Part 6D

His hand came up and slowly slid through the hair dangling down the side of my face. His fingers slid through my locks smoothly, effortlessly, like the rustling of silk against my cheek. I shivered. Just like that, all my fears went away. I could deny him nothing. If he had told me to jump off a cliff so that he could catch me at the ground, I would have gone laughing joyously all the way down.

"I wanted to see you," I breathed shakily. "I wanted to talk with you alone. I wanted to tell you how I felt about you. I wanted to tell you... that I want you. I want to be with you. I want to be special to you. I think... I think I may even love you."

I hadn't admitted that to myself before now. I knew as I spoke the words that they were true. All common sense told me otherwise; teenagers fell into lust, not love. Teenagers claimed they were in 'love' with someone, fell out of 'love' five days later, and found an all new 'love' before two weeks were up. I knew the pattern, which was exactly why I had tried so hard not to get involved in any kind of relationship. And now I had said that I thought I was in love. It was almost more than I could fathom. What was I doing? Who was this reckless and passionate person I had become? Where was all my protection, my restraint, the guards and barriers that I had always worked so hard to keep between myself and others? They had all crumbled at the ground at the slightest touch from Sam.

Sam's breath caught in his throat and he gazed intensely at me. For a moment I panicked and wondered if I had just spilled my heart out to a guy who felt nothing more than friendship toward me. It was a horrible moment of doubt and panic that was in some ways even worse than those moments I had endured earlier that day.

Then he put his arms around me and pulled me closer, almost into his lap. I let myself go, flowing willingly into his arms and giving myself over to his warmth and strength.

"I feel the same way," he said. "I was going to tell you today too... after lunch or before we joined the others. You're the most amazing girl I've ever met... I wanted to tell you so bad... I've never had a girlfriend because I've never found the right girl... till now. I know you're the right one for me."

"Sam," I sighed. The tension eased from my body and I tilted my head back to look at him. How was it that I was taller than him but I still had to look up at him now that we were sitting down? He smiled at me and bent to me.

Our lips met. I felt a jolt of pleasure that was part physical, part mental. His lips were rough and warm, and slightly chapped but not badly so. He tasted smooth and quiet.

My first kiss.

We sat, motionless, our lips connecting us in so many ways. We pulled back and I gazed at him gazing at me. "Wow," I breathed, then grinned widely. "I should really find something more original to say in these situations, shouldn't I?"

Sam laughed softly and smiled at me. His hand came up play with my bangs again. "'Wow' sums it up pretty well, if you ask me."

He leaned in to kiss me again, deeper this time. I let out a soft whimper. I tightened my arms around him when he tried to pull away, and pressed my lips into his. Sam pulled me fully into his lap now, which was exactly where I wanted to be. We went slowly, neither of us completely sure of ourselves, but we made up for our inexperience with passion and tenderness. My heart pounded hard in my chest, aching deeply for this contact I so desperately craved. I hadn't realized till now just how badly I had wanted to do something like this. I had held myself back for so long, and now it was like all my hunger for sex and love and contact was bursting from me unstoppably. I wanted sex. I wanted to feel that ecstasy and joy.

But mostly, I just wanted Sam.

His hands came up to slide gently along my back. Even through my shirt his fingers set me afire. I gasped into Sam's mouth and my body shuddered at the wonderful sensation. His fingertips slid along the neckline of my shirt, teasing the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.

"God, that feels so good," I moaned as our lips separated. I shut my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of his hands.

"You're so amazing," Sam said softly into my ear. His arms were around me, his warmth made me lightheaded, and I could feel the muscles of his arm bulging against me.

"Sam," I whispered. I wondered if he could see the lust swimming in my eyes.

"Yes?"

"Kiss me again," I requested.

He leaned in and kissed me even deeper than before. His arms tightening around me. I squirmed with pleasure in his lap. His hesitation and tentativeness was gone, at least for the moment, and I relished the confident, firm way he kissed me and held me. His tongue traced my lips. I gladly parted them for him. I shivered in pleasure as the kiss deepened and his hands slid up and down my back, massaging, caressing, teasing my sensitive areas and making me press more tightly to him. I met his tongue with mine, tasting him as he explored my mouth, reveling in the feel of something so simple and every day as a kiss. My tongue danced with his, inexperienced but eager to apply itself to this new and exciting activity. After a moment I pushed my tongue forward into his mouth to take my turn at exploring. His tongue caressed mine lovingly as I probed about his mouth. My tongue brushed briefly over the cut on the inside of his upper lip, still fresh and open, though I tasted no blood. He did not flinch or give any kind of reaction, but I made sure to carefully avoided it for now. I explored elsewhere, feeling his tongue, his lower lip, the roof of his mouth. I found all to my liking indeed. My body called for his attention. Heat began to spread like fire between my legs. Slick wetness clung to my outer lips and saturated my panties.

Inevitably we had to come up air. The kiss had stolen my breath and I breathed heavily for several moments. Sam ran his hands along the length of my sides, massaging in slow but firm circles. He dipped his head down and began to kiss and nibble lightly at my neck. I tilted my head to give him easier access and ran my fingers through his shaggy coppery hair. The curls felt wonderful between my fingers.

"More, Sam," I whimpered in pleasure. "I want you so much..."

His tongue traced the hollow of my throat and his lips sucked softly at the nape of my neck, inspiring me to new heights of lust and need. As his hand circled around my front to rub and caress my tummy, I hesitated. For just a moment, I wasn't totally sure what I was doing. I began to shake a bit, this time from fear. I had never done anything like this before. I hadn't even been touched before the Program, and somehow this was different. This was more. I would not just be giving my body. Not this time. And adding to my nervousness was the fear of what had happened this afternoon. I knew Sam would never hurt me, or at least most of me knew that. A small voice in the back of my head said otherwise, though.

Sam looked up at me, his eyes concerned. His hands stilled on my body.

"Jenna? Are you okay?" I gazed into those beautiful gray eyes. I saw lust, a lot of it. But there was so much more than that. I saw his love... and I knew it was love, as surely as I knew I loved him. I saw his worry that he had hurt me, that this was bringing back awful memories and he was scaring me. I knew suddenly that if I wanted him to, he would stop in an instant with no questions asked and no feelings hurt.

And once I knew that, as before, I could deny him nothing.

"I'm fine, Sam. Just nervous," I murmured. My lips curled into the most loving and sincere smile I think I've ever given. "I want you, Sam. I want to be with you. I want to be yours."

Even as I spoke I laid back onto my bed, gently tugging him down with me. I stared into his eyes and knew with sudden certainty that as long as I could have him, I would be able to be happy for the rest of my life.

"You're sure?" he asked as he swept a thick lock of my hair from my face.

"Positive. Just... please, be gentle."

I giggled as he returned his face to the crook of my neck, shivering at the feel of his lips and tongue and the light tickling of his thin, boyish stubble. I marveled at how light he could make me feel. Today hadn't happened. Today was just a bad dream that couldn't touch me now, here, with him protecting me.

Sam kissed at my face and our lips met again. He rolled partly on top of me and I welcomed him. I practically arched into him. His hands slid along my arms, up my sides, through my hair, making me dizzy with pleasure and uncertain just where I wanted them to stay and where I wanted them next. His weight felt wonderful over me, manly and solid and strong. I had expected to feel trapped or suffocated and panicked, but it felt natural and right to have Sam so close and solid above me.

I reached up and tugged at the back of his shirt, but the way he was bent over me prevented it from coming off. Sam sat up and pulled his shirt free. I gazed upon him, letting my gaze slide along his compact, lean muscles with a new level of appreciation. He gripped the bottom of my shirt and I sat up so and raised my arms so he could pull it free. His hand slid around my back and unhooked my bra in about as long as it took me to blink.

"You have to teach me how to do that," I giggled.

Sam grinned at me. "And ruin my fun of getting to do it for you?"

He pulled my bra free and stared at my heavy breasts as if seeing them for the first time. I pulled him to me and gasped in delight as his hands lightly lifted my breasts.

"I've wanted to feel these since the first day I saw them," Sam murmured. His hands felt amazing on my breasts, the calloused fingers sliding against my soft flesh with a light and gentle touch. I moaned as he gave them a squeeze. I watched with as much wonder and lust as he while he gave my breasts a light pat, making them bounce slightly in his hands.

Sam lowered his face and kissed along my plump breasts. He dragged his tongue along the pale skin, leaving a thin streak of saliva leading toward my swollen nipples. I nearly cried out with pleasure as he took my aching right nipple into his mouth and suckled it softly. He sucked again, firmly this time, and gave my breasts a squeeze. His tongue swirled around the stiff nub and I moaned. I pressed my breasts into his face, pulling his head into my soft cleavage. He licked and sucked at the nipple, switching from one to the other and back again. I clenched my thighs together in delight. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy. I had soaked my panties completely through. At this rate my pants would be next.

Sam's hands roamed my body while he continued sucking and slurping on my nipples. His tongue poked at the thick fleshy nub and he took as much of my breast flesh into his mouth as he could before sucking firmly at it. The suction and moist pressure of his lips drove me wild.

I pulled Sam up and off of my breasts, mashing my lips passionately into his as my hands slid down his hard body. I caressed his throbbing cock through his pants. I moaned into his mouth at the feel of it. Sam's hands came down and began fiddling with the buttons of my shorts, evidently not as talented in undoing those as he was with a bra.

"Let me," I said as I broke the kiss. I quickly undid the buttons on my pants and yanked them off. I was hot and horny and getting progressively more and more impatient by the moment. All the frustration that had built up over the years was overwhelming me. And Sam was having a very powerful effect on me. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

Sam stood, pulled off his pants, and kicked them across the floor.

He smiled down at me and climbed onto the bed. I pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang up, bobbing several times. I drank in the sight of it. He sat down on the bed and I lay down and dropped my head into his lap.

Cock tastes nice. Or at least Sam's did, I decided. It felt even more arousing than ever, now that I knew what it was about to do to me. I let out a soft moan as he filled my mouth and his taste and smell invaded my senses. I still wasn't especially used to giving a blowjob, but I liked to think I made up for my inexperience with the excitement I put into doing it. I sucked firmly on Sam's dick and bobbed my head up and down along its length, sliding more and more of it into my mouth. I dropped down, trying to get more past my lips. It bumped against the back of my throat, making me gag softly. I backed off a bit and decided I would try to explore the possibilities of taking him deeper another time, when I had a better opportunity to try different things and experiment at my leisure. I sucked and slurped on his meaty shaft, my tongue sliding along the rigid flesh and swirling about energetically. I savored his taste and moaned around my mouthful of cock.

"Jenna," Sam shuddered. I looked up at him, my mouth still wrapped around his cock. "God... you look so incredible like that," he said thickly.

I smiled at him around my mouthful and began to bob up and down his length again. He placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me fully this time.

"That feels awesome, don't get me wrong, but this is going to be over a lot earlier than I'd like if you keep that up," Sam warned.

I nodded and slowly drew back, sucking as hard as I could as I drew him out of my mouth. I heard him groan and his hand trembled on my shoulder. I pulled off of his cock and the thick head exited my sucking grip with a loud, wet pop. I giggled and smiled at him, then bent to give his cock a soft kiss before sitting up fully.

"You're so beautiful," Sam said softly. He laid me back down onto the bed and squeezed at one of my breasts as he smiled down into my eyes. "I can't believe how damn sexy you are," he breathed.

"Help me get these off?" I motioned to my panties. I was wearing a lily colored boy-shorts pair with lacey trim along the band. It hugged my crotch tightly and rode up, exposing a good half of my round ass to view. Sam smiled and kissed me deeply on the lips before moving back and taking the waist band of my panties in his hands. I arched my hips up so he could get them past my hips and ass. He slid the panties off my legs and dropped them distractedly on the floor. I giggled again. I couldn't stop giggling. I felt like a school-girl.

Sam's hand slid between my thighs and my giggles turned into a long, throaty moan. I opened my legs hastily for him, spreading out for him to see and explore. His fingers slipped along my plump pussy and dipped between my smooth and swollen folds. I pressed myself into that wonderful hand and wiggled in pleasure. He caressed my pussy, diddling it lightly and circling his finger around my clit before moving down the length of my slit. His finger gently probed at my hole and slipped inside. I moaned and shook pleasantly as his finger caressed my inner walls, working slowly deeper into my pussy.

"Sam, please, I need you. I need you so bad," I whimpered. A flush of arousal had spread from my face clear down to my breasts, a splash of pale wine across my milky breasts. I reached up and cupped one heavy boob as he crawled atop me. He bent to capture my lips with his and kiss me passionately. I melted into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as my tongue reveled in the feel of his. How had I denied myself this? How could I have given such wonderful feelings and ecstasy up? I wasn't even having sex yet and I was already addicted to this excitement, this closeness.

As soon as I felt Sam's cock bump against my inner thigh I knew why I had waited. Because of him. I was waiting for Sam. I was waiting for him to be my first, to make it special and right. Part of me still wished I had decided to do this earlier, but mostly I was glad I had found the person I was meant to do it with. Then a thought occurred to me and I tensed nervously.

"Sam, I have to tell you something," I whispered. He stopped and gazed at me questioningly. One of his hands caressed and stroked the outside of my thigh.

"I... I don't have a hymen," I admitted anxiously. "I tore it... playing soccer when I was younger. I'm sorry."

Sam smiled at me and leaned in to kiss me lightly. "You shouldn't worry about that. I'm not. I don't care about your hymen, Jenna. I care about you."

I sank into the bed in relief. I smiled and reached down with one hand to spread my pussy open. His eyes locked upon it and he smiled widely.

"Do it then, Sam. Let me feel you inside."

The head of Sam's dick slid up and down the length of my pussy, making me jump in pleasure.

"It's good," I assured him as he looked at me worriedly. He ran it more firmly along and I nearly spasmed with pleasure every time the hard head pushed along my swollen clit. He lowed his cock to my entrance and hesitated. I looked at him and his face showed for the first time that he wasn't at all sure what he was doing.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time.

"Do it," I urged him. I smiled up at him and spread my pussy wider. "You won't hurt me, Sam. Just go slow. I want this. I want you. Nothing you can do will be wrong."

I think it's just what he needed to hear. He nodded and smiled down at me, a measure of his normal confidence and assurance returning. He moved forward. I gasped and my eyes rolled back to stare at the ceiling. It felt so strange. My pussy resisted for an instant before yielding to the pressure of his firm cock. My entrance stretched and widened as his head disappeared into me. I lay perfectly still and reveled in the sensations coming from our joining. It hurt, but it wasn't the kind of pain everyone insists it is. It was a stretching, a dull and gentle ache that was insignificant next to the pleasure that was already overwhelming me.

Sam suddenly froze after he had sank about two inches into me and pulled quickly but gently out. "Fuck, I can't believe I forgot about this," he muttered.

"What? What's wrong?" I said in a small voice. A dread rose in me and I tried not to let my hammering heart choke me. There was something wrong with me. He didn't want me. I knew it was too good to be true. I felt my eyes misting.

"We forgot to figure out the condom thing," Sam said. He caressed my side and looked worriedly at me. "I want you, Jenna, but we can't be careless about this. We're too smart for that, both of us."

I laughed deeply as relief and happiness washed over me. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him back down to me. "Is that it? I'm on the shot, Sam."

Sam's brows furrowed. "You are? Then you've..."

"No," I assured him. "This is my first time. But Karla insisted that I get it about a year ago, and I've been on it ever since. She kept insisting I may end up needing it." I giggled softly and traced his chest with my finger. "I guess she was right..."

Sam visibly relaxed and smiled down at me. "You're Mom... er... step Mom... she's smart."

"Sam..." I whispered into his ear.

It turned out he needed little in the way of urging. He grabbed his cock and, after an awkward moment trying to line up with my pussy, sank back in. He filled me more quickly this time and I gasped and shivered as his thick cock slowly stretched and filled me. I squirmed and clung to him as inch after inch drove into me. Sam wasn't the biggest guy in history, but he was certainly nicely endowed and very, very thick. Being my first time, it felt like he was opening me impossibly wide.

"Oh my god," Sam moaned. His hips pressed against mine and his short, shaggy pubes were ever so slightly tickly against the smoothness of my mound. I marveled at how stuffed I was.

"You're so tight... so warm," he murmured to me.

"You're warm too," I breathed. "You feel gigantic. I've never felt anything like this."

"Me either," he replied. For a moment we marveled at this new experience together. It was unreal. No wonder sex was such a big issue for so many people. I suddenly understood much more clearly. Oral sex, the things I'd done in the Program... none of it came close to this.

"Fuck me," I whispered to him. He must have been on the same wave length, because his hips were slowly but firmly pumping even as I spoke.

He went slow at first, drawing his cock half out of my pussy before sliding back in. Back and forth he went, filling me over and over with his wonderful warm dick. I thrust my hips up to meet him. Our rhythm was off and we couldn't seem to match our strokes quite right. I suppose it came from both of us not knowing fully what to do.