Virgin Romance by Penny Wylder

10

I thought way too long about what to put on to go to Andrew’s room. It’s going to be dark, and we’ll likely be naked anyway, but still, I wanted to look good. Unfortunately, being a recent virgin doesn’t lend itself to a lot of sexy sleepwear. I finally settle for functional—I can walk the hallway in it and not feel ridiculous—just a camisole and shorts. I swear the walk to Andrew’s room feels like the longest walk I’ve ever made in my life.

I knock softly on the door, and it opens almost immediately. He was waiting for me. There’s a single lamp on, making the room moody and mysterious. But I don’t have time to examine my surroundings because as soon as the door shuts I’m crushed up against it, Andrew filling up my senses. He’s already shirtless, and I let my hands trace the edges of the muscles down his back. His tongue is tangling with mine, and I can taste mint.

He pulls us away from the door, backing up to the bed until we fall down on it. The fall breaks our kiss, and I see that I’m on top. Having all of Andrew spread out under my body brings out a hunger I didn’t even know I had in me. This time I’m going to explore. I see him about to sit up, and place a hand on his chest. “Not this time.”

He raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn’t argue. I lean down to kiss him, and this time I’m the one who does the invading, exploring his mouth with my tongue and drawing him into me. I break away and I don’t hesitate, placing my mouth just below his jaw and sucking at his skin.

I follow the same path he did on me, moving down his throat and running the tip of my tongue across his collarbone. Then I’m at his chest, and I can see he’s breathing heavily. I glance up at him to find him watching, eyes glazed with sensation. I put my mouth on his nipple, feeling it harden as I explore it with my tongue. The groan that Andrew lets out when I add suction fuels the fervor I’m feeling. I move to his other nipple for the same before licking my way down the planes of his stomach and exploring his gorgeous abs with my fingers.

I mimic his path again with my mouth, kissing lower as I slide my palms down the lines of his hips and hook my fingers into the waist of his pants. Then they’re gone, and I’m face to face with his cock, already fully erect. I reach out and touch it, and Andrew hisses when I take it in my hand. He scrubs his own hands across his face, and I smile. Fair’s fair.

I run my fingers up and down, the skin softer than I was expecting. I’ve never touched one like this, obviously. It’s empowering, and turning me on so much I can hardly stand it. I keep running my hand up and down, trying to circle it fully with my fingers and barely managing. I like watching the muscles in his legs and abs jump as I touch him. I’ve been following his same path, and his path led directly to his mouth on me. Just the thought of putting my mouth on him sends fresh zings of adrenaline and need running through me.

I don’t give him any warning as I lean forward to take him into mouth and start sucking. I don’t get very far, but it’s enough. His whole body jumps, and he swears. I pull back, sucking all the way, and release him to run my tongue all the way up and down his length. When I take him in again, letting his head brush the back of my throat, I go as far as I can, though his cock is enormous and my mouth is not. I’ve never done this before, but the continuous soft stream of curse words coming from Andrew’s mouth tells me that I’m not completely terrible at it.

Suddenly Andrew sits up and pulls me off him, drawing me back up level with his face. “You have to stop,” he says. “Otherwise I’m going to come and I want to fuck you before I do.”

“I want you to fuck me too,” I say, high with adrenaline and the feeling of power that just came from bringing him to the edge.

He rolls over me, pressing me into the bed, overwhelming me with the feeling of his skin. “How about a little spontaneity?” he asks.

His hands are on me, roaming over my skin, lifting up my shirt and leaving tingles behind. “What did you have in mind?” I ask, more than a little breathless.

My shorts are gone in another moment and then our limbs are tangling together, skin on skin. It’s my new favorite feeling.

“This house has a great pool, and I would love to see the rest of you soaking wet. I see your pussy already is.”

“Now?”

“Now,” he says. “Everyone is asleep. It will be just us and the water.”

“Okay.” I reach for my shorts to put them on again, and he stops me. He takes my shorts from my hand and then my camisole, and he tosses them under the bed along with his pants. “We go naked.”

“Are you crazy?”

A slow grin spreads across his face. “You know I like a little danger.” He kisses me, pressing me back into the pillows and running his fingers along my thighs. It’s late, and my uncle sleeps like a rock. I can’t count the number of times I snuck out to go for late night walks in the neighborhood while I lived with him in high school. This is no different. “Fine,” I say. “But let’s go now, because if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

Andrew makes a sound that’s close to a growl and jumps out of the bed before scooping me up and setting me on my feet. He takes a condom from his drawer and turns out the lamp. The room is plunged into darkness, the light from the sky outside slowly swimming into focus. Andrew finds me, running his hands across me before taking my hand. I can’t see, and every other sense is screaming. I feel every whisper of air against my skin and hear every creak in the house’s walls. He pulls me along, leading the way through the hall and down the stairs. The tiles in the kitchen are cool, and my feet whisper across them. Finally we’re outside, and the sky is clear and filled with stars and a waning moon. There’s not much light, but I can see Andrew just barely, and he’s staring at me like I’m captivating.

I cross the patio to the pool and step in to find the water cool and pleasant. I wasn’t going to tell him this, but if the water had been freezing cold I would have nixed this plan immediately. The pool is nice, with seating areas and jets spread throughout odd shaped alcoves. I go just a little deeper, so my breasts are floating in the water, and I hear the crinkle of Andrew putting on his condom before coming into the pool behind me. He swims over, and light from the moon glints off the ripples he’s making. “Another first,” I say.

“What is?”

I twirl in a circle, enjoying the feel of the water against my naked skin. “I’ve never been skinny dipping.”

“That is just sad,” Andrew says. “Because skinny dipping is fun.”

I can’t stop my smile. “Well, now that I know…I’ll have to make sure I go again.”

“Maybe next time in an ocean.”

“That sounds nice.”

Andrew turns, and the light from the moon falls down his torso, highlighting the dips and hollows of his delicious body. My mouth goes dry, and I remember why we came here in the first place. “Well, here I am, soaking wet,” I say softly. I dip my head back into the pool, letting my hair go all the way under before surfacing again.

Andrew reaches for me and pulls me into one of the little alcoves filled with jets and bubbles and benches. “You,” he says in a whisper, “are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.”

I think my heart stops in that moment, the unexpected sentiment filling me up. I freeze, absorbing everything around me so I can recall this moment.

He pulls me against him, the water flowing between us, and kisses me. At the same time he reaches down and slips a finger inside me, making me gasp into his mouth. His thumb finds my clit, and my entire existence narrows to that single point of contact. “Close your eyes.”

“I can barely see anyway.”

“Just trust me, Naomi.”

I close my eyes, and he leads me to a bench at the edge of the pool, has me kneel. Then he’s behind me, and he leans me back against him. I let my head loll against his shoulder as he plays with my breasts. He tugs on my nipples, and I’m so aroused that it feels like he’s tugging directly on my clit. “Andrew,” I say, “please.”

I don’t have to ask again. He reaches down, and fits himself against me, and then pushes himself inside my pussy in one slow, smooth stroke. I almost come right then. “Oh god.”

“You feel incredible.” Andrew’s voice is rough and I’ve never heard it sound so sexy.

He starts to move inside me, slow and steady. The motion of the water around us makes every movement feel like it lasts forever, and it’s amazing. I lean back and let him and the water carry my weight while he fills me again and again. “Being inside you is all I’ve been able to think about today,” he says, increasing his speed.

I can’t say anything. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure. Nothing works. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t think, only feel. Every stroke in is a flare sending heat up through my core, and every stroke out makes me shudder. Just then, Andrew turns me, and one of the jets hits directly on my clit. I can’t keep quiet and I’m so grateful for Andrew’s hand covering my mouth because the edge is right there and he’s thrusting faster and it’s so good, so fucking good and oh god I’m coming.

I see white as the sheer wave of sensation floods over my body. My whole body is shaking and Andrew is still fucking me and I can see more stars than the real ones. I don’t know how to describe this pleasure that’s far more than anything I ever thought sex could be. I feel Andrew kissing my neck as I slowly come back to reality. He’s slowed his strokes, still moving inside me. The jet is still on my clit, and I’m shuddering on his cock with the aftermath of my orgasm. He uncovers my mouth, and I take a deep breath in. “Wow.” It’s the only thing I’m thinking.

Andrew laughs quietly and moves his hips into me, sending up another spiral of aftershocks.

“Wait,” I say, lifting myself off of him. I turn, and sit on the edge of the pool. “Come here.” He does, stepping up onto the bench. I grab his cock and lead him to me, looking into his eyes. “Fuck me until you come, and don’t stop.”

His eyes widen, and he slips back inside me. I hold back a gasp. It’s amazing that this can feel so good. His movements are different this time, short and sharp. He’s leaning forward and our faces are so close we’re sharing breath. I reach up and knot my fingers in his hair, holding on, and lean back so I can lock my legs behind him. He’s making soft sounds now, and I can tell he’s close. I savor the feeling of being stretched by his cock every time he enters me, and I want to feel him come.

Knowing what it did to him last time, I squeeze his cock inside me. Andrew swears loudly, thrusting deep inside me once, twice, and a third time. I feel his cock twitching inside me as he comes, groaning softly, his body finally going taut and still.

We don’t move for a long time. I love this. I love the stillness of being as close as two people can be, sharing a moment the same way we shared our bodies. I love the feeling of him still inside me, connected to me in a way no person has ever been. I love sharing his breath without speaking, more intimate than each other’s thoughts.

Slowly, slowly, we come to our senses.

Andrew moves his head an inch, and draws me into a kiss. It tugs at a spot right behind my chest. I kiss him back gently, slowly, passionately.

I shudder when he pulls out of me, my whole body still sensitive and singing. Without warning and without effort, Andrew picks me up. He carries me over to the cabinet full of towels before gently setting me on my feet. He wraps a thick, soft towel around me, tucking in the ends, before taking one for himself.

We don’t say anything as we go inside and upstairs. We go into my room, and I lay down. I’m expecting him to get in bed beside me, but he doesn’t. Instead he leans down and kisses me again. “I would like nothing more than to share this bed with you, but this house is too small for him not to notice that.”

I nod, pulling him down for another kiss because I’m unwilling to let him go just yet. When we break apart, I think I see him smile.

“See you in the morning?” I ask.

“See you in the morning.”