Here's Part 2 of the story I'm calling "Young Love in the 80s." As I mentioned last time, it's a side-story that was originally part of the Total Cyberslut series. Here, Nick continues his story to Katie about his "first time." Don't forget, you can find the whole Cyberslut series and many more of my stories on Amazon. We did this once or twice more, but it was probably another month before things went any further. One night her parents left us alone in the living room. We were watching a movie, I don’t remember what, and I worked up my courage and asked if I could see her naked. She’d fought me so hard not to have sex, and I guess maybe she thought this would be ok as long as we didn’t go any further. We had been dating for what seemed like an eternity at this point, and maybe she just thought it was time. There was no way she could just get naked, not with her parents in the next room. In fact, when I think about how close we came to getting caught so many times, I can’t believe how foolish we were. But she first reached around and unhooked her bra. Then she lay on the floor and slowly pulled up her t-shirt and bra so I could clearly see her tits. They were these two perfect mounds, with perfect small little nipples standing up in the cold air. Then she reached down quickly, unbuttoned her jeans, and wiggling her bottom against the floor worked her jeans and her teal colored panties down to the middle of her thighs. She was so white, I guess like you say you are. But she wasn’t a redhead. Her pubic hair was black and curly on her belly, and I could just see the slit of her lips, though her thighs were still pressed together and I couldn’t really see anything. I certainly thought I had. I came so hard when I got home that night, I thought I would never stop. [I’m imagining I’m Jenny now, that I’m older, and that you’re looking at my body. I hope if you ever saw me you’d like it.] That went on for a while. She’d let me look up her skirt sometimes at school when no one was looking, or she’d pull her jeans down just enough for me to see her hair. Every time though she made me swear I wouldn’t try to have sex with her, which I did gladly. I actually think it was her idea to take the next step though. One night I had managed to get her pants down, her legs spread just enough to get my finger into her slit. I still didn’t know the first thing about clitorises, didn’t know I should rub there. I thought it was all about the hole, and I worked my middle finger in and out of her while we kissed. And somewhere in the middle of that she must have gotten hot too, because she suddenly whispered in my ear, “you can kiss me down there if you want.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. My face went down between her legs, probably faster than I should have if I had known better, and I kissed all that black curly hair gently. I looked up to notice she had closed her eyes, and her thighs opened wider, allowing me to use my fingers to open up the lips and look closely at what was really down there. I alternated between putting my finger in her and using my tongue to get up inside of her. She stopped me then and let me understand what she really wanted. I’m not even sure she knew what her clit was, but she knew the spot right at the top of her mound was the most sensitive, the spot that felt the best, and she asked me to lick her there. I don’t think I ever would have stopped licking her, lapping at her clitoris and occasionally moving my tongue down to flick the lips inside and out. But she actually came, that very first time. I kept waiting for her to actually come, the way guys do – I was so uninformed. And she did get a lot wetter. I asked her then if she had come, and she nodded breathlessly that she had. But she never made a sound. We did that so many times over the next few months. I even managed to get her to look at me naked, and to rub my cock until I came, though her same old worries were still there. She used to tell me she was afraid she might get my sperm on her hands and later wipe herself and get pregnant. [I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming so hard. Don’t stop telling me the story though. I want to come more.] To be continued...
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