Bruce climbed on my bed with me, his presence looming over mine. His cock was sitting right outside my folds, rubbing against me. This was as close as we ever got. Letting him rub himself on my clit, or against my body. Never going all the way. I'd dreamed about this moment – I really did. In the years I've been dating Bruce, I think the amount of times literally dreamed about him fucking me had to be in the hundreds.

Now, it was going to be a dream come true.

I reached down between my legs and guided him closer toward my pussy, feeling the head of his cock tickle my folds.

"Can't believe the day has finally come," he said, still teasing the outside of my folds. Every little stroke was driving me crazier and crazier and I was so damn ready for him to just thrust through. I didn't care about the pain, I just wanted him more than ever before.

Bruce, though, did care about how I felt. He wanted to make sure that this was truly a tender, wonderful experience through me. As he slowly inched himself in, I let out a long, low moan. It was so intense feeling him as he entered me, even as he was poking at the last barrier of my purity. He took hold of my hands, holding them tightly as he started to push himself through.

A tear, a sting, it was something alright. Nowhere near as bad as I would possibly expect it to be though, giving me a calming notion of one of the many things that I had feared about having my first time with just anyone.

Having him inside me though, was far greater than any pain. The pressure was immense, and he waited a moment to let me adjust to having him inside me. It didn't take long before my smile was just as wide as before, and I nodded at him, encouraging him to fuck me properly.

"Taking to my cock so naturally are we?" He laid a firm kiss on me as he started the pace of withdrawing and coming back inside me, sending waves through me with every cycle. Each one built on the last, making me pant for him, making me call out to him. He let go of my hands to explore my body, letting the rest of my body enjoy his touch as it slid down my body.

In return I caressed him right back, running my nails down his spine, knowing that I was creating goosebumps on him as much as he was creating them in me. The way his back was shaped, I'd felt him so many times, that even if he were to vanish from me tomorrow, I'd remember ever centimeter of his body. He was mine, my sexy strong football playing lover.

His fucking grew more intense, and kept building me higher and stronger toward that bliss that we both so often coveted. In a move of blissful cruelty, his fingers traveled to my clit, massaging it in tandem with his penetrations, making me moan louder, harder, stronger as he went. Soon, our meeting was growing so intense that I was holding onto his arms as he fucked me, doing my damnedest just to hold on in the face of it all.

Trembling, I realized how badly I wanted this after years, how blissful it really was to be giving so much pleasure as I was receiving. Still, it felt wrong to simply be passive and receptive alone. Not only was Bruce fucking so damn well, but he had already eaten me out.

The pain of virginity was gone. It was time to do something a little more nontraditional than what we were doing, anyway.

I placed my hands on his chest, and pushed him, making him roll over to the side. I was swiftly back on top of him. "It's my turn to show you just how much I want you, Bruce."

He nodded with an eyebrow, very much intrigued. Slipping out of me during our roll, I was now on top of him, and grabbed his cock, jerking it slightly. He was soaking wet and covered with my juices. For a moment, I realized he had been fucking me bareback. As we never really explored the regular sort of cock meets pussy sex, I never bothered to get on birth control. Still, though, I didn't want to break the mood for that. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and I found my fantasies shifting to having that desire extend to his load.

Maybe it was the lust talking, making me do stupid things, and not care that I was risking becoming an eighteen-year-old mother. I brought him to the tightness of my entrance, and slid myself down on him. He felt so damn good inside me like this, as I grinded on his cock, teasing him just as he had teased me.

In return, he reached up and grabbed my breasts, massaged them as I started to bounce on him, and fuck him right back. The bliss was shooting through me with every thrust, his hands going to my hips and picking up our intensity as he rushed us toward the rhythm we had moments before when the roles were reversed.

His strength was being driven through me, shaking my body. Even with his hands holding them steady, the movement of my breasts made him tickle my nipple.

I was looking down at him, his smile, his face. So handsome, so cut, so mine. He really was mine. Every time we got intimate I was reminded of just how much he cared for me, how much he wanted me. The fact that he was perfectly fine with waiting nearly half a decade for me to spread my legs properly told me that I was making the right decision.

Feeling his bare, naked cock inside me also was a constant thing on my mind. He was worth the risk. I was so sure that Bruce was going to be my lover, my everything, my soulmate, and just be mine forever. If I happened to get pregnant off of this encounter, as unlikely as it was, I knew he would be there for me. We were going to have a family together anyway, so what if we started it earlier than I thought?

More than anything else though, I wanted the full experience. He was fucking me, and I was loving it. I was climbing toward climax, yes, and I knew it would soon come and be absolutely wonderful. I yearn to know what it really felt like to have a man unload inside of you, all of his hot cum filling me up. I was a virgin, but I wasn't naive. Condoms weren't hated strictly by guys, all too many girls in the locker room had mentioned they preferred it bareback and it wasn't just because flesh felt better than rubber.

Granted, I did quite enjoy his flesh inside me, and the way it was rubbing against my own. The rhythm of the friction between us was explosive as it shuddered through me again and again. A sloppy sound of our bits meeting, I could barely pay it any mind as the power of the orgasm building in me grew stronger. Furthermore, its volume was muted more so by my moans growing louder and louder.

More I wanted, and it was more than I got. I was heaving myself up and down on his body, getting lost in the full allure of him inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, and I was too certain that he was right there with me as we were ascending higher and higher toward orgasm. Every penetration came with him going full on and deeply into me, pushing the limits of just what I could take. He fit so perfectly, it was as if destiny had crafted his cock just for my body, the perfect instrument to please me. He used said perfect cock to inch me higher. I was trembling, awaiting that final climb toward utter ecstasy and the orgasm that would soon follow.

Breathing heavily, I saw him hold back. I glanced down at him, high on my ecstasy and spoke softly. "Give it to me. Please."

"But..."

"It's okay. I want all of it. Please, it's my first."

There was definite uncertainty in his eyes. Sure, to him, knowing what I was potentially risking, I had to be crazy. Bruce, though, always wanted one thing in particular though, and that was to give me everything I ever wanted. If I wanted a full load of hot cum in my fertile, unprotected pussy, well, he was going to be proud to oblige.

The doubt quickly left him, and he fucked me harder, with almost renewed vigor. Maybe he found it even hotter that I was willing to do this. Hell, I found it hotter. I wanted it. I was so near climax, and everything was going so delightfully blurry. Everything inside of me was rolling in blissful waves over my body, and I fell forward. "Please," I whispered. "Please cum in me, Bruce."

Moments later, I couldn't resist the fucking anymore. I called out loudly, letting climax run wild through my body. My eyes watered and everything gave out. I didn't have the strength to keep fucking him, but that was okay, Bruce was driven to keep fucking me. He was thrusting like a jackhammer into me, dragging the bliss out my climax even more.

Even his stamina was hardly unlimited. I could feel his grip on my hips get even tighter, his cock felt like it was now even bigger inside me, the tiniest of movements I felt coming from it. He was coming, and I grinned reflexively knowing that was following. His grunt, a groan following, and soon...

The warmth. Burst after burst of him, I felt him explode inside. There was so much of it, so much of him built up and waiting to finally get inside of the woman he loved. Every bit was contributing to the heightened bliss I was feeling, and the adrenaline knowing what I was risking. That right now, I could be facing teenaged motherhood as a consequence of my wanton lust.

Right now, I could say that it was totally worth it.

I lingered in the afterglow of our fucking for a time, until I fell forward on top of him. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and tighter. "Can't believe you could even make me cum harder than you do with your blow jobs. You suck a mean cock, you know that, right Noelle?"

I managed a giggle.

"I also can't believe you let me cum inside you like that."

I just smiled. "It was something truly special. If I get something to remember this by, well..."

"We're teenagers, you know."

I shook my head. "Don't ruin this with worry. Just let me enjoy it."

Sliding off him, he took me into his arms, and held me close. I was his. He was my first, and the way I felt with him right now, he would also be my only.

"I guess it's all okay," he said, "we've been together four years already. What's forty more?"

"Only forty more?"

"Forty more after that too. If needed and science keeps us going into the triple digits? Forty more there as well. I'll be with you as long as we both draw breath, Noelle, even as we waste away and turn into decrepit zombies."

All I could do was laugh as he inserted that weird image into his sincere statement. "I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now," I said, as I started to fade and drift off.

The last things I remembered as I drifted off to dreamland were his fingers running through my hair.