Their First Time_(0)

They were watching a movie on the couch. She snuggled closer when

the movie got scary, and he put one arm around her to comfort her, and

they stayed that way as the movie went on. But as it reached the

romantic part of the movie, he pulled her closer, and suddenly she was

sitting on his lap. She looked up at him, and was shocked as their lips

met for the first time. She started to pull away, but his arms were

wrapped around her. Slowly, she began to kiss him back, and put her

arms around his shoulders as the kiss deepened. She had never known a

kiss could be like this.

Panting slightly, she broke the kiss long enough to whisper,

"I've never...done this before." He began to pull away and she said, "No,

wait.." and pulled him back, and the kissing resumed.

She slid her hands along his back, and his hands began to slide

towards her waist. Her heart was thundering in her chest now, as his

hands reached the edge of her shirt. She ran her hands over his torso,

feeling him, as though she were trying to memorize every muscle.

Slowly, clumsily, he began unbuttoning her shirt. After he fumbled the

buttons a few times, she unbuttoned the rest for him, while he tugged

his shirt off over his head. Their kissing resumed, even more

passionate than before. His hands were all over her back, and realizing

what he was searching for, she leaned closer to give him better access.

He unclasped her bra, and she was lost in kisses and sensation as she

felt his strong warm hands massage her breasts. Then she felt her heart

skip a beat as his hands began to move down towards her waist.

Suddenly, he broke away, shaking his head slightly. "We should

stop," he said, and began reaching for his shirt. But she shook her

head and said, "No, it's fine." He looked at her uncertainly. "It's

alright," she repeated. "I want this." He looked in her eyes, and it

was like for a moment they were frozen in time together. "Are you

sure?" he asked. She answered by kissing him, long and hard, and

wrapping her arms around him. The next thing she knew, she felt his

mouth on her breasts, and she leaned into him.

He made a little sound, then spoke, his voice filled with

something she couldn't identify. "Not here." he said, and surprised her by

hoisting her into his arms. She held on with her arms around his

shoulders as she found herself being carried down a hallway towards his

room.

He set her down on the bed gently, as if she were a delicate

flower and was afraid she might break. He turned away and she heard

something unzipping. A moment later he returned and her eyes grew wide

when she saw that he was in his underwear.

Her first instinct was to pull away, but something held her in place.

She looked into his eyes and what she saw there made her fears melt

away. Slowly, she slid closer and put her arms around him, her head on

his chest. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, then she looked up

at him. Their eyes met and he kissed her passionately, fiercely,

longingly. He began to caress her tenderly, and she ran her hands

through his hair.

She hesitated again when she felt his hands work their way into her

jeans. He stopped and began to pull away, but she stopped him. "No,"

she said, "don't stop, please." and she moved even closer, turning

slightly to give him better reach.

"How can you wear such tight jeans?" he mumbled, having difficulty

tugging them off her. She laughed and got up to take them off. Then she

laid back down and they resumed.

Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth began working its way

down her next, his lips creating little fires wherever they touched.

She had to remind herself to breath when his mouth closed over her

right breast, and his tongue traced little circles around her nipple.

He switched to the other one as his hand found its way into her panties

and he began stroking her.

She was shaking now. Not with fear, but desire. Her body arced as

his mouth traced little kisses further down her body. "Wait..," she

said. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a husky timbre. "Can...can you

turn down the lights?" He went still for a moment, and she said

"Please, I'm-" but he shushed her, pressing a finger to her lips.

He got up and turned on a small lamp before flicking off the light

switch. "Thank you." she said, quietly. He began kissing his way along

her leg, working his way up until he paused. She squirmed out of her

panties and suddenly he was kissing her there. She moaned as he flicked

his tongue inside. For a brief moment, her only coherent thought was

that this must be what it feels like to be eaten; then her mind went

blank. She heard herself cry out for release, feeling pressure building

inside her, and it came.

She laid there for a few minutes, panting, unable to think. Then

she felt him move between her legs, spreading them apart to make more

room.

Her eyes widened, and she barely had time to think "When did his

underwear come off?" before she felt him enter her. "It...it hurts..."

she gasped, as he pushed further. "It will be okay." he said. She

squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her head against his chest. Her arms

wrapped tighter around him, holding on tight. She felt a strange

sensation; there was pain, yet pleasure unlike anything she had ever

felt before.

She cried out again as she felt him push home. His mouth found hers

and they stayed that way until the pain was gone. He moved slowly at

first, but steadily grew faster. She forgot the pain she had felt at

first, and knew only pleasure. She realized her hips were moving on

their own, matching his increasing rhythm. Their desire kept building,

until they both cried out as they reached a crescendo, and they fell

back onto the bed as one.

Then they lay there, staring into each other's eyes. He brushed a

strand of hair from her face, and she laid her head on his chest, his

arms around her. They knew how each other was feeling; there was no

need for words. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms,

until they lost track of time, and slept.