(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?*
