Chapter 3: The Rite of Passage

Tommy opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He wondered. When his vision cleared, all he saw were white sheets and blanket and his peripheral vision captured the top of Shelly’s head. Not that he cared so much about that for all of his concentration was (well) concentrated someplace else. That brain power was being centralized way down to the place where the head of his cock was currently residing. It was nestled inside this warm, wonderful, soft, silk-like sheath. He realized what had just happened. All of his instinctive humping that he had been doing against Shelly’s crotch had just caused his cock to slip up inside her. He was actually inside her! ... Barely inside, but inside her nevertheless. Oh God! She feels so awesome! He proclaimed and wondered if it felt this good now just think how great his cock would feel fully encased inside that wonderful, warm, vagina of hers. All he had to do was push himself further in and he’d be in that sweet pussy of hers. So that’s what he started to do. He pulled back on his hips just minutely, lest it slip out. This action caused him to shift his weight back back onto his hands and arms, and that’s when he noticed them. Shelly’s hands. His hands weren’t pressing down on the soft mattress pad below. No, they were pressed down onto Shelly’s own two hands. He looked over to his right and noticed how his fingers were entwined in between hers. splaying her fingers wide apart. Those same fingers were forcing her sweaty palms inside his own. Sweaty or not, those palms weren’t a threat going anywhere. No, he had both her hands in a vice-like grip. A grip so firm that the back of his own hand was white from all the stress. Not only was his grip to keep her in place, but he was using his weight as well. So much of his weight was pressing down on her hands and wrists that they were literally indenting the mattress pad below. Assimilating this caused a rogue, uncomfortable, thought to break out of his consciousness. Is this right? He peeked further down and noticed the state of her skirt. It was all crammed up and crumpled around her waist. All the material was currently being wedged between his stomach and hers. He remembered doing that too. He recalled that frantic attempt of his to remove that obstacle away. At the time he hadn’t cared what happened to it. He had just wanted it out of the way. All so he could give his cock an unobstructed path. Whether he ended up tearing the material or just left it with a slew of winkles, it was all the same to him. And this made him recall something else. About how he had forced his legs down between hers and then used his weight and strength to pry her legs apart. All so his cock could get at that pussy of hers. His body still had her pressed down all in order to keep her immoile and his cock’s target stationary. She’s totally defenseless now and can’t do anything about it. He realized. All I gotta do is shove my cock the rest of the way in. It was only after this realization that caused a four-letter profanity to slip out. Fuck! And it was soon followed up by another profanity. Shit! And he shook his head slightly as if to shake those unwanted thoughts away that kept seeping through. But it was to no avail, and it didn’t stop him from answering his original question. This is not right! This conclusion was followed up with an even scarier question. Am I? ... Is this rape? Desperately, he tried to recall Merriam-Webster’s official definition of this infamous word.

Rape: A forceful sexual assault resulting in a forceful penetration of the vagina.

Again Tommy felt the head of his cock as it peeked inside the ‘vagina’ and again he reenacted in his head all the physical acts he committed to keep her in check. OH FUCK! Tommy’s mind cried out desperately. His face started to turn white and his stomach did a flip. OH FUCK! He exclaimed again to his horror and dismay. Tommy jerked his head further away from the girl that he had trapped so forcefully underneath him. And as he looked at the stark white sheets, he came to that frightening conclusion, I AM RAPING HER! Right then, he knew then that he should immediately pull out and let her go, but his body just wouldn’t respond. He wasn’t sure if it was because he just couldn’t bear to tear his cock from its new, warm, wonderful home, or if he was afraid that the extra stimuli would completely overwhelm any resistance he was barely gripping onto, that that the extra stimuli would force him to finish his heinous crime. Or maybe, no probably, he was now afraid to let her go. That if he did, she would leap up off the bed screaming at him. She’d have tears in her eyes, and she’d be yelling at him that she never, ever wanted to see him again. He jerked his head further away in shame and swallowed deeply, and disparately. He was so deathly afraid to meet those eyes. Afraid to see those tears. This sick, panicky feeling continued to grow in the bottom pit of his stomach as he wondered what Shelly must be going through. What she must be thinking of him. That’s when he found himself muttering out a lame apology to that girl he had so violated. “I’m sorry.” He swallowed again and added a pitiful, and at the same time, ridiculous disclaimer. “I didn’t mean to!”

Why’d he stop? Shelly wondered with eyes closed tight all so she could concentrate on the feel of Tommy’s wonderful, warm cock that was nestled teasingly inside her. But it was only just inside and she was ready to experience the whole thing. The full monty as it were. She wanted him to culminate this act of theirs. So when Tommy just froze, not pushing himself forward, as she expected and desired him to, she was naturally puzzled, and she was getting a little frustrated. She opened her eyes and looked back up at him and saw how the boy’s face had turned away from her and it had turned an ashened white color. So naturally she thought. Is he hurt! --- Had he hurt himself! And she was about to ask him that, to make sure he was ok, when she heard him mumble out, “I’m sorry, Shelly.” followed by a pitiful, “I didn’t mean to!”

It was only then she was able to comprehend why Tommy had stopped and why he looked the way he did. Her chagrined, frustrated look changed to one of astonishment. A smile slowly creeped on her lips and she felt her heartbeat quicken, if that was even possible. She realized, even now, Tommy was thinking of her. Shelly wondered what willpower it must have taken for him to stop when he did. And that was when she felt another other part of her body respond. She felt that familiar tingle and she would swear she felt her glands secrete even more of its lubricating fluids. This only firmed up her resolve that she in fact wanted this to happen. That she in fact wanted to lose her virginity. But only to this boy. She wanted to give Tommy this one time gift of hers. So she opened her mouth and said softly, “Tommy.” But when the boy didn’t respond, in a more forceful tone she demanded, “Tommy! --- Look at me!”, and waited until his head slowly turned back down toward her and when their eyes met she smiled up at him and said, “Don’t be sorry. I want you to do it.” And when the boy still didn’t respond, she stressed in a slow like rendition, “I want you to be my first one.” Shelly then tried to convey her message physically as well, she attempted to thrust her pelvis up ineffectively against his weight and push his cock further inside. She finished this futile act with the words, “Go ahead, put yourself inside me.”

It was these words that broke Tommy out of his suspended state, but still not trusting his own ears, and still not wanting to do anything that would ever hurt this girl, so he asked back in an uncertain, yet hopeful, “Are you sure?”

She again smiled warmly up to him and then broke her right hand away from a now unresisting hand. She brought this hand up to his face. Her palm cupped his cheek softly and her fingers brushed against his temple. Shelly then replied, “Yes!” Her fingers then floated down all the way down to his cheek, eyes still affixed on his, and she added, “I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

When Tommy heard her answer, he first felt a wave of relief, soon replaced by one of exaltation. He smiled back brightly and replied back with, “Ok!” But instead of going about culminating this coupling of theirs, he instead used both his hands to push himself up and off her. His penis left her vagina and his body soon followed after that. He pried his body up and turned it around. Scooting it over to the edge of the bed, and once there he dropped his legs over the side.

At first Shelly was puzzled by the boy’s action, but when she saw him go about stripping off his pants and briefs, which were still affixed around his left leg and ankle, she thought, Oh, that’s why he got up. And she excitedly started to prop her own self up, so she could remove her skirt as well, but she stopped when Tommy did something even more startling. Disturbing even. After he had taken his pants and briefs off, he got up and walked away. Shelly lay there, still propped on that one elbow, and immediately felt a sense of distress and dismay as she watched the distance between them grow. The confused girl continued to watch him leave her and he only stopped when he had reached his closet door. Once there, he slid that door open and reached up inside. With her eyes still affixed on him, she noticed that he now seemed to be searching for something. Whatever it was, it was really high up and on that top shelf. So high that in order to get it, he had to stand himself up on his very tippy toes. Moreover, it seemed to be behind all the rest of the junk he had placed up there. More puzzled than ever, she was about to ask him what he was looking for, but she became momentarily distracted by something else. It was the profile of Tommy’s naked body. There he stood, on his very tippy toes, arm and hand stretched out to their full extension and by doing so he was highlighting his tight, taut buns and also his washboard like abs and biceps. And to top it all off there was the profile of his cock. It was still angled up, as it jutted out proudly, and stiffly. Her smile brightened a bit as she looked up and down his body with the realization of how much she wanted this boy. How much she wanted him to make love to her.

It was at that point that Tommy finally found what he sought and pulled his hand back down. In that hand was a little blue box, and Shelly immediately recognized it for what it was. Her smile immediately faded away and was soon to be replaced by a sense of betrayal. She asked herself, What’s he doing with those? It was followed by. I thought I’d be his first too! She continued to stare at the box, lips slightly parted in dismay, and started to rationalize it out. I know I am his first girlfriend. --- Or at least that’s what he told me! And with more than a little bit of consternation in her voice she asked out loud, “Where’d you get those!” But what she really wanted to ask was, ’Who else have you fucked?’ But the second the words had left her mouth, an answer came to her. It was the obvious answer, and it may even be the answer to both her questions. So before he could even respond she went ahead and announced her guess. “You got those from Emily. Didn’t you?”

Tommy answered back with a bashful grin and nod. He also followed it up with a verbal reply. “Yeah, she was the one that gave them to me.” He briefly looked down at the box of condoms and then back up to his girlfriend, having just now just noticed his girlfriend’s irked disposition. “It’s ok?” His brows furrowed and he followed it up with a puzzled, “Isn’t it?”

For some reason, with this revelation, Shelly felt a wave of relief. She didn’t know why she felt that way, but she just did. It seemed whatever went on between Tommy and his stepsister didn’t count. She knew she’d have to explore this thought later, but right now, here was this naked boy standing before her with his still jutting cock, and holding a box of condoms, and she was eager to have that boy to put one of them to good use. Excited again, Shelly quickly moved off the bed and then reached back and unzipped her skirt. She then stepped out of it. She then placed this last article of clothing ascide, and now, like him, was now completely naked. She sat herself back down, and fixed her eyes back on that boy with the little blue box more than ready to finish that act that they had started.

But instead of moving, her boyfriend just stood there frozen like. Frozen because Tommy was himself in awe. This was the very first time he got to see Shelly totally in the nude. All of her, that is. From her maturing breast, both standing out pertly out, to her flat stomach, to her naturally expanding and strong thighs. And then, of course, there was her womanhood in between. It was defined by an almost perfect triangle of pubic hair, which couldn’t quite hide all the charms underneath. My god, she is so gorgeous. He exclaimed to himself. And whatever deflation that had occurred during this brief interruption and struggle of his condom search, it was no more.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Shelly cried out impatiently, as she patted a spot beside her. “Come back here, and put one on.”

“Oh!” Exclaimed Tommy after he defogged his mind and he was able to parse out her words. He blushed in the knowledge of how he had been leering away at her naked body, but then he remembered his sister’s sage advice. He nodded to the girl still sitting on the bed and said with heartfelt homage, “I couldn’t help it, Shelly. You are just so fucken beautiful!”

Given what they were about to do, Tommy’s choice of adverb caused Shelly to let out a small snicker. It also caused her to blush as she realized how utterly naked she was. But she then realized she wasn’t the only one exposing a lot of skin, nor was he the only one who could enjoy some visual stimulation. So she took this time to look up and down his naked body, and replied, “And you’re pretty hot yourself.” She then smiled up at him, extended her arm out and, in a most girl-like whine, pleaded, “But please come back here.”

So Tommy stepped forward and took her hand in his own and sat down beside her, naked buttock against naked buttock. He then quickly went about his new task. He opened the box, and took out a plastic package. He ripped open the outer packaging and started placing the rubber object over the tip of his cock. He had only done this once before so he was surely no expert. Shelly sat there beside him, transfixed with curiosity now, and watched him go about his task.

When he finally had the rubber on, Shelly was amused in seeing the little air sac perched at its very top, so she reached out with her finger and started batting the little balloon like protrusion back and forth, and giggled. Tommy looked up with the intention of feasting his eyes on that smiling face of hers, but what he found first were two naked breasts, with nipples still jutting out proudly. He couldn’t help it and his hand reached out to cup the nearest one and lightly brush his thumb over the adjoining nipple. This stimuli caused Shelly to gasp and to look up. Their eyes met once again and became fixed on one another. They both smiled. The air sac was completely forgotten and with her eyes still on him, she scooted her ass further back on the bed, and folded up her left leg so she could place it behind him. He too moved, and scooted his body further down on the bed to facilitate the positioning of her legs and body. Her legs split and spread around him. He placed both knees down between those legs and slowly lowered himself back down and that’s when their naked bodies met.

Unlike the unrestrained, wild, sexual, soiree they had just moments before, this time, their bodies and their lips met in more of a calm, loving, and patient embrace. This time they both knew what their final destination was, and they both intended to attain as much pleasure in making the actual journey as they did on getting there. After all, this was the very first time that they had lain completely naked together, and just having their bare bodies pressed onto the other one was not an experience they wanted to quickly forgo.

They started out with kisses. At first soft loving kisses which slowly transformed to longer kisses, deeper kisses, opened mouth kisses, moaning kisses, tongue embracing kisses. After a while Tommy’s hand moved between their bodies, and up over Shelly’s breasts. He caressed one and then the other. Shelly herself had one hand moving through his hair, and the other at his back. With that second hand Shelly reached down his back all the way down to his buttocks, but not quite getting there. Slowly but inevitably the action moved to their lower extremities. Shelly felt the condom covered cock as it pressed between her lips, so she started to thrust her hips up, and squirm them around the hardened phallus. When Tommy felt the girl’s pelvic motions, he took up the baton and started to slowly thrust his hips slowly forward and up and down her moist lips. After some of the pelvis intermingling he heard her whisper in his ear, “Do it, Tommy! Place yourself back inside me, but this time put all of yourself inside me.”

Tommy placed his right hand down below, and nervously, as again this was only the second time he had done this, he guided his penis. First he rubbed the length of his cock against her sex, lubricating it, just as his sister taught him, and placed just the tip of it within. He lowered himself back down and slowly tried to work it in. Carefully, slowly, calmly, making sure she was fully prepared for him.

Shelly felt his cock slowly work its way in. She smiled in wonder. She looked up and directed that smile to him. He smiled back. As the condom-covered cock slowly penetrated her vagina, she heard him ask, “Are you ok?” Shelly quickly and enthusiastically nodded her head up and down, smiling back at him. “Yeah! ... It feels nice.”

Fortunately for Shelly (and Tommy) they didn’t have to worry about any pesky hymen. Stacy’s little friend had already taken care of that painful task, and although Tommy’s cock was thicker than Stacy’s vibrator, it felt just as hard, and had a wonderful warmth to it. She was really starting to enjoy the fullness as her vagina slowly adjusted to its girth.

Tommy continued to go in slowly. The last thing he wanted was to hurt this girl and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed her first experience. This particular act of concentrating on her feelings allowed him to contain his own pent up desires and dampen down his own response to the pleasures that she was providing him. Slowly, carefully, he kept on working himself in. Back and forth he went as his condom covered penis as it slowly buried itself deeper and deeper.