I remember our first time together. It was mid-August 2007, and hotter than usual- the temperature still approaching 110 around 8pm. Arizona was often stupidly hot like that, and this summer had certainly been no exception.
We hadn't been together very long, but I already felt closer to you than I'd ever really felt to anyone else- a feeling I cherished; perhaps foolishly. We were still deep in the stage of perfection: no fights yet and the belief that there would be none, and as we snuggled together on the couch, I knew I wanted you then and there.
I wasn't sure how to say it though: despite not being a virgin, I was still pretty inexperienced in the world of sex. But that night, with the air conditioning going full-bore in my small apartment, things would change.
I burrowed closer to you with a shiver, trying to figure out how to express what I was longing for. Finally, I settled on a kiss.
Normally when we kissed, it was just that- a kiss. More than a peck on the cheek, to be sure, but certainly less than devouring each other with our mouths. Tonight, however, the kiss, though nervous on my end, was full of a hunger I was almost unfamiliar with.
I've never met a kiss that sent electric chills down my spine, like the sort of crappy clichΓ©s romance novels are so fond of, but this kiss was close. Starting strung with nerves, it quickly developed into something more: a soul-deep hungry taste-fest of sensation that left me panting when we finally pulled apart, and wet with sweat and arousal. I wanted you, and more by the second, so when your hand led mine to the opening of your jeans, I undid the zipper without even a thought and reached in to caress your slowly hardening erection. It felt amazing in my hand; hot and stiff and silky-smooth, and I found myself licking my lips imagining the feel of it inside me.
Then, suddenly, I realized your hand had reached under my skirt as I felt you rubbing your fingers against my sheer white panties, pushing them in between my shaved lips and stroking them in circles around my clit. I moaned and arched into your fingers as your mouth came down on mine, still running my hands across your now completely hard cock. The light friction against my clit increased in pressure as your head traveled from my mouth downward to my sensitive neck, leaving me moaning and gasping for air against the multitude of rushing sensations.
You pulled away for a moment, but before I had a chance to be worried, I discovered why. My shirt disappeared quickly, followed shortly by my bra, skirt, and panties. I hadn't stopped rubbing your hardness, and with you moaning I quickly slipped the jeans and boxers off your wonderful body.
Then, with no thought but your satisfaction in my mind, I slipped your rock-hard cock into my warm, wet mouth.
Licking all around it and moistening it for what I was about to do, I suddenly and unexpectedly swallowed your whole length deep into my throat. You let out a sharp moan of pleasure, and I bobbed my head up and down your entire length for a few moments, lapping and sucking; pulling back until only the tip was in my mouth, then driving it deep into my throat and pulling back again. Your moans were becoming frantic, and out of the corner of my eye I could see you holding the couch with a death-like grip. That was when I slowed the pace down.