Chapter 16: My First Date

Friday, April 1, 2005 (Continued)

For most of the short journey, Carol sat turned around in her seat looking back at us. She kept an almost nonstop gush going: "Julia looks so beautiful", "Your dress is wonderful, Julia", "Mark is so lucky", "Julia is so lucky", "You two look so good together", "I wish I was older", "I'm going to wait up until you get home, to hear how it went."

Mom quickly responded to that one, "No you won't, Carol. Mark won't be home till well after your bedtime, and you're not keeping Donna awake so late either. You can talk with him in the morning, and not too early. Wait until he gets up himself."

Which reminded me that neither Mom nor Dad had mentioned a time that I had to be home by. That was unusual. I kept my mouth shut.

After a few minutes, Mom said, "Oops. I've taken a wrong turning. Hang on, I just need to back up and turn around." Whereupon she carefully did so. Normally I would've thought this quite strange, but I had other things on my mind.

Julia just sat quietly with her head leaning on my arm. We arrived at about the time the bouncing Carol was saying, "I wish I was coming with you."

Mom laughed, and said, "What a pity Mark only reserved a table for two. Oh well, I'll guess they'll have to manage as best as they can without you."

I noticed Mom said that I'd reserved the table. Wasn't that nice?

Carol's being the intermediary in getting Julia and me together had given her an interest in our relationship. Now that the first date was about to happen, that interest was boiling over. Fortunately both Carol and Mom realized Carol had gone too far because one thing was for sure: as nice as Carol was, there was NO WAY I wanted her on this date!

The dinner was everything I hoped it would be. The décor romantic, the food delicious, and the service great. They easily recognized what sort of date we were on, and showed discretion and especially patience. We asked for the dessert menu, then talked for forty five minutes before even opening it, but they stayed well away from our table until they could see we were ready.

We talked and talked and talked. Julia was a very easy to talk with: two-thirds of those "talkeds" were hers. I learned lots of things about her. One of which was that she'd be plaguing her older brothers over the past week on how to "make Mark happy." I winced because the context of our discussion was about sex, and "make Mark happy" was exact the phrase she'd used with her brothers. I got the impression they were looking forward to this date almost as much as me, hoping that it would bring the embarrassing questions to an end.

Unusually, her brothers were fraternal twins, 26 years old, both doing PhDs at OSU but in quite different subjects: Andrew's in Forestry Economics, Robert's in Geophysics. That explained why her parents had been considerably older than mine. Apparently Julia's arrival ten years after her brothers had been a welcome surprise. I thought so too. Her brothers hadn't been home tonight but would be next Wednesday, which is when I'll be having dinner with all the Williamses at their home. Julia had already arranged that as she'd assumed I'd enjoy my first date with her. It was probably the safest assumption ever!

As enjoyable as the conversation was, we were both looking forward to our walk in the garden. When I suggested that dinner was at an end, Julia went to the restroom while I retrieved our coats and paid the bill. More thanks and only a small amount of change were due to Dad. All four minds reminded me to help Julia put her coat on. We left the restaurant building, and turned to walk along their garden path, Julia glued to my left arm.

I didn't really know what was going to happen, but I knew something was. My heart was pounding, and I let it keep doing so because I was enjoying every one of my symptoms of nervousness this time. The anticipation was building.

There wasn't much to see in the garden at night, but they had some subdued lighting scattered around so we had no difficulty following the path. I had thought we were going to walk up the hill so we could look at the view, but Julia steered us around its base.

We passed a couple of seats but kept walking. When we got to the third seat Julia had a look around, and declared, "This is a good place."

She took off her coat and laid it on the seat. "Put your coat on top of mine, darling."

When I'd done so, Julia said, "Sit there," pointing to a spot in the middle of the coats. I'd assumed I'd sit on the right side of the pile we'd made, so she could sit on the left (the side of my good hand), but she'd indicated that I should sit in the middle. Who was I to argue? I sat exactly where she'd pointed. Incredibly beautiful, gorgeously dressed girls who call me "darling", who provide rubbers for me to use, and an opportunity for me to use them, get my instant obedience. It's a new rule of mine.

Julia placed her handbag on the seat beside me, moved to stand facing me with her legs either side of mine, then she hitched her skirt up slightly, knelt on the seat to either side of my thighs and sat on my legs, face to face with me.

I was in heaven, a gorgeous girl was sitting firmly on my lap, with her body pressed up against mine, her arms over my shoulders, fingers in my hair and holding my head. This was VERY nice!

She looked me straight in the eyes and stated, "I love you, Mark Anderson. You are mine." Before I had a chance to even start thinking about a reply, she was kissing me.

I guess this could be called the third time I'd been kissed sexually. Annette's sexual attack on my lips was the first, but that was more "attack" than "sexual". It hadn't been an experience I could relax in. My second kiss was when I'd told Julia that I loved her in the lunchroom, to divert her from attacking Betty, and that was also not an occasion that was good for me. This occasion was GOOD for me!

I totally surrendered to the experience. It was thrilling beyond words. Julia was putting everything she had into the kiss. Her body was twisting and turning and rubbing; especially rubbing. Her hands were running though my hair, then grabbing and pulling or pushing, then running up and down my neck. And I haven't even gotten to what her lips and tongue were doing yet!

My entire Universe narrowed down to what she was doing to me, especially to my mouth. It took me AGES to remember that I had arms and hands too. A marching band could have passed back and forth along the path without me noticing.

I carefully extracted my right arm from its sling between our bodies, and placed it around her side. I couldn't do much with it, but I could use my hand to push her even closer. My left arm and hand did their best to make up for my right arm's deficiency. I ran my left hand up Julia's back, and especially through her hair and up and down her neck because I loved how it felt when she was doing that to me.

When I'd removed my right arm from between us, I think Julia had tried to redouble her efforts, but it simply wasn't possible. She did scoot even harder up against me though, and that was even better.

The kiss lasted a LONG time, but I was still sorry when it ended.

Julia pushed herself back several inches along my legs, and held herself away from me with her hands on my shoulders. What a sight she was: hair mussed up, lipstick smeared, and panting like she'd been running a race. I discovered that panting is VERY sexy.

Still looking me in the eyes, her hands came off my shoulders and moved down to my belt. She undid it, then moved on to the fly.

When her hand first touched my pants it made me aware of the situation down there. I could feel the sticky evidence of an embarrassing lack of control.

I was still trying to think of what to say while she was finding the zip and lowering it. I had to say something quickly, "Ahh, honey, umm..."

"Yes?"

"Sorry, but I've had an, umm, loss of control, I guess. An accident."

^-- She looked puzzled, so I intelligently added, "In my pants." I had no idea when it'd happened, as I'd been totally oblivious to anything beyond the kiss. You could ask the marching band.

She looked down, then rubbed her hand over the outside of my underwear. I was about to tell her to stop because it'd be wet, when she said, "You're still hard."

She was right. I hadn't noticed that either. I nodded.

She continued, "It doesn't matter then."

She finished lowering my zip, then raised herself on her knees to take her weight off me, and grabbed the top of my pants. "Lift up a little."

Oh boy! I put my elbows on the back of the seat and lifted myself. I didn't know whether that was a good thing to do with a broken arm; I didn't care. As soon as I'd lifted, Julia pulled and my pants came down. A few more tugs and some small rearrangements of her weight, got my pants and underwear below my knees. It was a good thing three-quarters of the rest of my family had pawed through my underwear drawer to choose my best pair. Julia lowered her weight back onto my now bare legs.

I still had my elbows on the seat back, but she didn't look like she needed any help from me. My shirt had covered me, but Julia reached forward and undid the bottom few buttons then pushed it to either side.

Then with no hesitation at all she reached down and grasped my cock with both of her small hands, rubbing it up and down for a few seconds. She declared firmly, "Mine!"

Up until this point of my life I'd always operated on the assumption that it was actually mine. I liked her idea better, so I nodded.

Julia let go, much to my regret, and swiveled slightly. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small towel and wiped her hands, then reached in again and pulled out a large Ziploc plastic bag. She placed the bag flat on the seat and put the towel on top of it. Then back into her handbag again and out came a box of rubbers. That reminded me of mine, which I now realized were in my wallet, in my jacket pocket, somewhere under both of us. The only way to get them out would require a major disruption - so much for my planning ability.

While Julia was removing a rubber from its foil, I remembered my early thinking that she was carrying a handbag that was too large because she'd not planned ahead. I mentally ate those words now. This girl was ORGANIZED! I wouldn't have been surprised if she next pulled a checklist for what we were doing out of her bag, but she didn't. She probably had it memorized.

The foil removed, put neatly into a little trash bag also extracted from her well-stocked handbag, she brought the rubber close to her eyes, studied it for a second, turned it over, then delightfully installed it on its intended, rock-hard destination.

Then she looked up to my eyes, smiled, and said, "Give me your left hand, darling."

It didn't have anything better to do, so I gave it to her.

She held my hand with her right hand, rotated mine so its palm was uppermost and flat. Then she resumed staring straight into my eyes as her right hand moved my left down toward the junction of her legs. Her legs were spread on either side of mine, which had hitched her skirt right up to the very top of her thighs. Her skirt was only just covering her important little place, but as she moved my left hand downward, she used her left hand to lift the front of her skirt.

Still staring me straight in my eyes, she pushed my hand directly on to her pussy, saying, "Yours."

My minds overloaded and shutdown. I just sat there, not moving, not even my left hand. I'd never even seen a live pussy, let alone had my hand placed on one and been told it was mine. The orchestration involved in this evening was awesome and overwhelming.

After looking into my unseeing eyes for several seconds, her right hand started moving my left hand up and down. The feelings I was getting from those fingers woke me up.

"Uh, where are your panties?' Perhaps not the smartest thing I could have said, but I was still overwhelmed. Probably over-overwhelmed.

"In my handbag. I took them off while you were paying the bill."

"Oh."

She was still moving my left hand. I realized that it was having a very good time, and that the rest of me should really start participating. My minds got fully back from wherever they'd stupidly gone because right here was definitely the best place to be. I sat up straighter, smiled at Julia, and started moving my hand myself. I held my hand out flat with the fingers squeezed tight together, and just rubbed the whole hand - palm and fingers - forward and back. As far past and underneath her pussy as I could reach without pushing against her weight, then back and up, to entirely above her pussy, until my fingers were sliding over her hairs. Then down again. As I slid my hand back and forth she started hissing and rocking.

Both her hands came up and grasped my shoulders hard while she added panting to the sounds she was making. Her pussy, already wet, was rapidly getting wetter and wetter. I could feel her juices running across the skin of my legs, and down onto the clothes below. I knew there were clothes down there, but in my state I couldn't make the effort to remember what and whose they were. I just knew we were making a mess and I thought it was wonderful.

I wondered about bending a finger and inserting it into her pussy. I knew this was possible - I'd read about it - but I didn't know how to do it. I was scared of doing it wrong, hurting her, breaking the mood, and looking like a fool, so I didn't dare do it. Not that it mattered much because what was happening already was utterly fantastic and I would happily keep doing it all night.

I was so immersed in rubbing her that I wasn't thinking about time, or anything else. My entire focus was on my hand and fingers that I was rubbing her with. Time was still affecting Julia though, as she was getting more and more aroused. After some time, quite a while I guess, Julia suddenly reached down and grabbed my cock.

That surprised me greatly as I'd forgotten I had one! That sounds silly, but I had totally forgotten about anything outside of her pussy and my left palm and fingers. Her touch quickly reminded me though. As soon as she touched it I sucked my breath in. It was very hard and very close to cumming again. She saw that her touch had made me jump.

"Now?" she asked. I wanted it now. I very, very wanted it right now! In my need I never thought about her, whether it was a good idea, or anything else; I just nodded while holding my breath. It felt as if my holding my breath was the only thing holding my cock back from exploding.

Julia let go of my cock. Thank God, now I could breathe. (Not that I believe God has anything to do with cocks, or breathing either come to that, His being fictional.) She grabbed my shoulders and slid herself forward as she lifted her ass a few inches. My left hand was dislodged and I pulled it away to make room.

When she was fully forward she looked down and grabbed the base of my cock with her right hand, angled it up appropriately, lifted her skirt with her other hand, and made to lower herself onto me. I watched avidly. Yes! Good riddance virginity!

As her knees bent, lowering her body onto mine, her pussy passed too far in front of my cock causing her to sit on my upper-thighs. Damn!

She rose up and jerked herself closer. I sucked in my breath again, for a different reason than last time. As much as I wished her to succeed in bringing her pussy within striking distance, I wished she'd used a different handhold to jerk from. She was still holding my cock; ouch!

I don't think she noticed. She pointed everything in the right direction, and lowered herself again.

And again she passed in front. Oh the FRUSTRATION!

From her, "Aaarrgghh."

She started raising herself again, and I immediately imagined an even more desperately frustrated jerk on my cock.

#4: <Mission Control: We have a problem.>

#1, #2, #3: <Shut Up!>

I realized what the problem was: I was sitting too far back in the seat and her knees were up against the backrest already, so she couldn't move herself forward enough to get our parts to line up - no matter how hard she jerked on my cock! I jerked my pelvis forward as quick as I could.

I felt my ass slide forward several inches and knew we'd be okay now. I smiled at her and said, "Try that." It was about time that I did something to help this date be successful. I did - so very much - want this date to be successful; my virginity was seconds and inches away from being lost.

All I could see on Julia's face was desire, frustration and determination; especially determination. Everything else seemed absent. She was an over-wound spring. I don't think she'd seen my smile or heard my words. But my words were unnecessary, as I had no doubt she was going to try again. And, if necessary, again and again.

It was actually a little frightening. I'm not sure she even recognized me anymore, such was her focus. But then I remembered that I'd been too focused not long ago myself.

I leaned my back against the seat to give her as much room as possible. I watched her starting to lower herself the third time. This time I knew it was going to happen; an earthquake couldn't dislodge Julia now.

#4: <It might even make it better.>

#1, #2, #3: <Shut Up!>

She lowered herself again, her head leaning forward and watching intently. Adjusting the angle of my cock as she got closer and closer, we finally made contact, my cock dead center just touching her pussy.

She exhaled a huge sigh of satisfaction and relief. I might've done something similar myself.

She lowered herself just a little more, and my cock penetrated her pussy lips slightly.

#1, #2, #3: <YES!>

#4: <Mission Control: we have docked.>

#1, #2: <{Groan}.>

#3: <Next time we do this, let's leave #4 at home.>

Julia paused for a moment, then made sure of her right hand's grip on the base of my cock, she ascended so my cock was only just touching her, rubbed it around her pussy, then descended just as barely as last time. She repeated this cycle three or four times.

When she was confident that all was well, she looked up at me. I could see she recognized who I was this time. She was back to normal now, fully aware and happy. She smiled at me and said, "Are you ready?"

I could hardly speak, and I didn't dare say more than the bare minimum in case I fucked up my fuck, "Yes."

"Me too. Here we go."

She lowered herself just a little more, so my cock would be held between her lips, then she removed her right hand and put it on my shoulder. Her left hand was still holding her dress up, but neither of us needed it raised so we could see down there as we were looking into each other's eyes now.

She'd moved slightly while doing that and I'd felt the far end of her vagina with the tip of my cock.

#4: <That can't be right; we've hardly got anything in her.>

My eyes flicked down, and sure enough, she was still poised well above my legs, and nearly all of my cock was still outside her.

I looked up, and she was biting her bottom lip, and had a look of intense concentration on her face. Just about the time comprehension hit me, she dropped all of her weight onto me.

My cock drove up into her. She cried out, shuddered, then leaned forward and wrapped both her arms tight around me. She didn't move, just lying against me while holding me as tight as she could and sobbing into my chest.

#2: <She was a virgin?>

#4: <It looks that way. That was unexpected wasn't it?>

We all agreed that it was unexpected.

#2: <Um, she's still sobbing. What do we do?>

#4: <I think we just hold her until she's feeling better. I've read that the pain stops after a while.>

So we put our arms around her and held her gently. Our right arm wasn't much use, but we could rub up and down her back with our left hand. We sat as still as possible, and waited for the sobbing to stop.

After a minute her sobs started easing off. And after a couple more minutes she relaxed her two arms, and gingerly sat up and looked at me.