This is primarily a romantic story with some sexy elements thrown in. The story is longish and the sexy parts come much later. If this is not your cup of tea then I suggest that you look elsewhere for your satisfaction. For those of you who enjoyed reading this your comments and feedback are most welcome.
This story is dedicated to my wife who is my inspiration in life. All people, names and places may or may not be fictional but that's up to you to decide.
Happy reading!
Hello there dear Literotica reader! My name is Jason and if you bear with me I'm going to take you on a journey of romance, love and yes, first time sex. There is always a first time for everything and if you're lucky enough, this can be a magical experience. Before I begin, I should think that a few background elements must be provided.
I was a happy and bright child born into a loving family. My father is a university professor and my mother a librarian. Naturally, our home was filled with books and I took great pleasure devouring them from an early age. I was an average kid I guess. Smart, with good grades throughout my school years, but not a total geek to belong in the super smart crowd. I never had the discipline or the willpower to study non-stop, especially with subjects which didn't capture my interest. I had some prowess in my athletic undertakings, particularly tennis which I enjoyed immensely, but again, no extraordinary talent which would categorize me as a jock.
I was a shy person, more content with reading a book at the school library rather than spending time with the more popular kids. Although I was considered an aberration, a dork if you like, due to the tendency I had to hang out with the RPG gang, I wasn't picked upon. For that I have to thank my six feet four height and my rather large build. That's a diplomatic way with which to say that I was slightly overweight; not grossly so, but at 225 pounds I was a force of nature to be reckoned with when I moved around.
As I said, I was always a shy person perhaps because, due to my father's job, we frequently had to change towns. By the time I finished high school, I had switched through four different schools and seven or eight different neighborhoods. You can imagine the dread I felt with starting all over again, making new friends only to loose them a few years later. Add to this the fact that I was a late bloomer and you likely get the picture. As for girls, on the few encounters I had with the fairer sex, I got a conciliatory pat in the back and the customary "you're a good guy but I just want us to be friends" speech.
I was fairly proficient with the intricacies of the female anatomy due to all those books I had devoured, but when it came to understanding the female psyche I was as clueless as you can get. As a matter of fact, my rational mind kicked in and tended to over analyze everything thus averting me from taking any instantaneous action when the situation warranted it.
University life was scarcely any different. Despite the fact that I had the grades to choose any college I wanted, I opted instead for one near my home due to financial constraints. During my studies I worked part – time as a cook and stayed with my parents to save up on money, so naturally my social life went down the drain. As far as the opposite sex was concerned, I continued to remain clueless and yes, a virgin as always.
Then, on my senior year, I met this strikingly beautiful girl at a friendly gathering. The day was stifling hot and a small gathering of old classmates and friends had decided upon a swim in a nearby beach. I kept stealing glances towards her all day; she was absolutely perfect in her chrome yellow tie side bikini. She had long, wavy auburn hair and a warm, sparkling smile. Her breasts were small but pert and stood up perfectly defying the laws of gravity. She was quite clearly toned, she featured a visible six pack and her leg muscles rippled any time she moved about. To crown it all, she had an eye popping derriere which seemed to have been chiseled by the hands of an Italian renaissance master.
In short, I was smitten the moment I laid eyes on her, but as ever, my natural shyness and my analysis – paralysis brain kicked in and kept me from even approaching close to her. I opted instead to consume large quantities of beer and stay in relative proximity to the beach hut that she occupied.
Luckily, fate smiled kindly upon me and my good old friend Victoria came to my rescue. Victoria was a beautiful natural blonde whom I knew since junior high school. She was one of the few classmates of the opposite sex who treated me like a normal person and I was one of the few boys who didn't stare at her ample bosom while speaking to her.
"You seem to be preoccupied with something today."
"...Errr Vic? Might I have a word with you in private? Who is that girl in the chrome yellow suit?"
"Why that's Claire! She's an old friend of mine. I've known her from swimming practice. Why? Are you interested?"
"Oh, it's nothing really...I was just wondering..."
"You like her!"
"Sssshh not so loud! I didn't say that! I was just curious, that's all."
"So you do like her! Oh good! I love matchmaking! So what is it that you wish to know?"
"I...errr....well..."
"Oh for God's sake Jason! Grow up! You like her, there's nothing wrong with that! She's a very good girl and a friend. As far as I know she's not seeing someone. Do you want to talk to her?"
"Err....that would be nice...but...err...how? I didn't even know her name until you told me."
"Hold on a sec."
To my utter horror, Victoria grabbed my hand and practically dragged me back to the beach hut where Claire and her friends were sunbathing.
"Hey, there Claire! There is someone here whom I'd like you to meet. Say hello to my friend Jason!"
Whilst I was boiling under my skin, Victoria was having a laugh at my expense that she could barely contain. Claire took off her sunglasses, sat straight on her lounge chair and flashed me a heart warming smile.
"Nice to meet you Jason."
Claire stood up and leaned towards me kissing me on both cheeks. I wasn't used to being kissed by girls and stood there dumbstruck. Thankfully, Victoria intervened to break the uneasy silence.
"Jason here is an old pal; we go back since junior high. He's a bright boy although some times he seems to be a bit tongue tied..."
Claire stretched and stood straight.
"I feel a bit hot from all the sunbathing. Would anyone care to join me for a swim?"
"I can if you like," said I, in a rare bought of courage.
Claire led us off towards the water's edge. I tried to be a gentleman and not stare at her shapely behind, but I couldn't help myself and practically undressed her with my eyes. Thankfully, the cool sea water helped to douse my rising ardor. Claire was an effortless swimmer and I could barely keep up with her, particularly when she chose to do her heart – stopping butterfly routine. I shamelessly stopped swimming to watch her scantily clad butt as it repeatedly rose and fell in the frothing water. I'm quite sure she knew I was staring but she just smiled and swam back towards me.
I was embarrassed to have been caught red handed and proceeded to dive. I thought myself to be a fairly competent diver; I had once retrieved a bracelet an aunt of mine had lost while swimming from a depth of 26 feet. I dove and made a point of touching the sandy bottom with my chest. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Claire zooms past me, changes directions and settles on the sea floor facing me.
