A multitude of candles shed flickering light in the warm dark bedroom. On the dresser, the dancing light shone on an empty wine bottle and two used glasses.
The heady scent of the scented candles filled the room, only just masking the odour of sexual activity.
Supine on the rumpled sheets of the bed, a naked middle aged woman was catching her breath. A fine sheen of perspiration, glistening in the candlelight, covered her body.
Her hair was ruffled and the ends were damp from contact with her body.
The sheets and her thighs were wet from her juices.
There was a trail of semen from between her breasts down to her pubic hair, and more semen was leaking from her still engorged love tunnel.
That woman was me, Emily. I've just had one of the best sex sessions I've ever had. Apart from the slight ache in my thighs from having them apart for so long, I felt great. My body was still tingling all over.
How I got here is a very long story, so get yourself a drink and some snacks.
Chapter One - The Early Years
My early childhood was normal. I grew up with my parents in a small terraced house, went to a local school
and played in the street.
Things changed when I was seven. We moved from the small terraced house to a huge Victorian mansion in its own grounds. This place was amazing with many huge rooms, but it was not in very good repair. It was cold and damp most of the time, but I was having so much fun exploring the house and grounds to care.
The other major difference was that there were always visitors. My parents were actors although I cannot ever remember them working and the visitors were all performers of some sort. There were actors, musicians, magicians, and circus performers. They treated the house like an hotel. Some would stay for a night or two and others would be there for weeks.
I became fascinated by them, amazed at the way they performed. It didn't make me want to follow their professions but it gave me a passion for watching the performing arts that is still with me.
My schooling suffered because all I wanted to do was be at home with all the amazing people there. Even when I went to secondary school, I took little interest. There were no boys in my life. The other girls seemed to talk about boys all the time but I thought they were boring, even the ones in the drama group.
I left school at sixteen with few qualifications and got a job as a cashier at a local supermarket.
At home I got on well with most of the visitors, but only made one friendship as most were not there for long. Phoebe was the person I got along with the most. She would be away for two or three months then back for a fortnight. When she was back and not working we spent most of our free time together. She was probably ten years older than me but never talked down to me and treated me as an equal.
Life went on until my eighteenth birthday. I went to work as normal and had the usual Happy Birthday sung to me and a cake with a candle on it. It was a great few minutes of joy before the dullness of a working day.
When I got home I was surprised with a party. I dashed upstairs to change from my working uniform into jeans and a tee shirt. I could hear the group playing as I came back down the stairs.
It was a wild party, lots of music, dancing and drinking. In the dark corner of the room I saw a couple kissing and he had his hand up her skirt and she was wriggling about. It was only a brief glimpse as people were dancing all over.
About halfway through the evening, I was given a birthday gift. They had all clubbed together to buy me a years membership to the friends of our local theatre. This gave me free or discounted tickets to the shows and meetings with the cast afterwards. It was a really emotional moment for me as it was a very thoughtful gift. I had tears in my eyes as I thanked them.
Sadly Phoebe wasn't there and I truly missed her. I didn't see her again for a couple of weeks.
When she came back, she was really happy.
"You are so happy, Phoebe." I said. What has happened?"
"I have a new man."
"Wow!. Tell me more."
"His name's Rob and he's a scenery designer. He's absolutely amazing and really good in bed."
"That's too much information." I laughed.
"Nothing wrong with good sex. You can't beat that feeling when he pushes his cock into you, feeling your pussy being opened up, can you?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Are you still a virgin?"
"Yes."
" Why."
"I've never met anybody I would want to do it with."
"You are missing out on a lot of pleasure. It's intense to have a guy thrusting between your thighs. You don't have to love a guy to have sex with him. Just pick a man and let him fuck you. Believe me, it's great and you'll enjoy it."
"I'm not sure about that."
That part of the conversation ended. As we were going to our rooms, Phoebe said.
"Don't forget what I told you about getting yourself fucked."
"I won't."
Phoebe's words stuck in my head. Was it really that much fun? I couldn't imagine it.
I was distracted at work with Phoebe's words running through my mind. Was it really as good as she said? Did I really want to do it? I was content with my life but there was no intense passion in it like Phoebe had.
If I did want to have sex, how would I set it up. I couldn't just go up to a guy and ask him to fuck me, although he probably would. That just wasn't me. There was a drummer, Phil, in one of the bands who kept on asking me out and I kept turning him down. I didn't like him very much.
Eventually I decided that I'd have to see if Phoebe was right. When Phil next turned up he asked me out. He nearly fell over in shock when I agreed.
The next night we went to the pub and had a few drinks. I wasn't drunk but I certainly wasn't sober. He was OK to talk to as long as we were talking about him and the band.
On the way back he put his arm round me and slipped his hand up to fondle my breast over my clothes. We stopped to kiss once or twice which was pleasant but didn't fire any real passion in me.
When we got back we went down to the basement. There is a room down there that anybody can use. The rule is that if the door is shut, keep out. I'd never been down there.
The door was open so we went in and closed the door. We sat on the sofa and he put his arm round me and kissed me. I enjoyed it and kissed him back. He slipped his hand under my jumper and fondled my tits and I felt a small tingling between my legs. I wondered if this was the start of great sensations to come.
After a few minutes of this he said.
"I want to fuck you."
"OK." I replied.
"Take your jeans and knickers off then." He said, standing and unfastening his trousers.
By the time I'd got my clothes off, he had got his off and was rolling a condom onto his erect cock.
That was the first time I'd seen one and it looked huge to me. I didn't know how that would go inside me but I remembered Phoebe talking about being opened up so I hoped it would be OK.
As he pushed my legs apart and knelt between them, I trembled at the thought of the pleasure I was going to get. I assumed that him being a member of a rock band would mean that he would have had sex with a lot of girls and be good at it.
