Chapter 6

~Julia~ Wednesday July 10th.

I opened what I have now deemed my bikini drawer. I might have gone a little overboard with on-line shopping for bikinis, but I want to show myself off to my boyfriend. He loves me so much and is extremely happy that I have become more confident not only in my body but in myself. It’s all thanks to his encouragement that I have progressed so far so fast.

If not for the wanting looks alone that he gives me, my confidence would have grown. His reactions to seeing my body when I wear sexy clothes and swim wear makes me exude boldness. But with his kind, loving words my self-assurance radiates out of me.

I look through the assortment of bikinis that I have, needing to find the one that best represents me today. The best one to show Stan. One by one I pick them up and hold them in front of my naked body while standing in front of my mirror. I tremble a little at the next one I hold up in front of me. It’s a red mesh bikini and leaves practically little to the imagination.

“Definitely that one!” I turn to see my sister Megan standing in the doorway to our shared bathroom. “Stan will want to jump your bones the second he sees you in that.”

“I think so too.” I acknowledged.

I tied the top around my neck and then reached behind me and tied up the back. Then I adjusted the mesh on my breasts so that they were somewhat symmetrical in placement. I stepped into the bottoms and pulled them into place then I retied the strings on each of my hips so they would stay in place.

Checking myself in the mirror, my nipples and areola were clearly visible. Looking down between my legs I could see my some of my labia, my slit and clit were very evident. No matter how I adjusted the bottoms my kitty was almost on full display.

“You look so hot in that bikini.” My sister professed, “That even I want to fuck you!”

I blushed and turned back to look in the mirror. Yes. This is the one! Since I wasn’t going to be able to wear such a revealing swimsuit out of the house in our neighborhood, I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. This worked out well as I wanted to wait until Stan and I got out to the sandbar before showing him my suit.

I also grabbed another pair of shorts and t-shirts to bring along, so I could change out of what will surely be wet clothes at the end of the day. Grabbing everything I needed, I went downstairs to make a lunch and pack my things. Waiting impatiently in the garage for Stan to show up was torture.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long for him to show up. I ran up to him and gave him a kiss before he helped me carry my paddle board and gear to his truck. With everything in his truck we took off for Murphy’s Pond and the sandbar.

“Sarah is excited for our double date next Wednesday night.” I explained to Stan. “It’s all she has been talking about this week.”

“Dave seems pretty stoked as well.” Stan told me, briefly turning to look at me. “He loved the picture of her you sent to me. He even dropped his phone when I told him about her nipples.” We chuckled.

“Did you tell him anything else?” I inquired.

“I may or may not have mentioned that she has a tight pussy.” Remarked Stan.

“I’m sure he liked hearing that.”

“It certainly didn’t hurt in his opinion.” Stan affirmed.

“I’m sorry that our double date had to fall on the night we were going to celebrate your birthday.” I said to Stan feeling bad to take that away from him.

“It’s okay. As long as I’m with you it will be a great birthday, no matter what we are doing or who we might be with.” Assured my loving boyfriend as he gave my thigh a little squeeze.

“I promise, I will make it up to you!” I declared.

“I’m sure you will babe.”

A few minutes later we were pulling off the road into the dirt of the public access to Murphy’s Pond and no one was there this week. We unpacked and Stan helped me inflate my paddle board and once we got our gear sorted out we headed out the sandbar. I took my time paddling, matching my pace with Stan as he swam.

When we got to the sandbar, we staked down my paddle board. Put a couple of bottles of water in the sand just submerged in water to keep them cool. Then we laid out our beach towels. Stan proceeded to spray himself with sunscreen as I stripped of my shorts and t-shirt exposing my red mesh bikini.

“Would you mind spraying some sunscreen on me?” I asked Stan as he turned to look at me.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed.

“You like?”

“I love!” Stan answered enthusiastically.

“Good.” I retorted, “Now pick your jaw up off the ground and spray some sunscreen on me.”

Stan diligently sprayed sunscreen on me, making sure that he covered every nook and cranny. By the time he was done he probably knew my body better than I did and judging by the tent in his trunks he enjoyed every minute of it too. We laid down next to each, holding hands and soaking in the sun.

We would chat about things that happened over the past week. It was more like a recap as we just told each other the same things that we shared every night with each other when we talk or text on our phones. We talked about the feasibility of maybe getting an apartment together when go to college at the end of August.

No matter how much we thought about it, we just couldn’t think of a way to make it work. Both of us were discouraged about it, but realized that there wasn’t much that we could do about it.

After a few hours the heat of the day got to be too much and we went for a swim to cool down. We didn’t really swim. We went far enough in so that Stan could stand on the bottom while keeping his head above water and he held me in his arms since I was shorter and could stand without going completely under.

So we just held on to one another kissing and enjoying the cooling water. As we kissed I thought about all the years we’ve known each other. How I changed and he still stayed by my side and watched after me. I thought of the past almost month and a half that we have been together as boyfriend and girlfriend, and how happy we have been.

There was no way I was ever going to let my man go. I love him and want to be with him forever. Soon we were chilled enough from the water that headed back to the sandbar. We grabbed our water bottles out of the water and drank some. We set them down on our towels.

“We should probably apply some more sunscreen.” Stated Stan.

“No.” I exclaimed. “Not yet.”

“Why not?” He asked me.

“Because I’m ready Stan!”

“Ready for what?”

“You know damn well for what!” I insisted, as I hit on the shoulder.

He chuckled for a few seconds.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I am!” I declared.

“Well, we should address something that we haven’t discussed yet. Birth Control.” Mentioned Stan.

“I’m not currently on birth control.” I frowned telling him. “I never thought I would ever be with someone before this summer, so I never bothered.”

“I don’t have any condoms, so I’ll have to go to a store and buy some first.”

“No! Don’t go!” I pleaded as I didn’t want to lose my nerve. “You can just pull out right?”

“I can, but there is no guarantee that even if I do that you won’t get pregnant.” He informed me. “There can be sperm in pre-cum, so even with pulling out you could already be inseminated.”

I thought about it for a few minutes.

“We don’t have to rush things.” Stan took my hands and held them as he looked into my eyes. “We both knew this would happen at some point and we should have talked about it earlier. We could have planned, prepared to be ready for when the time came.”

Stan gave me a kiss on the forward.

“Stan.” I took a deep breath. “I want to do it now. Pull out before you cum.

“If that’s what you want?”

“It is.” I answered. “Just be gentle.”

“Of course, I will be gentle.” My boyfriend said as he consoled me by rubbing his thumbs on the top of my hands that he still held. “You have two options my love, for your first time. I can lay down and you can lower yourself onto me breaking your hymen, controling what pain there might be as well as how quickly and how much you want to take of me inside of you.

Or you can lay down and I can penetrate you. I’ll be as gentle as possible breaking your hymen and go as slow as you want for you to adjust to my size as I enter you. There will probably be some pain at first and maybe as I stretch you as I am on the thick side. I want you to be as comfortable as possible, so whichever way you decide is fine with me.”

I thought about what he said. Two different approaches to the same result, one which I would be in total control and the other in which I had partial control. I had thought about the issue of the thickness of his penis before, my vagina itself was on the small side and I’m sure stretching to accommodate Stan’s girth would not be very comfortable the first time.

How would I handle that discomfort or pain? If it got to much for me to handle while lowering myself, would I physically be able to stop myself and fight through the pain to lift myself off? I could see things not going well that way. With having Stan in control I wouldn’t have to worry about an incident like that happening. Plus I had full confidence that Stan would be gentle and loving.

“I want you do it.” I told him with a slight tremble in my voice. “I want you to take my virginity. I am giving myself fully to you.”

“Okay.” Stan whispered as he pulled me into his embrace.

He led me to our beach towels, where he untied the strings of my bikini top. Taking my top off he let it fall to the ground. His brought his hands up to my face and lightly caressed my cheeks before leaning down to kiss my lips. So tender was his kiss that a moan escaped my lips. He planted kisses on my neck, slowly kissing lower as his lips reached the top of my breasts.

He kissed to the left side of my chest, kissing all around my breast in a circular pattern until all that was left to kiss was my nipple. Gently he kissed and then sucked my nipple into his mouth. I gasped. I was in ecstasy as he flicked my nipple with his tongue before moving to my right breast and repeating what he had done to my left.

Once he was done giving my right breast attention, he lowered himself to his knees. He moved his face to my vulva and took a deep breath, breathing in my scent. He exhaled in joy as he untied my bikini bottoms and pulled them away, dropping them next to my top. Once more he breathed me in before licking up my juices that were readily flowing at this point.

Bracing my back with his left arm he placed placed my left leg over his shoulder, opening me up for easy access to my pussy. He continued to lick me and would occasionally suck on my clit. Stan then braced my back with his right arm, using his left to move my right leg onto his other shoulder.

I was now sitting on his shoulders my pussy pressed into his face. He moved his left hand to my back along with his right and he carefully lowered me onto the towels. Gently he laid me down, not once did he stop eating me out while moving me.

I was enjoying his ministrations between my legs. He was showing me what an attentive lover was like. Brandishing kisses along my inner thighs and all over my vulva and mons. He ravished my clit until I clamped my legs around his head screaming out in orgasm.

My hips bucked uncontrollably at first from such an intense orgasm. Slowly it subsided and I released my grip on Stan’s head. He pulled back gasping for air, his face covered in my juices. Leaning back I could see his erection in his swim trunks. He lowered his trunks exposing his beautiful hard manhood.