by D STEP
I pulled away from her and pushed my thick, black square-rimmed glasses back up on my nose and beamed up at my mom. “I’m gonna do my best, okie?” I said. I was more excited than I had probably ever been, either. I had worked as a tutor throughout college and I loved educating people on math because I was good at it and I knew a lot of people had trouble with the subject. So, to actually be working as a teacher was like a dream come true. I had worked hard for my goals and after four years in college and countless hours of sleep lost to studying, I had finally succeeded.
I had gotten the interview only three days ago and had been woken up by the call in the morning that I had gotten the job and even though I hadn’t gotten much sleep due to running marathons of my favorite TV shows all night, I was wide awake and bouncing around the kitchen in my pastel pink tank-top and hot pink short shorts.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” my mom said, smiling brightly at me. My mom and I favored each other and I felt that this was more prevalent when she smiled. We both had ink black hair, though she kept hers longer and up in a bun while I wore mine short in a cute pixie cut, with bangs covering my brows and a spiky back. We were both pale skinned, though my skin was a bit smoother since I was younger, and we both had large, pale blue eyes with dark lashes, and rounder, cute facial features. The main difference-apart from age of course, between us was the fact that she was a few inches taller than me. While I barely graced five feet, she stood at an average 5’6’’.
“Do you think Kent will be proud of me, too?” I asked, batting my lashes and giggling lightly.
Kent was my very handsome stepdad who spoiled me more than my biological dad ever even thought about doing. He was a tall man, with chestnut colored hair and mocha colored eyes. His skin was olive colored and he had sharp facial features and thick brows, with a tall, muscular body. Surprisingly, he had met my mom by being the councilor at the high school where she worked, so, while he was fairly quiet in nature, he was kind and so I loved him so much.
“Of course, honey…” she said, brushing the side of my hair away from my face and staring into my eyes. “Don’t forget to tell him at dinner tonight,” she added.
It was Saturday and while she was home, he had some kind of meeting that he had to attend to about some kind of classes to keep his job certifications up-to-date, but he was going to be home tonight. I couldn’t wait to see how much he smiled at me, too!
“I’ll be sure to tell him, okie?” I said, sticking my tongue out at my mom playfully and then turning to head back to my room and be lazy for a bit.
“Okay,” she said, stressing her words, as she didn’t like the way I used “Okie” in a lot of my sentences. It was something that she had discussed many times with me.
CHAPTER 2
The day passed by rather quickly, much to my surprise and just as I had hoped, Kent was really proud of me, congratulating me with a big bear hug and telling me that he knew that I could do it since I had already taken my education so seriously. After dinner, we had watched a cute little animated movie as a family, which was something that my mom had loved to do since I had been born. Once my mom and Kent turned in for the night, I headed up to my room so that I could curl into my blankets and stream more of my favorite shows.
However, my room was really close to their room and I was honestly starting to become more and more aware of this recently. I hadn’t even managed to get my show to load before I heard my mom’s screams of pleasure ringing in the walls. I wondered if they weren’t used to me being home from college, because it didn’t even sound like they were trying to be quiet about it.
Not that I minded it entirely. Mom always sounded like she was enjoying it so much. I could just imagine how well she was being taken care of. I wondered what it felt like. I hadn’t ever had sex or even been penetrated before, so it was something that I was curious about. I had a boyfriend, but I had been saving myself for after college.
Now that I had graduated, I could freely lose my virginity to him and I planned to when I see him next weekend, but hearing my mom’s cries of ecstasy made me so curious. I wanted to scream out in pleasure like that. I had even heard her talking to her friends about how amazing sex was and I wanted to know, too!
As I listened to her moans, my hands slipped into my underwear and found the only place that had felt pleasure on my body and began to rub it. The little bead of pleasure swelled and I tensed and let out a soft whimper of pleasure. I couldn’t even imagine what being penetrated felt like, but I wanted to. I wanted it so much.
My mom’s cries became louder not long after I started masturbating and I heard Kent’s grunts as well and it was enough to send me well over my climax. I let my legs tense and my head fall back and moaned softly as I squirted into my underwear and then fell back on the bed, just as I heard my mom’s cries fading.
CHAPTER 3
“So… Babe… Are you sure about this?” Tim asked as he turned to me. We were in my room and Kent and my mom had went out to the grocery store, so we had at least an hour and a half on our own. It wasn’t the weekend yet, but I couldn’t wait any longer to lose my virginity to him so I had told him to come over. I had also already told him what the plan was and since he was a virgin as well, he was really, really nervous.
We had been dating on and off throughout most of college, taking breaks when classes got to rough and so we had agreed that we would probably lose our virginity to each other as sort of a reward to one another for completing college. He had graduated with an accounting degree in the same semester that I had finished my math education degree.
“I’m positive…” I said, batting my lashes at him. I had dressed sexily for the occasion, too. I was wearing a tight-fitting, black and pink checkered tube-top that showed off my large amount of cleavage and my pale, smooth stomach, along with a pleated, pastel pink skirt and pastel pink and white striped knee-high socks. I thought I looked sexy.
He hadn’t taken the same approach and had shown up in his usual attire of a simple black t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. His sandy colored hair seemed a bit more combed than usual, parted to the side now and I could see the nerves in his dark green eyes.
“O-okay…” he said. He then stepped forward and we kissed. While my kisses were warm, certain and lusty, his were shaky and nervous. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and pulled back, speaking in a soft, seductive voice.
“It’s going to be okay…” I said, staring into his eyes. “Do whatever you want right now. It’s our first time together…” I said.
He nodded, even though I knew it didn’t help that much because I could see the sweat forming on his forehead. He pushed me over to my bed and held himself up by his palms as he kissed me. “C-can I touch it?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but to giggle. “Of course!” I said, rolling my eyes at him. I really didn’t understand why he had to ask. It made it a little bit awkward in all honesty. I was certain that it would get better, though.
His quivering hands slipped under my skirt and into my hot pink, lacy panties and his fingers attempted to touch all of my pussy. He brushed against my sensitive parts a few times and it felt wonderful, but other than that, it once again felt more or less awkward.
“Let me get you into the mood…” I purred, sitting up and pushing him off of me. Whilst I had never had any sexual encounters, I had seen videos and talked to my friends a lot about it, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know anything about sex. I guided him into a sitting position on the bed and stripped him of all of his clothes, revealing his slightly muscular, pale body, including a sandy happy trail to the place where I was focused on.
His cock was huge! I took his pretty huge sized in my hand and pumped at it, causing him to tremble and let out a small groan. When it stiffened, I took it in my mouth and began to bob my head up and down, tasting his salty juices.
“M-Molly…” he moaned out, placing his hands on my thin shoulders.
When he was as hard as I figured he was going to get,
Before I could get to him, he leaned over the bed and pulled a condom out of his pants pocket. While I had intended on taking it and trying to be sexy with opening it, he opened it and pulled the red colored rubber over himself. “S-sorry,” he stammered.
I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. “No problem,” I said, pulling him up so that we could kiss passionately, our tongues intermingling as we did so. I switched around so that we could fall on the bed with him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed himself into me.
The initial penetration wasn’t as painful as some of my friends had said it would be, but it felt kind of nice to have him inside of me. I wondered if I was bleeding now as my friends had informed me that I probably would. He began to move and the pain turned to pleasure that pulsed throughout my entire body.
I let my head fall back and let out a deep moan of pleasure and he sped up, his movements becoming a bit more sporadic. Just as I felt like I was on the verge of my climax, he slowed down and his groans faded, though. I tried my hardest to bounce my hips to reach my own end, but I couldn’t do it and I felt my frustration rising as he pulled himself off of me, an embarrassed look on my face.
“I-I’m sorry. You just sounded so sexy, though… I couldn’t help it,” he said, using his hand to swipe sweat away from his forehead.
Despite the fact that I felt extremely irritated, I sat up and smiled at him. “It’s fine, okie?” I pushed my glasses onto my nose and then stood up. I felt a bit of my juices and possibly blood run down one of my thighs, but I tried to ignore it as I dressed again and then stretched my hands over my head and walked over to him. I was really irritated that the moment had ended so soon and that it hadn’t been even close to what everyone had made it out to be. I had enjoyed it for the brief time that it had lasted, but I could have honestly gotten more pleasure from just masturbating if I needed to.
My eyes dropped to the fact that he still had the condom on and I laughed lightly. “You can go throw that away,” I said.
He blushed like mad and nodded, quickly pulling it off and then getting dressed before heading to the bathroom, leaving me in the room alone. I sat on the edge of my bed and tried to think of what could have made the experience less satisfying that it should have been. He wasn’t that big down there and he was nervous and sweaty, but I didn’t mind any of that because it was supposed to be common for people during their first time so I had no right to be annoyed.
Maybe we didn’t have a connection or something… No… Many of my friends had had one-night-stands and they had said that it was amazing without the emotional connection, so that probably wasn’t it, even though connections could amplify the experience…
I would just have to ask someone!
CHAPTER 4
I didn’t get the opportunity to talk to anyone until the next day when Kent came home earlier than my mom. While my mom was okay with me confiding things in her, Kent was honestly just easier to talk to because my mom was much sterner than he was when it came to me. He loved to spoil me because he had never raised kids of his own and so I could talk to him about anything.
I was in the kitchen when he walked in, dressed in a navy blue dress shirt, khaki slacks and brown loafers.
“Hey, Molly, what’s up?” he asked, arching his brow at me. “You’ve been quiet since yesterday.”
Had I really been that quiet since the day before? Thinking back, I realized that I probably had… Which probably came off as weird since I had been extremely giddy beforehand because of acquiring the first job in my career. I felt bad because I knew I was probably worrying them.
“Well…” I hummed nervously. I knew I could talk to him about the sort of thing that was on my mind because I could talk to him about almost anything. I just had to figure out how to get it off my chest. “C-can I talk to you about something a little bit private?”
“Sure!” he said, smiling warmly at me. I loved that smile more than I probably even liked to admit.
“It’s really embarrassing, okie?” I started, twirling my hair around one of my thin fingers. “Promise you won’t laugh?”
“Of course not,” he said. “Just get it off your chest for me.”
I let out a small sigh and then began to explain, quickly and nervously, how I had had my first time with Tim the other day and that it wasn’t all that I had thought it would be. I explained that we used protection and that I hadn’t even gotten my climax and that it was just a wreck of nerves and such.
Kent kept eye contact with me and nodded along and when I was done, he smiled gently at me. “You have to be honest with these sorts of things, Molly,” he started. “If you didn’t enjoy it, tell him why… Tell him that he didn’t last long enough and that he needs to get over his nerves.”
I nodded, my face burning like mad with blush as I did so.
“If you’re not honest with it, then your relationship just won’t work out,” he continued. “Even if you didn’t have sex before, physical contact is a big part of a relationship and if you can’t get it down, then you’ll end up doing things you’ll regret, like having affairs…”
I nodded again. “You’re right…” I said. I wondered how many people who talked to about this, being the councilor that everyone seemed to love in the high school, at least according to my mom. He probably talked to a lot of kids so he knew all the right words. Not that it didn’t help me at all. I looked up and found myself blushing again when I saw that kind sparkle in his eyes. I loved it so much.
“So, are you going to talk to him?” he asked. I knew it was some kind of counseling technique to make people remember to do what they said they were going to do, but I still found myself nodding for the third time.
“I promise I will talk to him, okie?” I said with a huge smile. I then stood and walked over to where he was standing, leaning against the counter of our kitchen. I threw my arms around his shoulder and hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much for talking with me,” I said in a cheerful voice.
“No problem,” he said, returning my hug and patting my back. I wondered if he realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my white tank-top when he did that. It made my heart skip a beat, but I refused to acknowledge the sort of feelings that I was starting to have. I wished that Tim had all the right words like he did.
I could make it work with Tim. I knew I could!
CHAPTER 5
That weekend, Tim still came over to spend the night with me and I talked to him that night after spending a day playing video games, going out to eat and watching movies. I showered and came out in nothing but a lacy, bright pink night gown that hung loosely around my shoulders, revealing my cleavage and barely covering my goods. I also donned a pair of knee high, pastel pink socks because I thought it would be cute and I still had my glasses on.
Tim was dressed in his dark blue pajama bottoms and no shirt, sprawled out across my pink colored bed.
“Tim…” I started, placing a hand on my hip. “I want you to be rougher with me… I want us to have sex all night…” I purred out as I crawled sexily onto the bed, licking my lips. This was the best way I could think of to start the night.
“Uhm… Wh-what?” he blushed like mad and averted his gaze.
I crawled my way up to him and turned his jaw towards me. “I want you to fuck me harder tonight…” I breathed out, smirking down at him. I looked down to his pants and saw a lump starting to form.
“Oh-kay…” he started.
I posed by arching my rear into the air. “You can take me from behind if you want…” I moaned out. “I’m already nice and wet…”
“Wh-what’s gotten into you?” he asked, scratching the back of his head, still blushing like crazy.
“I just want to have some fun that’s all….” I purred out. I wasn’t going to tell him right now that our sex wasn’t good enough. I was too nice to want to say something so blunt. I had talked to a couple of my friends and they agreed that rougher was better and that I should just try to spice it up a bit on my own first.
“W-well… Oh-okay…” he said. He then stood from the bed and pulled his pants and underwear off.
I crawled over and took his cock in my hand, kissing it and licking it, causing him to groan. I looked up at him through the top of my glasses and purred out, “You like that?”
“Y-yeah…” he groaned out in response.
I stopped and turned around, raising my backside to him. “Then take me…” I moaned out. I wanted him to be rough. I wanted him to take me until I was drooling with tears in my eyes.
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