Corinne

 

So, now you know. My father wouldn't have believed it, nor would Risa. Rebellious Corinne, the girl who did everything wrong, whose boyfriends were dangerous and inappropriate, who took after her cheating mother, was still a virgin at twenty-three.

 

It was stupid, when you thought about it. Risa, who stuck to the rules and did everything right, was eighteen when she lost her virginity. Of course, she was in a committed relationship with the boy, and he had prospects that went beyond stealing her rent money, but still. The good girl lost it, and the bad girl didn't. Although, of course, I'd been pretending that it was long gone, as part of my bad girl persona. It may well have contributed to the failed relationships of my past. Some boys will cheat on you, or dump you if you consistently fail to put out. They shouldn't, and the ones who do are jerks, but my boyfriends had mostly been jerks. When they learned that they might have to wait for me to be ready, then they didn't hang around.

 

Why was I still a virgin when I was so intent on being a bad girl? Honestly, I was scared. It felt like leaving something behind and taking a step into a world I wasn't ready for. And the longer I left it, the more it felt like that. I dreamed about it, of course, as a sort of perfect act, something wonderful and beautiful. That put so much pressure on the first time that nothing, and no one, was ever going to measure up. It was never something I had felt comfortable with. Until now.

 

Like I said, I dreamed a lot about my first time: how it would be, who it would be with, where it would be. Me being me, those dreams tended to take place in the back seat of a car, in my Dad's bed while he was downstairs, on a crowded bus—anything forbidden. A storage closet was close to being a public place and so came close to being forbidden, but nobody's fantasies, not even mine, featured the words 'storage closet.’

 

With someone else, that might have mattered.

 

Asa didn't look like the men who took my virginity in my dreams. He looked better.

 

I hung off of his neck, urgently kissing him, as his surprisingly gentle fingers dragged my skirt up my thighs.

 

"Oh, my ...!" I clapped hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out as his fingers brushed against my most secret entrance. The explosion of sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Last year, during a particularly forceful attempt,one boyfriend had grabbed me down there and squeezed, but that had just felt unpleasant. This ... there were no words. Asa's nimble fingers slipped inside my panties, and I pressed my hand more tightly against my mouth as he explored. Lightning fast shocks of pure sensation ran up and down my body, enervating me from head to toe. Then one of his fingers slipped where no man had gone before, and I thought I might pop with excitement.

 

There was a man inside me. It was just his finger, but right at that moment, it was hard to believe that anything could feel better than that.

 

Asa gently kissed my mouth, then he knelt, lifting my top as he went so he could kiss my belly on his way down, swirling his tongue around my belly button. I stumbled backward a step, finding something to lean against. I wasn't sure my legs would hold me much longer. To look down and see Asa there, his face mere inches from my panties, was as exciting as any part of this. He was mine. My man.

 

I bit my lip as I felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of my underwear, drawing the lacy garment down my thighs and leaving me on display to his heated stare. I thought I would feel embarrassed or nervous in this situation, but I felt oddly proud. I wanted him to look at and admire my nudity. Above all, I wanted to see the desire in his eyes. I wanted him to want me as badly as I needed him. Asa leaned forward.

 

"MMMM!" Once again, I slapped a hand over my mouth, barely suppressing the squeal. My other hand found Asa's head, and my fingers tangled in his hair, dragging him tighter against me as his lips brushed my heated pussy. Without warning, his tongue delved further, and my world exploded into fireworks. I'd had orgasms before, or at least I thought I had, in the privacy of my room, with the help of a mail-order toy, but nothing like this.

 

When I came back down to Planet Earth, I saw Asa looking up at me. "I'd say you needed that."

 

"You have no idea," I gasped.

 

His gentle hands traveled up the back of my legs and around the curve of my ass, drawing me back to him. "I call that level one."

 

He dove back in. My hand slammed back over my mouth, and I yanked at his hair in desperate need both for him to stop and for him never to stop. I had no idea how long Asa spent on his knees, using lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers to pleasure me. I had no idea how many orgasms he gave me. But when he finally stood, I was as limp as a rag doll, my chest heaving, my body bathed in sweat, and my face flushed. This wasn't how a person was supposed to lose their virginity. You were supposed to start off slow and build your way up. Losing my virginity to Asa was like learning to drive in a racing car. And, technically, we hadn't started yet. I was still a virgin.

 

I pulled him to me to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and not even caring. He took one of my hands and guided it to the tremendous bulge in the front of his jeans. This was going to happen. This thing was going ... Well, it was going somewhere.

 

A nervousness came back over me, but it was swiftly lost as Asa kissed me tenderly. His hands gently caressed my body, his touch enflaming my skin wherever it landed. The night before he had seemed so dominant, and he was, but there was another side to him as well, and I loved them both. I wanted them both.

 

I squeezed hard where he had placed my hand and felt an answering throb.

 

"You're not going to make me wait, are you?" I asked, all nervousness forgotten. It was time to put all that bad girl theory into practice.

 

But Asa grinned wickedly at me. "Not wait, exactly, but I think you owe me a little something, don't you?"

 

At first I wasn't sure what he meant, but then it dawned on me. I tried not to look flustered, for fear of letting my bad girl act slip, and I suppose I must have succeeded as Asa guided my hand once again, this time to his zipper. I started to kneel down, but he stopped me.

 

"Hang on, you'll need something to kneel on. You don't want to get your knees dirty."

 

He grabbed the hem of my top, and I raised my arms to allow him to pull it over my head. Asa's eyes gleamed as he revealed my breasts, and I was glad that I had chosen not to wear a bra today.

 

"Damn, you're beautiful."

 

"Funny how men only say that once they've got my top off." I played it cool, still acting like I did this sort of thing all the time.

 

"I'm sure they think it all the time," Asa said, his eyes still glued to my chest. "But it is nice to have it underlined."

 

He stooped, and I squeaked involuntarily as he gently kissed first one nipple then the other. He licked and kissed his way between the two, now and then nibbling the tender flesh, making me bite my lip and squeeze hard at the swollen organ pressing into my hand.

 

Asa stood back up. "Thank you for reminding me. We were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

 

He dropped my top to the floor and used his foot to spread it out, giving me something to kneel on. By now I was so powerfully aroused that I didn't hesitate. Perhaps I had never done this before, but I could learn on the job. So to speak ...

 

Dropping to my knees, I found myself face to face with the enormous bulge that had dominated my thoughts ever since I first felt it. I was sure I saw it moving before my eyes, pulsing with desire. With trembling fingers, I undid Asa's belt. Every sensation seemed heightened. I was oddly aware of the texture of the leather belt between my fingers, the sound of the zip descending, the fiercely masculine scent that seemed to hit me as I opened his pants.

 

I reached in through the opening and yet again found myself stifling a gasp. I might have been inexperienced, but I was not ignorant. I knew what size a man was supposed to be. But Asa ... I couldn't even get my hand around it. My eyes bulged as I drew Asa out into the light afforded by the single bulb hanging above us in the storage closet. Truth be told, it had me a bit worried. This was no longer like learning to drive in a racing car; this was like learning to drive in a Saturn Five rocket. But I had stuck to my confident, bad girl persona up till now, and I wasn't giving up on it. I looked up at Asa with what I hoped was a cocky grin.

 

"Well, that ought to do the job."

 

Asa shrugged. "I'm glad you approve. Now, why don't you two get better acquainted?"

 

And, to my surprise, I couldn't wait. Ever since I had touched it, all my concerns and inhibitions had evaporated. Holding it in my hand it felt comforting and friendly, like a new pet. Nothing that felt that good could hurt me. I didn't want to be afraid if it. I wanted to play with it, to kiss it, to love it. I wasn't worried about my lack of experience. I could get by on instinct, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Without a qualm, I planted a big kiss on the head, making Asa chuckle.

 

"You're one hell of a girl."

 

"You ain't felt nothing yet."

 

"I'm counting on it."

 

For the next five minutes, I made good on that brag. Given what he had already done for me, I felt a certain responsibility to make him feel good, and judging by the gasps and grunts coming from above as I licked, lapped, nibbled, kissed, sucked, stroked and pumped on his healthy organ, I succeeded. And it wasn't just Asa who was enjoying himself. I had always thought that this was something men got a kick out of and women just tolerated. I had never dreamed it could be so satisfying, I had never imagined that it could taste so good, or that just the taste of that hot flesh in my mouth would give me such a ripple of pleasure.

 

I could have kept going all evening, so much was I enjoying my new-found skill for oral manipulation, but then I felt Asa's hands on me, guiding me back to my feet and forcing me to reluctantly let him slip from my eager mouth.

 

"Easy, girl, or this isn't going to end the way either of us want it to."

 

He kissed me, and I secretly thrilled in the fact that he was so willing to do so, just as I had been earlier.

 

"You really are a bit special."

 

I beamed in pure happiness. My hands found their way back to his strong length, and it pulsed eagerly in my grip, desperate to continue. But Asa seemed in no immediate hurry. His hands skimmed across my body, reveling in my skin, exploring my curves as if he needed to know every inch of me intimately before he could really set about pleasuring me. Wherever his fingers traced, I felt tremors of pleasure following like the wake of a ship, as if his touch was hardwired to the pleasure centers of my brain. How much more could this man do to me? So far, he had done everything and all that remained was my virginity, now his for the taking.

 

I squeezed hard at his excited organ. "Please, don't make me wait."

 

He kissed me once more, his tongue slipping into my mouth and answering me in a way that words never could.

 

Gently he nudged me backwards, till I was perched on a small table that sat against the wall. Instinctively, I raised a leg and placed my foot against one of the shelves opposite. My breath was now coming in short gasps as Asa maneuvered into position. Would he sense my inexperience now? Or the slight anxiety that had suddenly crept back in as I felt him pressing against my most intimate area?

 

"Give it to me, baby," I urged, as much to give myself confidence as to fool Asa. I had made up my mind. This was what I wanted, this was who I wanted, and this was how it was going to happen.

 

"OH!" This time my hands were too busy clamping, white-knuckled onto the table edge to shut off my sharp cry.

 

He was in me. Not all of him, not nearly all, in fact. But he was in me. I was a virgin no longer. And again, my mind exploded.

 

"Did you go off already?" asked Asa, a little proud, I thought.

 

Our eyes met. Whether he sensed some reticence in me, or was just responding to my tightness, I couldn't say, but Asa forced nothing. He gently pressed in, then withdrew, then a little more, then out again, forging a little further with each thrust, stretching me as he went, preparing me for what was to come.

 

I had been wrong. I had thought that a man like Asa, a man to whom God had been so over-generous in the pants department, would be entirely the wrong one to lose my virginity to. But, although there might have been men who were easier for me to take, there were none who could have done it better. He was gentle but firm, not treating me like I was made of glass, but treating me like a woman.

 

I moaned as his hips nestled up close to mine. I had him all. There were girls who went their whole life without knowing what it was like to be this full, and I had gotten lucky the first time. I moaned once more as Asa began to pull out, then back in again, stroking slowly in and out of me. I had closed my eyes, but now opened them, and our gazes locked as tightly as our loins. The intensity of his stare burned through me, and I clung to him, one hand on the back of his head, keeping his gaze focused on me, the other on his stroking hips. I could feel the delicious muscles moving beneath his skin as he pushed into me, drawing whimpers from me at every stroke.

 

Although I had no sphere of comparison, I was still sure that I had gotten extremely lucky with Asa. He was an incredible lover. At first, he went slow, mastering his own need with extraordinary self-control, then, as I became more accustomed to his girth and his path became slicker and easier, he began to speed up. As I crested yet another orgasm, he stopped, holding me teetering on the edge before ramming home harder than before and pushing me into my hottest climax of the night so far.

 

And he was far from done. I lost track of time as Asa coaxed me again and again to orgasm, putting his own desire aside to pleasure me, keeping himself in check. Sometimes he was slow and tender, others quick and light, and sometimes he pinned me to the table and thrust into me so roughly that I was forced once again to cover my mouth. I loved it all, every second, every heartbeat. I had dreamed of this moment so often, but I had never dreamed that it might be like this.

 

Gradually, Asa became more urgent in his movements. He had tremendous control over his fabulous body, but no man could go forever, and I found myself urging him on.

 

"Do it! Do it! Now!"

 

He had given me such impossible pleasure tonight, that I wanted to give him the same, and I wanted to ride that rollercoaster one more time myself.

 

Asa gasped and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against him as he buried himself in me one more time. I felt his virile member swell and pulse in my tight sheath. He was coming inside me, and just the thought of it was enough to send me over the top one more glorious time. My head lolled backwards, my mouth hung open in a soundless shriek, and I clasped my strong lover to me. He had not taken my virginity, he had obliterated it in the most perfect way imaginable.

 

A wash of sensation flowed over and through me, and I found myself suddenly quite emotional in the turbulence of the moment. I had waited a long time for this, and it had been worth the wait. But it felt like a door had been opened, through which I had passed, and life would never be quite the same again.