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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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!!! So I think I've confessed that my own personal favorite stories are first time stories, especially if there's an age difference between the two participants. But I like a wide variety of storylines and kinks. I've been writing a few cuckold stories, and I'm also starting on a series of billionaire stories that relate to college-age girls.
But I think I tend to write best when I get suggestions from others. Do any of you have any ideas for a hot new story? Here's a little taste of what I'm working on at the moment...
She stood there in the shower, letting the hot water wash over her. It had been a long day, punctuated by a pop quiz in calculus, an unintelligible lecture on the nervous system from a TA who spoke something that might resemble English on paper but in no way resembled it coming out of his mouth, and a dinner at the dining hall made up of some kind of mystery meat substitute. All she wanted in the world now was to relax here and then bundle up in her flannel sheets and three inch comforter and lie still in the dark of her room. Jasmine would probably make a stink about having to relocate her studying to the study room downstairs, but tonight she didn’t really care. She was just too tired to put up with her room-mate’s Sex Pistols-sugar fueled-open-air-til-it-froze-your-eyeballs study routine tonight. She rubbed the shower puff over her shoulders and down between her breasts, massaging the soap in and the stress out. Her long red hair hung dark and wet, her curls heavy with the weight of water, down her back. She wondered, as she often did in the middle of a shower, if perhaps she could just stay in here indefinitely. It always seemed like such a shock to her system – that moment when she turned the water off and felt the rush of cool air pick its way through the steam and finally to her bare skin. But, she consoled herself with thoughts of her warm bed waiting for her, and, with a sigh, reached out and turned the tap off. It happened so simultaneously that she thought she must somehow have caused it by turning off the water – the ear-spitting screech of the dorm’s fire alarm. It seemed almost to come from inside her head, so piercing was it, and it startled her so much she almost slipped a little as she turned to reach for her towel. She dried herself quickly, then wrapped the purple towel around her and headed for her room at the other end of the hall. The towel came just to the underside of her bottom, and she padded quickly on her small bare feet as the girls in the hallway buzzed around her heading for the stairs. She’d never been one for showing off her body. She was even shy in front of her room-mate, Jasmine, always finding some way to dress when the other girl was out, even on one or two occasions resorting to putting her clothes on IN the shower while she was still damp so that no one would see her. Jasmine, of course, was of a completely different nature. She seemed to Melissa almost a kind of nymphomaniac, lying around nude in the room half the time, and even talking brazenly to the completely embarrassed Melissa about different shapes she shaved into her pubic hair and which of her breasts was larger than the other. Dorm fire alarm? Girl in nothing but a towel? What could go wrong? I'm so excited to announce that my first book is now available at Amazon.com. It's the story of a professor and his young student who seems to be struggling in class. Ok, ok, I know it's an old story, but I promise this one offers a different take. You'll find a well-written, literary story here. Of course, you'll also find plenty of filthy sex as well. You can find it at www.amazon.com/dp/B01HUIMES0 And stay tuned for more great titles coming up this week. |
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