Chapter 8: The Second Cherry

I lay on the bed panting, Rachel lying draped across my side, and I was amazed. Life is full of the plans you make, and you plan for contingencies, but you know things won't always work out. Given the short amount of time that I had to plan for this particular event, probably one of the seminal events of Rachel's life, I was sure that I would screw it up.

But I didn't. Oh, I hadn't lasted long; after the buildup I'd had, I was surprised that I lasted the two or three minutes that I did. But it was enough. I was worried that despite what she had said, despite what I had seen during our trip, she would have balked or been dissatisfied with the plan for her first sexual encounter.

It was clear, however, that was not the case. Rachel had clearly enjoyed it, and the way that her fingers were moving gently along the length of my cock, it was clear that she wanted more.

"Ready for more already?" I asked with a smile.

She looked up at me and said, "No matter what, I will always be ready for more with you!"

"You know what is next," I said. "Clean me off, and then you can revive me with your mouth."

"No," she said.

"Are you defying me already?" I asked in surprise.

"I won't clean you off first," she told me. "That's your cum, my juices, the blood of my cherry. It's only right that I clean it with my mouth." That said, she started moving down my body.