Elisabeth spent a lot of time with her hand down the front of my pants. Right now, we were cuddled together on the porch swing of her parent's house, where we had agreed to be designated house sitters for a week while they cruised the Caribbean.
"You don't mind my hand in there, do you?"
She had a sweet smile and sweeter lips. Her Mom had left us a long list of chores, saying we might as well earn some spending money while we were sitting around. Actually, if you had a chance to sit around with Beth, enjoying those sweet lips, it took the motivation for chores entirely away.
"If you keep kissing me, your hand can do almost anything it wants."
What it wanted at the moment was to stroke me to hardness. After which, if I was lucky, her head would fall to my lap, lips engulfing the purple dome and driving me to complete bliss.
It was the beginning of our last semester of high school and casual dating had become serious dating. More than serious dating, I thought, as she squeezed and stroked.
Over breakfast this morning, Beth had announced that I was the one to receive her virginity. Her cherished virginity, she had announced with a sly grin.
Thinking back to that surreal moment, I had had no instant response except to choke on an attempt to swallow cereal. She pounded on my back, saying, "Don't take it so hard, Brian, it doesn't hurt."
Recovering, I dove for her knees, taking us to the hard floor. "There is only so much teasing allowed!"
I had the misfortune to fall for a girl jock who was almost as big and strong as I was. Her knee arrived at my crotch before I could establish control.
"You will allow as much teasing as I wish. Otherwise, no rewards!"
God, I loved this tough bundle of joy, carrying the struggling body off to my parent's bedroom, where we were sharing the king size bed. Throwing her down, I jumped in for a wild session of wrestling, which ended when she said, "OK, I give. Let me talk."
"Fine housesitter you are, trying to disable the man of the house and making crazy promises about sex."
She sat on my middle, grinning and pulling off her running bra. I relaxed and gazed upward at the glorious chest. Beth had fantastic breasts, which she called tits all the time. My hands were headed in their direction when she batted them away.
"No groping until we talk." The grin stayed in place as her hips bounced on my male parts. I growled and gave her the look that I hoped signaled imminent boyfriend revolt.
Her hands positioned my hands on my chest and then pressed the stiff tits into them as she leaned down for a torrid kiss.
"You see, teasing does have rewards."
I eased the running shorts down and grasped the tough muscles of her butt, laughing.
She sat up, asking, "What's the matter? Why are you laughing?"
I folded us over on our sides, tickling her ribs until she screamed, "Stop!"
"Why would an all powerful female like yourself consider a wimp like me for her first sex partner?"
Things suddenly changed. She slipped out of her shorts and removed mine, pulling up the blanket and stretching out on top.
With eyes closed, she whispered, "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
Playing the therapist, I answered, "You are nervous about your first time. Don't be, and don't try to tease yourself into it."
Snuggling tighter, she said, "But I am playing catchup. Those other girls jumped you. This cock has been used!" Head down, she giggled and shook.
I laughed back, "It's nearly new. They don't wear out right away."
She licked my ear, "Oh god, I am so dumb about sex. Why is your first time such a big deal?" Her hands were back on my penis, softly rubbing.
"You are such good friends with that item you are massaging, why would you worry about letting it inside the front door?"
She pounded her forehead on my chest. "Damn, you are a pest. Why would a decent woman like me put up with you?"
I hissed back in a low voice, "Don't get uppity, you aren't a woman yet!"
That took all the starch out. The next thing I knew, she had a pillow over her head, sobbing into my bed sheet.
I was in serious trouble. When your girlfriend cries, you better have some caring behavior handy. Since we were still sweaty and smelly from an early run, a shower might help.
I propped the limp body against my front and applied soap. Hot water and soap dried up the tears.
"Shampoo?"
"Yes, please."
Fifteen minutes later, we were on the sofa with fresh coffee. She was between my knees having her hair brushed out. "I am so stupid, this is worse than the back seat of your car."
I leaned forward and kissed under her ear. "We can try that if you want. Maybe even raid your dad's booze supply first."
She spun around and pressed me back into the cushion for another of her special hot kisses.
"OK, we are going to make a catalog of how to lose your virtue. First choice is 'drunk in back seat.' "
I tried, "What about 'sober in your own bed?' "
"Drunk in his bed."
"Over a log in the forest."
"Against a rock on top of the mountain."
"Sitting on his lap in a dark corner at the Prom."
"In a hot tub with three other couples."
We were both laughing by now, and she was pulling my hair.
"What if I said, 'All of the above.' "
"I would whisper in your ear that you were a terrible slut!"
She proved it by aggressive rubbing of her sex on my crotch.
"Now who is being a pest?"
"I'm warming you up. I have decided I am making this too big a deal. I will tease you to total frustration and you will end my problem! Only minutes from now."
I had noticed some suspicious looking hooks in the basement rec room. In a few minutes, she wasn't deflowered, she was hanging by wrist cuffs from two of the ceiling hooks, toes barely touching the floor. In my hand was an expensive flogger that I had discovered in her mother's wardrobe closet.
I tried a few soft brushes of the leather strips against her buns. There were mirrors on the walls that reflected both her front and back. Right now, they were showing me angry eyes.
"Stop this. I thought you were a nice guy."
I needed to heighten the suspense. A scarf became a gag. Two nipple clamps from the same box where I had found the flogger caused muffled shrieks. Two hard swats with the flogger on her behind produced more loud noises. I stepped to the doorway and killed the lights. Moments later, I had aligned a floodlight on the track lighting to shine down from directly overhead.
I admired my handiwork. More was needed. I carried over two twelve inch blocks and placed them thirty inches apart. A tube of expensive body lotion from the bathroom was spread lavishly on the shaking limbs.
I stood back. I had thought about a blindfold, but this was better. Her body, illuminated by the single light, glistened like a work of artistic sculpture. We could be in a gallery, with an audience hidden in dark shadows. I could tell she was looking at her own body. The tremors had ceased and her head went from one mirror perspective to another.
Dropping my shorts, I stood on a chair and carefully pressed my fully erect cock through the gap at the top of her thighs. The effect was fantastic. Suddenly, the image reflected from the mirrors had a cock! Yes, the artistic naked sculpture had a cock! She jerked at the cuffs in frustration, unable to move her legs without falling off the blocks.
Back on the floor, I used the flogger to warm every lovable inch of her skin. If she could warm me up, I could warm her up. Resuming the chair and grasping my smartphone tightly, the cock reappeared as part of the body, now very pink and shuddering.
I allowed the scarf to fall to the floor. She wiggled her ass against my front. She must like the friction of my cock against her pussy lips, I thought.
Finally, she spoke. "I was really mad a little while ago. But now you've made me an art piece. A bi-sexual piece of art. I've got tits and I've got a cock. After pictures, will you undo my hands and allow me to slide down your front until..."
I killed the light and carefully released her hands, which clasped together around my neck. The effect in the darkness was amazing. The body lotion smelled wonderful and was slippery as the devil. I thought more about the devil as she let her body very slowly descend, my own hands lending assistance under her butt.
Very softly, I said, "We don't have to do this now. There are other chances..."
I hadn't finished when one of her hands was opening her lips and the other was directing the stiff cock where she wanted it. Everything was so slippery, I really couldn't have prevented the penetration, but Beth had made up her mind. The rounded tip of my rigid shaft rested momentarily at the tight entrance to her sex. Then the body dropped and the cock disappeared inside. All the way inside until she was fully impaled.
I stood as rock solid as possible, waiting for reaction.
"Oohhh. I've done it. You are in me!" A volley of kisses was accompanied by, "Yes, yes, yes. I'm a woman now! No more silly girl stuff. I found a proper cock and it has popped my cherry!"
This was all about Beth and her emancipated cunt, not about me and my liberating cock. She was so excited, she didn't realize no actual fucking was going on. I walked us upstairs, out of the dark, and headed for the living room.
"No, I want to finish in my own bed. It was one of the options."
I continued up the next set of stairs, trying to decide whether she was in a serious mood or a humorous mood, after being strung up in the basement and losing her cherry by none of the approved methods .
As I bent over the bed, she twisted around and landed on my belly, smiling and laughing.
"I should report you. That was almost rape. I'm very angry." She repositioned herself and forced the tight cunt back down where it had recently been.
