This is a continuation of a fictional first time story between two young (over 18) friends. Although this chapter could be read alone, it would likely be helpful to read the first two chapters. I know the writing style will not please all. I try to offer a more realistic approach, with out 9" members and DD tits, so if you prefer these items this may not be your "cup of tea". Thanks for all the positive feedback and constructive help.
You stand there unsure what to do or say. I eye you from head to foot, again letting out a long sigh, then quietly ask if your ok? You nod almost afraid to speak and then suggest that maybe you should go to the bathroom and get cleaned up worried that this may have gone too far. I ignore your statement and quietly ask you to come closer and you do. I then ask you to climb on the bed and you do. Then looking you in the eyes ask "Val please gently place one leg on each side of my head, facing my feet so that your legs are not on my broken arms. You hesitate, then without a word you climb over me sitting inches from my mouth as I see for the first time your (or for that matter any) real up close and personal pussy open and dripping.. Your eyes are closed not sure of your feelings, still a bit frightened but sooooo turned on. I ask you to lean forward placing your hands on each side of my ribs, and sit a little lower. You again comply without a word, and I tentatively lick softly slowly up your lips, tasting you for the first time. The taste is slightly tart but your aroma and my care for you is overwhelming and I want so much to please you as you have pleased me. You tense slightly as my tongue makes contact, and I stop ask if your ok, you say nothing but lower yourself slightly and try to relax. I again lick up more forcefully and you sigh. I smile and then start to lick all over not exactly sure what to do then insert my tongue into you as deep as I can. You tense, sigh again but sit a little harder forcing my tongue deeper. Your juices are now flowing over my face and you start to unconsciously grind slightly with quicker shallower breathes. I remember reading that your clitoris is the most sensitive spot and try to lick higher. As I reach your clit you jump slightly then grind harder, squeezing your legs on my head as you start to quietly moan entering the beginning of a very intense orgasm, first shaking then freezing. After several sessions of quivering then freezing you slide forward and collapse on my stomach, limp breathing heavy.
I am in such a euphoric state, not only seeing, touching, and tasting, my first pussy, but bringing you to orgasm, sharing this experience with you my best friend, confidante, and knowing it is your first also.
You slowly start to recover, and carefully extract yourself from my body trying to not hurt my broken arms, and leg. You have an almost dreamlike glaze in your eyes, and smile on your face, while I am beaming ear to ear. You lean in and softly kiss my lips, tasting your own juices on my face, and whisper a thank you in my ear, looking into my eyes we share that special moment of closeness, trust, care that neither of us has ever experienced before. You lean in again and we kiss, sharing a deep open exchange. We had kissed before, but only as close friends, never this intimate, both of our senses overwhelmed. You pull away no words spoken nor necessary, we both look at the clock (we always seam to think alike) and realize that my parents will be home soon. Your flash that impish smile and note you had better clean both of us up without making any more messes, take a long look at my semi hard penis as I take in your thin lithe body, then take the pan back to the bathroom, draw more warm water, and return to clean me up for the third time. You first reach for your clothes, but I protest and ask you to please remain as you are for a few more minuets as you wash me, giving me the pleasure of your exquisite form.
You smile, still a little embarrassed of your small breasts, but my gaze, hunger, helps give you confidence, and you again wash me for the third time. We exchange loving glances as we start to chat about the next few weeks, and realize we must soon return to as "normal" as we can. We agree not to try not to talk about what has happened till tomorrow, letting us calm down before my parents return, and also letting us think through this change in our friendship. You start to retreat to the bathroom to wash yourself, but I ask if you would please – please let me watch. You grin stick out your tongue and then comply, cleaning yourself using the same water, basin and cloth, as I gaze on. You then gently dress me, my penis now reasonably behaving, and give me a quick teasing squeeze with that impish grin, and dress yourself with me looking on. I sigh as your body becomes covered again. Just as you return from the bathroom, my mother arrives early, worried about my first day home. I assure her you have taken very good care of me, and when mom looks away I wink at you causing a slight blush. You note that maybe you should be going, but mom insists you stay for dinner, which would be normal if I were not injured. We (mom dad and you) all share a quiet dinner, watch TV and then we both admit we are tired and you head home. I fall asleep quickly exhausted from the days activities still suffering from some pain and shock.
You arrive the next morning early, so that mom and dad can leave for work, bringing with you some books to read and tapes to watch on TV. After mom and dad leave, you suggest watching a movie and ask me to pick from the selections you brought. We are both silent for a for a few moments, not sure for the first time in a long time what the other is thinking. We both had time to think, to reflect, and our insecurities, and fears of the others feelings keep us from speaking. We pick a movie, and watch in silence, neither of us concentrating on the TV, our minds engulfed in the events of yesterday. A lighthearted scene, that would normally have both of us chuckling has little effect, a then a tender scene follows, and we both reflect on the unreal plot, and on the very real life of the present and slowly turn to look each other in the eyes. Our eyes lock, yours a little teary, mine full of anxiety, your hands in constant motion, a sign of your discomfort. My heart breaks seeing you this way. I suggest that neither of us is really watching the show, that we turn off the TV and talk. You look down, but agree, turn it off, and wait for me to speak first, your emotions so jumbled that your not sure what to say.
