17 years old
“CAN I COME UP yet?” Sherry’s voice echoed throughout the empty house, rising up the stairs to where I stood in her bedroom. I nervously looked everything over once more before darting downstairs.
“So—” My feet and my words stopped short, and I could do nothing but stare as my eyes immediately landed on Sherry. Starting at her feet, which were covered in black, strappy sandals, my gaze slowly moved over her toned calves, pausing on the scar just below her right knee. I smiled. Not because she’d been hurt, but because I knew how she got it. I knew everything. I knew how she got every scar, just like I knew where every freckle was. I knew this girl better than anyone.
As my eyes traveled farther up, I quickly abandoned the word girl. Because the person standing in front of me was no longer a girl. No, Sherry was one-hundred-percent woman. The dress she wore more than highlighted that fact. It stopped halfway up her thighs and had me itching to shove it up and bury my face in what lay beneath. I felt myself hardening and quickly jerked my gaze up. Yeah, that didn’t help. Instead I was staring at the most perfect rack in the world.
Sherry cleared her throat and, once again, I found my eyes doing a rocket jump from one part of her body to another. Her lips showed no trace of a smile, even as her eyes radiated humor and warmth.
I held up my hands. “Hey, I’m allowed to stare. Boyfriend perk.”
That made-just-for-me smile broke through as she asked, “Almost done?”
“Yep.” I swallowed nervously and my palms started sweating.
It was my birthday and we’d finally decided to have sex. Luckily, Sherry’s parents had a wedding to go to this weekend and weren’t returning until tomorrow night, giving us access to the house. Sherry had been downstairs getting ready while I was in her room setting things up. Because even though it was my birthday and her house, I wanted to make it special for her.
We’d started dating right after our first kiss last May. But we didn’t start fooling around until the end of last summer. Sherry and I had been heavy with the over-the-clothes action, but we’d never been skin to skin. Not until last September when my parents went out of town for Labor Day weekend and Sherry told me she was ready for a little bit more.
I hadn’t been rushing her—I wanted her to feel completely comfortable. But I’d be a fucking liar if I said I hadn’t been thrilled when she told me that.
So for the past six months, we’d done just that. I’d fingered her plenty of times and she’d given me countless hand jobs, but the rest was foreign territory. I’d never tasted her and she’d never sucked me off, and none of our clothes had ever been off for an extended period of time. But I was looking forward to exploring every inch of that territory tonight.
I slowly led her up the stairs and down the hallway, pausing when I got to her room. I turned toward her. “Are you ready to be impressed?” I asked as I reached behind me and pushed the door open. Letting her go first, I closed the door before moving to stand next to her, both of us gazing down at her queen-sized bed.
“Are you scared?” I asked, feeling incredibly nervous myself.
Sherry didn’t mind and her voice was just as soft when she answered, “A little. You?” She didn’t sound scared, but I knew she wouldn’t lie about it to make me feel better either. We’d talked about it over the last few weeks, thinking we’d quelled most of our nerves. But there was something different about actually being here.
“A little,” I echoed. But I also knew I needed to make this more about her than me. If anyone needed to be calm, it had to be me. So, I shoved my fears down and turned to face her. Rubbing my hands up and down with a flurry of excitement, I said, “But I’m all kinds of prepared. Go ahead. Ask me anything. Any concern you have, I have an answer.” I may have puffed out my chest a tiny bit. But it was well worth it for the smile she gave me.
Sherry went for the obvious. “Condoms?”
“Of course.”
“Lube?”
“Affirmative.”
She moved to the nightstand where I’d already set those two things out. I watched Sherry trace her fingers over the candle next to them. It was a long shot and bordered on mushy, but it was also her favorite scent so—
“Mood music?” she asked, bypassing mention of the candle. Sherry code for she loved it.
I faltered for a hot second before quickly shaking my head. “Trick question. You’d hate it.” That was a little too mushy.
She nodded and cocked an eyebrow, like she finally had me. “What if I bleed?”
“Aha!” I triumphantly marched to the bed, pulling back the comforter to reveal an extra-large towel spread out over the middle.
“You’ve really thought of everything,” she said quietly. I turned around to find tears in her eyes as she looked at the bed.
“Sherry?” I immediately dropped the material and moved toward her. “What’s wrong? Have you changed your mind? It’s okay if you have—” Her lips were on mine before I could finish. They were soft but purposeful kisses, filled with tenderness as opposed to heat, and still, I felt on fire.
We pulled away a few minutes later, softly panting as our eyes met. “I haven’t changed my mind, Hunter. Quite the opposite. I don’t think I could ever feel more ready. You’ve already made this night perfect.”
Lowering my head, I captured her lips with mine, holding them hostage as I put my hands on her hips and moved us toward her bed. “We can still stop at any time. Just say the word,” I reminded her when we stopped at the foot of it.
Nodding, she slowly stepped out of my grip until we were no longer touching. My hands fell to my sides and my mouth went dry as she brought her hands behind her back. I heard the telltale sign of a zipper parting, and my lips parted with it. One arm at a time, she relieved herself of the dress until the only thing holding it up was her hands pressing it to her chest. Her face remained expressionless as she slowly withdrew her arms, letting the material drop to the floor.
If I thought my mouth was dry before, it was the Sahara now. Sherry’s long, light-red hair fell in soft waves against her porcelain skin, stopping right below her bra. Her glorious tits looked like heaven. They peeked through the thin material, and I ached to lick the constellation of freckles across her chest.
Act cool, Hunter.
No drooling.
I discretely checked the side of my mouth for stray saliva. It wasn’t like Sherry didn’t know she’d be my first. She was my first everything.
First friend.
First family.
First love.
But damn, I wanted this to be good for her.
She slowly stepped out of the pool her dress had made and moved forward as I let my gaze appreciate the rest of her. When she was close enough, my hands immediately found her bare hips. She shivered at the contact and moved even closer.
“Hunter,” she whispered. “I want you to do the rest.” My fingers flexed against her warm skin. Looking straight into her eyes, I slowly traced the edge of her panties from her side until my hand rested at the base of her spine. Sherry’s eyes flared slightly and she swayed into me.
My hand faltered slightly as her fingers deftly raised my shirt, waiting for me to remove my hands and help her. Reluctantly I lifted my arms away from her and let her tug it over my head. It passed over my face, and I heard her breath catch. It had just hit the floor when her hands landed on my chest, reverently tracing my still-developing muscles. Relishing the feeling of her touch, I put both my hands back at the base of her spine. My fingers slowly danced along her back as I brought them to her neck, gently massaging the muscles there.
Her hands took their time working my belt buckle before she pulled my belt loose, throwing it to the floor where my shirt was. And when her fingers dipped below my waistband, I couldn’t think straight anymore. I crushed my mouth down on hers, my hands moving around to hold the sides of her face while her fingers dipped lower and pulled me forward by my jeans until we were flush against one another.
All at once, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Our mouths opened at the same time, our tongues immediately battling for dominance. My hands made it to the back of her bra, scrambling to get it unhooked. Thankfully, it came undone with ease. I reluctantly stepped back and let it fall to the floor between us.
Lips still fused, I gripped her ass and lifted her up until her legs wrapped around me. I squeezed once more before I laid her out on the bed, like my own personal feast.
Kissing my way down her chest and stomach, I paused when I reached underwear. I gently began pulling the black material down, softly running my fingers along the same path in its wake until I tossed them over my shoulder. Sherry shivered as I grabbed her feet, placing a soft kiss on each ankle before removing her sandals and setting the arches of her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her wide. I sat back on my heels, utterly amazed that this incredible woman had chosen me to give this special gift to.
When you spend your early childhood being told you’re nothing but a waste and an inconvenience… some part of you starts to believe it. I’d never felt worthy of anything, and yet somehow I’d gotten the most precious thing of all. And it wasn’t about the sex; it was just about her.
My eyes flew up to hers, and I saw everything I was feeling reflected back at me.
“I love you.” She smiled at my words as she sat up and shifted to the end of the bed, pulling me toward her by my forearms.
“I love you so much. Sometimes it feels impossible that I’ve found you so soon,” she whispered. “You’re not supposed to meet ‘the one’ this young, are you?” She looked nervous about the confession.
“No,” I answered honestly. Her eyes immediately welled with tears, disbelief and hurt swimming in them, so I quickly finished my thought. “But there are always exceptions, and that’s us, babe. We’re the lucky ones.”
As with most of our kisses, I didn’t know who leaned in first. But despite the tender moment, it was hard to ignore her naked body in front of me. We both started squirming only minutes later before Sherry pulled back. She was smirking as she scooted up the bed and resumed her position.
“So…” Sherry wiggled her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows. “Let’s get lucky…”
Focus.
My mouth was hovering over her while I tried to remember all the tips I’d looked up.
Go slow.
Use the flat part of your tongue.
Listen to what she’s telling you.
Remember to use your tongue, lips, and fingers.
Tease her.
Feeling more confident, I began dropping kisses on her inner thigh, moving toward her center before pulling back and repeating. In minutes, I had her writhing and panting out for more. I smiled on the trip back up her leg, taking even more time with the kisses until my mouth was back over her bare, glistening pussy.
Christ, she’s already wet.
“God, you’re fucking soaked,” I whispered in awe as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through her folds. Her breath hitched and her fingers gripped the comforter. I chuckled. “Like that, do you?”
“W-w-what?”
I got up and leaned over her, continuing to tease her with my fingers ghosting up her inner thighs. Looking down into her flushed face, with her eyes pinched shut and her breathing labored, I felt incredibly powerful. No matter how many times I made her come, it was always an ego boost to know only I made her feel this way. Only I got to see the ecstasy spread across her face until it shattered into something otherworldly while she shuddered and chanted my name.
“You like it when I talk dirty,” I whispered as I finally put her out of her misery and slid two fingers inside her. I’d never been crass before because I hadn’t known how she’d take it, but those thoughts had constantly been running through my mind. So to find out she might love it just as much as me?
Fuck. Yes.
She didn’t answer. But I had a feeling I’d have an answer by the end of the night.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” She wiggled some more, pushing her hips into my hand as my fingers moved in and out at a leisure pace.
“What’s s-stopping you?”
Smiling, I pulled my fingers free and traced around her clit without touching it. “What’s your hurry?
She glared down at me. “Because I’ve been imagining your mouth on me for far too long, and I can’t wait much longer.”
I’d barely let her finished before I claimed her in a kiss. Our tongues dueled as our tender touches and sweet words turned savage.
“Please,” she murmured when we broke away. I couldn’t deny her, or myself, any longer. Nodding, I moved down her body before settling between her open legs.
“I didn’t know it could be like this…”
“What?” She moved up on her elbows, still panting and wiggling.
I’d read that this could be pretty scary for some women. “You’re not scared?”
She smiled and reached down to stroke my cheek. “No. I trust you.”
I shuffled closer, finally ready to taste what I’d been dreaming about for months. Slowly, with my eyes focused on her hazy ones, I moved forward until my mouth was as close as it could get to her clit without touching. Then I placed the softest kiss on it, my tongue peeking out for a small taste. I moaned, my eyes closing of their own will.
Tightening my hands on her thighs, I brought her even closer, alternating between sucking gently and kissing slowly. It didn’t take long until she started panting, and the bed shifted as she fell on her back.
I forced my eyes open. She was enjoying it, no doubt, but I wanted her crazy, the biting-her-lip-and-near-breathless kind of crazy.
What else had the articles said?
FOCUS ON THE CLIT!
Focus on more than her clit.
Alternate.
Don’t alternate.
Use these techniques.
Forget about technique.
My head was whirling with all the different, sometimes contradictory advice I’d looked up.
“Ohh… y-yes… t-that… k-keep doing that…” She trailed off before sighing with pleasure.
Shit, shit, shit. What had I been doing?
Circles. Yes, circles.
After the tiniest pause, I refocused my efforts, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit.
She writhed some more, pushing herself closer, before groaning loudly, making me feel like a goddamn king. I knew I should be taking more time, but I couldn’t hold myself back.
I was surrounded by her. My mouth full of her sweet taste, the scent of her sex all around me, and my hands roaming all over her legs, ass, and stomach. My eyes feasting on her fingers as they pinched her perky tits, and my ears relishing in the loud moans spilling from her soft, pink lips.
As I increased the tempo, the circles got smaller and tighter. Her hands came down to my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and yanking me impossibly closer.
“Oh God, Hunter. Don’t stop. Please d-don’t stop,” she begged. Thank God she felt that way, because I genuinely didn’t think I would have been able to.
Redoubling my efforts, my hands squeezed her thighs while I gave her everything I had.
“Fuck… yes… right there…” Her thighs squeezed my head, trapping her hands, as she rocked faster against my mouth.
This is fucking incredible.
Her breath caught right before she screamed out her release. I held her as she trembled and I continued to swirl my tongue until she was squirming to get away from me. Only when she let out a soft sigh did I let up and pull away.
“I was not expecting to like that as much as I did,” I confessed, crawling up her body.
“I… was…” She was staring at the ceiling with a sated expression filling her face, trying to catch the last of her stolen breath.
“Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?”
“We’re fucking morons.”
“Definitely.” I chuckled as I moved over her. “So, was my mouth everything you thought it’d be?”
“Oh yeah,” she admitted shamelessly. “I’ve been curious about that for some time now.”
Frowning, I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve found a way…”
“I know.” Her fingers traced my lips. “You’d give me anything I’d ask for.”
“I would,” I said resolutely.
Sherry gave me a smile that stole the air from my lungs and the thoughts from my brain. “Well… I just want you,” she said. “Whether we’re talking, kissing, having sex, or even fighting… I just want you.”
We both smiled. Mine slowly fell as nerves worked their way through me.
“But, seriously, was it, ah, was it good?” I asked. I cursed the blush I could feel spreading over my cheeks.
She stared at me blankly. “Chocolate is good. Having a day off from school is good. Getting the window seat on an airplane is good. That was phenomenal.”
I instantly relaxed and brought my mouth to hers. I had no clue what I was doing. We had no clue what we were doing. But she was right; there was too much love between us for this to feel wrong or awkward. For it to be anything other than amazing.
We spent the next few minutes lazily kissing until my rock-hard dick demanded some attention. Sherry chuckled when she felt it against her stomach.
“Is this little guy feeling neglected?”
“Little?” I asked incredulously. “Are you trying to scar him for life?”
“Let me make it up to him.” She licked her lips and reached for the condom on the nightstand. Despite her confident words, I saw her hand tremble.
“Wait,” I rushed out and she immediately tensed.
“What is it?” she asked as she lay back down.
I ran one hand through her hair and the other squeezed her hand holding the foil packet. “We can wait, if you’ve changed your mind or you’re nervous. No matter when you ask, I’ll stop.”
“I know.” She touched my face softly. “I haven’t changed my mind. I promise. But thank you, for checking with me so often… for caring so much.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” I swallowed and took the condom from her. “So… uh, how do you wanna do this?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Did you miss that day of sex ed?”
Laughing, I explained, “I meant, I, uh, I read that sometimes the girl being on top is more comfortable.”
“Did you do research?” I felt my cheeks warm again. I couldn’t help it, but Sherry was kind enough to take pity on me. “I think it’s sweet. But I’d prefer for you to be on top.”
We didn’t say anything else as she moved up the bed and settled back on the pillows. My eyes were trained on her when I kicked my pants and boxers off. Her eyes widened and her breathing became labored while I rolled on the condom. Grabbing the comforter at the end of the bed, I moved over her, draping the sheet around us.
I closed my eyes and kissed her, my dick rubbing against her, impatient. After several drugging kisses and tender caresses, Sherry encouraged me to take her. Pulling back, I lined the head up before slowly pushing in. I hated the pain I could clearly see on her face and the slight flinch she made. But after assuring me she was okay, I slowly worked my way in until I was seated to the hilt. Sherry pushed against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders and her legs wrapping around mine. My forehead was resting against her shoulder, my eyes still slammed shut and my breath nonexistent.
Dear God…
If a picture was worth a thousand words, then it would take a thousand pictures to explain what it felt like to be inside her for the first time. And even that didn’t feel like enough, because how do you describe perfection? How do you put into words something that wasn’t supposed to exist?
I was sure some would say it would feel like this no matter what, but I knew the truth. Only Sherry could make me feel this way. Like I was doing everything right even though I had no clue what I was doing, even though hundreds of doubts crowded my mind.
But as I started moving inside her, all my worries fell away until I had no other thoughts but one…
HOLYFUCKINGSHITLHBLRGH.
16 years old
It wasn’t terrible.
It wasn’t great… but I also didn’t feel like I was being split in two. It helped that I went in with low expectations. I didn’t think I was going to be one of the lucky ones who got an orgasm right out of the gate, so I appreciated that he already gave me one with his tongue… and wow… it had been better than I could have imagined.
“Are you… are you okay?” he panted out.
I ran my hands over his hair, cradling his head. “Yeah.”
“Oh God, Sherry…” he whispered as he continued rocking into me slowly, wringing out his orgasm.
He smiled before leaning down and kissing me softly. I felt myself melt into the mattress, like I could physically feel him pouring all his love into me through this kiss. It was one of those kisses you knew you’d remember for the rest of your life. One of those kisses that would randomly have you smiling in the middle of history class or an eye doctor appointment, making everyone around you wonder what the heck you were smiling about in such a boring situation.
“Shit,” he said into my neck.
Laughing, I smoothed the hair off his forehead. “It’s pretty typical,” I tried to reassure him. I knew it was common that the guy came before the girl the first few times. I also knew there was a chance I wouldn’t come at all.
He smirked and pecked my lips. “Yeah, but I thought I might have one of those magical dicks… you know, the ones that exist in romance novels? I give you twelve orgasms in an hour… that’s a thing, right?”
My laughter bounced around the room before he pulled me up and walked me to my bathroom. After we cleaned ourselves up and threw the towel in the wash, we crawled back into bed. Hunter lying on his back with me snuggled up against him as I drew small circles over his chest.
“Thank you for tonight.”
“It was hardly the best first experience for you,” he said regretfully.
I pulled away and looked down at him. “I couldn’t imagine it going any better. Because despite what you believe, some guy with a ten-inch dick giving a virgin twelve orgasms in a row would never happen.” We both chuckled, but I quickly grew serious. “But you did give me something that is pretty rare. Not every girl gets to have her first time with someone so considerate, with someone she’s in love with. I’d take that over a ten-inch dick any day.”
Hunter laughed as he pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue immediately invading my mouth and stealing my breath… my thoughts… everything.
“You know what I think?” he asked after we broke apart.
“What?” I tucked my head under his chin, resting my cheek on his chest.
“I think ours is a love people will write stories about,” Hunter whispered. “We don’t need superhuman genitalia.”
I grinned against him before placing a soft kiss over his heart. “You’re such a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
“Yeah. You are… always.” Shoving off him, I swiveled to the side of the bed and pulled out the wrapped gift I’d placed in my nightstand.
“You didn’t have to,” he said as I forced it in his hands. “You already gave me more than enough.”
“Contrary to popular belief, sex isn’t a great birthday gift, in my opinion.”
Hunter blindly set his present down and took my hands in his. “It wasn’t about the sex, Sherry, although that was fantastic.” He squeezed my hands and gave me a quick kiss. “You gave me something precious. You gave me your trust.”
“And I’d do it again. But I wanted you to have something tangible. Please accept it.”
Letting go of my hands, he picked up the box. Carefully unwrapping it and folding the torn paper so as not to make a mess. It broke my heart every time I saw him do something that way, like he didn’t want to leave any evidence he’d been there. I could so clearly remember Christmas mornings in our house, when Bobby and I would tear into all our presents, the discarded paper strewn about like we didn’t have a care in the world. Our parents let us be children; it was a luxury Hunter never got.
I was pulled from the memories when I realized how quiet he had gotten. My boyfriend sat there, the sheet pulled over him to his waist, staring down at the camera in his hand. It was the nicest, most professional digital camera I could afford. I didn’t know much about photography, but the guy ensured me it was one of the best.
“I know you like the old-school ones, but I figured if you really wanted to get into photography, this would help. Since you’re going to try and get an internship next year when we’re seniors.” He stayed quiet and I nervously twisted my hands in my lap. “I mean… the guy said it was the right kind for someone just starting out. But maybe he was just trying to sell me crap without actually caring.” Still nothing from Hunter. “If you hate it, we can—”
“It’s perfect,” he whispered, his hand running reverently over the box. When his eyes lifted to mine, there were tears in them. Shaking his head, he placed his new camera on the nightstand by him before turning and pulling me toward him. “It’s crazy.”
“What is?”
“That’s the exact camera I’ve been looking at buying. I was planning to save up…” Hunter paused, looking at me in a way I had never seen before. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
I cuddled closer. “There is no deserving, there’s only loving.”
And that was what we did.
We loved.