A Sweet First Time Story

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  1. cbrmale

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    Sep 26, 2006
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    This is something I wrote years ago, and briefly revised today.


    It was an age ago, but I remember it like yesterday. My first time, our first time. It was so unlikely; we hardly knew each other. And yet, there was a something that brought us together for a passion that, for a while, was sublime beyond belief.

    Let's go back in time, to a couple of years before. Like most eighteen-year-old boys, I had my hormones running wild. All desire and nowhere to spend it. To make matters worse, I was a university student; just starting a Commerce degree of all things. So many other young men were doing that course and too few young women. So much sex drive, nowhere to satiate it.

    The first few days at university were dazzling. One moment you’re at high school and you’re a child, the next minute you’re a man. The first year of the course is pretty much set except for the humanities 'elective'. Psychology or sociology, I pondered? Surnames starting A to K do Sociology, L to Z do Psychology. So much for 'elective': surname 'M' equals psychology!

    Soon we were into our routine. One thing was for certain, psychology was very boring, exciting concepts like synaptic transmission of nerve impulses. The lecturers and our tutor didn’t comment, it was what it was. Later I realised we were doing physiological psychology.

    It seemed like forever at the time, but looking back those three years flew: subject after subject, exam after exam, a labouring job during my holidays to earn some money. I was as fit as I ever had been, and ever would be. I met a few girls on campus, but there were never enough girls to go around, except for the Asian students. There were many Asian girls doing our course, they paid to come to Australia and study. They didn't socialise with us Australians, and we instinctively knew they wanted us to leave them alone. They got great marks, better than we did. We didn't think about it much, but now I know their families sacrificed for them, and they felt obliged by getting Distinctions in every subject.

    The final year was interesting, the subjects seemed mature, but in reality it was the students who had changed. Even psychology had come of age, I was nineteen by then and we were studying social psychology. Indeed, we were studying SEX. It may have been the late 1970's, but society was very naïve when it came to sex. Compared to what I learned, society still is. But at university we were with a mature and confident thirty-something tutor helping us to study sex, an attractive woman who had no discomfort with intimacy. The tutorials were more than enlightening, they were life-changing. After I graduated, I realised I was 'different' to other people. I knew that society, despite what the majority thought, was sexually suppressed. I tried to work out why, why do we deny ourselves things that harm no-one? Why do we do it? While I attempted to answer those questions over the years, I realised that my moral and religious views had changed forever. University social psychology challenged me, and as a result it changed my life.

    Like all tutorials, psychology had its fair share of assignments and presentations. For this year, we were going to work in pairs to do one big presentation each. Our tutor was democratic, she paired us off, one male and one female to work together on our big assignment. My allotted partner was one of the Asian girls named 'Annette'. Our big assignment, 'Sexual Practices in Traditional Societies.' By traditional we were studying societies that Western morals hadn’t yet touched, or writings from the time before Westerners had altered the natural balance of harmony.

    After the tutorial, Annette and I met to plan where to start. Because the Asian students kept to themselves, we Australians hadn't paid much attention to them. Sitting down with Annette, my perception changed. Sure, she was very different-looking to Australian women, but she was very attractive in her own right, petite with creamy smooth skin and long black hair. She had a very gentle manner; to me it spoke of being shy. But she had a sweet voice and a lovely accent. It was her sweet voice more than anything else; it sparked an attraction in me, something I wanted to experience more of. We agreed we needed more time than an hour or so between lectures to plan a major assignment and presentation like this. Considering the options, my home was not convenient because Annette couldn’t get to the suburbs easily, and she didn’t like the idea of a ride on my motorcycle much. She shared a Victorian-era terrace house nearby with some other students, so that seemed a more logical place. We agreed to meet up at seven that evening.

    My motorcycle had been so handy for the three years or so that I had been riding and I was able to park right outside her inner-city house. She must have been looking out for me because she answered the door immediately after I knocked. Other students were in the lounge watching television, and we left them behind, climbing the narrow staircase to her bedroom. The room was very cramped with a bed, a desk, a chair and little room for anything else. I took the bed and she sat on the chair. We made some notes about the societies we would research. Tahiti was number one, the Cook and Bligh expeditions gave us a huge amount of material on Polynesian sexuality. Other societies included the plains Native Americans, the primitive hill tribes of the Himalayas and whatever we could find on sub-Saharan Africa. We divided the research and agreed to meet at the same time next week.

    During the course of that week, I managed to obtain from my council Library two textbooks on Tahiti and a textbook on Africa before the 1870’s. I was quite happy with my discovery and I was sure that this would be valuable to our assignment.

    Thursday night, seven o'clock and Annette must have been waiting for me again. I took my bag upstairs and suggested that I had found something that she would have been interested in. I handed her the three books and she broke into a big smile; her normally serious expression just dropped away, the excitement of my discovery showed something I hadn't seen before. No, she was more than attractive, in that moment she was genuinely beautiful.

    She had photocopied some materials, also on Tahiti but other cultures as well. With the materials to hand, we were in a position to make a start. To me, working in her room together was difficult. It was cramped, too cramped for two people with so many books and so much material. My house wasn't any better, there was too much family and not enough privacy.

    “We need somewhere to work,” I said, “in one weekend could break the back of a first draft.”
    She put her hand over her mouth.
    “Sorry, an Aussie expression. One weekend to complete the first draft.”
    “Your place?” she asked.
    I shook my head. "I know of a place, nothing but peace and quite and a few magpies," I said.
    Her eyes narrowed. “Where is this place?" she asked.
    "My parent's holiday house, about three hours away."
    "Not on your motorcycle."
    "I can borrow a car for the weekend."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Absolutely. It’s peaceful and quiet and it doesn't get used much in the colder weather. I can pick you up on a Friday night and we would be back on Sunday."
    "How about the tomorrow week?"

    It was agreed. Friday after next I would pick her up in the afternoon at three for a weekend of work at the house by the bay.
  2. cbrmale

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    Sweet First Time Story Part Two

    It was just after three on a fine autumn afternoon when I eventually found a parking spot for the car. I quickly made my way to the now familiar house where Annette was waiting for me. She had two bags for the weekend and I helped her with the larger one.

    Soon we were on our way, we left the inner city traffic behind as we progressed through the suburban sprawl.

    “I have been in Australia for two years, and never travelled this far before,” she said.
    “You like it?”
    She looked at the rows of houses on either side of the freeway, concrete-tiled rooves surrounded by timber fences stretching in all directions. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eyes. “You can tell me the truth,” I said.
    “It is ugly.”
    “Yes it is, but we’re heading somewhere very pretty, especially on a mid-autumn afternoon.”

    Soon enough we left the city behind us, and in the late afternoon shadows we drove along the rolling South Gippsland ranges that make up the familiar journey to the holiday house. The journey was absolutely delightful, the long shadows highlighted the rolling green hills and lush pastures of this part of the State. Darkness descending, I checked the time, almost six.

    “We could eat at the next town,” I suggested.
    “If you want.”
    “Pub?” I asked.
    “Pub?” she asked.
    “Sorry, hotel.”
    “No, not hotel.”
    “There’s a Cantonese restaurant.”
    “Much better.”

    I cruised through Leongatha just after six-thirty and we stopped at the local Chinese restaurant. It was nice to be out of the car for a spell, even with just thirty or forty minutes left for our final destination. I let Annette order, and we waited for the food to arrive. I gently probed her background, and she explained she was Chinese from Malaysia; her parents paid for her to study in Australia and she would be returning once she graduated. My background was more straightforward, born and raised in Australia and sacrificing a little for now to get my reward later. There were more personal things I wanted to know about her, but I also realised I didn’t need to ask.

    "What’d you think of this subject?" I asked her.
    "It is fascinating, I didn't know that there was so much knowledge that has been discarded. Knowledge about women mostly," she replied.
    "You're right. I'm sure that apart from passing, I hope to make good use of this one day."

    The food arrived and halted our conversation.

    Meal over and paid for, we were on our way. It was dark now, but I knew the roads well. Even so, the last part of this drive always seems the longest. Pitch dark outside, the odd light from isolated farmhouses making it seem all the more lonely. Suddenly, the lights of the little village before the final few kilometres to the holiday house. Out of season, the area around the house was deserted. I put the car away and used the torch to let us inside.

    The curtains had been shut all day, and the house was cool and a little damp. Fortunately the fire, a cast iron stove, had been set after the previous visit. I lit a match and soon the paper and kindling were blazing away. The room lights were harsh so I turned on a side light and turned off the main lights. The room was cosy now.

    I put my bag in the small bedroom and hers in the main bedroom. When I returned I noticed her sitting on the floor in front of the fire, just watching the flames through the open door.

    "In Malaysia, we don't have fires, it is always too hot. This is nice."
    "It's still cool, do you want a blanket to keep warm?" I asked.
    She nodded, "Yes please."

    I grabbed a spare blanket from the cupboard and placed it around her shoulders, then I put away our food. The main part of the house was one long room with the lounge and fire at one end and the kitchen at the other end, with the dining table in the centre. From the kitchen, I watched her staring at the fire. Another log was needed, I threw one onto the blaze. I turned around and Annette lifted up one corner of the blanket, a corner for me to crawl in beside her. I sat close to her and she placed the blanket around me, the two of us very close to each other. Tentatively, I put my arm around her shoulder and held her gently. We just sat there, in a gentle hug, watching the flames and feeling the warmth spread through the house.

    While we sat holding each other, the heat started to become noticeable. Annette pulled away and removed her thick woollen pullover, and then she placed my arm over her shoulder and her head against my chest. I felt my heart running fast, I didn’t know what to do.

    “This is beautiful,” she said quietly.
    “Yes it is.”

    I squeezed her a little tighter, and she nestled into me more firmly. Through the thin material of her t-shirt, I felt her soft skin, her small soft breasts. I gently touched her with my fingers, and she moved even closer. By this time my heart was racing and I felt short of breath. I also felt hot, so I repeated Annette’s move and removed my pullover, and we embraced again, this time she slipped a couple of fingers between two buttons on my shirt and touched my chest. I cupped her breasts, and she undid a button and slid her hand inside my shirt. I moved my hand downwards towards the waist of her jeans, and slowly eased the white cotton free. My fingers touched her skin, electrifying softness! So heavenly, so perfect.

    In one quick move she pushed the blanket away, and then she removed her t-shirt and bra. She leaned against my shoulder again. I touched her breasts, they were amazing. Soft and yet firm, I cupped them for a moment, and then I ran the palm of my hand over her nipples, and she exhaled gently. I did it again, and felt her breath on my face. I gently stroked her nipples and leant forward to kiss her, the heavenly wetness of her lips against mine! She was so soft: her body, her breasts, her lips.

    She unbuttoned my shirt: nervous, fumbling. My heart was beating fast while she pulled the shirt out of my trousers and discarded it.

    "Your chest is hairy," she said as she ran her fingers through the thin layer of dark hair. "It’s nice, manly." She touched my nipples and I shuddered with the sensation. "Is that alright?" she asked. I nodded, so she did it again. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close to me, resuming our hug. Skin against skin, her soft skin against mine. I ran my hands through her long hair. We held each other, hugging and kissing.

    Her breasts fascinated me, I kissed her nipple, feeling its firmness. I kissed it again. Gently, I drew it between my lips. A sharp intake of breath, a gasp of pleasure. I sucked on her nipple gently with my lips, it was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I moved to her other nipple and kissed it, feeling it grow with my kisses. I ran my hand over one nipple and sucked the other. She kissed me on the side of my neck. We held each other, kissing some more.

    Annette pulled away and stood up, me watching her. She unzipped her jeans and wriggled them over her hips. I sat there fascinated as she awkwardly stepped out of them, leaving the blue denim in a heap on the floor. Then she slipped out of her white panties and stood before me. She was just so…beautiful.

    I stood and removed the rest of my clothing. We stepped close to each other and embraced. I am not a big person, but she seemed so vulnerable in my arms like that. She held around my erection, her fingers not able to reach all the way around.

    "Here, in front of the fire," she said.
    "I have some condoms," I offered.
    "No need, I have taken precautions."

    I glanced around the room and noticed that each of the chairs and sofas had removable cushions, so I grabbed them arranged them in front of the hearth. I placed the blanket on top and she lay on it, waiting for me. I laid beside her, lightly exploring her body. The flair of her hips, her thighs, her bottom and those lovely soft breasts. She ran her hands through my hair and held my manhood as if she never wanted to let me go.

    Thoughts ran through my mind. Where to now? What to do? How to do it? I remembered all we had absorbed during our tutorials and I knew she would be on the same wavelength as me.

    "I want you to orgasm with me." I thought about how. "Do you masturbate?" I asked her.
    "You're embarrassing me."
    "It's okay, everyone does. You do, don't you?"
    "Yes, sometimes."
    "Can you show me?"

    She started to rub herself and I watched.

    "Can I do that?" I asked.

    I put my hand and over special place and imitated what she had been doing, firmly yet gently, an even stroke over and over while I held her in my arms. She hugged me, holding me tight while I rubbed her and kissed her. I felt her heart beating faster. I wanted to comfort her, so I kissed her again, this time deeply. For the first time our tongues touched, intimate kissing while I drove her onwards. Things subtly changed, nervousness discarded, passion taking control.

    She put her hand on mine and pressed me harder again, so I rubbed her more vigorously. She broke off the kiss and started to moan lightly. I kissed the side of her neck, I felt her shudder with the sensation. I continued to cradle her as I rubbed her.

    She started to move her hips around, pressing up and from side to side. I pressed her harder again. She moaned again. Still I rubbed her, steadily and firmly while she started to writhe on the cushions.

    Suddenly, I felt her body tense and she cried out. Her eyes flickered open, and I was overcome.

    "I want to taste you," I asked.
    "And I want to taste you too.”

    She moved so gracefully, kneeling astride me, lowering her pussy toward my face. At the same time, I felt her take me in her mouth, the warm sensations of her lips running up and down my cock. Her pussy was framed in thin straight black hair which I brushed it aside while I aimed for her love spot with my tongue. I tasted her wetness, it was a little bitter, but also pleasant. I enjoyed exploring the folds of skin, running my tongue up and down and then right inside her. She gasped, but it was a gasp of satisfaction. I entered her again and she let me go. I continued to run my tongue around her pussy, enjoying the smooth softness of her womanhood. Tasting her, exploring her, worshipping her sacred place. I could have stayed there all night, but she moved away and lay down beside me.

    My heart was racing, this was it. I nestled between her legs, slowly edging forward. I felt her hand touch my shaft, guiding me towards her opening, I was about to make love for my very first time. I felt her wetness when I touched her lips, slowly parting them as I eased my cock into her. Warm, wet and slippery as I entered her love tunnel. Wet and slippery as I slid forward, her tight pussy devouring my manhood.

    Suddenly, I felt a resistance, she was still intact. I caught her gaze.

    "It is okay," she said.

    I pushed forward, the resistance squashing the head of my cock. She was frowning.

    "Just do it."

    I pushed a little harder and suddenly the resistance gave way. Annette gasped as I moved right inside her, her pussy taking all I had to give.

    "You alright?" I asked.
    "Yes," she whispered. "It hurt a little, but it's better now."

    I slowly drew back, savouring the sensations as her pussy pulled against my withdrawing cock. As far out as I manage before sliding back in again as slow as I could, feeling her body relaxing beneath me. I looked deep into her eyes and she smiled.

    "Is it okay?" she asked.
    "It's brilliant, and you?"
    "I can feel you in me."

    I wanted to last, I wanted to enjoy the wonderful caress of her pussy on my cock for as long as I could. I continued the slow and even rhythm, as slow as I could manage, the gentle caress of her warm love tunnel wrapped around me, pulling on my skin, urging me to come. But not yet. I used every ounce of concentration I had to make this last. I had waited a long time for this.

    I picked up speed, but not too fast. Driving things forward, feeling my lover part of me, her hips moving with mine. But it cannot last forever, I felt the tension building. My cock started to tingle, the pulses building, my body getting closer to the moment. Closer and closer, I felt Annette's legs wrapped tight around me, willing me on, drawing me into her. So close, so close... With one last thrust, I buried myself hard, waves of pleasure as I came deep inside her, deep inside her body, deep inside her heart. Slowly sliding out and sliding in again, each stroke prolonging the ecstasy until I was spent. I felt exhausted, drained, and satisfied beyond belief. I gently lay on my lover and she wrapped her arms around me, drawing me close, holding me to her. She kissed me.

    "I love you,” she said
    "I love you too. Did it hurt?"
    "A little, but it was worth it. Did it hurt you?"
    "Not at all, it was glorious."

    She let me go and I gently eased out of her. I lay beside her, holding her smooth soft body in my arms.
  3. cbrmale

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    Sweet First Time Story Part Three

    The light shone through the gaps in the curtains; the distinctive song of the magpies on the trees outside reminded where I was. Beside me, I heard Annette's gentle breathing. It was cool inside. I slipped on some underwear and went to tend to the fire in the lounge, still burning slowly from the night before. I stoked it up and put some more wood on. As I returned from the bathroom, I saw the flames devouring the wood, warming the house.

    I climbed into bed. Annette was still asleep. I cuddled up to her warm naked body. She seemed so peaceful. I drifted in and out of sleep.

    I felt her stir and stretch. I kissed her on the shoulder, hoping she would remember that this was a long way from her inner city bedroom. She rolled over and kissed me warmly.

    "Morning." I said. "Sleep well?"
    "Yes. This place is so peaceful. What time is it?"
    "Eight. It is early, I wonder what we can do?”
    "I thought, we could do some Tahitian research, for the assignment."
    She kissed me. "You naughty man."

    As she returned from the bathroom, she asked me "What's this Tahitian thing then?"

    I explained that I had read my books and found that the Polynesians were very much into sexual pleasure and in particular making sure that females had equal sexual pleasure. Well, they generally had sex with the woman on her all fours, man kneeling behind. This, we now know, enables the penis to hit the g-spot. It also enables either partner to rub the clitoris during sex. The Christian missionaries, for some reason or other, didn't like this position and they encouraged the male on top position. The 'missionary' position.

    "Ah," she exclaimed. "So that's where missionary comes from."
    "Right. I thought we should try it out, Polynesian style. Purely for research of course."

    She looked at me.

    "Sorry," I said, "Australian humour."

    We stripped the bed back to the sheets and commenced our research. In the morning light she was more beautiful than the night before, if such a thing was possible. This time it was easier: more experience, not so nervous. We embraced and kissed and explored and pleasured. We held each other tight. Again she straddled me, her sweet pussy so close to my face. I held her and explored her, using my tongue with more purpose this time. As I explored her, I must have touched somewhere special, I felt her gasp with pleasure. So I continued, running my tongue around that spot, listening to her light moaning. I kept it up, holding onto her cute little bottom and just lopping around that one spot. She let go of me and pressed herself against my face. I kept it up, my tongue on the spot that I had rubbed the night before. I kept on going; going and going. She pressed down onto my face, willing me to press harder.

    "I think…" she mumbled and I felt the muscles in her legs tense. At the same time she gasped out loud. She looked over her shoulder, looking very serious. "I didn't know… I didn't know we could do that."

    "I didn't either," I admitted. I sat on my haunches for a few moments until she got her breath. "Polynesian style," I suggested.

    She got onto her hands and knees and I knelt behind her. I gently pressed forward and she guided me in, I looked down, fascinated to see my erection entering her. This was so much tighter than yesterday. Yesterday it felt like her pussy was caressing me, this morning it felt like she was swallowing me. Still deliciously slippery, but so much tighter. I looked at my cock, as I drew it out, already slick with her juice. My word, this was a hot position. Annette was spread in front of me, her head down against the pillows, the position highlighting her feminine curves.

    I held onto her hips with one hand and started to thrust gently. At the same time I reached down and started to rub her. I thrust and I rubbed. Soon she was moaning quietly. I could just hear her.

    "Do you want me to go faster?" I asked.
    "No. That's just fine. It feels, different. Nice."

    I kept it up. Fortunately my holiday jobs had built my leg muscles up. Even so, after several minutes they started to ache. Annette reached behind and started to rub herself, faster and firmer than me. I used both hands to brace myself on her hips. I could see her still rubbing while I thrust inside that oh-so-tight pussy of hers. This was delicious, no question.

    "I think I'm gonna come again," she gasped.

    I kept it up, but it was hard. My legs were sore and I didn't want to come before she did. I saw her rubbing herself furiously.


    I increased the tempo. I felt myself getting closer and I wasn't sure how long I could last. But I wanted to see if we could make this happen. The sensations in my cock were getting more and more intense.

    Suddenly she cried out and I felt her pussy grip my cock even harder. That was it, I ground hard into her as I came, the pleasure filling my body from my head to my cock, so much more intense than yesterday. As the last waves died away, I was aware of the ache in my legs. I pulled out and flopped onto the bed to ease the discomfort.

    Annette looked at me. "Those missionaries have a lot to answer for."

    After showering and breakfast, it was time to start work. The kitchen table was a perfect workspace and we could sit side by side and share the same material. We agreed that I would write up the Polynesian side of things, seeing as that seemed to be my obsession. She would concentrate on the Plains Indians of North America. I suggested that if we write this assignment longhand, I could type it when I get home and then get my father to photocopy it. I explained that I could touch type, and copy-typing longhand notes was really quick for me.

    By midday, we were both quite weary. I had brought some bread and fillings and Annette helped to make lunch. I took two folding chairs on the balcony and we sat in the fresh air, eating lunch and enjoying the atmosphere. She admitted it was a lovely spot.

    While we took our break, I asked her if she would be comfortable to go to the local hotel for dinner. She wasn't at all keen. She didn't drink and I think she thought it would be the local den of debauchery. I explained you can drink anything: fruit juice, soft drink. And it was a country pub, just friendly farmers and their families. The families convinced her, wives and children meant it must be okay.

    Come six and the assignment was going well. We had thee-quarters of the final, hand-written notes completed. I had already lit the fire and the house was warm and cosy. Before we headed to the hotel, I threw a large log onto the fire to make sure we had plenty of heat for when we got back.

    As always, the hotel was cheerful. Groups of men stood around the bar in cheerful conversation. The fire blazed in the dining room beyond. Families occupied the larger tables. We found a smaller table for two and I got some drinks: soft drink for Annette and a beer for me. She raised her eyebrows. I told her that a glass of ale didn't do anyone any harm.

    I apologised for the menu, but she said she was surprised how warm and friendly the place was. I told her that country pubs were usually nicer than city ones. After all, this was the only Saturday night entertainment for a half hour drive in any direction.

    The food was plentiful and we were both very satisfied as we made our way to the car outside. Soon we were back in the cosy warmth of our house. I had brought some music with me and selected a piece I thought would go down well. The house had all of the comforts of home, including a half-decent stereo.

    "Classical?" Annette asked me
    "Handel," I replied. "Concerto Grossi. Actually it’s Baroque, older than Classical.
    "It's nice."

    I sat on the couch, and she laid on my lap as we listened to the music. I run my hands through her hair. She was so peaceful laying like that. It was a lovely night together.

    I awoke with a start. I felt Annette's arms around me, holding me. I turned to kiss her.

    "I was watching you," she said. "You looked so handsome asleep." I stretched, she cuddled up to me. "I put some wood on the fire."

    After I returned to bed she was sitting cross legged on the sheet. "We haven't seen the beach yet."
    "Alright, lets get dressed, but you’ll need to dress warmly"

    There were two rows of sand dunes between the house and the beach, the dunes closes to the house were covered with scrub and didn't look like sand at all. The dunes protected the house from the prevailing wind. Hand in hand, we set off for the walk to the beach. We followed the main road and then turned left and headed over the hills. We topped the second rise and the wind hit us: strong and cold, the salt spray noticeable in the air. Annette pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and tied it. I grabbed her around her waist, as if to protect her from the cold wind.

    We descended onto the sand. The sea was grey and restless, the sand still damp from the mornings high tide. We made our way close to the water, the white-topped waves breaking in the bay and rolling in close to our feet. The wind whipped around our clothing. My ears stung with the cold. We held each other while we walked towards the headland. I told her about a time long ago, before the roads were made and when trading was by coastal shipping. About steam ships caught in gales and driven onto this beach to founder. In fact, at very low tide, there were the remains of a couple of wrecks. Not much more than keels were left, a reminder of the wild weather, although I doubt if Annette didn't needed any convincing about the strong gales.

    The wind made talking difficult, so we held onto each other while we strolled in silence, the wind tearing at our clothing and stinging any exposed skin. After about twenty minutes, Annette said she was cold. We turned our backs to the wind and returned to the house.

    The stroll home was much more pleasant. Despite the cool autumn weather, once we crossed the dunes we were protected from the wind and it felt almost warm.

    "What did you think of that?" I asked her.
    "It's very cold."
    "Yes, even in summer, there aren’t many days for swimming. But swimming isn't what this place is about."
    "What is it then?"
    "Don't you know?"
    "Peace. Peace from the city."

    The house looked cheerful as we got close, smoke drifting from the chimney. She squeezed my hand as she asked, "I want to do it Indian-style."
    "Yes, American Indian. I will be good for our assignment."

    I couldn't argue with that. "And just what is Indian-style?"
    "It's me on top of you."
    "That sounds nice. I'm going to have an easy time this morning, aren't I?"
    "That's the point," she replied. "Men can last longer and women can receive more pleasure."

    The house was warm, the main lounge room cosy with the curtains drawn and the fire blazing. I arranged the cushions of the floor and placed a sheet on top. We stripped off and sat in front of the fire, but after the walk we were both feeling warm. She looked so beautiful, more beautiful every time I saw her. We were more comfortable together too. Our first time was so nervous, the second time was better, and this time I felt more relaxed than I thought was possible.

    We held each other and kissed passionately. Our tongues touched and explored. I felt her inside my mouth and I stroked her tongue with mine. I held her close to me, cupping my hands under the cheeks of her bottom, her soft breasts pressed against me. I bent down and kissed her little nipples, sucking them and feeling them grow. She held my shaft, I felt my erection growing with her touch. My hands explored her pussy, her lips already oozing wetness. I kissed the side of her neck, she ran her hands through my hair. I rubbed her pussy, she stroked my hard cock.

    "I want to make love with you," she said. She gave me room to lie down and then she knelt across my hips. Her slim body seemed much more vulnerable with her above me like that. She reached down and guided me into her. I watched with fascination as such a small young woman swallowed my big hard cock.

    She braced her hands on my chest and started to rock back and forward. She was right, this was nice. Her warm pussy was stretched tight on me and she was setting the pace. I moved to meet her, trying to thrust to match her, but it was hard to get it right. I held onto her hips and used her to gently guide me until we had a consistent rhythm. It felt good, it always felt good when I was inside her. Now I knew why people were so obsessed with sex. If there was anything else in the world better than this, I had yet to find it.

    Once we were into a groove, I was free to explore. I massaged her fleshy bottom, feeling her firm and so perfectly formed cheeks. I gently cupped her breasts, brushing her nipples. I put one hand to the side of her face and she tilted her head to rest it on me. This was better than good, this was awesome. This was the best yet. And she was right, I didn't even feel like I was going to come.

    On and on we went, a gentle rhythm. Her pussy pulling and caressing my shaft, the sensations so brilliant as always. I asked her if she was alright and she admitted her legs were starting to get sore. I asked if she wanted me on top and she agreed.

    She raised herself, higher and higher until my hard cock was free. Soon I was between her legs, deep inside her. We had been making love for so long I felt an urgency to come. Our mouths locked together in a long and never-ending kiss as I drove into her. Drove fast and deep. Faster and faster. I needed to come. On top was different for me: I felt alive, I felt a real man, my masculinity was driving us now.

    I felt the sensations building. Again and again I thrust into her. Mouth to mouth, her pussy swallowing my hard cock. Again and again as I felt myself getting closer. Still I kissed her, my sensations amplified by our closeness. I felt it building, gradually closer, driving deep with one hard stroke as I came, the wave of pleasure filling my cock. Again and again I thrust, each time another wave rolled down my cock. Again and again, each stroke a little slower, each wave tapering off until I was done.

    My heart was beating fast. Oh my, that had been good. I kissed her on the side of her neck and she wrapped her arms around mine. I thought, not only is sex great, it gets better! Better and better each time!

    I whispered in her ear. "You didn't come, did you?"
    "It's alright," she said.
    "No, I can help you."

    I knelt between her legs, her pussy oozing my come so I used a corner of the sheet to wipe her. Then I ran my tongue around her. I used both my tongue and my fingers. I knew the spot to rub and how to rub it. She must have been hot, I heard her quietly moan as I rubbed her and licked her at the same time. As I rubbed and sucked and licked, I felt her pressing up against my mouth. Yes, she was hot. Suddenly she shouted loudly, and the tension in her legs drained away. I quietly lay beside her, holding her while she lay so peacefully.
  4. cbrmale

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    Sep 26, 2006
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    Sweet First Time Story Part Four

    We had breakfast and started on the assignment again. Her sense of humour was different to mine. When she said that making love like that helped her with the assignment, I believed it. The day before had helped me. In a couple of hours we had read and corrected each other's work and it was ready for typing.

    The weekend was coming to an end. We sat on the balcony to eat lunch in the weak autumn sun. Afterward we strolled around the streets, hand in hand, but saw nobody. Everyone must be in the city, and all too soon we were packing to head to the city as well. I put some music on the car stereo. Neither of us were in the mood to talk.

    As I got closer to her house, we finally spoke. I told her I should have it typed by the end of the week. She suggested I meet her on the weekend. Agreed, Saturday morning at ten.

    I arrived at ten, and Annette opened the door, hugging me and kissing me.

    "Let's go to my room."

    I showed her the typed, copied and bound versions of the assignment. She hugged me again, more passionately this time.

    "Michael, this is so perfect."
    "I've missed you."
    "I've missed you too."

    She sat on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse.

    "Let's make love," she said.

    I removed my clothes and joined her on the narrow bed. I lay on my back, and she smiled while she climbed on top of me so gracefully. We made love, gently as was our style. This time she oozed confidence, staying on top, taking charge of our lovemaking. This time I watched her reach down and rub herself while I was inside her, I looked at her eyes closed in concentration. This time I heard her gasp and felt her when she came. This time I watched her smiling while I got closer, looking into my eyes, knowing what was happening to me. This time I came deep inside her and she bent down to kiss me. This time I held her to my body, my manhood still inside her, two young people connected as lovers.

    We lay on her bed until almost lunchtime, and then it was time for me to go.

    A week later, it was time for our Tutorial presentation. The presentation went very well and I earned my first distinction of my course.

    We continued to meet. Her house always seemed so crowded, and being an Australian, I felt out as they rarely spoke English. Instead we ate out at some of the cheaper places that students frequent. After eating, we sometimes went to see a movie, but we would always return to her room to make love. The one thing we learned above all others was that sex was a natural part of life.

    The semester went too quickly, one day she reminded me that which I already knew.

    "You know I will be leaving in November?"

    Before then, there was the study vacation, two weeks to prepare for the end of year exams. I suggested that the holiday house would be perfect for a week or so of peaceful study.

    "A whole week without interruption," I said.
    "No interruptions?" she asked.
    "Well, lots of love," I admitted.
    She kissed me. "Yes, lots of love."

    The exams were over, the results were in and it was time for her to go. As always she got good marks, one High Distinction, two Distinctions and a Credit. My marks were typical, Two credits and two passes. A credit for Psychology though, fancy that.

    I borrowed the car to drive her to the airport, to see her for the last time. She had given me her address in Malaysia so I could write to her. And we did, for a while. But the letters took longer to compose and the replies longer to receive. By this time, I was working, seeing other girls, but I never mention them in my letters. She must be seeing other men, but wouldn’t mention them either.

    Slowly, it drifts apart. Even though it couldn’t last, it was as good a relationship as there ever was. No, it was better than good, it was brilliant. That shyness I first saw was just her reserve when she met strangers. Once we got to know one another, her shyness dissolved and she became my first lover, and she showed a passion I didn't believe possible in such a quiet girl.

    These days I’m married with two growing children, and yet I look back on that time with more than affection. That first weekend together was something I would never forget and I remember every detail. The first time we were so nervous, and yet it was so beautiful. Learning, exploring, loving. Memories like that stay with you forever.
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