I thought I'd offer all of your a little taste of my writing. This piece was originally a chapter in my Total Cyberslut series, available from Amazon, but I decided to cut it. In it, Katie's new cyber friend, Nick, tells her the story of his "first time."
Part 1... Katie settled into the office chair, as Nick told his story. When I was a kid, I didn’t have the internet like you, or even a computer. A lot of boys I knew were able to see pictures of naked women in magazines like Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler. But my dad didn’t even have those, at least that I knew about. My parents gave me books about “sex” that were supposed to teach kids how it worked, and those pictures excited me a lot, especially the pictures of kids my age. I always got hard when I turned to that page with the girl, nude and with no clothes on. She was supposed to be young, so she didn’t have any hair, and you couldn’t really see much, just a slit between her legs. And she was only a drawing, and eventually I needed more. The best I could do though were pictures in catalogs. Sometimes there would be pages selling underwear, and I would tear out pictures of women in their bras or panties, or if I was very lucky, a girl closer to my age. I kept them hidden under my mattress, and I would take them out and masturbate to them. I guess like you, I was really curious about sex at a very young age, and very girl crazy. I always had a crush on two or three girls, even in the first grade, and as I got older, there were more and more who made me horny. Sometimes I’d imagine the heads of girls from my school on the bodies of those catalog pictures. Most of the time, though, I just imagined being with them. Since I’d never really seen a girl naked, I would usually come as soon as I imagined them without their clothes. It’s funny, but I suppose even in my imagination, I never actually had sex. But then when I was 17, I got my first real girlfriend. Her name was Jenny, and she was in the same grade as me. At first I was just so happy to have a girlfriend. I’d always wanted one – all those crushes and all. Jenny was short, maybe 5’4”. She had short brown hair, and a mouth that always seemed to be grinning. I don’t know if you’ve had a “real” boyfriend yet, but every time I was around her my stomach would do flops. And slowly, a little at a time we began to be more physical with each other. Nothing very serious. We would hold hands during lunch, and we experimented with French kissing. The problem was, doing those things, even holding hands, made me so incredibly horny. In the afternoon, when I got home from school, I would masturbate and imagine what she looked like naked and what her body would feel like. We dated a long time – much longer than I’d ever had a girlfriend before. Which was wonderful in some ways. I certainly thought I was in love, and maybe I was in a way. My first true love. But by the time we’d reached our six months anniversary, I was ready to explode I wanted to fuck her so badly. A couple of times I had put my hand up her shirt and rubbed her breasts, and once she even unhooked her bra so that I could actually put my hand on her bare breast inside her shirt. It was so amazingly soft, and I never wanted to take my hand off her hard little nipple. [This is so hot. My cunt feels wetter than it’s ever felt. I’ve got three fingers inside – never got that many in before – and I’m rubbing my clit so hard.] She was really scared to do more though. She was always worried she’d make a mistake somehow and get pregnant. I begged, and I pleaded to have sex with her, but she just wouldn’t even consider it. One night she must have been feeling horny too, because after making out for half an hour, she let me put my hand down her jeans. I laugh thinking about it now. I had no idea what I was feeling. I didn’t know what a clit was, and my fingers couldn’t quite get down far enough to her hole. It was just soft and squishy and hairy. But I actually came in my pants while I was doing it. She was so focused on what was happening, so nervous I guess, that she didn’t even notice the wet spot on my pants afterwards. Stay tuned for Part 2!!!
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