Archive-name: SpecMome/firstrue.txt
Archive-author: JLM
Archive-title: First Time, The - A True Story


(with editorial help from a friend)

  I met Jan through a mutual friend. I was living in Springfield,
Illinois, and Jan was living in St. Paul, Minnesota. My friend was
married to Jan's sister and kept on my case that I should date more and
find the right girl.
  I was 28 at the time and had spent most of my life doing two things--
attending school and working to pay off student loans. At the time I was
one of those graduates who couldn't find a job in my area of study (high
school math teacher) so I was working as an assistant manager at a small
men's clothing store. Anyone who has worked retail knows that it's a 6-
day a week job (at least) and that those in management work more. I
started at the bottom rung of the ladder, which meant lots of hours and
not much for wages--but at least it was a job.
  Since I was rather introverted, plus being nearly broke and busy, my
social life was not very exciting. To put it bluntly, it was non-
existent. I did a lot of reading--mostly Alistar Maclean and Isaac
Asimov--but the only time my blood pressure rose was an occasional
fantasy date with Miss July.
  Randy encouraged me to check out his sister-in-law. The problem was
she lived a long way off for a guy who was broke. On May 6th a buyer's
show was scheduled in Minneapolis, and my boss invited me to go with
him. When Randy found out, he told me he was thinking about a visit back
home at the same time and asked me to drop in on his family while he was
there. He didn't really invite me--he insisted. His folks lived in one
of the suburbs and he knew his younger sister would drive over from St.
Paul if he came all the way from Springfield.
  I was able to get away during the buyer's meeting for more than half a
day. Randy and his wife treated me to lunch at Perkins, and Jan came as
well.
  Jan was two years younger than me and four inches shorter. I liked her
long brown hair, her soft brown eyes, her gentle smile. She wore a
tasteful white dress with blue accents in the fabric. She had a sexy
figure--high, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a well-rounded ass. I
fought with a hard-on as my eyes undressed her enticing curves. What
appealed to me most was the fact that she seemed genuinely interested in
me. For a guy who was kind of shy, this was an additional turn on. (I
only found out later that Randy had told Jan lots about me--all of it
good.)
  Jan had broken up with a guy six months earlier and had not dated
since. I found out later she was disillusioned and didn't want to get
hurt. But for now she was pleasant, engaging, and fun to be with. The
whole meal was a real boost to my ego.
  Half-way through the meal Randy's wife excused herself to go to the
rest room. Jan joined her, leaving Randy and me alone.
  "What did I tell you?" Randy asked.
  "You're right. She's nice." I said, not wanting to seem too eager.
  "Then ask her out for supper." Randy urged me.
  "So soon?" I asked.
  "How long before you think you'll be back here again? If you'd like to
get to know Jan better you'll have to make use of the time you've got."
  I couldn't argue with Randy's logic.
  Randy insisted on paying for the whole meal. While he was busy with
the cashier, I stood in the alcove with Jan.
  "I know you're busy with family this weekend," I said, "but I'd enjoy
taking you out to dinner tonight if you can be free."
  Jan didn't hesitate a second. "I'd love to, Jim," she said. "What
time."
  "Ah...how about 5:00 o'clock?" I replied.
  "Sure. Where?" Jan asked.
  "I don't know the places around here. Do you have any suggestions?"
  "Sure do." Jan responded. "Tell you what. Why don't I pick you up at
your motel. Randy says you're at the Best Western on Highway 7. We can
go from there."
  The idea sounded good to me, so I consented.
  I was in the lobby at 4:45, and Jan showed up about 15 minutes later.
Since I had no wheels, we hopped in her car and she gave directions to a
steak house in Wayzata as I drove.
  We had a great meal, and a better time talking. I was glad to have her
to myself. Jan was animated and fun to talk with. She was also a good
listener. We had much in common. We found ourselves holding hands as we
talked. After two hours I reminded her of the time in case she wanted to
see more of her brother, but she didn't seem to care. We left the
restaurant about 8:00 and she directed me as we drove around Lake
Calhoun and over to Minnehaha Falls.
  Though the scenery was nice, I enjoyed Jan's company much more, and I
thought the feeling was mutual. Jan sat close to me, our thighs
touching. I placed my hand on her thigh below the hem of her skirt. I
fantasized about sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh and watching
her welcome my touch.
  We eventually made our way to a Dairy Queen at 10:00, where we sat and
talked for another 90 minutes. I returned to the motel parking lot at
about midnight.
  "It's been a great evening, Jan," I said, not wanting it to end.
  "I'll bet your boss has been wondering where his roommate has been."
Jan noted.
  At that point I wished I had a separate room and could invite Jan up.
But then I didn't want her to think I was the kind of guy to try to bed
her on the first date. And to be honest, I wasn't. Even so, trading her
companionship for that of my 59 year old boss wasn't appealing.
  "It's been a great evening," Jan continued. "Really fun, Jim."
  Jan leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'd like to do it again."
  "A 6:00 a.m. flight makes that difficult," I said reluctantly. "But
maybe I can work it out to see the Twin Cities again real soon."
  "That would be great," Jan replied.
  "For me too," I added.
  Jan pulled on the handle and got out her side. I reluctantly did the
same. She came around to the driver's side and stopped. I put my hands
around her waist.
  "Thanks for a great time! Your brother's got a great sister," I said.
  "And a good friend," Jan added with a smile.
  I leaned forward and kissed her softly, but not passionately. There
was lots of warmth in the kiss she returned.
  After a few moments she slipped out of my hands and sat down in the
driver's seat.
  "Take care," I said I closed the door. "I'll be in touch."
  "You do that!" Jan said.
  Reluctantly, she drove away. Very reluctantly, I watched her go.

  The next day before I boarded the plane I picked up a card and sent it
off to Jan thanking her for the great time. Three days later I had a
response--a card with a two-page letter tucked inside. I replied to her
letter with one of my own, but this time Jan didn't write back. She
called instead. We picked up our conversation about where we left off on
our one date. I called back two days later to find out how she was
doing.
  In short, we began to watch our phone bills swell as we did some long-
distance dating. Jan told me about herself and I talked about my world.
I didn't know it at the time, but we were falling in love.
  I sent Jan a card reading: 'To know you is to love you. I know you
very much.' I didn't know how that would change our relationship. She
told me for the first time she loved me too, and at last our feelings
for each other were out in the open.
  In a conversation three weeks later, Jan brought up a subject that was
difficult for her to talk about.
  "Jim, there's something about me I need to tell you." Jan began
tentatively.
  "What's that, Jan?"
  "I'm...well...I went with this guy Gary--the one I told you about
earlier."
  "Yes."
  "And...uh...we went all the way a couple of times." Jan said softly.
  "That doesn't make any difference to me," I reassured her. "I might be
a virgin physically but I can assure you that mentally I've had sex lots
of times."
  "But it's not the same," she protested.
  "I know," I replied. "But that still doesn't affect my love for you,
Jan. I fell in love with you realizing there was a good chance you
weren't a virgin. All of us fall short of our ideals--it doesn't mean
our life is ruined."
  My acceptance of Jan over that issue made a big impact on her--because
it was for her a source of intense guilt. It also opened the whole area
of sexuality between us and made us more intimate lovers--though we
hadn't been sexually intimate yet.

  The fourth of July is not a good selling time in the clothing
industry, so it was a good opportunity for me to grab some time off with
a few vacation days besides.
  I started very early in the morning and arrived about 5:00 p.m. Jan
insisted that I stop at her place before checking into a motel. I soon
found out why.
  I drove up to the old apartment building and looked around. It was one
of those huge old houses built for a family of 15. Jan's apartment was
on the third floor. Her bedroom was in a round turret on the southeast
corner. I made my way up the stairs and rang the bell.
  Jan opened the door. Her breasts stood out proudly against her light
blue cotton top. My hands hungered to caress her mounds. I glanced down
at her creamy thighs and pictured myself sliding my fingers underneath
her navy blue shorts and stroking her pussy.
 The two months apart made the first few seconds of our meeting awkward,
even though we'd talked incessantly in recent weeks. She said nothing
for a few seconds, but smiled that warm smile that caught my heart at
first.
  "Hi Jim," she said softly. "Nice to see you."
  "Same here," I replied as I stepped forward and stood very close to
her. I could smell her intoxicating perfume.
  I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her softly on the lips. She
kissed me warmly, hinting of eagerness as she wrapped her arms around
me. In seconds I felt her pressing her body against me. It felt so warm
and erotic. I could feel her bra through her top. For a moment I
wondered what it would be like to slide my hands underneath, unhook it,
and slowly move my hands around to the tits that were hard against my
chest.
  I kissed her more passionately, and she responded in kind. We held
each other close and felt the softness of each other's lips as our heart
beats increased.
  I lost track of time, as our mouths were locked together in a lover's
kiss. On lonely nights back in my apartment, I had fantasized about this
reunion. In my erotic dream she would whisper in my ear, "Make love to
me, Jim. Fuck me! Help me take my clothes off so I can feel your stiff
cock inside me!"
  Reality was different. "The door isn't shut," she said. "Come on in."
  I did, looking around at the small but neat apartment. I moved over to
the sofa and sat down. Jan joined me after closing the door. Her
presence after so much anticipation, was almost intoxicating.
  "Welcome to my place," Jan said as she leaned toward me with another
kiss on the way.
  Our lips met and we embraced again.
  "This is the best welcome of all," I said after a few seconds.
  "Glad you like it..." she replied.
  I interrupted her statement with another kiss, this one more lengthy
and passionate yet. I could feel Jan's heartbeat as we held each other
tightly. I treasured the warmth of her body against mine, especially the
pressure of her breasts against my chest.
  "You know those motel reservations I made," she said.
  "Yes..."
  "Well, I canceled them. You're staying here."
  I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I worded my response carefully.
"The couch looks comfortable enough," I said.
  "You can sleep on the couch if you want, Jim, but you can have my bed
too."
  "I don't want to force you out of your bed," I added, wondering how
she would respond.
  "Oh, I'm sleeping in my bed no matter what." Jan replied.
  My hard-on throbbed in response. "That's some invitation!" I croaked
out, surprised and turned on by her attitude.
  "So is this," Jan added, as she kissed me again. This time I felt her
tongue dart inside my lips. I loosened my jaw and slipped my tongue out
to meet hers. In a few moments we were french kissing. It was the first
time for me, and I had never expected that two tongues could trigger
such erotic pleasure.
  As I marveled at this experience, I leaned back, pulling Jan down on
top of me. We lay there on the couch necking, her body fully pressed
against mine. I was aware that my swollen cock was pressing hard against
Jan's groin. For some reason I wasn't embarrassed, as I otherwise would
have been. She didn't seem to mind either, so I allowed my passions to
build, along with the size of the bulge in my slacks.   By now, I had my
legs split with hers between me. Her crotch was directly over my
erection. I pushed up against her, and she accepted my actions without
complaint.
  We kissed and talked in lover's whispers for fifteen or twenty
minutes. I pressed her close to me, wishing we both were naked,
imagining what it would feel like to have her groin grinding against my
swollen rod. Jan leaned up and looked around. I could see down the front
of her top, though I tried not to stare. The cleavage between her
breasts fueled my passion even more.
  "This couch is so narrow," Jan complained. "We can't be comfortable
here long."
  I could have stayed there forever, but reluctantly I watched her get
up. Our petting was triggering a few lustful fantasies in me by this
time. In my mind's eye I saw Jan strip off her shorts, then reach down
and remove mine. I visualized her looking at the outline of my erection
with hungry eyes. And then...
  "I've got a great place for supper," Jan said. "It's right by a park.
You'll love it."
  I was fantasizing another kind of supper--one involving her lips and
all-natural ingredients, but her words brought me back to the present.
  The spell was broken, for the moment. I suspected it would return. I
turned my attention to the mundane matters of eating, trying to deflate
my passion (and one other thing) as Jan picked up her purse.
  Dinner and the walk after was fun. We went around in that lover's haze
where everything revolves around the other person and the rest of the
world ceases to exist. Our hands were all over each other's hands, arms,
shoulders, and waists. After our walk in the park we shared an ice cream
cone. Even watching Jan lick the ice cream brought to mind lots of
erotic thoughts--pictures of her tongue sliding across the swollen head
of my dick. I wisely kept these to myself.
  It was late when we returned to Jan's apartment. We'd talked all
evening, and still there was no desire to quit.
  We sat on the sofa again and in moments we were kissing. I started to
lean sideways to pull Jan down on me again, but she resisted.
  "I've got a better idea," she said.
  Jan stood up and pulled on my hand, indicating that I was to follow
her. We went through a door. Her bedroom was on the other side. Jan sat
down on the bed.
  "More room here," she said with a smile.
  I sat down next to her and we resumed kissing. Not too many minutes
later I was on my back pressing Jan against me. Except for our shoes, we
were still fully clothed.
  I reached around and slid my hands underneath her blouse, feeling her
bare back above the waist. Her skin was soft and warm. As we french
kissed, I slowly moved my hands upward underneath her blouse until they
reached the strap of her bra. Since I'd never unhooked one before, it
took a few moments of fumbling to loosen the clasps. Finally it was
free, and I preceded to slide my hands over her entire bare back as we
kissed.
  We rolled sideways so we were facing each other as we continued to
kiss. I slowly moved my hand to the side of her ribcage, my forearm
barely touching the side of her bra as it loosely covered her left
breast. My fantasy was about to come true, and I felt as though I was in
a dream, as though I would waken any moment. My heart pounded loudly in
my ears as I anticipated what might come next.
  As Jan and I continued to kiss and exchange tender words, I slowly
increased the pressure of my forearm against the side of her breast.
Then I moved my arm so that the side of my hand was where my forearm
used to be. For the first time my fingertips began to cup the underside
of her breast.
  Jan slid her tongue rapidly around mine. I took it as an indication
she enjoyed the attention my hand was paying to her breast, so I slipped
my hand under the material and briefly held the underside of her breast.
Jan seemed to enjoy that even more.
  Her breasts were just the right size to fill up my hands, and I
enjoyed exploring every inch of them. Small aureoles circled the fiery
red nipples that stood up proud, challenging my fingers to fondle them.
  By now a lot of her blouse was bunched up. I withdrew my hand and
dared to unbutton her blouse, from bottom to top, as we kissed. To my
delight, she began to do the same to my shirt.
  When my shirt was loosened, I sat up and slipped my arms out of the
sleeves, then dropped it to the floor behind me. Jan sat up and did the
same with her blouse. I watched her bra dangle loosely from her
shoulders. She slid her fingers underneath the left shoulder strap and
pushed it sideways until it fell off, uncovering her breast. Then she
removed her bra entirely and lay down on her side again.
  "Better, don't you think?" she said.
  I swallowed hard. She was offering herself to me, and I was getting
more turned on by the second. As I looked at her naked breasts, I felt
an eagerness to fondle her hot tits or cover them with my mouth,
feasting on her nipples and driving her wild.
  I preceded to resume kissing her, pressing her bare chest against mine
with great passion. Once again my hand moved toward her breast, cupping
the underside and delighting in the warm smoothness of her curves. I
tried to fondle her slowly and tenderly, avoiding what I wanted to do
most--rush to feel her nipple. She seemed to enjoy the slowness of my
affection, the gentleness.
  I finally moved my fingers upward and touched the erect knob at the
tip of her breast. Jan moaned slightly as my fingers played with the
summit of her breast. She sighed with pleasure as my fingers lightly
circled her erect nipples.
  Her kisses became more uninhibited as I continued to fondle her.
Neither of us were willing to put our hands below each other's waist.
Not yet, anyway.
  I felt like there were two of me in the bed. One was thinking of
slipping her remaining clothes off, moving lovingly between her creamy
soft legs, and easing my 9" throbbing cock deep into her love nest. The
other one was following all the social norms I'd followed all my life.
Don't ask me how, but the nice guy won.
  After ten or fifteen more minutes of intense petting, I forced myself
to slow down to avoid becoming frustrated.
  Jan sensed my reluctance, but she did not object.
  "You don't want to go too far, do you Jim?" she asked.
  The testosterone inside me replied, "You've got me so horny I could
shove my cock through a concrete block. I'm dying to make love with you.
You're the most fuck-able woman I've ever met. I want to go all the way!
Let's make love."
  "No," I heard myself say, "Not with you. I don't want to do anything
with you that I'll regret. I love you too much for that."
  Part of me couldn't believe what my mouth was saying.
  Jan seemed to understand. She had already told me of her guilt
feelings about her former relationship, and I think she was appreciative
of my sensitivity.
  "If I take the couch tonight, neither of us will be sorry," I added
sadly.
  "I know you're right, Jim," Jan admitted. "But it's not what I really
want."
  "Nor I. But we both want to get started on the right foot."
  "Yeah," she said. "I'll get you some stuff for the sofa."
  I reluctantly stood up and went through the door into the living room.
It was one of the most difficult things I had done in all my life.
  Jan came in a few minutes later. She had tossed her blouse on but wore
no bra underneath. I started having second thoughts immediately, but
tried my best do drive thoughts of sex out of my mind for the moment.
  It was quite late, so we kissed each other good night and went to bed-
-separately. Somehow I got to sleep later. Much later.

  The next day we went out shopping and sightseeing. It was a fun,
exhausting day. We had a light lunch and then headed back to Jan's
apartment around 1:30 when it started to get hot outside.
  As we sat on the sofa getting comfortable, our conversation turned to
the future.
  "What do you plan on doing in the fall?" Jan asked.
  "Get married," I said flatly. "How about you?"
  Jan turned to me, surprised.
  "Married?"
  "If it works out for you." I responded.
  "Oh, YES!!" Jan said, planting a big kiss on me. "I knew when we met
you were the one for me, Jim."
  "I don't have a ring yet...we could look..." I began.
  "That doesn't matter right now," Jan said. "I was given one before--
but not from a guy I'd ever marry. Let's go over and tell my folks!"
  It was like I had ignited a roman candle. The marriage wheels were in
motion. Too late to slow things down, we went to her folks and broke the
news. My future step-parents seemed pleased. I didn't know for sure if
it was because their daughter was finally going to get married, or that
she was going to get married to me in particular.
  We stayed at their place until late in the evening, then left. Jan had
sat very close to me all the time we were at her folks' house. I don't
think her hand had been away from my body for 20 seconds at a time.
  As I drove to her apartment in the car, I felt the same sense of
closeness as she sat next to me in the bench seat. I put my arm around
her as I drove. Good thing the traffic was light. My hand found her
breast and I began to fondle it gently through her top. I wished she
hadn't worn a bra. I had an instant erection just imagining what it
would be like to have her naked tit at the mercy of my fingers.
    "You're playing with fire," Jan warned me. "And I know where the
real fire is," she added as she laid her hand on my crotch.
  Volts of erotic energy spread through my body as I felt the pressure
of her hand against my dick. A long-held fantasy brushed across my mind
for a second. I imagined her unzipping my fly, pulling out my swollen
organ, and giving me a blow job right there on the road.
  I edged into the next lane and a car honked its horn. That quickly
brought me back to reality.
  "Careful," I added. "I need to stay on the road."
  "I don't want to cause an accident," Jan replied, removing her hand.
"I don't want anything to happen to you. It's good to know we belong to
each other."
  I nodded. It was a good feeling. No. It was a great feeling.
  We drove most of the rest of the way to her apartment in silence,
sharing a warmth and wordless communication that marked a new beginning
for the two of us. Though we weren't married, we were publicly committed
to each other. And somehow that changed many things.
  It was very late when we arrived at the apartment. For some reason the
noble part of me was strong that night. We shared a protracted, but
painful goodnight kiss and went to our separate beds. Somehow, I slept.
  Around 7:00 the next morning Jan came out of the bedroom. She was
wearing a yellow two-piece baby doll pajama set. Though her hair was a
bit out of place, she looked wonderful to me.
  "Morning!" I said cheerfully.
  "Morning," she replied, less enthusiastically.
  "Not so cheerful this morning," I observed.
  "I didn't sleep well," Jan replied.
  "Why not?"
  "I was lonely--all night long."
  "I know how you felt," I added sympathetically.
  "Come in and lay down beside me," she said. "Maybe we both can catch
up."
  Mentally, I reversed her invitation to say, "Lay down beside me and
cum in."
  I joined her in her bed. Laying next to her warm body was a wonderful
change from a lonely, lumpy couch.
  Her back was to me and my arm was around her waist. Her body felt
wonderfully warm and soft. I slowly slid my hand up under her breasts.
She wiggled her butt against me in response. I felt my cock begin to
swell as I reacted to her motions. It felt so good to rest naturally
against her soft curves. It made the idea of sleeping alone totally
repulsive.
  I slid my hand under her top and cupped her right breast.
  "Mmmmm, that feels good, Jim," Jan mumbled.
  "I'll bet this does too," I added as I slid my fingers upward and
began to fondle her nipple. It was rock hard in seconds. My cock felt so
hard I'd swear a weight lifter could do chin ups with it.
  "I was dreaming about that all night long," Jan said. Then, after a
pause, she asked "What were you dreaming about?"
  She rolled over so that she was facing me.
  I reached my hand under her top and resumed touching her nipple.
  "I was dreaming about touching you here," I said. "And kissing you
like this..."
  Our lips met, hungry and hot. Our tongues entwined, doing an erotic
dance of their own. She began to suck on my tongue. It felt like she was
offering to suck my cock--anything to get me to shed my inhibitions and
eventually fuck her.
  The good guy in me was losing.
  "...and sliding my hands down your abdomen like this..."
  I moved my hand downward to her naval, then back up to her breast. I
repeated the process several times, moving my hand lower each time. At
last, my hand slid down across her bottoms and rested firmly on her
crotch. Jan raised her left leg up to give me more access, and I started
stroking her inviting crotch through the thin nylon.
  If her kisses were any indication, this was the right thing to do. So
I kept it up, being careful to be gentle and not rushing our petting.
  After a few moments Jan said, "I'm just soaked, Jim."
  Soon afterwards I discovered what she meant. Her nylon briefs were
very wet between her legs. I was delighted that I had been able to
arouse her so much the first time I tried doing so.
  Without any more encouragement on my part, Jan slid her pajama bottoms
off.
  I continued to stroke her pussy through the blue nylon briefs she
wore, trying to figure out her anatomy as my fingers mapped the area. I
had seen pictures, of course, but never touched a woman there until now.
  I could sense the good guy shouting something unintellibible to my
pleasure-numbed brain.
  I wanted to make love to Jan--but not at the expense of violating her
trust in me. I'd have to wait and see what developed. I told myself to
be satisfied with the feeling of her hot, wet crotch. Yet I knew her
fluids were an invitation from her body to mine to slide my throbbing
dick into her love hole. I tried to restrain myself.
  After a few moments, I slid my hand underneath the elastic of her
briefs and felt the soft terrain of a woman's pussy for the first time.
Jan groaned and responded by sliding her hand down and stroking the
crotch of my pajamas.
  I'd always dreamed of a gal doing that, but the reality with Jan was
even better than the fantasy. I desperately wanted to feel her hands all
over my engorged organ. I slid my hand further down and felt what seemed
to be a very wet opening. Then I slid my moistened fingers back up
across what I suspected was Jan's clitoris. It must have been, because
she shuddered in response.

  "I'll get out of these if you'll take off your bottoms," Jan offered.
  It was a proposal I couldn't turn down. Nor could I refuse the
opportunity to gaze at Jan's naked body that had responded so well to my
touch. Jan took off her briefs and her top. My eyes greedily devoured
the sight of her furry mound and the love tunnel nestled below.
  I was still wearing my low cut briefs, assuming that as long as I had
them on I wouldn't go too far. They did little, however, to conceal the
mammoth hard on that was threatening to rip its way through the fabric
so it could bury itself in her hot cunt. The visual impact of seeing her
naked had blown a few erotic fuses in my brain. I was sure of it. The
short-circuits that resulted confounded the thinking of the straight-
laced man inside me.
  I tried to remember information I'd gathered on foreplay and female
anatomy. I didn't get it all right, but was close enough. Jan soon began
to tremble at my touch. As i stroked her, a red flush crept across her
breasts. Her breath came in gasps. Small spasms wracked her body, like
tiny volts of electricity. I'm not sure even she knew what was happening
at the time--or if she suspected and didn't want to tell me. I didn't
realize it then, but she was experiencing the first orgasm of her life.
At first I was frightened, wondering if she was having some kind of
heart disorder. For whatever reason, I stopped, not wanting to hurt or
injure her.
  "You OK?" I asked.
  "Yeah, I guess so," Jan answered. "Give me a couple of minutes to
rest, will you Jim?"
  "Sure," I agreed.
  We continued to kiss and talk and fondle each other gently for a while
until Jan's state became more normal. Jan looked down at my briefs.
  "Looks like something wants out," she said. "Were you planning on
keeping those on?" she asked.
  "No...I guess not," I said.
  To be honest, I was still a bit shy about taking them off. And I
didn't know if she would like what she saw. I turned off the microphone
in my head that the moral voice was using and peeled off my briefs.
  I hungered to press my cock against her as I had thought of doing
earlier, to feel her writhe with pleasure as she pressed her clit
against its steel-hard surface.
  Jan inched closer to me, and we hugged each other. My heart rate must
have doubled as I felt her smooth skin press against mine from head to
foot.
  "I love you, Jan," I said softly.
  "I love you, Jim," she replied.
  Our lips met again. First softly and then with more hunger. I fondled
her tits as we kissed. Moments later I felt a new sensation--a woman's
fingers curled around my stiff cock.
  "Ahhh!!!!" I moaned loudly.
  "I can tell you like that," Jan said with a smile. "I've longed to get
your stiff cock in my hands. You seem to get hard every time we're alone
together. Like in the car ..."
  "I wanted you to unzip me..."
  "My crotch was wet, too." Jan said quickly. "I wanted to feel your
hands between my legs."
  "Like this..." I replied, as my wandering hands found their way back
to her most sensitive spot.
  "Mmmmm..." Jan groaned loudly, pressing her crotch against my fingers.
  We stroked and teased each other's genitals until our blood pressure
was about to go through the roof. Holding back the hood with two
fingers, I attacked the tiny hard knob of her exposed clit.
  "Ahhhh...yessss!!" Jan moaned with delight. Her hands stroked my cock
faster, blowing more fuses as the erotic voltage mounted.
  I moved my head downward and began to stimulate Jan's breast with my
lips and tongue. Then I continued south, kissing down to Jan's naval.
Without waiting for any reaction from Jan, I moved lower and was soon
well into Jan's pubic forest. For the first time I could actually see
the pleasure center that I as her lover would make sing with the music
of love.
  I glanced up at Jan. I could tell she wasn't comfortable with me
licking toward her pussy, but her intense arousal was overcoming any
inhibitions she might have had. She was past caring and focused on her
feelings at the moment.
  I soon found her love button and began to concentrate my attention on
the nerve endings there. I discovered that eating pussy was different
from anything else. It wasn't better or worse. Just different. It was
the reaction from Jan that made it worthwhile. She began to breathe
hard. Her face and breasts flushed. Her nostrils flared as she breathed.
  Jan arched her back and pushed her hips against my face. I quickened
the pace of my tongue against her clit as I fingered her tits. Jan
pushed her clit even harder against my mouth to increase the
stimulation.
  She began to moan loudly. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked
hard. Jan's whole body began to shake violently. I didn't stop.
  "Uhhhh!!!...AhhhHHHHHH," she groaned as waves of pleasure crashed
through her nervous system like an enormous erotic tidal wave. I kept my
mouth on her clit like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. She shook a
second time and pushed my head away from her groin, indicating that the
stimulation was all she could take.
  I wiped my face on my pajama bottoms and quickly crawled up to hold
her as she shook slightly from the aftermath of another tremor.
  "Oh...that...was...something else!" Jan said slowly as she caught her
breath.
  "I wanted it to be fantastic. I'll always want it to be great for
you," I said. "I'll want to be the best lover a husband can be, Jan."
  "I'm sure you will be," Jan said as she gave me a big hug. "I've
never...felt anything like this. I've never been...this wonderfully
exhausted...in my life."
  We lay there for several minutes as Jan caught her breath.
  "Give me a few minutes," Jan added moments later. "And then I'm going
to send you into orbit. I'm going to make you cum like you wouldn't
believe."
  I almost did right then, just from her promise. Instead, I excused
myself, feeling a bit self-conscious about my facial aroma. I went to
the bathroom, washed my face, and quickly returned. I wanted to be
kissable, for sure.
  Jan snuggled up against me and she slept for about half an hour. I was
eager for an orgasm of my own, but wanted to show patience and
thoughtfulness.
  Jan seemed to appreciate my unselfishness when she woke up. I kissed
her softly, and she returned my kiss as her hand crept down my stomach.
  "I'm not selfish," she said, grasping my quickly swelling organ. "I
want to make our times together good for you, too, Jim."
  "You don't have to be so gentle," I coached her as she stroked me. "I
enjoy pressure."
  Jan squeezed harder, and it felt great.
  "No part of me was off limit to your mouth," Jan noted. "I suppose
that means you're not off limits to me."
  She moved her head further down and looked at cock, which was hard and
red and bulging.
  "I've never done this before," she said.
  I was dying to feel her lips on my cock. It would be yet another dream
come true.
  Jan slowly lowered her head and took the tip into her mouth. I felt
her lips tightened around me and slide up and down a couple of times. As
she sucked the tip my whole erotic fuse box went up in smoke. Surges of
pure pleasure flowed from my cock throughout my entire body.
  "Ohhhh! That's it!...Suck it!" I moaned, far beyond control.
  Jan tried to take me deep, though I went in only a few inches. I
barely resisted the temptation to push up into her mouth. Her tongue,
lips and teeth triggered explosive sensations that pummeled every neuron
in my brain.
  "Don't come inside my mouth, OK?" she said, pausing for a moment.
  I nodded, having lost the power of speech. I could only feel her mouth
on my cock and the sensations that radiated throughout my body from her
oral stimulation.
  Jan continued to suck me lightly and I soon felt an orgasm
approaching. When I was just on the edge I withdrew myself from her and
squeezed the end of my penis hard, trying to stop the process. I didn't
succeed, and sperm oozed out and slid over my fingers. It was a mild
orgasm at best. I wiped my hand on my pajamas and pulled Jan over to me.
I was not quite as horny as before, though I wanted Jan to suck me more
or stroke my cock with her clit.
  It was not to be.
  Jan and I held each other for a short while, and then she got up to
face the day. I did as well. It was odd that when our passions were not
excited, we were still a bit modest around each other. We showered
separately and dressed alone.
  The remainder of the day found us out shopping for rings. Jan knew my
funds were limited, and seemed to be delighted with a miniature stone in
a setting from a discount house. We were both old enough that the
unrealistic wedding expectations of teenage years were no temptation to
us. We also visited some aunts and uncles and broke the news to other
family members who lived close. They were all supportive and
encouraging.

  That night we found ourselves back at the apartment thinking about
bedtime.
  "No couch for you tonight, Jim," Jan insisted. "I haven't got your
pajamas washed and I won't have you out here in this cold room."
  "What do you suggest?" I asked with a smile.
  "You go crawl in bed," she said. "You won't need any clothes. I'll be
there in a minute."
  I did as instructed.
  Moments later, Jan entered. She was wearing a small black two-piece
outfit. The top showed more of her breasts than it covered and was held
together in the middle with a tiny bow. I could see the outline of her
erect nipples. Her bottoms consisted of a ruffled pair of briefs that
came high on her hips. It was obvious that there was nothing underneath.
I caught a glimpse of stray pubic hairs peeking out from underneath.
  Jan lit two candles, turned out the overhead light, and joined me in
bed. I was fully aroused long before I felt her legs slide in next to
mine and smelled the fresh perfume on her neck.
  Our lips met, and soon our hands began to explore one another. I
pushed her top up and fondled her tits. My hungry mouth replaced my hand
as I sucked and licked her nipples till they were wet with my saliva and
hard with anticipation.
  I stroked her hot box through her flimsy panties with my hand. I
curled my fingers around the narrow strip of material that disappeared
between her legs. I slid my hand up and down along the slit, my knuckles
stroking her between her lips.
  "OOhhhhh!" she moaned. "Where did you learn that?"
  I had just thought it up on the spot. Instead of answering, I
continued to stroke her pussy, feeling the slippery wetness grow by the
second.
  "Time for you to get naked," I said as I pulled on her briefs. She
arched her back and I slid them off her butt and down her legs. Jan
shucked her top and laid back.
  I moved over and knelt between her legs, my cock standing at proud
attention. Jan reached out and stroked my swollen dick. Her touch was
not soft this time, but aggressive, urgent, almost desperate.
  "I need you," Jan said, pulling my cock toward her. I leaned forward,
my erection pressing against her pubic mound. I rocked back and forth
feeling her clit against the underside of my shaft. We were both
breathing hard.
  "That's not all I want. I want you inside me, Jim," she urged.
  I hesitated. This was in a time before AIDS, but pregnancy scared me.
And I was still thinking of saving myself for marriage--an ideal that I
had voluntarily embraced most of my adult life.
  "I've been on the pill a month," Jan said, suspecting one of the
reasons for my reluctance. "If you don't believe me, look on the night
stand."
  I turned my head and saw a plastic dispenser with some pills in it and
numbers that I presumed were days of the month marked by the tablets.
  "When we fell in love I knew we'd become lovers for real," Jan
continued. "Anyway, this way my body will be adjusted for our honeymoon
in two months."
  "Adjusted?" I asked.
  "Birth control pills do have some side effects. Most women need to let
their bodies adjust to the hormones. I've been doing quite well. But, of
course, I haven't been able to test and see if the pills work."
  Jan pressed her pelvis up against mine.
  "So if you want to put this where it belongs, I won't object," she
added.
  I still wasn't sure. I didn't want to ruin the excitement of our
honeymoon. But then again I was as horny as a man can get and still be
sane. And we were engaged.
  I continued to slide my erection against her soaked mound. I could
feel the friction of her pussy on either side. Jan arched her back and
pressed up against me, maximizing the stimulation for both of us. It was
as close to intercourse as I could get without doing the real thing.
  "Please slide inside me," Jan begged. "I need you!"
  I had planned to be satisfied with 'outer-course,' but as most of you
know, setting limits while being naked and fondling each other's crotch
is almost impossible. You always want to take it one step farther.
  I slid back and forth, hoping the friction would satisfy us both. Jan
had other plans. Till now, she had moved her hips up and then back in
response to me. I had slid my cock down and was starting to move upward
when Jan pressed her pussy against my abdomen and quickly pulled me up
toward her. My cock had nowhere to go but inside. Jan was so lubricated
that I penetrated her to half my length before I knew what happened.
  "Inside is better," Jan said with a smile. I felt her hand on my
buttocks, preventing me from backing out. "You feel so good inside! Now
make love to me."
  I realized at that moment that technically I wasn't a virgin any more.
I also had to admit that I would not have gotten to this point if I
really wanted to wait till the wedding. I also realized that this was
not an opportunity to run away from. "You're fucking," a voice from
within told me. "Go for it."
  "Make love to me, Jim," Jan persisted.
  "Gladly!" I replied.
  I pushed my massive erection into her, sliding in and out, deeper with
each stroke. The sensations were new and beyond description. I'd never
felt pressure from all directions over the whole length of my penis
before. The stimulation from her vaginal muscles was light years beyond
any masturbation I had experienced.
  "Uhhhhh!!! That feels sooooo good," Jan said as I pumped her. "How's
it for you? Tight enough?"
  "It's incredible!" I said as I slid in and out. "You've got...the
greatest pussy in the world!"
  "All for you, Jim...Ahhh...yes...I love having you inside," Jan
continued. "I've wanted to...feel this for a long time...Mmmmm..."
  "Me...too," was all I could say. I was sweating hard as I drove deep
inside her pussy. My nerve endings were on fire as I felt an orgasm
approach. I stroked faster and deeper. Every sensation I had was
concentrated in my cock and the friction of her tight love tunnel. It
felt like drilling for pure pleasure.
  "Fill...my...pussy!! I want...you...to cum," Jan said.
  "No...problem," I reassured her nearly breathless by now. "You?"
  "I will," Jan said as her hips thrust against mine. "You first."
  I pulled out all the stops and thrust several more times, then held my
pulsating cock deep inside Jan's throbbing pussy. I felt like I was in
up to her neck. Then my insides exploded. My whole body shook. I could
feel streams of sperm erupt from my cock and rocket deep inside her.
Each round of sperm triggered a lava flow of erotic sensation I could
feel throughout my whole body. I'd never had an orgasm that felt quite
like that before.
  As my pulse slowly returned to normal, I slipped my hand down and
began to fondle Jan's clitoris as I kissed her.
  "I love you," I whispered as I fingered her love button.
  "I know you do," she replied.
  Our talk ceased as her passions began to grow again. I tried to will
my penis to stay firm inside her as I continued to fondle her most
sensitive spot. Jan's passions mounted as my fingers sent erotic shock
waves through her clit. She rocked her hips against me as a blush crept
across her boobs. Her tits stood up proudly as the cauldron of passion
boiled within her.
  "Oh, God..." she said. "your cock..."
  It was coming back to life. I began to thrust her again as I stroked
her clit--showing no mercy.
  "Mmmmm...ahhhhh!" Jan groaned as I covered her mouth with my lips. I
sucked her tongue as my fingers stroked her love button and my cock
fucked her love tunnel. This triple stimulation began to drive her wild.
  "Uhhhh!!!...Don't stop!" Jan said hoarsely.
  "I won't," I reassured her. I didn't.
  Her breathing became more erratic as she approached orgasm. I pressed
my pelvis against her and rubbed her clitoris without mercy.
  "Yesssss...yessssss...ahhhhhhh!!!" Jan came jerking and gasping as
wonderful explosion of sensations catapulted through her nervous system.
Her whole body shook as her hunger gave way to wave after wave of erotic
spasms. She convulsed underneath me, feeling the full effect of multiple
orgasms and aftershocks.
  "Mmmmmmm..." she said at last, the final tidal wave of erotic energy
sinking into a foam of warmth and satisfaction. She wrapped her legs
around me and held me close. I was glad I had been able to push her over
the edge like that.
  She held me there for a short eternity. Not wanting to crush her, I
eventually backed out and repositioned myself next to her, holding her
in a warm embrace.
  Ten minutes later I got up to blow out the candles, then returned to
bed. We slept naked against each other all night, delighted about the
future together and all the good times we would share.

  Because of hectic work schedules and little vacation, Jan and I were
able to visit each other only four more times before our wedding. The
last two visits were so busy and filled with wedding plans that we
didn't have much time alone together.
  We made love once more before our wedding. It was enjoyable, but like
the incident recorded here it carried with it some awkwardness and sense
of guilt.

  We've come to enjoy married love much more. It's guilt-free and
anchored in our mutual commitment. Not only have we learned about good
sex through practice, but we have grown comfortable with each other.
There are times when we're not good lovers, but that's part of every
marriage.
  Like most people, we would do some things differently if we could turn
back the clock. But like most, we won't forget the first time.

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