Awoken 6

The following is a true account of the loss of my innocence and is my very first piece of work so be gentle...

i guess I was just a typical girl. I was brought up in a loving two-parent household, I was studious at school and I eventually ended up at University where I met the first love in my life Joe.

Joe was the kind of guy I'd probably like my own daughter to meet now. He was handsome in a boyish way, very empathetic, generous and had a fabulous sense of humor. Joe was very much the boy next door and at 21 we probably both naively imagined it would be a love that lasted a lifetime.

When we both graduated we agreed that it made sense to have a gap year and get the travel bug out of our system before joining the big bad adult world of finding a career and starting a family (marriage first of course). Thankfully Joe had an uncle who lived in Sydney, Australia and he invited Joe to join him and work in his flooring company. To make things easier his uncle owned a small two-bedroom Victorian terrace in Darlinghurst and invited us to stay there as long as we covered the utilities and small service charge. For both of our 21st birthdays our respective parents purchased our flight tickets and off to Australia we departed.

Life in Australia was all that we dreamed. Joe enjoyed time with his uncle and cousins and was making good money installing flooring. I meanwhile found a part time job waiting tables at a tea room under the shadows of Sydney Harbor Bridge (and amazing view of the iconic Opera House). After three months we agreed that once our visa expired we would back pack our way back home across Asia and the Indian subcontinent but realized that in order to achieve our dream we would have to save more money. It was then that we suggested sub-letting the second bedroom to a lodger and at $100 a week it would make us enough money (this was 1991).

We placed a hand written ad in the local deli and after one or two unsuitable applicants we were called by Scott and we invited him to view the property and agree the terms. Scott arrived and it's fair to say that you'd have to be blind or without a pulse not to consider him an attractive man. He was at 26 slightly older than Joe & I and his back story was that he had recently split from his girlfriend whom he had shared an apartment with and was seeking a short term 'crashpad'. Scott appeared friendly and assured us that he worked the early shift and would be hardly noticed. We all agreed it seemed perfect arrangement and two days later he moved in.

My first conversation concerning Scott occurred when me and Joe treated ourselves to a Thai restaurant. Joe brought up the fact that Scott seemed like a man's man (Scott was a surfer and keen cyclist). I stated that I found Scott to be far to sure of himself and although privately I found him attractive I honestly didn't have any desires towards him until...

It was a glorious summer afternoon. I only worked the Wednesday to Saturday shift so was sat in the kitchen enjoying my new book whilst roasting a chicken. The front door was opened and in came Scott, perspiring as he had just completed a gruelling cycle ride. We exchanged pleasantries as he poured himself a juice. I asked if he wished to join myself and Joe for dinner and he politely declined but said the chicken smelt amazing. He asked if he could occupy the bathroom as wished to shower. About twenty minutes later I heard him vacate the bathroom and was walking up the stairs when I noticed Scott's bedroom door slightly ajar and could see his naked ass reflected in a full length mirror as he appeared to rummage in his bedside closet. I momentarily froze but felt like I had invaded his privacy and quickly diverted my gaze and continued to ascend the stairs. I entered the bathroom and recall breathing out as the shock of seeing such a magnificent bottom did take me by surprise. I vacated the bathroom and softly descended the stairs and paused and out of sheer curiosity peeked towards Scott's bedroom. Although his door was still ajar there was no reflection and I was about to move when suddenly I was greeted by site of Scott applying aftersun lotion to his body whilst admiring his own physique in the mirror. Although he was wearing his briefs I swear I'd never seen such an amazing physique on a man in real life. I felt myself blush and moved on fearing I'd be spotted. Later that evening I made love with Joe but for the first time in my life imagined and cruelly wished he was somebody else.

Approximately a week after the mirror incident I found myself once again in the kitchen when Scott arrived home. I asked him if he fancied a coffee and he surprised me by saying sure. It was the first time him and me had spent alone and after making some innocuous small talk we began to discuss relationships. Scott told me that he was currently having an affair with an older married woman and after hearing my objections and opinions on infidelity he laughed and said that deep down all married women would cheat with young fit guys if they knew they could get away with it and I said he had an enormous ego. Scott smiled and said it wasn't his enormous ego that she desired and although I felt a surge of electricity race through my body I laughed and and called him a typical male. Scott laughed and told me he was going to take a shower. Was he flirting or teasing me? I could not tell but I knew it wasn't a conversation I'd be confiding in Joe.

Meanwhile I once again heard him vacate the bathroom and after two minutes I decided I wished to use bathroom. I took the first two steps on stairway and Scott's door was ajar and once again I could see his ass reflected in the mirror. I gulped and wondered if he was doing it deliberately to embarrass or tease me. Scott suddenly turned to face the mirror as he continued to towel himself dry. I was once again frozen and transfixed as he dropped his towel to reveal his penis. At 21 I wasn't a size expert and never felt that Joe was inadequate but Scott's penis appeared much bigger and thicker as it swung between his thighs as he roughly towelled his hair. I felt my breathing become rapid and I swear I was about to avert my gaze when Scott caught my eye in the mirror and smiled. I gasped and was about to dart into the bathroom when Scott opened his bedroom door fully and had covered his lower torso with his towel. I was about to whisper an apology about invading his privacy when he took my hand and guided me into his bedroom. I whispered that I can't do this and began to pull away before he pulled me closer and kissed my mouth.

All I could think off was how disheveled I looked in my vest top and shorts. My coffee breath for god's sake. Once again I whispered I can't do this but felt my hand move across his shoulders and chest as he kissed my neck. Please stop I moaned as his lifted my vest over my head. I was shaking so hard as I slid my hand over his hard body as he sat my on the edge of his bed. He stood before me and I once again tried to divert my gaze and he lowered his towel and took my hand. I felt my hand wrap around his cock as it began to harden. I looked Scott in the eye and said I felt so wrong betraying Joe. He told me to shush and moved my head to his penis. I took him in my mouth and began to suck and lick his cock (he later bragged it was 8.5"). Soon Scott had removed my shorts and pushed me further up the bed. I gasped as he used his tongue and teeth to tease my nipples. It felt for the first time in my life I was experiencing mind blowing sex (I'm so sorry Joe). Scott kissed my tummy and then began to kiss up my inner thigh before using his tongue on me. I was staring at the ceiling thinking what am I doing.

A mix of guilt shame and pleasure flooded through me as Scott teased my soaked pussy. He kissed my mouth and asked me if I was on the pill. I told him I was safe and felt him rub the tip of his penis against my outer folds. I closed my eyes and felt like I was in a dreamlike trance as Scott entered me slowly. I could feel him stretch me in a way Joe or my previous boyfriend had never. Scott pushed each throbbing inch inside me before raising my legs above my shoulders and slowly began to fuck me. It felt raw, animalistic but I didn't want it to stop. He began to thrust harder as he told me how good my pussy felt. I had never been a screamer but found it hard to suppress my gasps as Scott pounded my pussy hard and fast, building a crescendo that surged through my body as he screamed that he was about to cum. Suddenly I felt the first flood of his cum surge inside me and our lips met as he continued to pump what felt like a pint of cum inside me. Scott then crashed down beside me. Both soaked in sweat...

To be continued