(THE FIRST TIME)
I can still remember the first time he fucked me. Its so clear to me even now.
Two weeks after Sharons party. Mum was working late at the hospital and Byron and I were drinking dry cider and talking and listening to Bob Marley. After a while it just seemed right so we stumbled through into my bedroom and lay on top of the bed/ kissing and fumbling in the darkness.
I laid my head on the pillow and felt his hand move up my thigh. Under my skirt. His fingers sliding to you know where. Touching me through my underwear.
*Youre wet* he said.
I was so embarrassed. *Sorry.*
He laughed. *Well dont apologise.* He was smiling sweetly/ dark eyes gazing into my soul.
Thats how it felt. I thought I was going to burst into schoolgirl tears right there on the bed. All these silly emotions.
*I love turning you on Rachel.*
Oh my God. The way he said that. I could feel his knuckle moving against the soft flesh of my thigh/ the tip of his finger parting my labia through my underwear.
Closing my eyes for a moment as Byron followed the shape of my sex/ running his finger up between the folds towards my clit. Dampening that white fabric with my arousal as it drew tight between my pussy lips. He circled two fingers over my clitoris and I writhed my buttocks on the bed feeling those first stirrings.
Eyes open. *Thats nice.* The air around me cool and fresh against my skin. Inside though I was burning up. Sparked into life like Mary Shelleys monster.
Byron crawled up the bed so he could kiss me on the cheek.
*Oh dont stop.* (Did that sound desperate?)
He drew back and hiked my skirt up to my waist. With one sudden movement he dragged my knickers down as far as my ankles. I giggled and tried to kick them off over my feet but I still had my shoes on and the elastic was getting tangled up in the heels so he gave them one final tug and dropped them onto the floor. His hand tickling up the inside of my thigh/ one finger parting the lips/ slipping inside.
Oh my God. I could feel Byrons finger circling around/ poking me/ stroking over the fleshy walls/ fucking me softly/ his palm pressed up against my pubic bone.
Drawing his slippery finger out he wiped it across my belly and placed a warm palm on each of my hips. All I could see in the darkness was the glint of his eyes. All I could hear was the distant traffic. He tightened his grip and I was dragged quickly down the bed. My head was pulled completely clear of the pillow/ the back of my blouse drawn up out of my waist-band/ my hair pulled back in a tangle above me. I sniggered and he began to twist and drag and manoeuvre my body downwards until my bottom was right at the edge of the bed. I allowed my feet to drop onto the floor and opened my legs for him.
*Hang on* he said patting my thigh. He got up and walked away across the room.
*What you doing babe?*
He didnt answer.
I felt kind of exposed. Id look some fucking sight if he suddenly switched on the light to reveal me lying there/ no underwear on/ my skirt hiked up around my waist/ thighs spread wide open/ vagina gaping wet for all the world to see.
Rustling and tearing sounds as he opened a condom packet. He moved between my legs and got down on his knees. I heard the sticky sound as he rolled it on and felt the head of his penis jab against the inside of my thigh.
And without warning he penetrated me. I gasped: kind of surprised by how easily he had entered me. His cock felt big - seeming to stretch me wide open - but it didnt really hurt as such. Id always imagined that the first time would be more about pain than pleasure/ a proper pagan initiation rite/ sheets drenched in my virginal blood.
*Byron?*
*Yeah?*
*Have you... you know.. done this before?* It was strange that Id never thought to ask him this yet.
He looked at me a moment and then nodded/ his face a dim silhouette in the dark. *Uh-huh. You?*
*Im a virgin* I said.
His teeth glinted as he smiled down at me. *Not any more Rachel. I just took your cherry.*
I giggled and covered my mouth with my hand/ wondering if it was bad etiquette to laugh when a man had just put his cock inside you.
Byron held my hips and began moving it slowly in and out. *Is that ok?* he whispered.
*Uh-huh!* I lifted my knees up and wrapped my legs around his waist.
Shit. This was unbelievable. I was being penetrated. Fucked. I could feel Byrons thing sliding inside me/ hear his breath in the dark. Breathing through his nose: a nice whispery sound that made me feel warm inside.
I allowed a soft moan to escape my lips and he began to move faster/ thrusting his cock hard into me then pulling it almost fully out before thrusting deep again. I was worried he might misjudge this and accidentally slam his erection painfully into my arse so I began to use my feet like a safety barrier/ drawing him back into me each time he tried to escape. The hard heels of my shoes digging into his buttocks. A nice steady rhythm like waves crashing against the shore.
Byrons fingers tickled up round my waist and over my belly. Slipping up under my blouse they made their way straight to my breasts. I heard the change in his breath. Byrons large hands easily enveloped my tits. He began to squeeze and rub and fondle them as we fucked. Harder. Deeper. Faster. Harder. Harder. His body slammed against me.
I was just starting to take some pleasure from the rhythm of his thrusts when he stiffened and arched his back. He held this position for a few seconds - his fingers tightening around my breasts - then suddenly dropped forward on top of me/ breathing hard.
I felt hot inside/ my breasts and belly burning up with arousal. I wanted to slip my fingers down between us and touch my clit/ stroke it till I was panting and shuddering. I wanted to make myself come loudly for him/ screaming and writhing like some dirty slut in a porno video. But I was still so self-conscious/ so young. I just lay there. Fully aroused but incomplete.
