Authors Note: This is my fifteenth story and it’s a mix of fact and fantasy. I wrote it when Travis and I were first living together and hadn’t yet had sex, although we’d done plenty of other equally enjoyable things *grins* This is my fantasy of what our first time would be like.
As always, comments are always more than welcome and please take a look at my other stories!
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We’ve been together for a month and a day now, and what a month it’s been! It’s like an emotional high when I’m in his arms. He’s so new to relationships and all that they entail, but he’s so amazing you’d think he was an old pro at it all.
He intuitively seems to know all the emotional and physical things to make me happy.
The distance is our only obstacle. It’s hard for both of us to survive only seeing each other on the weekends. So when we do see each other we make the most of it.
We restrained ourselves at first, both wanting this to be more than something physical, both wanting to see if the emotional foundation was strong enough to support the physical aspects that abounded around us.
Once we were both secure in the emotional connection we shared, things started getting physical.
With a kiss and a single touch he can make my body react instantly. He is the only man who has ever been able to turn me on so much by touching, rubbing, pinching or sucking on my nipples.
For personal health reasons sexual penetration isn’t an option for us right now, which leaves us both with manual and oral stimulation, which is fine with both of us.
I’ve always been a clit girl, I LOVE having my clit played with, rubbed, licked, sucked, anything and I’m a multiple orgasm girl too so I can have my clit played with for a half hour or more and just keep cumming again and again and again.
When we’re together, every touch, every kiss, every little bit of physical contact feeds into our strong physical and sexual connection to one another.
When we’re apart, all I seem to be able to think about is his touch, his kiss, the smell of his warm skin, how good he feels laying against me and how much I want to feel his body next to mine again.
It’s Wednesday night. I’m sitting at my computer knowing in about 49 hours I’ll be with him again, and all I can think is how much I wish he were here right now to hold me, touch me, kiss me, and make me feel so incredibly good.
I sit and try to imagine what it’ll be like with us the first time we have sex. How he’ll feel inside me.