My First Time (Spacing Corrected) - Sex Stories

My First Time (Spacing Corrected)

... immediate and positive. I unbuttoned my blouse and took his hand, guiding it under my bra. It was obvious that it was not going to work very well with my bra fastened because there simply wasn't enough room for my breast and his hand at the same time. I sat up for a moment and unhooked my bra. In an instant, his hand was on my breast, probing, feeling, rubbing and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The feeling was so exquisite that I could scarcely contain my feelings. His touch sent tingly feelings throughout my body, down to my tummy and into my bottom. It was so heavenly that I willed it to go on forever. He stroked and massaged for several minutes, and finally pulled his hand back. By now, I was in such a state of arousal that I hardly believed it myself when I asked if he wanted to feel the rest of me. Predictably, he agreed without hesitation, and began stroking my bare tummy under my blouse. I was wearing slacks with a zipper down the side, so while he was playing with my tummy, I unbuttoned the band and slid the zipper down. Dean heard the zipper go down, and instantly moved his hand down toward my bottom. I felt the tingly feeling in my tummy as he worked his hand down, down, down. Just as he encountered my hair, he stopped. "You have hair!" I couldn't resist the giggle that rose up. "What did you expect?" “Well, I just thought that since girls didn't have a beard, they wouldn't have hair any place else either.” I began to realize just how innocent and ...

... inexperienced he really was. He quickly recovered from his discovery, and continued his exploration. Shortly, I felt his probing fingers reach the upper most part of my vaginal opening. "Be really careful, you're inside me," I whispered. He was careful, gently probing his fingers into my dripping opening. Since he was coming from above, and my slacks and panties considerably restricted his arm, he couldn't get a very direct approach to me. His fingers just penetrated the opening and only slightly into me. Even so, the feeling was unlike anything I ever experienced. I ground my bottom into the divan, trying to adjust his fingers to where they felt the best. He obviously didn't know what to do, so he just ran his fingers up and down my slit. The feeling was so intense that I finally had to stop him for fear that I would want to just keep going and g-o-i-n-g! I could tell that it was with the utmost reluctance that he pulled his hands out of my panties. We reluctantly agreed that it was time to go to bed. My room was on the second floor, next to Dean's room. He came into my bedroom, and held me in his arms for a long time. This would be the last time we would kiss good night for at least three months. I could see the unasked question on his face. Right at that moment, if he had asked to sleep with me, I'm not sure what the answer might have been. After several minutes, he quietly went out and softly closed the door. The next morning I got up and quietly opened my door. Dean's door was ...