(Let me tell you all about how I met my first wife. She herself can tell you it's a true story. My ex-wife can tell you how it all began. She still has the broken condom as a souvenir to prove it. On the day in question we were both eighteen, and we were still both virgins. A first time for everything, I suppose.)
The curtains were drawn. My heart was beating like the proverbial drum.
I had never done anything like this before, go against my parents.
I glanced in the hall mirror as I waited for Davey to come.
I let the robe slip off my shoulders and looked at the curves as they rounded onto my bum and then down my long silky smooth legs.
My lips shone and my blue mascara looked wicked with the long plump lashes. My long curly hair dangled onto my slender shoulders.
My firm breasts were on fire with anticipation and the nipples tingling at the thought they were about to be kissed and sucked on for the very first time.
The phone on the kitchen wall began to ring. I knew it was my mother checking up on me. She said she would be phoning around noon to check up on me.
I scampered into the kitchen quickly, not daring to allow it to go into voice mail. There was no way I was going to risk my mother getting worried and coming home. Davey was due any minute. The thought she might find her virgin daughter making love for the very first time to some horny young boy would probably send her off the deep end. In her strict and Christian mind, I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage.
"Hi mom."
"Debbie. You taking the cough syrup and flu medication like you're supposed to?"
"Yes," I blurted out, making my voice nasal and heavy to prolong the charade I was sick when in actual fact there was nothing at all wrong with me.
"How are you feeling now?"
"Derrible bom, jus' derrible."
"Well, I'll be stopping by the take out on my way home from work to bring you home some rich chicken soup. How did you answer the phone so fast, you're supposed to be upstairs in bed?"
"On the couch resting."
"Oh, fine. You rest. I'll be home in five hours."
"Bye bom."
"Bye."
I felt like shit lying to my mom, but I had just turned eighteen and for some reason I seemed to be horny all the time. I was so desperate to know what it felt like to have a boy's cock inside of me that I had made up this whole 'stay home from school' sick scam just so I could give up my virginity to my boyfriend Davey.
My mom knew I had been innocently dating Davey for six months. What she didn't know was that I was about to go behind her back and give up my virginity.
In many ways I was just like most brand new eighteen year old girls, thinking I had become old enough to handle just about anything. But I was very inexperienced at sex and the matters of the heart. My mom was adamant that as a good Christian girl, I should be saving myself for marriage. But I had other ideas, and seeing as how Davey was so wonderfully handsome, with dreamy muscles and a six pack to die for, I was all hot and bothered at the prospect of getting it on with him.
Davey would be hopping the fence and coming to the back door, so nosy neighbors wouldn't see him coming. From there, I would be sneaking him in through the kitchen, then up the stairs to where we would take pleasure in each other's arms for the next two hours, leaving us three hours to spare before my mom came home with my soup.
I took out the box of condoms and ripped open the top. Then I pulled one out and tried to tear the end off with my teeth, but it wouldn't give way. I then took out a scissors and clipped the edge to open it. The end of the wrapper finally came off and I pulled the slippery condom out. It was moist with lubricant, and I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this! I shoved it into my hair band. I wanted to make sure that no matter how carried away we got, I would at least be protected from becoming pregnant.
The back door was suddenly being knocked on. Davey was here at last! I remained naked, not bothering with the robe discarded on the floor.
I made my way past the living room and kitchen until I reached the wooden oak door. Then I flipped the lock and turned the door knob, pushing the door until it opened.
He said nothing as he slipped by me, and in a way, I guess it made him feel uneasy sneaking around back doors and hopping fences like some kind of criminal.
"Hi Deb," he says, turning to kiss me. He is obviously anxious and begins to paw me like he is some dog in heat.
"Slow down," I whisper. "We have a few hours. Take it easy. Let's savor the moment." I say that because I want my loss of virginity to be a special occasion.
"You have really nice breasts," he whispers back, and it is right there and then I realize that perhaps we should have taken things in stages. He had, after all, never seen my breasts before, or my curvy ass.
He is on fire, and rubs my bum like a wild man. I am overwhelmed and suddenly feel my temperature rise. His hands are rough and tumble, but amazingly sweet. I moan and he is inspired to go further.
"Take it easy," I beg. "I know you want to get right to it, but neither of us have done it before, so we should make it last."
He is all hot and bothered and guesses that my breasts will be the spark plugs that ignite my body into flames of passion and total surrender. He guesses right. No man has ever kissed my breasts before and his mouth on my nipples is exhilarating. He sucks them wildly, making them stiff and turned on. Then he nibbles on them gently with his teeth and I am out of my mind with desire. I close my eyes and keep them closed for the next five minutes as his mouth works its magic over top my tantalized breasts, kissing, sucking and licking until I groan and shiver in this crazy ecstasy that literally consumes me.
I suddenly feel this moistness pressing against my hip, and as I finally open my eyes, I am amazed that the tip of his cock head is rubbing on me. He has somehow managed to take off all his clothes without me knowing it while he had been working on my breasts.
I am in a full blown panic. His baby making virgin penis is stiff as iron. It is also oozing oodles of pre-cum mere inches from my hungry vagina. I take the condom from my hair and place it with trembling fingers onto his cock head, then roll it along his shaft. It fits nice and snug. I check the reservoir tip. It is intact and I feel fully protected. For me to have a baby now would spell the end of my world as I know it. Not only would I be kissing college goodbye, but I would be kicked off my church choir and my mother would be out of her mind, probably tossing me onto the street.
Seeing as how it was his first time making love as well, I hadn't expected him to be so skilled at exciting me. Nor had I expected him to be so wonderfully aggressive, or efficient at making me supremely horny. But he had managed to make me pant hot and heavy, with my large pointy boobs heaving up and down as his mouth worked on them unabated.
"Damn you, Davey," I shrieked. "You've really turned me on! Now I just can't help myself!"
I brushed the lettuce and tomatoes onto the floor and leapt up onto the kitchen table, pulling him by the hair until his face ravished my breasts once again.
I tilted my bum forward to the edge of the table, letting my feet spread apart and cling to it upright, exposing the pink, moist tunnel of my quivering vagina.
His cock head suddenly pressed against it, slowly stretching the virgin opening wider as he pushed all the way in, making me gasp as my hymen broke and a tiny spatter of blood trickled onto my thighs. Still, I didn't feel much pain. It was mostly pure pleasure, rocking my world and making my whole body shiver.
