This story, as with all of the stories I have written, is purely fictional. No accounts are to be taken literally, and all characters in this work are fictional also. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Prologue
I am 18 and still a virgin. For as long as I can remember, I have thought of sex as being special. I cannot tell you what made me this way or why I feel the way I do, there is just something inside of me that tells me it should be that way.
Whenever I meet girls online who have had sex, I become very defensive and hateful toward them. Again, I am not sure why, that is just how I am.
Now do not get me wrong here. Everyone gets horney and masturbates. But there is a fine line between fantasy and reality.
I want my first time to really mean something and be special. I do not have to be married for it to be special. I just have to be in love. I am in love.
Unfortunately, the girl I am in love with lives 500 miles away and I have never met her. To make a long story short, I met her on the internet about 3 ½ years ago and we started going out.
I loved her so much and I felt she loved me the same. But after about a year and a half of talking to her on the phone and computer, she suddenly just disappeared.
It was about 2 months before I was supposed to go down to Virginia and meet her for the first time. I was so excited and thrilled, as the day came closer and closer.
But that fateful day she left me, I will never forget.
Anyway, I call her number and after a few months of continuous calling and having to listen to someone pickup and not say anything, I got upset and expressed my anger.
"Why won't you fucking talking to me?!?," I screamed to the unknown person listening on the other end.
I threw the cell phone and began to cry.
When I regained my composure and called back, someone said "Hello" this time. I was shocked! The person on the other end sounded just like my beloved Jenova.
I explained to her that I was trying to get a hold of Jenova and she told me she was Jenova's cousin Zeldah.
After talking to Zeldah a few times, I accused her of being Jenova. She got very upset and told me to stop calling her.
The whole experience has been truly traumatizing for me.
Now I realize this is not relevant to a porn story, but it all leads up to making love in the end.
Anyhow, the more I pursued Zeldah and accused her of things, the more defensive she would become.
To this day I still cannot prove that Zeldah is Jenova, but I am going to find out this summer.
If everything works out the way I want it to, we will be together forever and this is what I imagine our first time together will be like.
I can imagine her standing there, so beautiful, the girl I have loved for so long, was about to be mine in more ways then one.
As I look deep into her sky blue eyes, I can see the lust she has for me. I can see the eternal, burning love she holds deep down inside of her.
Her soft, milky skin. Her beautiful, curvaceous figure, noticing every single one of her unique features.
I can imagine putting my arms around her, pulling her close to me as we embrace in a soft, luscious kiss.
My lips pressed tightly to hers, as I catch one last look into her eyes before I close mine. I can feel the soft, velvety surface of her mouth.
Gently I begin licking her lips, prying my tongue inside her mouth. As our tongues collide, fighting for love, I can feel the intensity deep within me.
My hands begin to roam. Over her back, squeezing her tightly.
Reluctantly, I break our kiss and look at her once again. I would run my fingers through her soft, blonde hair and touch her slightly blushing cheeks with the backs of my hands as if they were the most delicate of rose petals.
Pulling her shirt off and removing her bra I would place my hands on her magnificent globes and marvel at their beauty.
