My boyfriend Shane is just the absolute best. He totally respected my feelings about not wanting to do any serious messing around and compromising my morals while we were still in high school. Until I changed my mind, that is. We have been for-real lovers only four weeks now, but I can tell that the two of us are going to be 2-gether 4-ever!
At first I had wanted Shane to wait until we were married before we “did the deed.” He was cool with that. Seriously! But since both of us were over eighteen when we started dating, it got pretty hard to keep sending him home with blue balls every night. I mean, I didn’t want him to develop a serious medical condition on account of me.
All of my girlfriends, and the bio teacher at my high school, said that guys who claim they might suffer lasting physical damage if they don’t get sex are only being deceitful. But I knew for sure that Shane was in actual pain after our make-out sessions.
“You’re so goddamned hot, Katie,” he had said more than once, usually while he was lying on top of me in my parents’ basement rec room when nobody else was around. “Can’t you tell what you do to me?”
I could tell, all right. I could feel how hard his big thing would get in his pants. Shane would kind of hunch his crotch against mine while we were down there in the dark. We kept the TV on to cover up the sounds we made on the squeaky convertible sofa.
The feel of his stiff rod rubbing against my cookie always gave me a funny, dirty feeling. It wasn’t exactly the same as when I rubbed my cunny with my fingertips to make myself feel good before I went to sleep at night. When I played with myself, I did not have any urge to stick something in the wet little place between my legs. Rubbing my puffy mound was enough to satisfy me.
But when Shane rubbed the crotch of his jeans against mine, and I could feel how hard his penis was through the denim, all I could think about was letting him put that big, stiff erection inside me. He would put his tongue in my mouth and practically take my breath away as he ground against me. That always made my nipples amazingly hard. I wanted to be stuffed full of his penis at those times. I knew that was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.
Still, I managed to keep my desires under control, and so did Shane. Finally, though, the night came when he shared his true feelings with me.
“At least suck it a little,” he said. “I gotta get off tonight, or I think I’ll die.”
I felt an obligation to keep Shane from going home in misery again. Any girl who says she loves her boyfriend should be willing to ease his suffering, shouldn’t she?
“Well, I don’t guess that using my mouth would technically count as sex,” I said. “But are you sure you won’t think less of me if I do that?”
Shane reached for the front of his pants and undid himself in a hurry. “No way, Katie,” he said, breathing hard. “I totally respect you. Come on, let’s do it!”
I am proud to say that I never had seen a real, live penis before Shane took his out that night. I was not one of those nasty sluts who goes to bed with every guy she meets. This was different. Shane and I were in love, real love. That made everything we did good and pure and right.
Shane’s erection stood straight up against his body, kind of throbbing, like it had a pulse. I was a little bit surprised by it, considering how long and big around it was. I was glad that I would not have to worry about fitting it inside my virgin vagina for a few years, until we both had finished college and could get married. At least, that was what I thought at the time.
Shane held his penis in one hand, aiming it toward me. His testicles looked really big in the skin sac that hung underneath. I knew his balls must be filled with sperm and stuff. I wondered if maybe guys were like cows, who start to hurt if they don’t get milked on a regular basis.
“Come on and suck my dick, Katie,” he said, pulling on himself. The tip of his big penis was round and swollen, nearly purple. “Come on and suck me off.”
Those words might not sound very romantic, but the way Shane said them made me melt. I leaned over, opened my mouth, and put it around the head of his penis. He began thrusting his hips upward. His erection went so deep in my throat that I gasped in surprise. I backed off, stroking his stalk with one hand while I caught my breath.
He said, “I’m sorry, baby. I just got too excited. Come on, I won’t do that again. Really.” He looked so sexy, lying there with his penis all shiny with my spit.
I put my mouth back on him. I bobbed up and down his hard-on, being careful not to take too much. Even though I knew that this was not really sex–you know, not “sex sex”–it still felt really nasty and hot. I was getting warm between the legs. I knew I was wet down there.
Shane leaned back and closed his eyes while I sucked him. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve got to fuck you tonight, Katie.”
I looked up in confusion. “But what about all the things we said about waiting until our wedding night?”
He got a real sincere look on his face. “I feel like I’m already married to you, Katie. Don’t you feel that way about me?”
No girl ever has felt as cherished as I did at that moment. “Yes,” I whispered, glowing. “Yes, that’s exactly how I feel.”
“Then take off your pants for me.”
“All right, Shane.” I stood and unzipped my jeans. He helped me tug them down my hips. They were so tight that my cotton Calvin Klein panties came down with them.
Shane buried his nose in my bush. His tongue snaked out and licked my cunny. “You’re nice and wet,” he said. “I think you secretly like the idea of getting fucked tonight, don’t you?” I felt myself blushing.
He was right. I was all creamy between my legs, really turned on. I wanted him to fuck me. He pulled me onto the couch, spread my legs wide and went back for a longer taste. He rooted around between my cunt lips with his tongue, going really deep. I had to hold a hand over my mouth to keep my moans of pleasure from being too loud.
I heard myself saying, “Make love to me, Shane.”
He grinned at me. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Katie? I don’t want you doing anything just because of me.” While he was saying that, he was working two fingers in and out of my slippery hole. His thumb was flicking the sensitive little nub at the top of my slit. I was going out of my mind.
“Yes, yes, please,” I groaned. “Stick it in me! Hurry!”
He got between my legs. I felt the blunt tip of his penis probing up and down the slit of my sex. Then it was right there, right at the opening. I held my breath.
Shane plunged his thing inside my body with one thrust. I opened my mouth to cry out, but nothing escaped. Tears of joy ran down my face as he pumped his huge, thick cock in and out of my little opening. I became a woman at that moment. I was Shane’s woman, his wife in everything but the legal sense. And it felt good.
“I’m ready to come,” Shane said. “I can’t hold back.”
The next thing I knew, he had pulled his dick out of my vagina. It was spitting white gunk up onto my belly. There was a whole lot of it too. He was clenching his teeth and trembling. When no more came out, he stuck his penis back inside me for a few more thrusts.
His penis eventually went soft and slipped out of me. He left pretty soon after that.
I have heard vicious rumors since then that Shane has been having sex with other girls from school, but I don’t believe them. Every time he comes over, he says again that we are as good as married, right before he takes off his pants. That is true love, in my book. And that’s good enough for me.–K.N., Burlington, Vermont