I tugged on the flimsy elastic band at the top of her panties and started to peel them from her body. It was late, and I was tired, but motivation was plentiful. What a night, high school graduation, and what a party! We had spent 3 or 4 hours at a friends place with half of our graduating class, saying sentimental goodbyes and spending a few lingering moments before we all went off to our respective lives. Most of us heading to college, some to the military, and still others to less glamorous callings as life would play out. Right now, however, there was this last celebration for myself and Tiffany, my girlfriend and best friend for most of my senior year.
Tiffany and I hid ourselves in her parent's basement, on a fold-out sofa-bed. Thank God her parents had not heard us come in, meaning there would be no need to check on us as we torridly pulled the clothes off of each other. Sure, we were both 18 and technically adults, but her parents were deeply religious, my parents were overprotective, and despite the fact that next fall we would both be hundreds of miles away at the universities of our choosing and living on our own, for now our parents though of us a kids.
Tiffany and I had dated for most of the year, and I know I loved her as much as any 18 year old could be in love. I was naïve and un-experienced, but Tiffany had turned into my best friend over the past 8 months. Never mind that she was a true beauty, sexy to the core, she was simply more fun to be with than my male high school friends. And we were both virgins, so our clumsy time in intimate situations had all the electricity and awkwardness that made high school romances so fun and unique.
We had progressed our relationship slowly and with due hesitation to make sure we both were comfortable with uncharted territories. In fact, the progress had been terribly slow in my opinion. Tonight there was more urgency in the air with all the preceding events of the day. Tonight we found ourselves on the edge of new ground... I was about to move her panties down her legs for the first time ever!
This was it, the furthest we had ever gone. Prior to tonight, the panties had always stayed on as a safeguard. She had let me rub her thru the thin silk or cotton guarding her sex, but never had I been allowed even a finger under that fragile border. On several occasions, while rubbing and dry humping, I know she had reached orgasm and it was incredible to me how thoroughly soaked her panties had become. On one occasion she came while I was still wearing my pants and there was a very large soaked spot on my khakis. They were so wet, in fact, that I asked her about it... I seriously thought that perhaps she had lost her bladder! Tiffany was offended by my question, and clearly embarrassed, and I was obviously too inexperienced with the female sexual response so I dropped it and apologized. Tiffany took several weeks to recover from that incident and get back into the swing of things, and I had learned to more tactfully handle those situations!
Things had continued to progress, and I knew she would not resist tonight, so I looped my thumbs under the sides of her thong. I pulled them down in a way that I thought would be more romantic, but awkward as usual, I ended up having to yank and twist them to get them off!
Immediately I noticed, even though the room was dark and only had moonlight to illuminate the space, that her pussy was nothing like those I had studied in the magazines of Hustler and Penthouse. Those models had been shaved, trimmed, and even pierced. Tiffany had a more natural look, more hair, no jewelry. It was not shocking or unappealing, but instead looked natural and raw, even inviting!
I was starring at her nakedness, and Tiffany tugged on my hands. I quickly broke my trance and we both laughed, nervously, but the lust quickly overcame the embarrassment and she dropped on top of me.
We kissed, hard and wet, and grabbed at each others backs. Her soaked pussy slid up and down the side of my leg, and I urged her body over so that it was more centered and my penis was only inches below her sex. My dick had never been so hard nor had my balls ever ached so deeply, and when her pussy finally settled on top of me I thought I would cum immediately. Without penetrating herself, she rubbed her vagina up and down the length of my cock, slowly, and I bit her neck and earlobes.
I tried pulling her upward, so that my dick would be positioned at her opening, but this was moving to fast for Tiffany. She stayed where she was, and crushed her cunt on my cock as she whispered in my ear, "We can't have sex."
"What!" I asked?
"Not tonight," she replied. "I'm not ready, but I don't want to stop either."
Her voice was laced with indecision and nervousness. I did not want to push her... I respected her too much.
"Well what do we do, then?" I asked. My own voice was clearly full of frustration and she could tell I was slightly out of patience.
"Want to try oral?" she asked. "We can do that if you want."
She had given me head before, but I believe it was only to keep my pacified so I would not continually pester her for intercourse. The few times she had done it, it was both erotic and clumsy, and I had cum more from the thought of what she was doing that from the actual stimulation. The first time was embarrassing for me, as her mouth had barely touched my cock when I exploded all over her face. She recoiled in shock and disgust, but her first taste of cum at least introduced her to the reality of it. She later admitted later that she didn't mind the taste and so the next few times I came in her mouth. She was a sport, and I loved her for the effort!
Tonight, however, she had something else in mind. I had not answered her prior question yet, so she simply stood up and repositioned herself. We were now in the 69 position and her cunt was hovering over my face. I was so hypnotized by the moment that I barely noticed her mouth working my cock and her hand on my balls. I barely had sense enough to reach up and pull her dripping pussy to my mouth. Maybe that was why she simply lowered herself to my lips and I tasted my first woman.
I had no idea what I was doing. I licked, and I sucked in randomness. I let my fingers explore and eventually we found a rhythm in the confusion. I eventually used my fingers to open her vaginal lips so that my tongue could better access her clitoris. Finally I realized our rhythm was actually HER rhythm, as she humped my face. I simply stuck my tongue out and she used it as she desired. It was only a few seconds longer and her body froze, yet shuddered in its stillness.
I heard her exhale and then moan deeply as she released my cock from her mouth so she could concentrate on her own pleasure. Still trembling as her orgasm rose to full strength, her body then relaxed and collapsed onto mine, her cunt smothering my mouth and nose. Her wetness, already saturating my face and neck, now became even more fluid. As her body rose to allow her more motion over my lips and tongue, her vagina dripped... even surged with moisture. It dripped from her folds and pubic hair. Her trickled down the sides of her legs, until gravity pulled it to where the sheets met her quivering legs. It puddled underneath my neck and leaked into my mouth and nostrils as I tasted and drank her orgasm with thirst and overwhelming passion.
I had no idea what had taken place that night, only that it was erotic beyond my young understanding. I came only seconds later, as she took my dick back into her mouth and virtually swallowed the length of it. My own release was overwhelming for her, and it made a mess of its own as it leaked from her sweet mouth. In exhaustion we collapsed to each others side, and fell asleep for a few minutes. Later, I drove myself home and let my mind linger on the soggy climax I had witnessed, but without comprehension.
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As much as I tried, a repeat performance was not to happen. Our summers went quickly as we vacationed with our families and prepared for college. Later, we moved to opposite corners of the country and pursued degrees and careers and our relationship became the thing of high school memories.
At first I took her drizzling orgasm in stride, believing that I now understood how women's bodies acted during climax. It would be several years and a few partners into my college experience before I would realize the truth, that Tiffany was a rare gem. I never met another woman capable of the all too elusive female ejaculation. While I did have some expert and adventurous sex partners while at the university, none of them delivered anything near the shower that Tiffany had given me.
