Chapter 1: First time

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, First, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: First time - A long time supressed love, finally acknowledged leads to sexual initiation, discovery and experimentation.

The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered a pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles that coursed through his body, his attention focused on the warm wet feeling of her lips surrounding his cock. Her lips gave way slowly, a gentle thrust separating them, the moisture leaking as they parted giving him entrance. The warm sheath lubricating the tip of his cock, dragging up the skin, pulling on it gently, felt unlike anything he had ever felt. Reversing, his cock pulling on the lips, gathering more of her moisture, the lips extending slightly, lubricating more of his cock for the return slide back into her. She had a frown of concentration, a distant inward gaze as she concentrated on feeling the fullness she had never felt before, the slight pressure as the dull head of his engorged cock pressed against her hymen. The feeling he felt as he hit the hymen, an encompassing softness and increased pressure surrounding the head of his hardness, the back pressure on the head of his cock as the hymen bowed inwards under his slow but relentless attack created intense sensation that flowed from his cock to all reaches of his body. He hesitated, reared up on his arms and looked down at her, a quizzical look on his face.

"I'm ready... Go ahead."

He pressed forward slowly. She felt the burning sharp pain of the hymen slowly tearing.

"Do it... do it quickly, please."

He thrust forward sharply and was rewarded with the feeling of being fully one with this woman, as she grunted with the sharp burst of pain in her loins. He held still, deep within her, whispering in her ear... "are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

Her breathing was fast and shallow as she felt her inner walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulling to an ache, but being slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness, the tingles from his pubic bone pressing against her clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths.

He could feel her entire body beneath him, her legs spread wide to accept him, her nipples, hard, pressing against his chest, her flat stomach against his, her sparse pubic hair blending with his. She held him with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her body feeling his vibrations as he struggled to remain still.

"Its ok... I'm fine."

John's hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on her face, looking for any signs of pain, he stopped again with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance of her pussy, watching the slight grimace as the crown of his cock crossed the plain where her hymen had so recently been attached. The struggle to remain still was the hardest battle he had ever engaged as the sensations of his cock sliding so freely in the tight, warm and wet sheath that her pussy provided. The desire to slide in again was almost impossible to fight. His balls pulled up tightly to his body, his cock amazingly hard in its efforts to spew his seed inside this wonderful refuge.

"uhh! Ohh... You feel so good Libby... so very good..." and he let his hips fall, feeling the most amazing sensation of his 18 year old life. The gentle tugging of the skin over the entire surface of his cock, wonderfully lubricated, was so far ahead of the sensation he got when he stroked his own cock in his masturbatory efforts. His body was focused on the feelings emanating from his cock, his legs twitching in response to the bursts of pleasure coursing through his body, every muscle taut, still trying to overcome the instinct to repeatedly plunge his cock into her, fast, hard and repetitively.

"John... Fuck me... please..." Libby's breathing was still labored and she still felt the slight burning pain when the crown of his cock passed over her most tender area. While the pleasure was building the slight pain kept it from becoming the level of pleasure that signaled her orgasm. John thrust harder into her, gaining slightly more depth, forcing air out of her almost explosively. John felt the onset of the rush of sensation, the absolute tightening of his balls, the tense vibration of every muscle as he thrust into Libby again and again, her moaning had taken on a different timbre.

"shit... Libby... I uh... I'm going... going to... I can't stop... it..." Libby wrapped her legs around John and pulled him close to her as he thrust deep inside her. She could feel his cock grow slightly and felt as John's body burst with each shot deep within her depths. John pulled back and thrust deeply into her again and Libby felt a deep sensation as the crown of his cock rubbed her G spot followed almost instantly by a shower of sparks as his pubic bone pressed against her clit, the friction more intense as his body twitched with each orgasmic flutter.

The feelings that John was feeling were almost indescribable. The rush as his cum raced up the hard shaft of his cock, the warmth as he was fully encased in her pussy, the slight fluttering as he held his cock deep within her, his cum bursting forth from his cock, he felt as if his entire being was deposited through his cock deeply into his girlfriend. The current of pleasure that flowed through his body built him up to a tenseness unlike anything he had ever felt. The aftermath was the feeling one gets after a good massage, the relaxation, the warm glow that flowed through his body, completely at peace.

As he caught his breath again he rose up on his arms and looked down at Libby, the level of emotion was deeper than anything he had ever felt. He never would've imagined over the years that he would ever be in this position. His past with Libby was long and checkered.

John had always had a crush on Libby, since he met her on the first day of high school. He enjoyed talking to her at the parties, on the phone like they had over the years. Then as graduation approached John had a growing fear that he would lose touch with her forever. Their friendship had grown and waned several times over the years, and John could never figure out why. He knew that he found Libby attractive, he always enjoyed her company, but she had gone through phases where she became distant. It wasn't in John's nature to push, so he just let her go her way.

They were just starting to rediscover each other in the waning months of their senior year, John had gotten a coy happy birthday from Libby, surprising him that she remembered. Like all men with all women, he only knew her birthday was somewhere between January and December. Although John watched Libby from afar they really hadn't socialized together since mid way through 11th grade. John had watched Libby suffer through several failed relationships, including a particularly rough one that ended a couple of months ago.

The last time he had talked to Libby was when he ran into her at the local soda shop. The students congregated there after school to trade war stories from the day, to eat a quick burger before after school sports, and to pair off occasionally, budding high school romances blossomed, flared and crashed, some in an afternoon, some over a period of months, most somewhere in between.

Libby had been sitting in a booth with Kelly, a friend of hers and had called him over to sit with them as he walked in the door. John was happy to see her smiling face as he slid into the booth. They had chatted about the day, who was falling for whom, which teacher was the total ass of the day, the normal trials and tribulations of an average American high school student.

"So, John, I read an article in Cosmo the other day that said all guys masturbate, is that true?" This from Kelly, completely out of the blue.

"Say what?" John looked wide eyed at Kelly in disbelief. Yes John masturbated, Cosmo was probably pretty correct, at least for 18 year old males, and from what he could figure it wasn't a matter of 'whether' but 'how often' and he never, ever, admitted it, let alone talked about it.

"I'm serious! Do you masturbate?" Kelly had a smile in her blue eyes as she asked the question. John looked deeply at her before answering, trying to determine what the smile said.

"umm I, uh, I have..." John said and hating the feeling of heat that went with the blush that crept over his face.

"See? I told you, even mild mannered John is nothing but a pervert..." and Kelly's voice lost its definition as John realized he was out of place, the sole Dolphins fan in a bar full of Jets fans, the sole soccer fan in a room full of football fans, the feeling one has when you realize you are no longer involved 'in' the conversation but have become the topic 'of' conversation. A really shitty feeling.

And the laughter coming from Libby wasn't the beautiful almost musical twinkle like sound that he looked for, almost groveled for, it was a biting, bitter laugh. John stood up, and slowly made his way to the door, not saying a word, but vowing never to set foot in that place again, never to talk to either of them again. He hadn't been back since and hadn't had a substantial conversation with Libby since either. He sometimes wondered, particularly when he saw Libby, whether he was making a mountain out of a molehill, then he remembered the hurt of the ridiculed, the outsider, and he always looked away.

Over the past few months it became apparent that Libby was trying to get him to talk to her. She would show up in crowds and always seemed to gravitate to him. The first few times John turned red and slowly wandered off. After a while, he was comfortable to stand next to her in silence and finally, only recently, he had started to respond to her questions, short answers but responses none the same.

Then came graduation, a huge crowd affair and once again Libby ended up next to John the crowd swirling around them, Libby walked up to John, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Umm what's that for?"

"Congratulations John... and... well, thanks"

"you're welcome but thanks for what?"

"Thanks for being a friend... when it was hard... thanks for always being there."

" Uh sure, no problem" John wondered how she considered it being a friend when he had been avoiding her for the past year, but hey, if she wanted to believe that, who was he to argue?

As John leaned down to kiss Libby's cheek the crowd surged and pressed them together, as his lips were just making contact she turned her head and caught his lips with hers. Her arms went around his neck and pulled his face to hers, her soft lips opening, her tongue pressing for entry, finally gaining it she kissed him fully open mouthed. John was stunned to say the least. As she pulled back slightly she took his bottom lip between hers and suckled it gently. Her eyes opened and she looked deeply at John. The rush of emotion that John felt was unlike any other. He knew he loved this woman, knew he always had, as hard as he'd tried to avoid it, to suppress it, it all came back in that instant, looking deeply at her.

"What're you doing tonight John? You going to Georges' for the party?"

"Hadn't really thought about it."

"Can we go? I mean can you take me?"

"What about Kelly and the others... I don't really know them very well... I... Umm... I don't really fit in... with them I mean..." John hated the blush that flushed his cheeks, he knew he blushed and hated it every time.

"Come on John... It'll be fun I promise..."

"Really Libby I don't think so..."

"Are you still worried about that time in the soda shop? With Kelly I mean?"

"Yeah, that wasn't very much fun."

"Don't worry about that John, I'm really sorry that happened, I knew that was still bothering you, we'll talk about that later."

"But..."

"No buts John... Pick me up at my apartment at 7?"

"You have an apartment?"

"Yeah! Its really cool... you'll like it, I just got it last week. Mom and Dad are helping with it while I'm in school. They figured it'd be easier to find one now instead of waiting 'til college starts in the fall."

"Where do I go?"

Libby gave John directions, another quick brush of her lips with his, and she disappeared into the crowd. John caught a glance at her as she reached her normal group of kids. She caught his eye and smiled at him across the crowd, then was lost as the group wandered over the hill. He was still stunned but once again noticed the surrounding crowd, almost as if he had just woken up, his friends patting him on the back in congratulations on his graduation. He smiled, his focus still inward as the realization that he'd had his most passionate kiss ever in the middle of a crowd with a girl that he'd resigned himself to loving from afar.

When John got to Libby's apartment he walked to the door and knocked.

"Hey John! Come on in..." and she walked into the apartment to drop in to an older upholstered chair. "We don't have to stay at the party too long but we do have to go..."

"Its ok I'm ready for this... You ready to go?" His shoulders hunching slightly, his back straightening as if he was just called from the waiting room to the dentist chair for a root canal, he had an intensely forboding feeling as he entered the apartment. He had a feeling that he knew had to be reminiscent to the one the Christians had right before being fed to the lions.

"No, no sit down John" and she patted the sofa next to her. She pulled her legs up, sitting Indian style with legs crossed at the ankles, her jeans tight around her slender thighs, her white shirt showing just a little of her flat belly, her pert, small but expressive breasts, unconfined by the restriction of a bra, as was her normal style. John sat on the far end of the couch and looked at this woman. She was breathtaking, her small ski-ramp nose, chiseled jaw, pure white teeth, with just a slight turning of the front one to give her smile character. Her jaw gave way gracefully to a thin long neck that dissolved into shoulders that made one want to kiss them, with skin that looked so soft, clearly outlining the underlying shoulder bones, which were partially hidden and playing hide and seek under her slightly longer than shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Her hair, while beautiful and well maintained with a shine that made even the sun more beautiful, was always slightly disheveled, the silky tresses not quite willing to cooperate. John had found that all other women paled in comparison to Libby, and now had living proof sitting in front of him.

While John and Libby had never had a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship Libby kept John from putting the make on anyone else. John had tried to revolt from the situation by having a girlfriend and flaunting her in front of Libby but it didn't seem to bother her and it bothered him, a lot. While Libby always seemed to have a boyfriend, they changed regularly and never seemed particularly important to Libby. John had loved Libby from a distance for many years now, it had to be at least four.

Libby had always described their relationship as one of friendship, a brother sister type of friendship, although John never really understood that. He always fought with his sister like cats and dogs. Over the years John had been her confidant, her sounding board. She hung out with a different group of kids, revolved in a different circle than he did. She was the football player crowd, he was soccer, she was party oriented and he was cerebral, not quite dorky but perhaps slightly ostracized for his intelligence. He was the one she would call when she got home from the party everyone wished they were invited to, but John hadn't attended.

Although the idea of going to this party was completely against his idea of a good evening, he would do anything for Libby, and besides he had this brief interlude alone with her, and the added bonus of being able to watch her all evening.

"I'm so psyced school's over... Have you decided what you're doing in the fall? We haven't talked in so long I don't even know where you're going or if you're going to college."

"I got offered a couple of soccer scholarships, but I haven't made up my mind yet. I have to make a choice in the next week or two."

"Cool! a scholarship?"

"Yeah, a full ride... I'm going to work over the summer to try to save some money but I won't even have to pay for books, and as long as I live on campus I even eat for free."

"John we should go, but I have to tell you something first."

"uhh ok..." that sinking feeling coming on, John was sure what she was going to tell him was that she was meeting someone at the party, so all he had to do was drop her off. He was taken aback by the abrupt change of subject, he almost glanced, almost looked to see I the lions were circling.

"John, I'm really sorry I've taken you for granted while we were in high school... I umm... really do appreciate you being there for me." John's insecurity hit a high peak. "... was wondering if, umm we could like, be a couple for a while... Kind of try it out I mean... um... you know what I mean?"

It was the first time in recorded history that John ever saw Libby as anything but completely sure of herself, the first time he ever saw a lack of confidence in her demeanor, shy, insecure. He noticed that she was still cute when she blushed, actually even more attractive, if that was possible.

"You mean... you and me?" John's eyebrows rose in incredulity.

"I mean, I know we've always been like brother and sister, but I've always compared the other guys to you and... well... I never really had any fun with them like I do with you..."

"Really? You mean you and me?" John knew he was repeating himself but he just couldn't quite help himself. "But we're... um, so different... You hang out in different circles Libby... what would your friends say? Like, Kelly goes out of her way to make me feel like shit..."

"That's because you intimidate her... You're smart. I think she likes you."

"That's nuts."

"Can you think about it? I mean for a little while?" She leaned over and cut off any response he could've given by kissing him lightly on the lips. She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. He noticed how bright her eyes were, the color of the Mediterranean off of Greece, dark blue, and just about as deep. "Come on John, we've gotta go."

John didn't even notice the ride to the party, couldn't even tell you if he stopped at the stop sign or not, never noticed the traffic light. He could only hope he was driving on instinct and actually obeying at least some of the laws of the road. His mind was reeling when they walked in the party and Libby took John's hand.

As all parties do, this one rose and fell over the hours, the house filled, people got drunk, people passed out, people left. The keeper of the keys evaluated everyone before they left to determine that someone in the group was sober enough to drive. Libby drifted off during the party and John spent some time actually talking to Kelly and Libby's other friends for the first time, and, surprisingly, found that he was enjoying himself. It was the first party he ever went to that he didn't just hang out in the shadows and observe.

Libby came and went throughout the party, always departing with a brief kiss, and when she touched his arm as she came back he felt that flutter of the heart, the burst of warmth that gave him confidence that he'd never had before. He'd have to figure out the dynamics later. He got through the keeper-of-the-keys test with flying colors, he didn't really drink much during the evening, but he did have trouble saying the alphabet backwards, always had sober or not. Again his mind was reeling as Libby took his hand and held him close as they walked towards the car. John could smell Libby's hair, feel her hip move as she walked, feel her breast rub against his arm as they approached the car.

He was amazed at the turn around he'd gotten from Libby and was still somewhat dubious. He was still afraid this was some kind of a joke but he knew Libby would never do that to him, well, perhaps... he hoped as hard as a human being could hope that she wouldn't. As John pulled up in front of Libby's apartment he opened his door and went to Libby's side of the car with the thought of opening her door for her. She was already standing by the car by the time he got around it with an unsure smile on her face.

"I'll just walk you to the door..." John felt as awkward as the phrase sounded. He was thankful for the darkness, as he knew he was blushing again.

"You don't want to come up?"

"Um uh... yeah... sure... I mean I'd love to!" John hated it when he stuttered.

As they walked in the door Libby once again settled on the corner of the sofa and John stood just inside the entrance watching her, unsure where he should sit. As Libby got up he watched her uncoil from the sofa, and once again marveled at the beauty and grace of this creature as she walked to John. Her small pert breasts, nipples slightly erect and showing through the fabric of her top, her slim hips and flat stomach that only the young can achieve, long tapered legs, the shape of which was still apparent even through her jeans, ending in slim ankles and dainty white sneakers. The way she moved was hard to describe, fluid, languid, feline perhaps.

She put her hands up on John's chest and laid her head against his chest. John's hands, as if with a mind of their own, slid around Libby. He had always wanted to hold her like this, her hair smelled of strawberries and tickled his nose, her shoulders felt so small in his arms, her small body pressing against him.

"hmmm this feels good John, it feels right..."

John was terrified. He shuddered slightly and tried to implore his cock to remain soft. With a mind of its own it continued to grow and he started to worry that Libby could feel it.

"what's wrong John?" Libby said misinterpreting his body language, the growing tenseness as he tried to keep his hard on away from her, his body stiffening with the effort. Her hands slid around his back and her hips pressed forward. John could once again feel the blush caress his cheeks as his hard cock made contact through his pants with her flat belly. Libby looked back and could see the embarrassment on his face. She looked at him deeply once again before sliding from his arms and walking towards the small kitchen. "Do you want a beer?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Umm yeah I'd love one" He was unsure if she had broken off contact because of his embarrassing condition.

"Have you made a decision John?" the nonchalant manner the question was asked threw John off for a moment.

"... a decision?"

"Yeah, about you and me" Libby looked at him through the little opening between the kitchen and the dinning room/living room.

"oh! Uhh I dunno Libby. We've been friends for a really long time, I wouldn't want to fuck that up. Oh! sorry" Scrunching up his shoulders, his hand in front of his mouth as he realized what he said. He adored this woman, he wanted to be with her so badly, but the possibility of losing her friendship was almost more frightening than the fact that she seemed to like him, almost like she had harbored the same feelings he'd always had.

Libby walked into the living room and settled back down on the couch. "John, come sit down with me..." and John walked over to the recliner and sat down. "John, over here..." and Libby smiled tolerantly at John. He decided the only way she wouldn't see him constantly blushing was to have an eternal sunburn.

John wanted nothing more than to be a couple with Libby... He smiled as the irreverent thought popped in his head that he'd really like to couple with Libby too... but he had to be sure. He knew if she wasn't serious, and if he didn't play his cards exactly right he would blow something he had longed for for so many years and a friendship that would make life so bland if it went away. He sat stiffly next to Libby.

"Libby, you're beautiful, you're popular, I've thought about being with you for so long... I... uh... I'm just... shit, I don't how to say what I'm feeling..."

"I don't understand John, we always have fun when we're together, we've known each other for so long, you're the best friend I've got, I just can't see anything wrong with it."

"Yeah, but... well, like now is a good example. I've never been at a loss for words with you, until now, I've never been uncomfortable being near you, until now. I've always been able to tell you anything with no fear, and now... well I don't know what to do..."

"what do you mean... you don't know what to do?"

"I don't know if I should just sit here and talk to you or kiss you..." John looked down at his hands in frustration. He'd never felt so awkward. "You... um, have experience, and I... well... I don't."

"I don't have as much experience as you think I do John."

"But you've had boyfriends..." a plaintive tone to his voice showing the anguish that John was feeling.

"Yeah, and every time they wanted to makeout I just couldn't get into it. I... umm I thought about you... There! I said it. That's usually why we broke up." Now it was her turn to turn red and look down at hers hands clenched tightly in her lap.

"You thought about me?" The look of incredulity returned to his face. "Really?"

"Yep." And she turned her face to look sideways at John.

"Why didn't you ever, well, tell me or something?" He was struggling to keep his face from breaking into a totally shit eating happiest moment of his life type grin.

"I thought you'd make the first move. I didn't know how... and girls aren't supposed to..."

"I had no idea! I thought you thought of me as... a... umm, brother or something." John again looked down at his hands, shuffled his feet under the glass coffee table a bit. "I'm... uh, I don't know what to do again..."

"Whaddaya mean John?"

"I mean I don't know whether I should try to kiss you or... fuck." Frustration was apparent in his voice and by the clenching of his hands.

Libby could tell how upset and uncomfortable John was, he was so upset he didn't even apologize for the 'fuck' this time. She tried to make a joke to get John to relax. "John, it would be my first time so, if that happens we probably should kiss a time or two beforehand, don't ya think?"

John turned and looked at Libby, staring deeply into her eyes. Libby could actually see the wheels turning and realization dawning as he understood she was teasing him. She was fascinated by the transition as realization came, then a hearty laugh. She felt so much better knowing they had passed the most awkward time and their relationship had returned almost to the comfortable state but a little deeper than it had ever been before in that moment.

Libby leaned over to John and gave him a small kiss, just a brushing of lips more than anything. John's response was to kiss her back his hands still in his lap he followed her slightly as she pulled back. She laid down into the corner of the couch and John slid down with her laying his head on her chest. Libby put her arm over John and held him close to her, John's fingers idly tracing random patterns on her arm. Goosebumps rose on her skin as the tingles went from his touch to spread throughout her body. She was amazed at what a simple touch from John could do.

John leaned up to kiss Libby once again, kissing her lightly on the chin. Sliding up against her, he could feel the swell of her breasts against his chest, her legs next to him, the upper half of his body on top of her, his arms supporting his weight and he leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so soft and supple, they parted and took his bottom lip between hers, gently suckling. His reaction was almost instant as his cock once again hardened. He was sure she could feel it against her side and he tried to slide a little more of his body off of her so she wouldn't notice. As he lifted up slightly she bent her leg forcing it under his hips giving him no choice but to slide fully between her legs, his cock pressing against her pussy through their clothes. Her tongue invaded his mouth and wrestled with his tongue as her hips began a subtle undulation.

John's cock tingled like it had never tingled before and he lost the fight against the instinct to grind into her harder. She pushed hard against him sliding down further on the couch to a fully reclining position and he let his weight settle a little more firmly on her. "hmmmm" she moaned into his mouth as they continued to kiss.

John was amazed that just grinding with her could produce such sensations. He felt better than when he stroked his cock, except for perhaps, right before he came. The feelings just grew and grew in intensity and he felt his balls pull up against his body preparing to unload in his pants.

"oh... oh... Umm..." and John pushed himself off Libby staving off the impending orgasm and embarrassment.

"John, what's wrong?"

"Uh nothing... really..."

"Come on... what's wrong... that didn't feel good to you?"

"oh god did that feel good."

"Then why did you get up?"

"Because"

"Because why? Come on John! What's wrong?" her voice became imploring and when John worked up the courage to look at her she looked as if she was on the verge of tears.

"It felt too good Libby... I was... umm... getting close..."

"Getting close? Close to what?" And it was John's turn to watch the dawn of realization. "You mean you were going to... ?"

John's face flushed again and he hated it as always. "Yeah."

"and that's bad?"

"It would've been... embarrassing, and messy."

"I've never done that before."

"You've never done what?"

"I've never made a guy... um... squirt before... I wish you hadn't stopped."

"Have you ever... you know... had an orgasm?"

"Lots of times... but never with anyone else..."

"Were you... uh going to? I mean now?"

"It felt really good but... no not yet... I probably could though..."

"Like that?"

"I suppose so... it... um... usually takes a little more... direct contact..." John was relieved to see the blush rush through her cheeks too.

"Libby I don't want to rush things... You're important to me... you have been for a really long time." John turned as he said it and leaned against the wall facing into the kitchen. He didn't want Libby to see his uncertainty. He heard her rustle, sensed her walking up behind him and jumped a little when he felt her hands on his sides. She slid her hands up under his arms and held his shoulders back as she hugged him from behind.

"John, lets just let what happens happen... and if you wanna... um let it go then... let it go." Libby whispered in John's ear.

"Are you sure Libby?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I want to feel you... I want to make you feel good... I want to... be a real couple, in every way. I've never felt this way with anyone else before, and I think, maybe, I've always felt this way about you, I just didn't realize it." Libby's hands slid over John's chest still holding him close to her. Her hands slid lower, to his belt. John wanted her to stroke him so badly that his stomach sucked in every time her fingers approached his belt. Her fingers slid just inside his belt, and he tingled as she slid her fingers through his pubic hair. His cock had shriveled during their conversation but it was enormously hard now and he twitched when her finger made its first contact with the head of his cock. As a matter of fact it was the first time any female fingers had ever made contact with his cock.

Libby's voice was husky as her fingers struggled to feel the hardness that was encased so tightly in its cocoon of denim, "John, I want to learn, I want to learn with you, I want to feel you, I want you to feel me."

The feelings that were being created by her fingers were so much more intense than the feelings that he was able to create with his own hand. He turned in Libby's arms and she pulled her hand out of his pants as he pressed his pelvis against hers. John's lips caressed hers in a soft emotion filled kiss. He felt her lips part slightly, tentatively and his opened slightly, his tongue entering her mouth, her lips opening wide. John pulled back and looked at Libby, her blue eyes moist, intense.

"Libby, I want you so badly, but I don't want to rush things... maybe we should... umm slow down some..."

"John, we've been friends for years, I think I've always really loved you, I wasn't sure before but I am now, I want to learn with you, but, I want you to like it too."

"Libby I should go, I have to work in the morning. It's my first day, Dad got me a job with a concrete company, I really need to get some sleep... and I don't want to rush this." Then he smiled at Libby, "You want to try an experiment?"

"What kind of an experiment?"

"A 'certainty that you want me' kind of experiment."

"Ok, and if I do your 'experiment'" and she made quotation marks in the air, "Will you loosen up some? Will you understand what I've been trying to tell you all night? That I love you, that I always have loved you? And that I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it?"

"Well, I'll at least understand that you want me like I want you..."

"Ok I'll do it... whatever it is I'll do it." Her expression was a mix of frustration and pleading.

"When you go to bed tonight, touch yourself... Make yourself umm you know, and see if you think of me at the uh, right time... but you have to be absolutely honest."

"You really want me to do that?"

"Yes"

"You'll do it too?... and think of me?"

"yes."

John kissed Libby quickly and walked out of the apartment quickly before he lost his nerve. As he sat in his car with his head down against the steering wheel he couldn't believe he hadn't gone for it. 'What the fuck is wrong with me? I've loved Libby for so long, and now I have my chance. First I almost came just dry humping her, to the point where I embarrassed myself and then I give her a stupid exercise?' "Awww fuck!" an impassioned wail. He turned the key and drove away.

Libby heard his car leave. She couldn't believe his car was actually leaving! She figured he'd come back, what guy didn't want to fool around. All these years she'd thought of John at the movies while fighting to keep guys hands out of her blouse, let alone out of her pants, fought off the octopus her dates had become while they were dropping her off in front of her parents house, ignored the lusty stares she got from her school mates. She had eventually alienated all of her boyfriends and the end result was that she finally understood how much she loved John, and she WANTED him to touch her and he wouldn't. What's wrong with me? She thought.

'Maybe he really does love me, maybe he's right and we should take it slower.'

She lay down on the couch and idly stared at the TV. 'He really wants me to masturbate? What if I don't think of him at the moment.'

Her hand slipped down to her chest and began drawing small circles around her nipple, and felt the little rush of tingles as it hardened beneath her finger. She thought of the feelings when she felt them rubbing against John as he held her close, of the tingles that she got just from him touching her arm, how she felt his arm brush her breast as she held him close while they walked to the car from the party.

Her hand traveled lower, over the smooth skin of her stomach showing below her shirt. Her hand absently undid the button of her jeans and slid inside. As her finger slid down through her pubic hair and felt her lips she found them engorged, with wetness seeping, she collected a touch of her juice and spread it over her clit, her two fingers forming a nice pocket for her clit as they began to travel in lazy circles.

It felt so nice to have John's weight on her, he was so cute, suspending his weight on his elbows as he hugged her. The feeling of his cock against her... she shivered and her fingers picked up their pace, pressing harder and she felt a renewed flow of juices lubricate her. She felt so lewd as she pressed against his hard on. She'd never done anything but try to let whoever she was with know that she wasn't interested in 'that', at least not with them. But she loved the feeling of trying to get John interested, of being able to let her desires be known. She remembered the tingles as he ground his hard on against her, how much she wanted him to take her clothes off and slide into her, where no one had ever gone. She thought of laying there exactly how she had, but naked this time, wondered if it would hurt, wondered if it would feel good, the feeling of fullness as he slid into her the first time... then her conscious thought dissolved as her orgasm took over.

Her head went back, her back arched, breasts thrust out, nipples at their maximum hardness. Her legs quivered as the sensation invaded her entire body. Her pussy clenching, her clit hard and sensitive, bursting in pleasure with each orgasmic wave. Her body began to relax, her ass hit the couch again and she shuddered an after orgasm tremble, her finger jerking across her clit setting her off again as she once again tensed, her moans that she distantly realized were hers.

"Oh! Oh god oh god..." she cried to herself panting, trying to force air to her lungs. She had masturbated for years now but never had an orgasm that intense before. She lay on the couch, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body, beginning to feel cool in the night air. She pulled an afghan over her exhausted body and immediately fell asleep, legs apart, jeans undone, blouse pushed up around her neck, breasts exposed.

John thought about the evening on the short drive home. He had such a fun time at the party, the people he'd always assumed were different than him seemed to accept him as one of their own. He was still reeling over Libby, god he loved her so. He knew he did, he knew he had for so long. He walked in the house, went upstairs to tell his parents he was home, and went back down to his lower floor bedroom. His erection had never fully deflated and it caught his boxers as he slid them down. He laid in the darkness thinking about Libby, her face, her shoulders, her breasts, her flat stomach almost idly stroking the length of his cock.

He wondered what she looked like naked. He knew she would look every bit as beautiful as he expected her to. He wondered if she was 'doing the experiment' right then. His mind's eye had an image of Libby in her bed, legs spread, rubbing her clit. He had a flash of tingles, realized the pace of his hand had accelerated and that he had passed the point of no return, he tried to hold off, to stave off the inevitable, his body tensing, the veins of his neck standing out, the muscles of his arms and legs taut as he fought the rising tide, but his hand never stilled. He finally gave in to the pleasure, his hand still stroking his cock as the pearly white semen flew out of his cock to land on his chest, his stomach, the first three jets intense in volume, distance and intensity of sensation.

"Ohh! Oh... unh..." rough course grunts with each contraction of his balls forcing out another flying streamer of cum. The intensity of the jets diminished but not the intensity of the sensation as the cum boiled out of his cock, running down over his hand to pool in his pubic hair at the base of his cock. The speed of his hand slowed, not touching the oversensitive head of his cock but stoking up and down the still hard shaft. His breathing slowly settled back down to normal, his eyes slowly closing, rolling back in his head as an exhausted slumber threatened to over take him. He reached wearily into his dirty clothes hamper for a towel, wiped his chest and stomach off, shuddered as the towel wiped off the still sensitive head of his cock. He dropped the towel to the floor, rolled over on his side and was asleep, a content smile on his face.

Morning came early to John and although he thought he was in good shape he was doubly sure he wanted to go to college now, he used muscles he didn't know he had. He came home tired, dirty and a little frustrated that concrete could seem so fucking complicated. It seemed so simple from the outside, but there were so many considerations to keep in mind while it was being poured, different additives, levels, forms, all sorts of shit he'd never considered.

He walked in the house late, being the new guy and a friend of the boss' kid, he had to do all the clean up for the day, washing tools, trucks and equipment and setting up for the following day, it was after 8. He wished he had the day off tomorrow and could try to figure out how to get Libby to spend more time with him. He thought of the experiment and how he had passed with flying colors, he wondered if Libby had done it, whether she'd be honest and what she had thought about.

There was a note from his little sister on the counter.

"John, Libby called four times and wants you to call." One small problem, John didn't have Libby's new number. He had her parents' number but not her apartment number. As much as he wanted to see her he was exhausted, as tired as he'd ever been, and he still needed to take a shower and eat dinner. He went up to shower, letting the cool, but not uncomfortably so, water rinse the days sweat, dust and grime off his body. As he got out of the shower and toweled off the phone was ringing.

"hello?"

"Hi John"

"Hey Libby! How are you today?"

"tired and you?"

"I am so tired you wouldn't believe it. Worked my ass off today, it'll get better but man, did it suck today."

"Can you come over?"

"Libby, I really want to but I'm really beat, and I have to be at work tomorrow at 6:30."

"I was hoping you'd be home earlier, I was thinking we could just hang out and watch a movie, just kind of hang out here?" John knew he'd lost the battle, he knew, in fact, that he had already lost all the battles, what Libby wanted he was going to do anything he could to make sure she got.

"I can't stay long Libby, really I have to get some sleep tonight, and I am really going to be sore tomorrow."

"I'll help you work some of the kinks out." He knew it was said in innocence but was barely able to stifle the laugh.

"Ok but one question first."

"Yeah?"

"Did you do the experiment?"

"Yes" He barely heard the response, her voice had dropped several decibels.

"And did you... umm think of me?"

"yes" even quieter but sure, so certain in tone and so instant that he knew she was telling the truth. The images from the preceding evening shot through his head and he was almost instantly erect... well it may take a little time but he was certainly tingling instantly. "and you?"

"I passed with flying colors. Give me a half hour to shower, clean up some and grab a bite and I'll be over, but I really can't stay very long."

"I'll make you comfortable, I promise, just please come over for a while? I'll even cook you something for dinner."

John made it to Libby's about an hour later, freshly scrubbed, skin on his legs a little raw from the concrete dust that had adhered and hydrated from his sweat and hardened, taking large patches of hair from his leg in the removal process. He swore he'd never wear shorts to work again no matter how hot it was.

Libby answered the door in a pink semi halter top and white shorts, with bobby socks and tennis shoes. She answered the door with a broad smile and an almost wifely kiss on the cheek. 'Man! I could get used to that' John thought.

She walked in the apartment pulling him by the hand and took him to the dinning room table where she had set out a single place setting with a huge plate of spaghetti, some garlic bread, and even, what John irreverently considered rabbit food, a salad.

"You aren't eating?" He was thinking that he'd never get through that whole plate. He wasn't a big eater to begin with and his stomach was a little rocky from working in the heat all day.

"I ate before you got home." He smiled, thinking how much he liked the sound of that.

"You eat, I got a movie, something about radio guys in world war two, we can watch after you eat and I'll rub your back."

'Now that's a woman, a guy flick and everything' John thought.

Libby told John about her day, she went shopping with Kelly, and asked him all sorts of questions, clucking sadly when John talked about how hard he worked and listening with interest when he talked about how complicated this was even though it had seemed so easy. When he was done eating he took his dishes to the sink and started running the water soap mixture intending to get them clean.

"John, I'll get those later come on, lets watch the movie before you fall asleep." She took his wet hand and dragged him into the living room where she had laid a blanket on the floor replete with pillow and everything. The carpet was thick and comfortable and as he laid down he started to realize what a nice apartment it was. The area was awesome, and the apartments were big, with a great view of the valley. He wondered how Libby afforded it, how her parents could afford it.

"ohhh god! That feels good" her fingers were rubbing his shoulders, the center muscles up and down his back. Libby pulled John's shirt up slowly, a little further with each rub. John slid partially on his side and pulled the shirt up over his head. Libby's hands on his bare skin felt so good, kind of lightly rubbing, not the deep massage of just a moment earlier.

John was intimately aware that Libby's ass was on his back. The feel of her legs against his side was enough to cause his cock to harden.

"John, roll over."

John slowly rolled over as Libby lifted up and reddened as Libby got a subtle smile on her face as she settled down on John's cock. Her shorts were thin linen, and he knew she had felt his hard on. She shimmied slightly back and forth as she settled her weight fully on John's cock, and began rubbing his chest. She leaned over slowly, her lips coming in contact with his. John moaned quietly as Libby's lips parted, and he instinctively pressed his hips up slightly, grinding slightly side to side. Libby slid over to the side of John continuing to run her hands lightly on John's chest. Her hands traced lower with each revolution, finally coming in contact with his belt.

John's stomach fluttered as her fingers slid slightly under his waistband. The wish for her fingers to slide under and touch his cock was intense and was the overriding thought in his head. John turned his head, raised up on one elbow and again kissed Libby, his hand sliding over her flat stomach, he felt Libby inhale and hold it. His hand moved slowly upward, tentatively moving over the valley were her breast met her torso, sliding up over her mound to feel her nipple harden under his palm.

"hmmm" Libby groaned as she released her held breath. John's finger focused on her nipple, circles surrounding it, taking it between his finger and thumb and rolling gently, feeling it continue to harden. His hand slid down, under the bottom band of her halter shirt, again sliding up over her nipple. Her nipple was long and wider than he expected, and he marveled at how much he liked having it pressed against his palm as he massaged her breast. His hand slid lower on her stomach, his legs intertwining with hers, her mouth opening to take his bottom lip between her lips, gently biting it, just enough pressure to feel. John's hand stopped to undo the button on her shorts, sliding the zipper down slowly, Libby moaned softly.

"John, I've umm... I've never... let anyone, any guy... uh, touch me there before."

John pulled back and looked at her, struggling to keep the look of incredulity from appearing on his face.

"Are you for real? What about... your old boyfriends..."

"They wanted to, but well... I didn't, I told you."

"I know you told me but... I thought you meant... umm you know..."

"I've obviously never had sex either... but I'm serious, I've never let anyone touch me... down there."

"Do you want me to stop?" John said while his hand remained motionless under her panties, fingers just touching the edges of a sparse and very soft pubic bush.

"No, I really want you to touch me, there..." She rolled slowly onto her back, her legs falling open as she did. John's hand slid lower, he didn't have a whole bunch of experience at this either, but he was going to try like hell.

His hand slid lower, disappearing at the wrist where it slid under the light peach silky panties. As his fingers slid lower he felt her clit... that's what it had to be, at the top of her lips that separated as his finger traced down between them. Libby jumped slightly, maybe more of a twitch, as his fingers made their first contact with her clit. Libby reached down and took his other hand that was laying between them, fingers interlocking as his active fingers began their investigation. He tapped her clit with the tip of his forefinger and she once again twitched, maybe a little more than a twitch this time.

His finger once again slid down between her lips and he felt the opening of her pussy. The wetness was astounding, and fascinating to John. He couldn't get enough of it, loved the way it felt between his fingers, the way her skin felt so soft and smooth, and slippery. His finger entered her slightly and Libby pushed her hips forward, trying to get more of his finger inside. He felt a thin piece of... skin, not completely closing off her channel, enough room to slide a finger inside.

"That feels really good..."

"I don't know... I'm not sure what feels... umm, good."

"It feels great John."

"Yeah, but I want to do it right... Do you like this?" He said tapping gently on the tip of her clit...

"Oh! A little too sensitive for that... here do this..." and Libby took his hand in hers, sliding her fingers through his, showing him the small circular patterns that she always used to cum when she masturbated. John got the hang of it pretty quickly although his touch was just a little too soft to get Libby over the edge.

"Harder, John... ohhhh press harder..."

Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, her head back, her hard nipples showing through her halter. John continued to rub Libby's clitoral shaft, never quite touching the actual clit but massaging it through the clitoral hood. Every once in a while he dipped his finger into her opening to collect more moisture.

Libby continued to climb towards her release as the sensation from John's finger grew. It felt just like when she did it, but the unpredictability of someone else's movements made it feel just that much better. Libby knew if she didn't stop him soon she was going to...

"John, stop! Oh John please stop..." she said in contradiction to the movement of her body. Her hips pressed forward, moving up and down, trying to increase the pressure of his fingers at the same time as they were trying to get his fingers to penetrate her.

"John... oh John... I'm going too... Oh John... feels so... Oh so good..." And Libby's head fell back, her eyes rolling back. John could feel the convulsions as she gave in to her orgasm...

"Don't stop... oh please don't stop... ohh!" her statement ending in a long drawn out wail as the orgasm ripped through her body. John watched her twitch as each orgasmic wave crashed on the shores of her wet pussy, her legs began shuddering her breasts jiggled as her mind lost control of her body. Her hands raised and clenched, then unclenched to clench again as she continued to cum. She felt the sensation slowly ebbing away only to rise again as he pressed a finger slightly inside her gathering juices. Her pussy was so sensitive, but if felt so good, that finger rubbing her walls...

Her second orgasm was deeper than her first but it came and went a little faster too... She focused on the sensation of his finger sliding inside of her, rubbing her walls and then felt a flash of tingles as his palm contacted the knob of nerves, soaked with juices, at just the right time, and with no warning she exploded once again, her head once again going back, her hips rising off the floor as she tried to fuck John's finger.

As she regained normalcy, or as close as she was going to get to it, she realized she was breathing deeply as if she had just run a mile full out. She then realized that John was too. She reached out to feel John's belly, muscles taut, sliding down to undo his belt, the button of his pants, reaching inside his boxers to make first contact with John's cock.

She slid the waist band of his boxers down, his cock catching on the edge and the tingles almost put him over. He was still amazed by his reaction to Libby's orgasm, the look on her face, the tenseness of her body as she crested were undoubtedly the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. The sounds she made however, were the thing he would remember forever.

Her hand was slightly cool, her trim fingers running the length of his cock, barely touching the skin. John wanted her to grip him, to stroke him and the softness of her actions were maddening. His hips began to move as her fingers wrapped around him, gripping him firmly but not too tightly and she began to stroke his length. The feeling of having someone else's hand stroking his cock was wonderful. He knew he wouldn't be able to take much of this before he came.

"Libby... if you don't... ohhh... if you don't stop I'm going to... ohhh I'm going to... ohhh... make a mess... uhnnn"

Libby stopped stroking him and sat up. She watched his face as she once again took a hold of his achingly hard cock.

"I want you to... I want to see... I want to watch you..."

Her shorts were still undone, her hair disheveled, her eyes wild as she stroked him faster. John saw her nipples pressed against her halter, points pressed the fabric out in two dots, as she stroked him, her unfettered breasts waving back and forth as her hand rose and fell the length of his cock.

"Ohh, oh god oh..." John's hips thrust upward as he felt the pearly white cum trace the length of his cock. His focus became inwards as his testicles tightened fully up against his body. He struggled not to cum, afraid of her reaction, and finally relented to the feelings. His cock swelled noticeably in her hand and as she watched a stream of cum flew from the tip, landing on her halter top, followed by another swelling as another shot, this time pointed up, flew up into the air a few inches to fall back on her hand, still stroking his length. His tendons were ropes in his neck, every muscle hard, tensed, the cords of his stomach fluttering as he thrust his cock deeper into her hand, fucking her fingers.

"Oh Libby... oh Libby... oh oh oh..." each timed with a pulse of cum, the first flying and landing on his belly, the last few gurgling, still voluminous to flow down over her stroking hand, pooling at the base of his cock, sinking into the matt of pubic hair. John had never felt anything so glorious and had never felt so exhausted as he did now.

Libby slowly lay down, her finger playing in the cooling streaks of cum on John's belly, dipping, pulling it slightly, tracing her finger through it.

"John, that was amazing... that was... really cool!" and she started to laugh.

"oh god Libby... that felt... that felt so good." Each sentence fragment broken by ragged breaths as John's heart slowly came to a normal pace.

Libby kissed John's cheek and reached down gently stroking his cock, reticently deflating.

"I want to do it again John... I want you to cum again... and again and again..."

"Libby, I umm..." John almost said the 'L' word... but hesitated. He knew he loved this woman, wondered how she could be so open, so sensual, so erotic, but so... fresh, so girl next door cute at the same time. "... I want that too..." and he turned and kissed her back, on the lips, his lips separating, his tongue tentatively sliding into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, his arms around her neck.

Libby laughed as John's emotions threatened to get out of control. "Let me get you a towel lover..." and she rose walking into the kitchen, the streak of his cum a dark pattern on the front of her halter. The realization that it thrilled him when she called him 'lover' came as a shock wave of warm emotion flowing through him at the sound. She came back and kneeled next to John, wiping his cum from his stomach, leaning over to kiss him once again.

"I'll be right back." And she smiled at him as she rose and walked down the hall towards her bedroom. John, looked over and saw a war scene on the TV. He didn't have a fucking clue what was going on and barely recognized that Libby had returned and snuggled up beside him as his eyes slowly closed, his breathing becoming deeper, regular, griping the arm of this woman he loved so, but was afraid to tell. He kissed her fingers, her knuckles and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes the closing credits were on the screen, Libby was laying next to him snoring quietly. He couldn't figure out if he'd been sleeping for fifteen minutes or two hours. When his eyes focused enough to see the clock it was midnight.

He sat up slowly disentangling himself from her arm that had been thrown possessively over him. By the light of the TV he sat and just watched her sleep. She was so peaceful, so cute, her mouth slightly opened.

He leaned over and quietly kissed her before he stood.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"Where are you going?"

"Libby, I have to go home. I have to work tomorrow, actually today in about 6 hours."

"I don't want you to leave."

"I know babe, but I have to." Libby's heart fluttered at being called babe, it was just so familiar, so endearing, she did love this guy. Why had it taken so long for her to figure it out?

"Call me tomorrow when you get home?"

"Depends on what kind of day I have, I really do have to get some sleep sometime."

"Can you just come straight here from work? Bring a change of clothes? We can just hang out here again... You got sleep." Her voice once again plaintive.

"I don't know what time I'll get here, but I'll tell my folks I'm going out. I'll have to leave relatively early, I still have to work in the morning."

"John, spend the night, you can sleep here. Please."

"I'll see what I can do sweets."

As John walked down the stairs to the parking lot and his truck, he couldn't get over how great it felt to be there with Libby. How good it felt to wake up next to Libby, how much he felt like a couple with her. He still couldn't get over how quickly their relationship had gotten so deep. He came to the realization that it had always been this deep, this was just... more. He thought of nothing but Libby as he fell asleep, and was thinking of her when he woke up, during his breakfast, and the drive to the job site.

Several times that day he was woken from what he was growing to call his Libby trance, leaning on a shovel staring off into space.

He was exhausted again when he knocked on Libby's door. The smile he received when she opened the door made everything seem ok as Libby threw her arms around his neck. The perfect cap to a long 13 hour day toiling in the construction trade.

"Hey! How was your day, are you hungry?"

"Long, hot, and filthy, I need a shower." He came out of the shower fifteen minutes later, freshly scrubbed and in soccer shorts and a Tshirt.

"Man that felt good."

"Come eat, I made a steak."

As he sat down at the table and looked across at Libby he had to ask the question.

"Libby, why are you doing all this?"

"All what?"

"The dinner, having me over every night, acting like we're married, last night, letting me touch you, touching me... we're only 18."

"John, you're the best friend I've ever had, I've been thinking about it... a lot. And I've come to the conclusion that I love you... I really have loved you for a long time."

"Libby, I just don't want this to burn out. I'm afraid it'll end."

"John relax, this is just starting, enjoy it." And she put another bite into her mouth. John marveled that she could be so... dainty, when she ate. "Tell me about your day."

When John finished eating they settled down on the couch, soft music in the background. Libby leaned over and kissed John.

"Be careful, you'll get me started."

"That's what I wanted to do John, I want to get you started" and she smiled at him, leaning in to meet his lips with hers again. Her hand rubbed across the ridges of his stomach, sliding lower, pulling loose the string at the waist of his shorts. Her tongue seemed determined to keep him distracted as it wrestled with his. It lost the distraction battle as her fingers wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock lightly tracing his length, stroking from top to bottom and then back again. Libby leaned into John and gently pushed him down so he was laying on the couch with Libby nestled in beside him, her hand never stopping its travels up and down the length of his cock.

"hmmm" John moaned softly as the tingles began to course through his body. John brought his hand up to Libby's breast and gently teased it through the fabric of her Tshirt, again marveling at how much he loved to feel it grow hard beneath his fingers. Libby's crotch pressed against his thigh, her hips undulating against him. Libby slid down his body and pulled his shorts down over his hips, John lifting in assistance.

He felt the wet warmth as her lips closed over the head of his cock, her tongue bathing his shaft, licking around it, and as he looked down in surprise he saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked on his member. The sensation was one John had never before felt, it was at once the most wonderful thing he'd ever felt and frightening, for he knew he would last approximately 1.2 seconds before he...

"Oh god Libby!" she looked up at him.

"It doesn't feel good?" she asked, a tinge of fear in her voice.

"Oh god sweet heart it feels so good! But... I'm not going to be able to... ohhh!" he exclaimed as she once again wrapped her lips around it, and her tongue started to do it magical ministrations once again. "You're going to make me... ohhh make me cum..." Her head bobbed quicker, her lips stretching around his cock her tongue teasing the tip of his cock. He felt that he was going to explode, the tingles rising to a crescendo unlike he'd ever felt before.

"Ohhh, Libby stop I'm going to... ohh I'm gonna..." His ability to form words ended as his hips left the surface of the couch. Libby's hand encircled his cock right where her lips met and followed the progress of her head as it bobbed on his cock. John reached and passed the point of no return, not quite shooting off yet, but right at the edge. It seemed to last forever and his reluctance to cum in Libby's mouth was surpassed by his desire to cum. His entire body vibrating with his need to cum, legs twitching, neck tense, cock swelling, still not quite able to get over the edge to nirvana.

Libby's mouth traced up to the tip of his cock, she looked up at John's face as he struggled. She interpreted this to mean that he was struggling not to cum and took her mouth off of him to tell him it was ok to cum... that she wanted him to. As her hand passed over the crown of his cock the sensation overwhelmed John and his cock began to spray semen. Libby was surprised and jumped as a stream of the pearly white thick nectar of pleasure hit the underside of her chin.

She lowered her mouth onto him as he shot repeatedly swallowing between pulses, her choice seemingly one of wearing or swallowing, she pulled back off as the intensity of the shots slowed, her hand using her saliva and his cum to lubricate her strokes. She watched at closed range as the final pulses of cum oozed from the tip of his cock, watching as it trickled down his length, over her fingers to pool in his pubic hair. The last dollop coaxed out by her hand on the up stroke as she squeezed his cock. John's body slowly settled back down into the couch as Libby continued to loving stroke his cock, gently now, slowly, as she watched the after shock shudders pass through John's body.

"Oh my god Libby, that was the most intense thing... Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I've never done it before... I just did what felt natural, and what seemed to feel good to you."

As Libby slid up his body John pulled her tight to him, hugging her, her head resting on his chest.

"I can hear your heart beat"

John was sure she could, his heart still felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. As his hand slid lower on her body he resolved to give her as much if not more pleasure than she had given him. As his hand slid between her legs they parted, giving him access. Her top ankle hooking over the back of the couch. John slid over on the couch and pulled Libby until she was laying completely on her back. As he slid down her body he slid off the couch to kneel as his hands slid under her shorts pulling both her shorts and her panties down over her hips, down her long trim thighs and over her feet, dropping them on the floor beside him. His kisses trailed down her body, nibbling at one of her nipples through her shirt, kissing the under side of her breast, tongue dipping into her navel, he continued his relentless travel down her body.

He pulled her ass towards him and she put one leg on either side of him. His kisses trailed up the inside of her thigh, and as he neared her pussy he stopped to look at it. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The lips were distended, a slight trickle of juices coating the entire area. His finger reached out and touched her clit, visible at the top juncture of her lips and he smiled as he watched her body twitch. God he loved that, knew he'd never tire of it, his finger began the circles that Libby had taught him the night before.

Libby's legs began to twitch with each pass over her clitoral shaft, her body began to tense. John looked at Libby's face as her head fell back, her mouth opening, he noticed the hard nipples topping each mound that was the frame around her face. Her breasts were taut and his cock began to harden as he lowered his mouth to her. He suckled at the tendons where her legs met her body, his tongue tracing the crease between her pussy lips and her leg, teasing but not quite touching.

"oh please John... please..." her body twitched as his tongue reached out and flicked her clit. Dropping lower his tongue traced the length of her slit. John realized that he really liked the taste of her juices, he liked the slickness of her juice on his tongue, slowly dissolving away, the taste slightly salty, different from anything he'd ever tasted. He took Libby's clit between his lips, gently as she had shown him the previous night and began to flick it with his tongue. It just seemed natural to slide his finger into her opening and he moved his head to follow her as her hips began to pump.

Her legs felt like steel bands around his chest as his finger rubbed inside of her. He felt a rough patch at the top and her legs twitched tightly around her them fell wide open, giving unfettered access to her pleasure center. He took the hint and kept rubbing her walls, not quite concentrating on the rough spot but being sure to pass over it on each thrust, as he inserted another finger. He could feel Libby's body undulate, impaling itself on his fingers, vibrating with the need to cum. He felt the thin stretch of skin that indicated her virginity, pressing on it lightly, but leaving it intact. As his wrist began to become numb with exertion he focused on the rough spot, the one that caused her legs to fall open. The loud moaning that he heard was cut down to a dull roar as her legs clamped around his head, he struggled to keep her clit between her lips as he followed her wildly thrusting body. He felt a rush of liquid come from her as her body jumped, her torso coming up off the couch, falling slowly back then again jumping from the couch, the effect of thrusting her breasts at the ceiling. John rode Libby through her orgasm, his tongue slowing as she began to settle, becoming aggressive as she rose to the next peak.

John's jaw began to ache and he had mixed emotions when she finally rose enough to pull his mouth off of her clit, her arms hugging John's head, the angle of her body preventing additional stimulation of her pussy.

Libby pulled John up her body, pulling him on top of her. His revived throbbing cock nestled between her legs, and he could feel her juices, the warm lips of her pussy separating slightly as the head of his cock nestled against them.

"John, please make love to me... please, I want to..."

John couldn't believe his ears. Libby felt so soft beneath him, her breasts cushioning her chest as he suspended the majority of his weight as if he was doing pushups. Libbys' legs reached up to encircle his body her ankles pushing down on the cheeks of his ass, pressing him down.

The sensation was overwhelming as his cock entered a pussy for the very first time. Delightful flashes of tingles that coursed through his body, his attention focused on the warm wet feeling of her lips surrounding his cock. Her lips gave way slowly, a gentle thrust separating them, the moisture leaking as they parted giving him entrance. The warm sheath lubricating the tip of his cock, dragging up the skin, pulling on it gently, felt unlike anything he had ever felt. Reversing, his cock pulling on the lips, gathering more of her moisture, the lips extending slightly, lubricating more of his cock for the return slide back into her. She had a frown of concentration, a distant inward gaze as she concentrated on feeling the fullness she had never felt before, the slight pressure as the dull head of his engorged cock pressed against her hymen. The feeling he felt as he hit the hymen, an encompassing softness and increased pressure surrounding the head of his hardness, the back pressure on the head of his cock as the hymen bowed inwards under his slow but relentless attack created intense sensation that flowed from his cock to all reaches of his body. He hesitated, reared up on his arms and looked down at her, a quizzical look on his face.

"I'm ready... Go ahead."

He pressed forward slowly. She felt the burning sharp pain of the hymen slowly tearing.

"Do it... do it quickly, please."

He thrust forward sharply and was rewarded with the feeling of being fully one with this woman, as she grunted with the sharp burst of pain in her loins. He held still, deep within her, whispering in her ear... "are you ok? Did I hurt you?"

Her breathing was fast and shallow as she felt her inner walls absorbing his shaft. The sharp pain dulling to an ache, but being slowly overcome by a heavenly feeling of fullness, the tingles from his pubic bone pressing against her clit increasing as his body moved subtly with each of his deep breaths.

He could feel her entire body beneath him, her legs spread wide to accept him, her nipples, hard, pressing against his chest, her flat stomach against his, her sparse pubic hair blending with his. She held him with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her body feeling his vibrations as he struggled to remain still.

"Its ok... I'm fine."

John's hips pulled back slowly, his gaze still concentrated on her face, looking for any signs of pain, he stopped again with the head of his cock placed just in the entrance of her pussy, watching the slight grimace as the crown of his cock crossed the plain where her hymen had so recently been attached. The struggle to remain still was the hardest battle he had ever engaged as the sensations of his cock sliding so freely in the tight, warm and wet sheath that her pussy provided. The desire to slide in again was almost impossible to fight. His balls pulled up tightly to his body, his cock amazingly hard in its efforts to spew his seed inside this wonderful refuge.

"uhh! Ohh... You feel so good Libby... so very good..." and he let his hips fall, feeling the most amazing sensation of his 18 year old life. The gentle tugging of the skin over the entire surface of his cock, wonderfully lubricated, was so far ahead of the sensation he got when he stroked his own cock in his masturbatory efforts. His body was focused on the feelings emanating from his cock, his legs twitching in response to the bursts of pleasure coursing through his body, every muscle taut, still trying to overcome the instinct to repeatedly plunge his cock into her, fast, hard and repetitively.

"John... Fuck me... please..." Libby's breathing was still labored and she still felt the slight burning pain when the crown of his cock passed over her most tender area. While the pleasure was building the slight pain kept it from becoming the level of pleasure that signaled her orgasm. John thrust harder into her, gaining slightly more depth, forcing air out of her almost explosively. John felt the onset of the rush of sensation, the absolute tightening of his balls, the tense vibration of every muscle as he thrust into Libby again and again, her moaning had taken on a different timbre.

"shit... Libby... I uh... I'm going... going to... I can't stop... it..." Libby wrapped her legs around John and pulled him close to her as he thrust deep inside her. She could feel his cock grow slightly and felt as John's body burst with each shot deep within her depths. John pulled back and thrust deeply into her again and Libby felt a deep sensation as the crown of his cock rubbed her G spot followed almost instantly by a shower of sparks as his pubic bone pressed against her clit, the friction more intense as his body twitched with each orgasmic flutter.

The feelings that John was feeling were almost indescribable. The rush as his cum raced up the hard shaft of his cock, the warmth as he was fully encased in her pussy, the slight fluttering as he held his cock deep within her, his cum bursting forth from his cock, he felt as if his entire being was deposited through his cock deeply into his girlfriend. The current of pleasure that flowed through his body built him up to a tenseness unlike anything he had ever felt. The aftermath was the feeling one gets after a good massage, the relaxation, the warm glow that flowed through his body, completely at peace.

He rolled to his side, once again hugging her to him as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The level of love John felt for Libby was so deep, so intense at this moment that it brought tears to his eyes.

"I love you Libby" John said, not knowing whether she heard him or not, her regular breathing pattern similar to that one follows when asleep.

"I love you too John..." her whispered response. It felt so natural, so right to say it now. She knew she loved him, she knew she always would, and she knew he loved her too.

"Libby? Did you... ummm did you cum while we ummm... made love?"

"No John, not this time, but I will lover, next time..."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little... did it hurt you?"

John laughed "not even hardly... that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I felt so... close to you..."

Now Libby laughed. "You were in me John... You can't get much closer."

"Yeah but..." John's face blushing.

"I know, I know... I feel closer to you than I've ever felt with anyone before." Libby pulled John in closer to her, hugging him tightly. "Come on John we better get to bed..."

"oh god I want to Libby I really do but I don't know if I can..."

Libby laughed, "No you goof... to sleep. You have to leave for work in five hours..." and she laughed again as John blushed. "Let me heal a bit lover and then..." it was Libby's turn to blush. "... then we'll try everything... anything you want, everything I want... ok?"

"God I love you!"

Libby laughed as she pulled him up off the couch and he followed her like a lost puppy into the bedroom. Sleep came for both of them quickly, her head resting on his chest, his arm possessively around her shoulders.

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