Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.
Note: If you are familiar with my work, you may have noticed the reoccurrence of Erin in a few of my stories. I did really date Erin in high school, she really did dump me at the beginning of our senior year and we really never got beyond second base. The stories that have featured her are, like so many others I've written, fantasies I've had in lieu of ever actually getting her naked and enjoying the pleasures of her flesh. I can't say that this will be the last one featuring her; I'm sure she will continue to visit my fantasies and reveal herself to me in new ways.
What a way to spend the holidays. Michelle and I had spent part of the night on Christmas, after exchanging gifts, talking about breaking up. We'd decided against it and were planning to work things out, then decided on New Year's Eve to break up anyway. We'd been dating since shortly after I'd graduated from high school, but once I'd gone off to college, things had gotten rocky. Breaking up was actually probably the best thing in the end, but I sure didn't feel that certain about it as the new year started. The last thing I probably needed was Erin complicating things; she'd dumped me at the start of our senior year in high school and had been wishy-washy about whether she felt it was the right thing for over a year since. She was home on Christmas break, too, and when she called me to get caught up on our respective first semesters at college, naturally she asked how things were going with Michelle.
She seemed more distressed than I was when she learned of the decision that we'd made, but I started to question her sincerity when she called me up a little while after we'd hung up to invite me up to her parents' house to watch a movie that night. She claimed that she was just concerned about my well-being and I figured I had nothing to lose, so I accepted her invitation. I was surprised when I arrived to find that we were the only ones there; her parents and little sister had gone to see some relatives for the evening. I was further surprised when she told me that she'd received tickets to Les Miserables on Broadway for Christmas and wondered whether I'd be interested in going with her, presumably because I was going to school in NYC and knew my way around. When I hesitated, she told me that there were no strings attached and that she was just hoping to glom off my knowledge of the city for an afternoon. Again I figured I had nothing to lose, so I accepted.
We settled in to watch the movie and it really was just like back when we were dating again, except without the threat of a parent or sister interrupting us. It wasn't long before we were making out and ignoring the movie. We'd never made it beyond second base when we'd been dating but I didn't think tonight was the occasion to try to push it, so I was content to suck her tongue and fondle her petite boobies through her blouse again. She didn't try to push it, either, so when the night drew to a close, we were probably both a little bit fired up and I will admit that I harbored a bit of hope that I'd gotten her worked up enough to give her something to think about while she lay in bed that night. The only other thing I did was squeeze her ass a little as I kissed her goodnight.
It was a Saturday evening performance that she was taking me to a few days later, so we dressed up pretty nicely for a couple of college kids. I will admit that she was looking pretty stunning in a red silk blouse and snug black skirt with her long black hair worn loose about her shoulders. We took the train into Penn Station, then got on a subway heading uptown. The weather wasn't bad for early January, so we took a walking tour of the campus before heading over to my dorm room. It was kind of weird to be in the dorm, which was usually a hub of activity, and have it be so quiet, but it did end up being conducive to what we spent our time there doing. We shed our coats and sat on the edge of my bed and were very quickly making out again. It seemed by mutual, unspoken agreement that we started to recline and, after kicking off our shoes, were soon completely horizontal on my bed.
Naturally, my hand soon ended up on her perky tits, though this time I unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her hard nipples through her black bra before popping open the front clasp of that, as well. It had been a long time since my hand had felt the soft, smooth bare flesh of her tits and probably equally as long since I'd seen them or licked and sucked her nipples. Consequently, I was soon kissing my way down her neck and along her collarbone before taking a quick peek at her tits, her hard nipples and her small, pink areolas. My mouth was soon alternating from one nipple to the other, flicking them with my tongue or sucking them gently between my lips. Erin's response was of somebody who was thoroughly enjoying having her nipples licked and sucked. Since she seemed really into it, I went ahead and ran my one hand from her bare waist down along her ass and upper thigh until I found the hem of her skirt. As I continued to work on her nipples with my lips and tongue, I started to slide my hand up under her skirt.
I was pleasantly surprised when, not only didn't she stop me, but she actually spread her legs to allow me easier access. My only concern was that I didn't have much experience with pantyhose and how to deal with them, which ended up not being a problem when I reached the top of her stockings and found that they were clipped to an elastic strap. When I realized what I had encountered, I raised my head and looked at Erin who had opened her eyes to see why I had abandoned her nipples.
"You're wearing garters!" I exclaimed, stating the obvious. When she nodded, I asked, "Can I take a look?"
She nodded again so I moved down to kneel between her legs and slowly slid her skirt up until I saw the pale flesh of her upper thighs between the tops of her stockings and the black bikini panties she'd pulled up over the garters. I leaned down, intending only to kiss that exposed flesh but, when she reacted with a squirm and a moan, I ended up kissing the front of her panties before pulling them aside. Her black bush was trim and neat but I only admired it for a moment, never having seen it before, then lowered my head while jutting out my tongue and licked up her slit. She was practically overflowing with pungent juices and moaned again as I ran my tongue up the length of her pussy before focusing it on her clit. Once I'd slipped a finger into her snug, slippery pussy and started to lick her clit, she let out a louder, much longer moan and gripped my head in her hands.
My cock was throbbing as I devoured Erin's pussy but I wasn't even considering fucking her at that point. I'd obviously need relief before we left my dorm room, but the fact that she was wearing stockings with garters and bikini panties and I was eating her pussy was so much more than I had been expecting already that I would have been more than content with a handjob. Making her cum wasn't even my primary concern as I was licking and sucking her clit while fingering her tight hole; I was just relishing that I had been given the opportunity to do what I was doing. I glanced up, making sure to etch every detail into my memory and saw her pink nipples aiming at the ceiling, topping her pale breasts. Beyond that, her green eyes were hidden behind her eyelids, but her mouth was open as she moaned continually louder. I looked back down at her trim black bush and glanced around at the garter belt, garters and stocking tops, still thinking how surreal the whole thing was.
Her hips were starting to rock faster toward my face as I felt her pussy becoming even more engorged and slippery around my probing index finger. I was pleased that it looked like she was definitely going to cum but, at the same time, I wasn't sure that I was ready to be done eating her pussy. I had a feeling, though, based on what she'd selected to wear and what she was currently feeling, that this wasn't going to end up being my only opportunity. With that in mind, I focused on getting her the rest of the way to an intensely pleasurable orgasm.
She started tensing up as though she was almost there, but not quite, so I continued what I was doing until she let out a wail and her whole body began to shake. I could feel fresh juices flooding her pussy as she came and lapped them up as they seeped around my finger. As her convulsions tapered off to tremors, then to the occasional aftershock, I raised my head, slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth and let her panties slide back over her bush. While she lay there recovering, I moved up to lie beside her, watching her tits as her chest heaved until she'd caught her breath.
"That was the first time somebody else ever gave me an orgasm," she confessed, breathlessly, turning her face toward mine, her green eyes glowing. "In fact," she continued, "I had my very first orgasm after you left the night that we watched that movie." My feeling of incredulity must have shown on my face because she went on to explain that I'd left her feeling so worked up that even the guilt that her parents had ingrained in her for any feelings of sexuality was overcome by her desire. She'd lain in bed touching herself and pretending it was me until she'd felt an explosion of pleasure unlike anything she'd experienced before. She'd further masturbated every night since then and vowed to do whatever it would take to have orgasms produced by me, as well as to provide me with some herself.
"Now," she went on, "I want you to make love to me, to take my virginity and to have another orgasm with you inside me."
