My First Time - Sex Stories

My First Time

... temperature of the room had suddenly jumped. What was wrong with me? She'd only brushed my cheek. "Oh, mmm, I was just wondering if… you know," whispered Abbey softly, rubbing her fingertips slowly between my shoulder blades. It should have been a soothing, relaxing sensation, but all it was doing was getting me worked up. "If what?" I said distractedly after a moment, still pretending to find the content of the magazine utterly fascinating. I couldn't have told you what was written on that page if my life had depended on it. "Mmm, oh it doesn't matter," she replied after a few seconds, shrugging it off. Abbey had never had a problem asking me anything before, she was usually really upfront and forward about it. This really had me intrigued now. She had asked me a couple of weeks before if I shave 'down there', and after a bit of prodding and encouragement I had admitted that I did. I told her that I thought it felt cleaner and fresh and she'd just said "Oh, okay." Last week in the middle of a toenail painting session she had asked me if I masturbated, we'd had to change her duvet cover after I sprayed lemonade all over it. She'd had to wait until I was taking a drink didn't she? "No no, go on. It's ok," I said, genuinely intrigued. "You can ask me, we're friends." I wasn't sure where this was leading, but if she asked to borrow my favourite top it was going to be a real let down. "Well, I was wondering if you had ever thought another girl was… sexy." She drummed her ...

... fingertips on my back. "Well, I err, there are loads of girls at our school that are pretty good looking I suppose," I mumbled, "You know what it's like when the sun comes out. All the short skirts, skimpy tops and sunglasses." It went quiet again. That hadn't been what she meant, but I was a little nervous and had automatically deflected the question by turning it into something more innocent. "No, I mean, not that way. You know, attractive," whispered Abbey. I could feel as she shuffled a little closer to me, her breath on the side of my face, as if she wanted to make this discussion even more private even though there were only the two of us there. "I'm, not sure really, maybe," I stuttered after a second or two. It had been a serious question and I felt obliged to flash a quick look in Abbey's direction so that she didn't think I wasn't ignoring her. She had her head tilted behind looking towards her headboard, lips slightly parted. She was very beautiful, her soft golden hair flowing over her shoulders. Was she looking at my ass? 'Oh my god!' I turned back quickly, maybe she hadn't seen me, seeing her, checking me out. She was checking out my ass! 'Breathe Lizzy, in, out, in, out.' My eyes shot open as I felt Abbey's hand start to glide down the middle of my back again, ever so slowly working its way down my spine. She stopped just where my t-shirt ended. Just where a friendly back massage would end, where they had always ended. "Yeah?" she said, leaning even closer. There ...