if you don't like her, you leave. Okay?”

“When?”

“Whenever you like.”

“I'll meet you there in half an hour,” I said.

“What should I tell her your name is? I'm Nate.”

“Sam.”

“Beth and I will see you in thirty minutes at the diner, Sam,” Nate said, heading for the door.

When the kid was gone, Chester came over to me. “What the hell was that about? I heard some of it.”

“Not sure.”

“You know I run a clean place, Sam. At first, I thought he was a pimp. I was gonna tell Beast over there,” he said, pointing to the giant bouncer dozing in the corner, “to take him out and play kickball with him while I called the cops.”

“He says the girl is his sister. She's pretty cute, but he claims she's stone deaf.”

“Cool,” Chester said. “I mean, it's not like midget sex or amputee sex, but it's pretty far out. And just think – she'll never hear you warn her so you can cum anywhere you like.”

“That's sick.”

“Oh, like you didn't know that about me? Listen, man, do you want to give me a phone number for your next of kin? How do you know this guy's telling you the truth? He could be a serial killer.”

“I'm suspicious too. He offered to bring her to the diner down the street. I'm going to meet them there. He suggested it, and it made sense to me. At least I'll get to see if the girl is real and check out the situation.”

“When are you supposed to meet them?”

“In about half an hour.”

“Be smart. Get there before they do. That way, you'll see if they come alone, or if they bring goons with them.”

“Good idea.”

I was sipping a cup of coffee at the diner when Nate walked in with a very pretty girl with shoulder length light brown hair. They stood at the door getting their bearings, and then Nate saw me. I waved, and he touched the girl on the arm and pointed my way. She smiled, and they walked toward me.

When they got to my booth, Nate did something with his hands where the girl could see them and said to me, “Sam, this is my sister Beth. She cut her hair shortly after those beach pictures were taken and dyed it back to its natural color.” Turning to the girl, he said, “Beth, this is Sam, the man I told you about.”

“Hello, Sam. Nate didn't tell me how handsome you are,” she said, holding out her hand.

I took it, and said to her brother, “How do I talk to her? I don't know sign language.”

“Beth reads lips. Just make sure you look at her when you talk, and don't hold your hand in front of your mouth or anything. If she's not looking at you, touch her to get her attention.”

“Okay.” Turning to Beth, I said, “I … am … very … glad … to … meet … you … too.”

She grinned. “Talk normally. You're one of the easy ones. You move your lips a lot. I bet your speech is very clear. I can probably keep up. If I can't, I'll let you know.”

Interesting. She wasn't hard to understand. Her voice was a little flat, and some of the vowel sounds were off, like an accent, but her speech was clear. “I'm sorry,” I said. “I'm not sure I've ever had a conversation with someone with hearing problems.”

“I don't have hearing problems. I'm deaf. Sound is something I can sometimes feel, like a bass drum or a door slamming, but I don't experience what you think of as hearing.”

Signing rapidly, Nate said, “Our parents took her everywhere when she was a kid, trying to find some miracle-worker. It's a birth defect. She never developed some parts of her hearing system.”

“Why are you signing if she lip-reads?”

“Because I'm looking at you, not her. I don't know if she can read my lips from this angle, and I want her to know what I say.”

The waitress came to take our orders. Nate touched Beth's hand to get her attention, since she was reading the menu. Turning to face her, he asked, “Are you ready to order?”

“Oh, sure.” She glanced up at the waitress and saw her looking back at her, pen in hand. She gave her order and watched as the waitress scribbled.

The woman seemed to have no trouble understanding, simply nodding as she wrote. Beth's speech was pretty remarkable, if the story was true about her deafness. I still didn't know what was going on. If these kids were playing me, they were good at it.

“Sam?” Beth said. She touched my hand just before she spoke. “Can I ask you a favor?”

There it was. I waited for her to say, “I'll fuck you if you put me through college,” or some such shit.

She smiled at me and said, “If you want to talk to me while we eat, please don't talk with your mouth full. I'm not being Miss Manners. It makes people hard to understand.”

“Oh. Sure. Fine. Yeah, I guess that would be a problem.”

“Lip reading and body language are all I have with new people. With my parents when they were alive or when I'm alone or with Nate, not being able to hear doesn't mean anything. With someone who doesn't sign it can be hard, but we won't have to talk in bed. I watched some movies, and you can guide me,...” At that point, Beth saw the waitress headed our way.

When we had our plates and our privacy, Nate said, “It's a shame you can't sign.”

“Yeah.” I busied myself with my omelet. The others got to work on their food, too.

After a few minutes, Beth's fingers appeared, tip-toeing toward my plate. I looked up at her and saw her grinning at me. “You must be hungry,” she said.

I made it a point to swallow and use my napkin. “Nobody makes eggs like the guy who cooks here at night on weekends. This is the best greasy spoon joint for miles.”

“Greasy spoon joint?” she repeated, looking confused. “Oh, it's slang!” Her giggle was an odd warbling sound. Not unpleasant, just … different. “I'm really glad you agreed to meet me,” she said. “Nate told me you acted shocked.”

“I was. I am. Maybe you don't get out much, and I'm sure you've never been in a bar, but trust me when I tell you that having a stranger approach me to come home with him to meet his barely-legal-age, deaf, genius, orphan sister was NOT what I expected when I went in there.”

She giggled again. “Did you like my pictures? I thought maybe you wouldn't think I was the same girl.”

“The hair threw me for a second, but when I really looked at you, I thought it was possible.”

“How can I prove it's me? They would throw me out if I tried to come in here in my bikini.”

“Probably. I believe you're the girl at the beach. I'm not sure I believe anything else.”

“What do I have to do?” she asked. Her obvious frustration garbled her speech slightly.

Nate touched her on the arm. She instantly glared at him.

“Sis, I told you this was a bad idea,” he said aloud, his hands flying in front of him.

She signed back furiously in silence.

“Stop it, Beth. That's rude. Talk so Sam can hear you, or I'm going to look away,” her brother said. He didn't sign that time.

She slumped back in her seat and fumbled in her purse for a tissue to catch the tears that welled up in her eyes. Then she started talking rapidly. I couldn't understand her.

Nate touched her arm to get her attention. “Please calm down. You know how hard you are to understand when you're upset.”

She nodded, dabbed at her eyes, and composed herself. Turning to me, she said, “I shouldn't have expected this to work. Nate is right. This was a stupid idea. I don't know why I'm here.”

“You're here because I wanted to make sure your brother was talking about a real girl he wanted me to meet, not setting me up to get robbed in an alley somewhere. I was skeptical of the whole thing. I still am. All I know so far is you're a very attractive young girl who resembles the chick in his pictures. I'm sorry, too. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but this is all pretty new to me.”

“How can I prove things to you? Oh, I know! Do you speak any foreign languages?

“I took a lot of German in high school,” I said. “I didn't forget all of it.”

She flashed a naughty grin. “Ich habe kein Jungfernhautchen, aber ich bin noch Jungfrau. Ich will deinen Schwanz lutschen.”

That taxed me for a minute, but finally I figured it out. “You said you don't have a hymen, but you're still a virgin, which I guess means you've never been with a man. You also said you want to suck my dick.”

“I got hurt falling from a horse when I was a kid. The other part,... well,... men like that, don't they? Anyway, you understood what I said in German. Does that prove anything?”

“It proves you can talk dirty in German.”

“I was trying to ask you to take me to bed.”

“Why me? Not that I think you're unattractive or anything, but why aren't you with some guy closer to your age? I'm old enough to be your father.”

She seemed to think for a minute, then leaned forward and looked straight into my eyes. “I'm nineteen now. A woman, sort of. I'm going off to college in the fall, and I'm hoping the guys there will be more mature than high school boys. Sure, if I took off my clothes and got on my back in front of one of my classmates, I'd probably get laid, but I want it to be good for me, too. That's why I thought of an older man.”

“I'm definitely an older man.”

“How old are you?”

“Forty-three.”

“That's not old,” she smiled. “What's the tattoo for?”

“U.S. Eighth Army. I was in Korea. I thought I would be a career man when I enlisted after high school, but when my tour of duty ended, I didn't re-enlist. One thing I learned in the army was to trust my instincts. That's why I'm cautious here. This whole thing seems strange. I'm still not convinced you're deaf.”

“I guess I should take that as a compliment. I really try to overcome my handicap well enough to not make people uncomfortable around me.”

“It's not my comfort I'm concerned about. If I knew anything about signing, I'd use it.”

“Sign language is easy. Some signs are pretty obvious when they're explained. You already use a little sign language yourself.”

“I do?”

“Sure. You wave hello and goodbye, don't you?”

“Yeah.”

“The person who sees you understands what you mean, even if you don't say anything, don't they?”

“Yeah.”

“You communicated visually, not with talking and hearing. Deaf people have a group of hand and finger movements we use to spell out words or to mean whole words. Some gestures convey entire thoughts. Everyone knows what you mean when you give someone a dirty look and hold up your middle finger, don't they? Most English-speaking teenagers and adults get the message. It's the same with sign language.”

“I never thought about it.”

“Here's another sign I bet you understand.” She curled the fingers of one hand into a loose fist, and pushed the middle finger of her other hand in and out.

“Where I come from, that means having sex,” I said.

“That's what it means where I come from, too,” Beth smiled. She pointed at me, then pointed at herself, then made the obscene gestures again. “I just communicated an entire thought to you, a complete sentence, with simple hand motions.”

This was too good to be true. “Nate, where do you fit into all this?” I asked, making sure Beth could still see my mouth.

“I'll drive us home, lock myself out of the house, and go stay at the motel near the diner. I'll leave the number so you can call the office when you're ready to go home,” he said, signing for her.

Beth spoke up. “I want to have sex with someone who won't brag about it before I go off to college. Maybe there I'll have the confidence to talk to men and form relationships.”

“Try to put yourself in her shoes,” Nate said. “Imagine what it would have been like in high school if you couldn't hear. Think what that would do to your social skills. What would it do for your dating prospects, if you wanted to be with someone you could communicate with?”

“Sam,” she said, “my parents insisted on main-streaming me in school. I took classes with everyone else. When I was little, I had a tutor who signed, so I was able to keep up. One of the kids in my class signed a bit too, since she had family members who were deaf, so she helped. But I never made many friends. I sure didn't have boyfriends. The only boy I know well is my brother. If it weren't so wrong, I'd ask him to make love to me.”

“We talked about it,” Nate admitted quietly. “I know that's not normal, but she's dead-set on knowing what men and women do before she gets into a relationship with a guy who might be special to her. Will you help her, please?”

I looked straight at Beth, but spoke to both of them. “I'm going to call a friend when we leave here, and I reserve the right to call him or whoever else I want right until the time I'm back in my own place. Not to brag or anything like that. I'm playing it safe, since I still don't trust you kids.”

“That's fair,” they agreed.

Nate paid the cashier, and I helped Beth with her jacket. When we got to Nate's car, Beth climbed into the back seat. “I won't be able to talk with you from back here, but it's dark anyway.”

“It's a short drive to the house,” Nate said to me. “Ride up front. That way, you'll be able to see where we're going, and if you're uncomfortable, you can bail out at a stop sign.”

We turned at the corner, then turned again and went a few blocks. Nate pulled into the driveway of a modest house a short walk from mine.

He led us inside and laid his house key on the hallway table next to the phone. He wrote on a notepad and said, “This is the number of the motel so you can call me for a ride if you want to go before noon. If I don't hear from you, I'll ring the doorbell then.”

“You're going to leave me here in your house with your sister?”

“Yeah. What did you think I would do? Stay and watch? No. Be good to her, please. Lock the door behind me, Sis.”

He hugged her, and then he was gone.

“I'll be right back. You can look at this,” Beth said. She handed me a photo album and ran up the stairs.

On the cover was the word, “Beth.” The first picture was of a very pregnant woman who had to be Beth's late mother. That was followed by some newborn pictures, baby and toddler snapshots, and the rest of the things mothers put in albums. There were photographs of Beth as a young teen, wearing cowboy boots and hat, grooming a horse.

Then came the pictures of Beth and Nate at their parents' funeral. She was already a pretty girl, but her face was hidden under a black veil, or behind some tissues as she wiped her tears. She clung to her brother as though she needed him for support, although he didn't look much stronger himself.

There were pages of snapshots from what appeared to be several years of summer vacations at the beach. In the last ones she was a blond. They appeared to be copies of the pictures Nate showed me.

“Do you like this?” she asked from behind me.

Her hair was freshly brushed to frame her face, and she wore layers of filmy white. A sheer dressing gown edged in lace did a poor job of concealing the white lingerie underneath. She was transformed from a pretty young lady to an innocent, yet very willing-looking sexy young woman, like a bride on her wedding night.

“I wanted to look nice for my first time, if you still think you might like to,… you know, ….”

“Keep you company tonight?”

“Yes. Look, I know this isn't the way most people do this, but I need to get it over with. I want to lose my virginity. Will you make me feel good and do that for me?”

“We have all night. What's the rush?”

“I'm nervous.”

“Sit down,” I said, patting the couch next to me.

She did. Her gaze kept moving from my eyes to my mouth, as though she expected me to say something.

“Beth, this whole thing just doesn't make sense. It's okay that your brother found me in a bar and brought me home for you?”

“I don't know how to make you understand. I'm not like any other girl you've been with. There are things I can't do.”

“Like what? You're having a conversation with me. I know nothing about sign language, but it doesn't seem to matter. I'm talking the way I always do, and you seem to understand. You're talking back to me, and I'm not having trouble getting what you're saying. What can't you do?”

“I can't talk to most boys. I'm too awkward.”

“You're doing fine with me.”

“Then please understand I want you to make love to me. I'm ignorant about all this. I'm afraid that will turn men off. You're going to have to show me everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I've never done anything. I've kissed a few boys the way I kissed my parents when I was a kid. That's it. I read my brother's magazines and saw some movies he borrowed from a friend of his, so I know what people do, but I have no experience.”

“All right. Let's start with a family-type kiss and see what we feel like doing.”

She nervously licked her lips. They stayed slightly parted. Her hazel eyes conveyed her anxiety as they flickered over my face. When I got closer to her she concentrated on my eyes. I reached out to touch her shoulder, and she shivered at the contact. She giggled again, that oddly melodic sound. She saw where my eyes went, and she blushed and grinned when she saw how her nipples distorted the flimsy fabric covering them.

Our lips met. The first kiss was gentle. The second kiss was a bit firmer, and as we held it, Beth shook slightly and melted against me. For the third kiss, I pulled her tighter to my chest. She parted her lips, allowing just the tips of our tongues to meet. She was warm against me, and when I cupped her chin in my hands to look at her, she said, “Please continue.”

“Just say, 'No,' if you want me to stop doing something.” I held her at arms' length to make sure she understood.

“Then I'll just say 'Yes,' if I want you to keep doing it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” She pulled herself against me for a longer, hotter kiss.

My hand slipped from her shoulder to her back as my tongue went in her mouth. She moaned around it and then reflexively sucked on it. Stroking her back through the thin fabric she wore, my hand slipped lower until it was on her bottom.

Her went hand tentatively to my crotch. “Oh! You're getting hard.”

She was right, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I turned her to me and lifted her to kneel on the couch straddling my legs. This time when I kissed her, my hand found her breast.

A faint shudder went through her as she sighed into my mouth, “I never knew how good it would feel to have someone else touch me there.”

I pulled back from the kiss to make sure she could see me speak. “Sex is supposed to be about feeling good for both of us. Guys miss out on a lot when they forget that.” My thumb teased her nipple through her gown. “We have all night, so I want you to enjoy this.”

“I am,” she said. Her hand lightly fondled the growing bulge in my pants. “Do you want to go to bed now?”

“All right.”

She stood, and I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her to me for a deep kiss. I felt her breasts on my chest and pushed my hardness against her. When she pulled back, her nipples strained against the thin fabric she wore.

Flustered and blushing from the heat of our kiss, she whispered, “Let's go upstairs.”

I followed her, watching her taut young buttocks move in her filmy gown as she climbed. Before we got to the top of the steps, I knew I wanted this girl to cum for me. I caressed her lovely butt and turned her toward me in the upstairs hallway. “I just thought of something.”

“What?”

“I don't have any condoms.”

She glanced at the obvious bulge in my jeans and blushed again. “I've been on the pill for almost a year, ever since I decided I wanted to have sex. It won't be a problem.”

“Good.”

She turned on her bedroom light. Some girls her age would have a stereo and a record collection, but she had bookshelves. “I read a lot,” she said quietly. “Do you mind if we keep the light on so I can see you talk?”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.” Then I kissed her again, and again she melted against me.

“What should I do?” she breathed.

“Would you let me undress you?”

“Yes.” She trembled slightly.

“Are you cold?”

“No, just nervous and excited.”

“Don't be nervous. I promise I won't hurt you.” I pulled her outer gown off, leaving her in a lacy white camisole and matching bikini bottom. Her smooth legs were pale now, winter color, bare to her skimpy panties darkened by the curls behind them. I lowered one strap on her top. It fell, and the garment slipped nearly to her nipple. I kissed her bare shoulder.

She let out a sigh which I stifled with a kiss. I moved away so she could see my face as I lowered the other strap. Her camisole floated to the floor.

She covered herself with her hands for a moment and then let them fall. “Do they look okay?”

Her young full breasts, exposed to the eyes of a man for the first time, drew my hands to them. I cupped them, hefting their weight, enjoying their firmness. When my thumbs brushed her nipples, she shuddered and then tugged my shirt out of my pants and over my head.

“You're an eager one, aren't you?”

That lovely giggle again. “I can't believe I'm finally doing this. I'm really a good girl, but I can't stand it any more.”

“We have all night.” I pulled her to me to kiss again, cupping her ass in my hands to hold her tight against me. Her nipples were hard against my chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck with her growing passion. “Let's get in bed.”

She turned the covers down and lay on her back in the middle, her firm breasts calling to me. “Show it to me, Sam. I know what a penis looks like from movies and magazines, and I saw Nate once in the motel bathroom when we went to the beach, but I want to see yours now that it's hard.”

I took off my shoes and socks, undid my jeans, and kicked them off. My erection distorted my underwear. A damp spot appeared on her panties, and my cock made one of its own.

“Take it out,” she whispered.

“Not yet.” I lay on the bed next to her, leaning over so she could see me speak. “What did the men do to the girls in the movies you watched?”

“Had sex with them.”

“Yes, but what did the men do to get them ready?”

“Kissed them.”

“On the mouth?” I kissed her there, more gently that she seemed to want. “Or on the neck?” I pushed her hair aside to taste the tender skin behind her ear.

Her hand went to the bulge in my briefs. “No, they just went right to it.”

“What about the breasts?” I kissed her throat and made my way down her chest until my lips were poised above one very hard nipple. When she said nothing, I ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of her areola.

“That feels so good,” she breathed, her hand exploring me through the knit cotton I still wore.

I made sure she could see my lips. “Are your nipples sensitive?”

“It feels good when I play with them.”

I gripped one between my lips and teased it with the tip of my tongue. She stayed still for a second, holding her breath, and then she moaned and pulled my head tighter to her, pressing her tit flesh into my mouth. I suckled, and she responded. My hand brushed along her belly and over her hip to her thigh.

“Touch me,” she said. “I sometimes have an orgasm if I touch myself.”

“I'll do more than touch you.” I moved down in her bed and kissed her belly. When my lips found the waistband of her panties, I gripped it with my teeth. My hands went under her ass to help pull the damp lace off. She was fully exposed to me now, wet curls glistening in the light of the bedside lamp. “Did the men in the movies do this?” My tongue traced a line from the inside of each thigh, along the edge of her hair, and up onto her mound. Then I moved down, letting my nose nuzzle her fur to enjoy her aroma.

She shivered like she was freezing. “Oh God.” Her hips began moving when my tongue touched her opening, more and more vigorously, until she was masturbating herself on my face.

Her tender clit came out to play, and I sucked on it. She tried to speak but seemed to forget how. When my tongue teased her folds apart to enter her, moisture flowed, enough that I knew she was ready for more. My middle finger penetrated her, and her legs stiffened. I turned my finger slightly in her wetness, and her breathing changed to rapid gasps. A second finger was difficult, but with enough teasing her clit with my tongue, she accepted it.

“Is that what your penis will feel like?” she moaned.

“Not really. It's longer, which means I can go deeper. I think it's fatter, too.”

She started writhing on the bed, fucking herself on and off my fingers and against my face. When her orgasm subsided, she said, “Take your underwear off.”

I did, my cock dancing in the air to celebrate its freedom.

She stared at it with unabashed lust. “I want that inside me. Please. Now.”

“Not yet. I want to make you cum for me again.”

“Let me touch it while you do.”

I moved in the bed until her hand closed on my shaft, and then began licking and fingering her again from this new angle. I was slick in her hand, almost as wet as her pussy was on my fingers. She stroked me awkwardly, more exploring than masturbating me. I concentrated on her next orgasm. She was soaking wet, almost as though she had squirted. I moved my wet mouth to her breast again, my thumb taking the place of my tongue on her clit. She wailed her satisfaction that time.

Gasping for breath, she said, “Take me. I need your dick in me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it all.”

I wiped my chin on my hand and kissed her again. “There can only be one first time. Hymen or not, you're still a virgin.”

“And I'm tired of it. Fuck me.”

I pulled her on top of me, grasping her pelvis to move her wet pussy over my upturned shaft. She grabbed it and tried to aim me. I pushed her hand away and rubbed the head of my cock in her slickness. Then I notched myself in her opening. Making sure she was looking at my face, I said, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Supporting her ass in my hands, I let her sink down, her labia swollen with need parting grudgingly for me. “Relax, Beth. It won't hurt.”

“It feels so big,” she moaned.

“You're very tight.” I lowered her, her tissues accommodating me more easily now, until I was completely inside her. When I had gone as far as I could, I pulled her down to kiss. She responded by settling her full weight on me, holding me still, buried balls-deep. Her kisses were almost violent now, and her pussy started milking me on its own.

“I'm going to cum again,” she whined, her breathing becoming more rapid as her hands supported her on my chest. “Oh, dear God!” Her orgasm overtook her. When her internal muscles relaxed, I started to move, slowly at first, but her movements encouraged me to pick up the pace. Her hips pushed down to meet me as I moved, her labia grasping me as though she didn't want me to leave.

This wasn't going to last long at the rate we were going, so reluctantly, I lifted her off.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I moved her so her sex was over my face. I was able to enter her with my tongue, tasting her heat, feeling her move, holding her pelvis still so I could pleasure her. She rewarded me with her biggest orgasm yet. When she was done, I helped her move down so I could enter her again.

“Don't lift me off you this time, Sam. I want to feel your orgasm.”

The break did us good. Beth began moving at her own pace, playing with her clit. That freed both my hands to caress her lovely boobs and roll her hard nipples between my fingers. She got wetter as she went faster, her tight pussy doing its best to milk my hard cock. Then she made a strangled, primal cry and threw her head back. Her whole body shook with her orgasm.

She collapsed onto me when she was done, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around her and started thrusting.

“You feel like you're getting bigger,” she said. “Harder.”

I lifted her so she could see my face. “I'm going to cum real soon, Beth.”

“Good,” she said, grinding her pelvis on mine.

That did it. Stream after stream of my semen shot against the mouth of her cervix.

“Ooh,” she whimpered. “I feel that. It's so warm and wet inside me.” Her body shook again, not as hard as before, but enough to coax every drop from me.

Spent, we lay there kissing for some time. Reluctantly, Beth rolled off to my side. “You have no idea how much I wanted that, Sam. I hope it was good for you.”

I turned to lean over her so she could see. “It was. You're a very enthusiastic lover. I like that in a woman.”

“A woman, yes. I've wanted this for so long. Thank you for making me a woman.” She ran a finger over her wet entrance and giggled. “Sex is messy, isn't it?”

“If you do it right,” I chuckled.

We cuddled for a while, not talking, until she said, “I guess I should get a shower.”

“Do you want me to wash your back?”

Her eyes sparkled. “I saw a pictorial on that in one of Nate's magazines – a couple in the shower together. Did you ever do that?”

“It can be fun.”

“Don't look. I have to get my robe,” she said.

“Why? We've been nude the whole time, and we're going to shower together.”

That beautiful giggle again. “You're right. I always wear a robe because of Nate. Tonight, I can be free.” She got out of bed and beckoned me to follow her to the bathroom. She found a towel for me and said, “We probably won't be able to talk much in the shower. If I get water in my eyes, I may not be able to see what you say.”

“Then I'll say it now. You're a very beautiful girl, Beth. I feel honored you chose me to be your first.”

“Oh, stop. I'm the one who's honored. You don't understand what this means to me, what this does for my self-confidence. I can't believe I was able to please an experienced man.”

“You did.” I kissed her, and then she adjusted the water temperature for us while I fondled her firm ass. We bathed in silence. She washed my back, and I washed hers. When she turned around, her eyes went to my renewed erection. I lathered my hands with the soap and washed her pussy.

“Your hand feels so much better than mine,” she said. “I play in the shower almost every day, but it's never like this. Oh, God.” Her body shook yet again, and her slickness coated my fingers. When she was done, she took the soap from me and gently washed my cock and balls, exploring them as she did. “Rinse.”

I did. When I turned back to her, Beth took my penis in her hands again.

“I saw movies of girls sucking on a guy's dick. I want you to teach me how.”

“Not all girls like doing that.”

“I won't know unless I try. It looks easy enough.” She sank to her knees. “What should I do?”

“Keep your teeth from scraping me. You can lick it and kiss it to start, and when you're ready, take it in your mouth and suck while moving up and down on it.”

“Okay.” She started at the head, puckering to place a kiss on the very tip. Instantly, I leaked onto her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she licked them. “I felt that on my hand when I rubbed you in bed.”

“It's called precum. It's a lubricant, just like the moisture you make.”

She licked the head of my cock, getting more of it on her tongue. “A little salty. Is that what it will taste like when you orgasm?” She ran her tongue the length of my shaft, and it jumped in response. Her eyes got wide, and she made that melodic giggle.

I brushed a lock of wet hair off her face, and she looked up. “That feels really good, Beth.”

She smiled and licked me again, chasing my bobbing cock with her tongue and teasing me with her eyes. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She let me part her lips the same way I did the lower pair, pushing her mouth onto me. Holding my hips, she advanced until her eyes showed discomfort and then pulled back. “Is that it?”

“Oh yes.” I cupped her head in my hands, not to force, but to guide. My thumbs traced the contours of her jaw as she opened her mouth to take me inside again. For a while, she stared up at my eyes for guidance, sucking me slow and deep, working me around in her mouth with her tongue. When she released me to take a breath, she licked every bit of my cock. “Are your testicles sensitive?”

“Very. A soft touch is nice, but it's easy to hurt them if you're rough.”

She lifted my shaft and kissed my scrotum. “The one girl in the movie did this.” She bathed my sack with her tongue, fondling my balls gently with one hand while stroking me slowly with the other. She looked up. “Is that okay?”

I didn't answer – couldn't really, but she read my face and responded with her giggle. It continued when she took me back between her lips. This time, she moved more rapidly, stroking what didn't fit in her mouth, her head moving in my hands. I caressed her cheeks with my fingers to get her to look at me. “I'll cum if you keep doing that.”

Her eyes smiled at me, and she bobbed her head faster. I tightened my hold on her head slightly to guide her movements. She moved me more forcefully into her mouth, stroking me as she did, encouraging me to fuck her face. When my movements became more urgent, she stared up at me. My eyes told her what to expect, and then I released. With each pulse of semen into her mouth, she giggled. She never stopped moving until she felt the tension leave my legs. She swallowed, but some cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth.

She grinned and then stood and rinsed her face. “I'll do better next time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Next time I give you a blowjob, I won't spill. I thought I was supposed to hold it in my mouth and show it to you, but there was just too much.”

“Next time?”

“If you'll let me, I'd like to do that again.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Sam, I have a lot more to learn. You'll stay the night, won't you?”

“If you want me to.”

“I do,” she grinned. “Let's dry off. The water's getting cold.”

Back in her room, she pulled a nightshirt and panties from her bureau.

“Why do you want them?” I asked.

She looked confused for a second and then smiled. The clothes went back in her drawer. “I guess I don't.”

We got under the covers naked, and she cuddled against me. “Do you want to sleep naked?” she asked.

“I do sometimes, especially if I'm with a woman.”

“Can we make love again?”

“In a little while.” Pillow talk with a girl who couldn't hear was difficult, so we contented ourselves with kissing, touching, and exploring. She showed her appreciation of my mouth on her breasts, rewarding me with contented sighs as I tasted and kissed them, and delighted gasps and squeals when I trapped a nipple between my teeth to lave it with my tongue. When I entered her bruised pussy with my finger this time, she took my cock firmly in hand.

“You're ready again, Sam, aren't you?”

“I think so.”

“I want you on top this time.”

“Let's try this first.” I doubled up both her pillows to prop her head and shoulders. Then I knelt on the bed and scooted forward, spreading her legs around me, until her hips were supported on my thighs.

She watched with fascination as I rubbed my hard cock against her. “I want you to put it in again.”

Her labia gave way, and I pulled her onto me as we watched. She was very wet. Every time I withdrew, her juicy lips pursued me, leaving a shiny coating of her moisture on me. When she looked at my face, I said, “I can't believe how wet you are.”

“I can't believe how wet you make me. That feels so good.”

Massaging her clit with my thumb started her contractions. Her pussy grabbed me, and she fucked herself onto me harder, faster, with more urgency, until she stuffed her knuckles into her mouth to stifle her cries. When she recovered, she reached for me, wordlessly urging me to move on top of her to possess her. She wrapped her limbs around me and held me deep inside when she felt my cock grow and my pace quicken, and turned my face to kiss me fiercely as I spewed in her depths.

I rolled us both over with her still impaled. Her wet pussy spasmed weakly around my softening shaft.

“Will it harm anything if we don't clean up? Will we get sore? I'm too tired to get up.”

“No, it will be fine.”

She moved, allowing me to fall out, and then cuddled against me. “Can you sleep with a light on, Sam? If we wake up and want to say something, I'll need it.”

I knew she couldn't see my face, so I contented myself with playing with the damp hair on her head until we both fell asleep.

Pleasant sensations of moist warm friction on my cock woke me. I was on my back, naked, the covers shoved to the floor. Beth was licking my morning erection.

“He was standing up when I opened my eyes, so I thought I should do something about it,” she said between gentle strokes of her tongue. “I wondered what he'd taste like after sex. I could get used to this.” Then she mounted me, sliding carefully down my shaft the way I showed her the night before. “Fill me again, Sam. Make me cum with you.”

We made love twice before she decided we should clean up for Nate's arrival. I was drinking coffee in the kitchen when a light started flashing. “That's the doorbell,” she said in answer to my confused look. She ran to the door and opened it for her brother.

I heard him from the hallway. “Are you okay?”

“Very okay.”

She stayed behind when Nate drove me home. I gave him directions, but he didn't seem to want to talk, and I had no idea what to say. He spoke when he stopped in front of my house. “So, do you believe me now?”

“I'm sorry I doubted you.”

“I think Beth had a good time. I hope you did too.”

“Yes. Thank you. I enjoyed her company very much. Thank Beth for me.”

“I will. I hope you won't say anything to anyone about this.”

“The bartender will probably ask.”

“That doesn't mean you have to answer.”

“You're right. I respect Beth. I don't kiss and tell.” I got out of the car, and he drove away.

I was washing my lunch dishes when the phone rang.

“Sam? It's Nate. I wanted to thank you for last night. Beth won't say what you did, but she's really happy.”

“I did what you asked me to do.”

“I assumed that, but I wasn't prepared for her reaction. You apparently treated her well, so I felt I should call and thank you. Oh, wait. Hang on.”

After a minute he was back. “Beth can't really use the telephone, since she can't hear the person on the other end, but she wants to say something to you. She asked me to leave the room, so she'll just hang up when she's said her piece. I'll give you our number if you want to call back.”

After I wrote it down, he passed the phone to Beth.

“I hope you can hear me Sam. I want to thank you again for last night. I couldn't have asked for a better experience. I'm not going to fall in love with you, since I'm going away to college in the fall. I don't want romance at this point in my life. But I do want to make love. If you're not doing anything tonight, I can get Nate to give us a few hours of privacy, or I could get him to bring me to your house if you'd like. I want to learn a lot more.”
2 comments

droopysdadReport

2014-02-20 18:46:43
Very well written and believable. Thanks for submitting the story.

darthel0101Report

2014-02-19 23:56:10
Logged in pos just to attempt to counter marcdoodle's crap

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