Georgie's Road - Sex Stories

Georgie's Road

... but, I don't know if I can take...'

She paused, and her face creased up, and she raised her hand to her mouth, and tears come to her eyes.

'What's wrong,' I said, and I touched her arm.

'I don't know,' she said, 'I just... I've waited so long and... I'm sorry.'

She started to cry. I put my arms around her and she held onto me, sobbing, for a long time.

Presently she sniffed and reached up and wiped her nose.

'Sorry,' she muttered.

'Don't be,' I said.

'It's just... ancient history.'

'You don't have to tell me anything.'

'I know,' she said and managed a smile. 'Fuck you, pal. You're just my boyfriend.'

I grinned.

Georgie looked down for a moment, gathering herself together, then she sniffed and looked up at me and wiped her nose again.

'Can we... have sex?' she asked tentatively. 'Like... normal sex?'

'You want to?'

I held Georgie's bare shoulders. She looked so young, and yet so sad. My heart was pounding. She had never told me why she had never wanted to do this, and I'd thought it was not my business. But here she was, asking me to do it.

'I dunno,' she said. 'I want to try. I mean... have you got it in you?'

'For you,' I said, 'I'll do anything.'

She smiled.

'Okay,' I said, 'I mean... we can do this, but first, I have ...

... to, you know. Clean myself.'

She nodded. I leaned forward and kissed her.

'I'll be right back,' I said.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where I ducked into the shower and thoroughly cleaned myself from the waist down. The last thing I wanted to do was give my girlfriend a UTI from sheer carelessness.

It took about five minutes, including the towelling off. When I darted back into the bedroom and slid into bed next to Georgie, she was lying there, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was already regular.

I looked at her. She looked so peaceful. As I pulled the quilt over us, she reached for me and skooshed herself towards me. I put my arms around her. She twined her legs between mine.

'Sorry,' she mumbled sleepily. 'Maybe tomorrow.'

I held her in my arms and felt her slender body against mine, her shallow breasts against my chest, our naked legs wrapped together. She wriggled over, so that her back was against my chest, and my groin was resting up against her smooth bum. I moved my hands down to her waist and she made a contented little sigh.

It was my favourite place to be: in bed, naked, with someone I loved, and at peace.

'No hurry,' I said. 'When you want.'

She made a pleased noise in the back of her throat, and I closed my eyes.