“Great!” I said, quickly walking over to the couch where he was sitting. I was about to sit down, but then noticed a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table directly in front of him and improvised my plan a little.
“Oooh, popcorn!” I said, to make sure he knew the reason I was doing what I was about to do. Bending from the waist I took my time pretending to choose the very best pieces of popcorn. In reality I was imagining the view Shane was getting. When I say I was wearing the shortest skirt in the world, I mean it, bending at the waist would definitely have been enough to show the crease that marked the end of my legs and the beginning of my ass, and maybe a glimpse of my panties. They were black, in stark contrast to the white fabric of the skirt, so if they were visible, then there was no missing them.
When I turned around I was sure I was going to see a drooling sex machine ready to pounce on me, but I was wrong. Shane was sitting there as cool, calm and collected as I had ever seen him. His head was leaning way back on the couch and his eyes were firmly staring in the direction of the ceiling. Boys had fought over me for less than the display I’d just put on. I didn’t understand, so just sat down next to him. I was confused and pouted a little but I wasn’t sure what to say, I’d been caught off guard by Shane’s self-control. What if I couldn’t do it? I needed him, I’d waited so long!
Thankfully Shane started a conversation, filling me in on what had happened in the movie so far. It was such a stupid plotline, and the man running around in a rubber suit uttering gibberish didn’t help suspend my disbelief. However, in the spirit of playing for time, I giggled when Shane laughed and gasped when the music was suddenly loud.
I made sure to breathe deeply, pushing my chest in and out more than I normally would to draw attention to the missing button on my shirt, and the view that so many boys had wanted to have in the past. I saw him look down at my chest from the corner of my eye. Yes! I thought I’ve got him now!
He didn’t do anything. This was unbelievable. I was sitting there, my left leg just touching his right, going absolutely crazy with lust for him and he just sat there watching this crappy movie, looking about as excited as if he was waiting for the bus. Couldn’t he feel the waves of sexual energy radiating from me? I’d been feeling hot and heavy ever since I had been choosing my outfit, over an hour previous but now, sitting next to him and seeing his handsome features, his short blonde hair and his strong hands so close to my bare skin, I felt positively wet, and he hadn’t even laid a finger on me yet.
Aren’t guys supposed to be able to sense a female in heat? I thought I was being really blatant, but did this count as subtle in the college and post-college world? I suddenly felt very unsure of myself and my so-called ‘magic’ that I had proclaimed so proudly to my sister. I sat there as the movie staggered and fumbled its way to a predictable conclusion. I was running out of time, my sister wouldn’t be gone forever, there wasn’t an infinite supply of excuses to sit this close to him for long periods, but what could I do?
I swallowed a lump of fear in my throat. I was going to have to step it up a notch. This was one man that wasn’t coming to me, I was going to have to go all the way to him if I wanted to have my dream man take my virginity.
“Shane?”
“Hmmm?”
“Have you… uh… ever… you know…” I cleared my throat, struggling to push the words out “wondered… what it would have been like… to be my sister’s… you know… first… um… lover?”
“That’s a little… personal, don’t you think Rosanna?” he looked at me with eyebrows raised.
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry, forget it.” I blurted out in a rush. I looked forward again, my face burning in a very fetching shade of red I’m sure. I felt tears welling up. That was so stupid, stupid, stupid I thought. He obviously noticed my distress, because he reached over and put his arm around my shoulder giving me a light hug. I rested my head on his shoulder.
“Hey, you don’t need to be embarrassed, I’m not offended or anything. Listen, in answer to your question, yes I’ve wondered exactly that. I think a lot of guys probably have wondered the same thing about their wives and girlfriends. You know they’re always going to be comparing you against everyone that’s come before. No pun intended. Your first time is special though, it’s just you, that one person, and nothing else. It’s pure.”
I blinked away the almost-tears and tried to compose myself.
“That’s really beautiful.” I said then gulped. This was not going as easily as I had anticipated but I was so close to him now, nestled in under his arm, his wonderful scent was all around me and I had to try everything I could think of.
“We could… you know… help each other out?” I said.
“What do you mean?” he asked. Oh god, he was going to make me literally spell it out.
“Well…um… people are always saying that I look just like my sister and… um…” I took a deep breath so I could get everything out quickly “maybe, just for tonight, you could pretend I was her? I want you to be my first, Shane, I always did… I …”
I didn’t know what else to say. All I could hear for a moment was my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, I’d never made myself so open and vulnerable before. I saw Shane’s left hand come up and touch me on the chin, raising my face to look at him. He was so close I could feel his breath, but I was momentarily too lost in his eyes to realise he was saying something. I blinked and managed to focus on his words.
“… don’t have to pretend to be anybody, Rosanna, a beautiful girl like you. Just be yourself.” He paused for a moment. “This is so strange. All week your sister has been filling my head with talk about how hot it would be if I were to have sex with you, talking about what a great body you have. I’ve even slipped up and called out your name while I was fucking her…”
I hadn’t imagined it!
“… I didn’t think you would go for it, to be honest.” He finished.
I moved my lips up to his, stopping just before touching.
“Will you…” I began, but was unable to complete the sentence because Shane moved his head forward and closed the gap and kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. It was a firm kiss without being rough, and I moved my tongue into his mouth, seeking out his own to caress it playfully. I placed my hand on the side of his face, stroking his short, prickly stubble, feeling his jaw move as he sucked on my lips. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening!
Shane broke off from the kiss and looked into my eyes, stroking my hair back and tucking some loose strands behind my ear. I looked up at him waiting to see what he would do. He stood and turned to face me. At first I thought he was going to tell me to suck his cock, but he didn’t. Without a word he scooped one arm under my knees and the other arm behind my back and lifted me into the air.
He carried me out of the room and up the stairs as I stared at him in breathless wonder. With one hand I felt his muscular shoulders, his pectorals and stroked at his face, running my fingers into his short hair. Shane gently laid me down on his bed, the bed he shared with my sister, and climbed on with me.
Shane moved over me, one leg on each side of my body and bent down to kiss me again. I felt his hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, my nipples rubbed freely against the material of my shirt, sending electric currents of pleasure into my body. He sat up slightly and without warning ripped my shirt apart, buttons flying in all directions. The crazy thought popped into my head that if I ever wore this shirt again, the gap caused by missing buttons would be pretty hard to ignore.
My firm teen chest pointed up proudly towards him, my nipples sticking out as if calling for attention. Shane lightly pinched one then the other, causing me to let out a quiet involuntary squeal of delight, and then he bent down again to suck one into his mouth and I felt the heavenly sensation of his tongue, hot and wet, flicking back and forth across it. I squirmed and held his head close, not wanting him to stop.
Gradually, as I writhed in pleasure with Shane switching h
is attention between my breasts, I felt a hardening within his pants, pressing into my legs. The first time I felt his cock! Shane detached from my tits and pulled his shirt off over his head before kissing me again. I returned his kiss passionately as I allowed my hands to explore his body.
His muscular back rippled and pulsed with each movement as he bore his kisses down upon me. I held him close crushing my body against him, wanting to maximise the contact between us. The pressure on my nipples continued to send pleasure into my body and combined with his kiss and his arms bearing some of his weight to either side of me, I felt surrounded, but safe. It was like I was protectively enclosed, and his amazing smell filled my small world.
Shane kissed my neck, my chest, my navel, my abdomen, slowly shuffling downwards. His soft lips contrasted with his rough stubble, and the occasional stroke of his hot wet tongue all but drive me crazy with the barrage of sensations. I held my hands to my head as if I could somehow stop my mind from being lost, twisting left and right, almost lost in the pleasure.
Shane lifted one of his legs and brought it down between mine, then did the same with the other. My Brother-In-Law, my long time fantasy, was between my legs and as I watched him move his face towards that special place where my legs met I realised I was on the verge of an orgasm already. I was sopping wet, had been desperately horny for hours, and he was only just about to go down on me.
Shane took hold of my panties, totally pristine only a few hours ago and now practically dripping with the evidence of my lust. They clung to me wetly as he pulled downwards, but came down with ease and the cool air of my sister’s bedroom hit with a sudden chill. I gasped at the sensation, but my pussy wasn’t exposed to the cool air for long before Shane’s hot mouth was all over my slit.
The combined sensations that had already driven me nearly to the point of insanity when they kissed my body were now concentrating on my most sensitive area. Shane’s soft tongue explored my pussy, previously only touched by myself, as his lips moved against my labia and I was tantalised by the feel of his stubble around my slit. I was ready to cum almost instantly, and breathed my pleasure out loud.
“Oh… my… god… I’m going to …”
Shane removed his mouth from my pussy and blew gently on my clit. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever been able to do to myself before and it kept me on the brink of orgasm, but wasn’t able to push me over the edge. I bucked and squirmed, trying to push myself against him to get myself off, but he just kept calmly blowing. I couldn’t stand it!
“What are you doing!? I need to cum!” I half yelled, unable to control my voice, I was so close it was almost agonising. I’d waited years for his touch, weeks listening to him fuck my sister, and hours planning my seduction and here I was kept on the verge of heaven by his carefully directed breaths.
“Not yet.” He said.
The immediate threat of my orgasm eventually subsided, kept close for so long by his breath on my clit, and he returned his tongue to my pussy, licking my labia from end to end and then it repeated its journey. My palms pressed into my eyes as I breathed hard and fast, my voice catching every now and then and emitting a moan of animal lust and pleasure. I felt his finger at the entrance to my pussy, gently moving between my lips and pressing into the tight confines hidden behind. He didn’t get in far before he came up against the barrier that I had kept intact for him.
Shane didn’t push any more, instead he began to run his tongue directly over my clit and in an instant I was ready to cum again. I tried to stay quiet, fighting against all my instincts to yell my pleasure into the room in case he prolonged my torture any more. I needed the orgasm, the release. After the years of fantasising I needed it to end.
I couldn’t stop myself, I moaned and yelled that I was cumming, and thank god he let me. Like a dam bursting and washing away an entire town I felt the flood of pleasure spread out from my clit until I was lost in the rushing, swirling tide of bliss. I don’t know how long I lay there, completely unaware of my surroundings as I relished the sensations floating around my body, but when I regained some sense of control I found my hands clasped behind Shane’s head as I pulled him towards me, grinding my pussy against his face as if I could make the orgasm last forever.
I couldn’t though, and inevitably it ebbed away, leaving me feeling relaxed and comfortable. I probably would have been content to just lay there and cuddle, completely forgetting my whole reason for doing this in the first place, but Shane had other ideas. He moved backwards, and out from between my legs, stepping back down to the ground then circling to the side of the bed. With quick motions of his hands, he undid the button of his jeans, pulled the zip down and without ceremony pushed his remaining clothes to the ground.
At last, just to my left and just above my head was the hard cock I’d been waiting on for so long. It was a little intimidating when I looked at it and compared it to my fingers, the only explorer’s my pussy had ever accommodated until a few minutes ago when one of Shane’s fingers joined the elite few.
“Touch it.” He said, simply, so I complied, I was dying to know what it felt like. To my relief I found that I could, in fact, get my hand all the way around it, but even when I sat up and had both of my hands on the shaft, the head still stuck out the end. I gripped his erection and tried to take in every detail as I moved my hands up and down in unison, spreading the pre-cum around when it appeared at the tip.
Still, I was beginning to lose my nerve a bit, there was no way I could fit this into me.
“Shane… I don’t think I can take this… it won’t fit…” I said, sounding even more scared than I thought I would.
“Don’t worry, Rosanna, I’ll be gentle.” He tried to reassure me, but I didn’t feel any surge of confidence. Shane bent to the side slightly as I continued stroking his cock, and opened a drawer on the bedside table, pulling out a tube of what turned out to be lubrication.
“Keep doing that.” He said as he began to squeeze out lubricant on to the head of his cock, which was then spread around by the twin strokes of my hands. He didn’t hold back and I swear he must have used most of the tube but soon he was about as wet as I was, clear jelly dripping on to the floor. Casting the nearly-spent tube back into the drawer, he pushed me back down on to the bed.
I began to voice another fearful protest, but swallowed it back. I decided that almost every woman in history had made it past this moment, so I would too. I couldn’t tell the man I’d been idolising for years that I didn’t want to have sex, because I did… it was just a bit scary. He climbed back on the bed and moved between my legs, as I bit my lower lip and desperately prevented myself from telling him to stop.
Shane grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it at my unused slit. As he moved forward I felt his erection make contact and part my lips to each side. Oh god, the head wasn’t even in and I felt like the entrance to my pussy was already stretched to the limit. Shane stopped pushing his cock into me and leaned forward until I once more felt the wonderful sensation of his hard body bearing down on me, with my breasts squashing into his chest.
He kissed me deeply and during the distraction he pushed forward with his dick again. To my amazement, my pussy allowed him further in and he kept his forward movement until his cock bumped into my intact hymen at around about the same time as the ridge of the head disappeared past my pussy lips and, gave me some small measure of relief as the girth lessened ever so slightly.
Shane stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes, our noses almost touching.
“Are you ready, Rosanna?” he asked tenderly.
“I… I think so.” I said, using all my reserves of bravery.
Shane pushed forward, gently increasing the pressure until suddenly he was through, and touching me where I had never even touched myself. I yelped and wrapped my arms around him, holding on as if he was a life preserver. Shane pushed forwards, as gently as he had said he would be. Even so it stung, but in a good way if that makes sense. I couldn’t be
lieve it, I was finally getting fucked. I almost wanted to cry, I was so happy that it was Shane.
The amazing sensation of being filled up with hard dick reached an apex and I realised that Shane was all the way inside of me. There was literally no more cock to be taken, my pussy was engulfing him completely. He was all mine, for now anyway.
“Oh my god, Rosanna, I can’t believe you waited for me, your pussy feels so good.” He whispered into my ear before beginning to pull backwards. I almost tried to stop him, just wanting to savour the feeling forever, but I didn’t. Shane pulled back so far that I felt the bumpy ridge of his cock stretch my pussy lips again before he pushed forward all the way in one stroke and our bodies slapped together.
I yelped again, partly in surprise, partly because of the sting and partly because the mixture of pleasure and pain was something I hadn’t really anticipated being such a turn on. It was like the contrast of Shane’s soft tongue and rough stubble, but even better. Shane withdrew his erection, then slammed it home again, I was ready for it this time and merely let out a low ‘Ah’ of pleasure as I continued to hold on to him tightly, nuzzling into his neck and filling my nostrils with his scent.
Shane repeated his motions again and again, each slap of our bodies was punctuated by an ‘Ah’ from me, and I lost myself in the rhythm, pushing my pelvis up at just the right moment each time to make sure he made contact with my clit. The steady pace of the thrusts, slaps, grinds and ‘Ah’s progressively stoked a fire within my pussy, building the heat there and threatening to burst another dam on another hapless town.
My comparatively subdued ‘Ah’s turned into full-fledged moans and built in volume as I felt another orgasm approaching, my first orgasm while being fucked. Remembering his teasing ways when he was going down on me I struggled again to keep it a secret, but it was no use. I wear my lust on my sleeve I guess, and yelled out the only desire I had in the whole world at that moment.
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