First Time Erotica: Volume 2 (First Time Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  I had no problem listening to her. I couldn't believe how good this felt, and not just the sex. Having Sam this close to me, her sweaty body wrapped around mine and her warm flesh sucking me into her, was amazing. She was moaning and purring in my ear as our bodies moved as one.

  Looking down at her, I smiled at the sight of her perfect lips slightly parted and her face flushed with passion. Her long hair was fanned across my pillows and her eyes were closed as we made love in the soft glow of the candles.

  Sam had mentioned making love when we started. I wasn't sure if that's what we were doing at this point, but right now there was no doubt we were making love. I'd never thought of my first time really being anything but sex and getting off, but this was even better.

  Sam opened her eyes and stared up at me, her lips curling into a soft smile.

  I said, "Samantha, you're so beautiful."

  "You ... you're not just saying that because we're—"

  "No, I mean it." I paused and moaned as I felt my body tensing. "You're absolutely beautiful."

  "I—oh!" Her legs tightened around me and her hips moved faster. "Please don't stop, Justin! Please keep going! I ... I want to cum with you inside me."

  Her words sent a thrill though me. Even as I felt my own orgasm building, I fought to not move any faster. I was using long, slow strokes, and I felt Sam's back arch and her hips push into me. She was whimpering in my ear and her thighs were trembling against my sides. I was shaking as well with the effort to hold back as long as possible."Yes," she moaned. "I ... ohhhh."

  Sam squealed in my ear, and I gasped as her pussy tightened around me, her hips grinding into mine. As she released a series of soft yelps in my ear, Sam's arms and legs tightened around me. Her lips to my ear, she whispered, "I ... I love you, Justin."

  "You—"

  "I ... I'm so in love you!" she said, and then cried out in my ear as her hips thrust harder into mine. She started to speak again, but all that came out was a long, high-pitched squeal as her pussy convulsed around me.

  With a loud cry of my own, my body lost its battle to hold back and exploded inside her.

  "Oh, yes!" she cried as I my hips pumped faster, each thrust ending in another spurt of cum deep inside her.

  Sam squealed in delight and I whimpered at the sensation of her pussy contracting around me, milking my still squirting cock.

  "God that feels so good!" she moaned. "I've never felt that before. It—ohh, yes." She sighed as my cock released another long, hot stream inside her.

  "Oh, damn," I groaned as my spent cock gave up its last few drops.

  "Hmm, that's it," she cooed as she stroked my hair, "give it all to me."

  I slumped against her. Kissing my neck, she rubbed my back and spoke softly in my ear. "There you go, honey, just relax. Stay right here and let me hold you."

  I closed my eyes and sighed at the feeling of my cock softening inside her. Sam lay beneath me stroking my hair and breathing heavy in my ear.

  Releasing a deep breath, I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. "Oh, my god, I can't believe we just did that."

  "Are you sorry you did?" she asked.

  "Sam, I mean Samantha, that was ... beautiful."

  "I like that." She giggled.

  Rolling over onto her side, she slid up against me and put her arm across my waist.

  My breathing slowing down, I put my arm around her shoulders and said, "Damn, I'm tired."

  "So close your eyes and rest." She kissed my cheek and then resting her head on my shoulder, she asked, "Do you mind?"

  "Not at all. You feel good close to me."

  "So do you."

  I closed my eyes and smiled. I couldn't ever remember being this relaxed. I lightly ran my fingers along Sam's shoulder and she cooed softly, nuzzling her face into my neck. I pulled her closer to me and kissed the top of her head, letting my head fall back on the pillow, my mind drifting.

  * * * * *

  I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at the nightstand. It was just after one. A couple of the candles had burned out.

  Taking a deep breath, I smiled at the sweet scent of Sam. My smiled widened at the sensation of her warm, soft body next to mine. She had draped her leg across my thigh and the heat of her pussy pressed into me. Her breasts were pushing against my side and she was breathing deeply into my neck.

  I lay there amazed at how good this felt. Actually sleeping with someone was something that had never crossed my mind. It felt far better than I would have imagined. I tightened my arm around Sam's shoulders and she whimpered into my neck. I kissed the top of her head.

  A moment later she lifted her face from my neck, sighed, and said, "Wow, its late."

  "Or early." I kissed her cheek. "Sam, that was incredible. I ... thank you." I felt stupid saying it but really had no idea what else to say.

  "Hey, that's what friends are for," she said in a subdued tone.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  "Yeah." She moved her leg from over mine and sat up.

  The sight of her perfect tits caused my cock to respond all over again to the sight of her naked body. Reaching out, I ran my hand down the smooth skin of her back.

  "Come here," I said, pulling gently on her arm for her to lie back down with me.

  Sam pulled away from my touch. "No, I have to get going."

  "You're leaving?" I sat up next to her. "You're not going to spend the night?"

  "I can't." Sam slid over to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the side.

  "Call your mom and tell her you're staying over at a friend's house and—"

  "It's not about my mother. I told her I might not be coming home tonight."

  "Then why are you?" I asked, confused.

  "Justin, I"—Sam took a deep breath, and when she looked at me I was surprised to see that her eyes were wet—"I said something to you tonight and you ... you didn't answer me."

  As soon as she spoke, I heard her plain as day telling me she loved me. I'd started to say something, but I'd cum and we'd fallen asleep. I'd been surprised she'd said it and hadn't been sure how I had felt, but after having her next to me and—

  "And that's okay," she continued. "You didn't have to if you didn't feel it."

  "Sam—Samantha ..." I started, but she went on speaking.

  "But I had to say it. I've been in love with you for a while now, Justin. I ... I thought maybe you would notice or maybe say you felt the same way, but you just kept chasing girls like Jen. You were obsessed with her, and I figured there was no chance."

  "You should have said—"

  "When you called and said she cheated on you, I told myself tonight was the night. No more waiting for you to come around. I was going to not only tell you, but show you." She sighed. "I guess in a way I used you, took advantage of how bad you wanted sex, and used that to be with you. I figured if nothing else I could say I know what you feel like and maybe, just maybe, you would see me as more than a friend."

  "Sam, trust me, I ... I see you very differently now."

  "I'm sure you do. You've seen me as a woman and not just a tomboy who likes all the same things you do, but I was hoping for more."

  "Well, I ... I wasn't expecting this and—"

  "Just let me finish," she said, wiping her eyes. "Tonight was amazing. You felt even better than I thought you would. I ... I would love to spend the night, but we'd end up having sex again and then again in the morning and ... it's one thing to say I had sex with you so you would have a special first time."

  "That I could tell myself was just sex, but if I spend the night it ... it would hurt too much if I sleep with you. I'll feel even worse, and I don't want to be a fuck buddy or a friend with benefits."

  "Samantha, you're more than that. You're my—"

  "Best friend, and I know that's all I am. I tried and it didn't work out for me, but at least I won't go to bed thinking about you and wondering anymore." She paused and then picked her dress up from the floor. "I'm
going to ask that you don't tell anyone we were together. I ... I don't need to hear about it from anyone."

  "I'd never tell people anything like that. Unless of course it was because—"

  "My sister knows how I feel. She pushed me to come to you. She told me that even though guys try to play it off they never forget their first girl, so at least I know that no matter what happens as we get older you'll always remember me for something."

  She started to stand, but I caught her arm. "Hey, hold on," I told her. "You did a lot of talking and didn't let me say anything just now."

  "You don't have to. It's what you didn't say. That was enough."

  "Sam, you caught me by surprise! I ... I never knew you felt that way."

  "Don't worry, Justin. I'm not mad at you. I guess I should be mad at me."

  "Sam, you're right. I will always remember tonight."

  "I'm glad." She started to pull away, but I held onto her arm.

  "Know what I'll remember?"

  "That I give good head?" She rolled her eyes.

  "You really are like a guy sometimes." I laughed but quickly turned serious when she didn't smile.

  "What I'll remember is being amazed at how beautiful you really are. I'll remember how much I meant to you that you would be with me even if that's all it was. But mostly? I'll remember how good you felt when we were done. How good you felt lying here in my arms and falling asleep with me."

  "You—really?"

  "Really, Samantha." Sliding over to her, I put my arms around her shoulders. "And there's one more thing I'll remember."

  "What's that?"

  "What a fucking stupid asshole I was for never seeing you as more than a friend. That it never hit me how much you care and how you've always been there for me."

  "You have for me, too."

  "No." I snapped my fingers. "There's one more thing about tonight."

  "I ... I'd really like to go, Justin. I'll call you tomorrow and—"

  "I'll never forget that the night we slept together for the first time was the first time I told you that"—placing my lips to her ear, I finished softly—"that I love you, too."

  "You don't have to say that."

  "I mean it. And it has nothing to do with the sex. It was lying here with you and how perfect you felt in my arms." I cupped her chin and turned her face to mine and kissed her. "I do love you, Samantha."

  "Please don't be messing with me, Justin. I—"

  I stopped her with a long, deep kiss. Leaning back against the headboard, I pulled her back onto the bed with me. Sam resisted for second and then dropped the dress and slid up next to me. As she had before, she wrapped her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder.

  "I love you, Justin.." She said, "I want this to be the start of something for us, not a one-time thing."

  "Then don't leave." I put my arm around her shoulders. "And we don't have to have sex again. You can just spend the night and—"

  "Well, let's not get crazy." She giggled. "If I stay, we're fucking again."

  "Fucking?" I laughed. "That's the Sam I know and love!"

  "I don't want to be Sam to you anymore."

  "Okay, but Samantha just isn't you." I snapped my fingers. "How about Sammi?"

  "Sammi?" She kissed my neck. "I like that!"

  "Sammi it is." I hugged her closer. "And I'll have no problem telling people we're together."

  "Good. I'll be your dirty girl, but not your dirty secret."

  "Dirty girl?" My cock stirred at her words.

  "Hmm-mm" she said, laughing. "Making love was nice, and I'm sure we'll do that again. But for the most part, this girl wants to get fucked."

  "I ... I think I can handle that."

  "Good, and as much as I loved you cumming inside me the first time, I'll let you, you know, cum on me if you want."

  "On you?" I smiled as my mind filled with sexy images. "Like on your tits?"

  "Tits? I was thinking on my face, but sure, you can cum on my tits."

  "You'd let me cum on your face?" My cock hardened, and I moaned when Sam noticed and reached down and took it in her hand.

  "Why not?" she asked as she stroked me. "That's what friends are for." She giggled.

  "No, Sammi," I told her, turning my head and kissing her, "that's what girlfriends are for."

  The End

  Apartment Days

  Derek was glad that he'd thought of this apartment remodel. It was a project he and his son Luke could work on together. He hoped that it would get Luke to come out of his shell. Ever since his mother passed away a few years ago he'd been closed off and anti-social. Luke gets his handiness from his dad. He loved to work with his hands, and it was not boasting to say that he was pretty good at it too. Fortunately the push, from Derek's dad, to be more took him to state college to study engineering and into a lucrative career afterward. Derek met his wife of 20 years at that college, Theresa was the world to him, and he would have done anything to lay the world at her feet. Fate had a different idea though. Her loss had left a deep scar on their family. It was hard at first, friends and relatives did their best to keep them upbeat and one or two even mentioned that Derek wasn't too old to start again. Those ideas were brushed aside. He would never love anybody like he loved Terri.

  Luke took it hard, he was only 14 when Terri found out she had cancer. The doctors did everything they could. Throughout her treatment he would give up being a normal teenager to be home for her when his father couldn't be. She'd get upset with him and tell him to try out for sports at school or join a club, and especially ask a girl that he like out on a date. He'd just brush it off and come home as soon as he could to take care of her. She wasted away before their eyes and in less than a year she was gone. It was a crushing blow to both of them, and as hard as Derek had it, he could tell Luke felt like he was set adrift, and had no guidance. Derek worked, he worked a lot, to keep his mind busy, to keep from thinking about her. Luke just hung around, and kept to himself mostly. He had a few friends but they, for the most part, had moved on after graduation. Luke was accepted to the college where his folks went to and was looking at a similar career to his fathers, no matter how much Derek urged him to do something he wanted. He insisted that he wanted to do what his father does, and build things. He was going to start as a freshman this fall.

  Derek, in the interest of keeping Luke from hiding in his room until fall, figured he'd give him a project. They lived in a big house with an large 2 car garage. Above the garage was a space that was large enough to turn into an in-law apartment. He presented Luke with the project to clean it out, and design an apartment. As soon as he had a plan they would build it and rent it out. Thanks to the college there's never any shortage of students looking for off campus apartments. They weren't really close, a few miles, but these days all the kids had cars anyway.

  Like anything he put his mind to, Luke had a plan in place pretty quickly. We worked out details for the major demolition and installing plumbing, and electrical etc. He really did his homework, even shopping for materials for finishing like the flooring and appliances. He got it in his head to fully decorate it with the help of some ideas from magazines. What they ended up with was a very nice small 1 bedroom apartment with a nice view over the backyard. Luke had already started school and they didn't think it likely that they'd get a lot of offers right away but they listed the apartment in the paper anyway.

  They interviewed a couple students and even a visiting professor who was teaching here for a year, but nobody fit what they had in mind and too many wanted them to come down on the price. There was no way Derek was going to let anybody devalue the work that he and Luke had put into it, the only one who was going to budge on price was going to be Luke. It was his baby.

  It was a warm Saturday afternoon when Derek heard a woman's voice call out. He was in the back yard puttering around with a rake. He leaned it against the house and walked around to the front where he saw a lovely blonde haired girl walking towards the other corn
er of the house heading to the yard. He called out to her and she jumped slightly startled. In only a few moments Derek took in the sight of her. She was very pretty, her blond hair fell around her shoulders. She smiled and held out her hand to shake.

  "Hi, I'm Ellie. I was wondering if you've rented the apartment yet?" He let her know that they hadn't yet, and that his son Luke was in charge of that. He went in and got the keys and let her see it, and she ooh'ed and ahh'ed at it. "Who decorated it? They did an awesome job." He let her know that the whole place was done by Luke, from design to decoration. He smiled at her shock, when he told her he was starting school at the local university this year. "This was done by a teenager?"