My Sexual Awaening

I hope you enjoy Part 2 and my second attempt at writing a story like this. it's mainly fictional... with bits and pieces of my real life experiences.

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I woke up the next morning when a ray of light reached my face. I turned in bed ready to feel Matt's body against mine. But my worst nightmare, what my mother had always warned me about, had come true. Matt was gone. I was alone. I realized I had slept naked and quickly got up, found a large t-shirt and went towards the bathroom, hoping that he was in there. Nothing. My tiny studio apartment was empty.

Why did I act so stupidly last night? I allowed my hormones take over, instead of using my head. I had never felt so alive, but now I felt humiliated. I couldn't breathe and I started crying uncontrollably. "Stupid! I'm just a stupid fool!" I yelled to my empty room.

My phone started ringing and I ran to answer. It was my mom. Great. Just what I needed. I tried to steady my breathing

"Hello, Mother, is everything OK? Why are you calling so late?"

"Hey sweetie, yes everything is fine. I never know when to call because of the time difference, so I figured I'd stay up late and speak to you before you head out for Sunday services..."

"Uhm... yes, I was just getting ready," I lied.

"You sound strange, Violet. Were you crying?"

"Not at all, mother. I guess I'm coming down with a cold..."

I managed to continue the conversation for a few minutes about nothing in particular, and we promised to speak later on in the week. She also told me that Max sent his love.

Max.

Would he be able to understand and forgive me? I was about to start crying again, when I heard a noise outside of my door. The key was being turned in the lock. I froze, waiting for the door to open.

Matt was trying to be as quiet as possible, holding various shopping bags and setting them down on my table. I was standing by my bed, probably looking like a deer in headlights... and there he was, more gorgeous than ever.

He looked at me and gave me a huge smile.

"You're up! I was hoping to get back sooner but there was a long line at my favorite bakery. Then I went home for a quick shower... wait... what's the matter? Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?"

He walked across the room to embrace me and he kissed the top of my head.

I hid my face against his chest and said, "I guess I let my imagination get the best of me when I woke up to an empty bed this morning."

"Did you really think I'd just ghost you like that? You've only known me a week, but trust me that I'm not an asshole!" He lifted my chin and looked at me with his deep blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I was just surprised. But now you're here! What on earth are all of those bags?!?!"

Matt laughed, turned me around to face the table without letting go of me and said, "I wanted to prepare an amazing breakfast. Now you go take a nice long shower. Lock the door, so I won't be tempted to come in after you, and I'll have everything ready in no time."

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I was a complete mess. And he still had the courage to hug me? Either he's crazy.... Or he's crazy, I thought to myself.

My mood was definitely better now that he was back. I let the hot water work its magic, as I told myself that I had to be honest with him. There was someone else in my life back home. How would he react? What would he think of me?

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shower. I forgot to get some clean clothes, so I had to get out with just my robe on. Matt was putting the croissants he bought on a plate, but he stopped short when he saw me walk out of the bathroom. I crossed the room and walked up to him; I stood on my tip toes and I put my hands on his chest. Matt bent his head to kiss me and our tongues wasted no time finding each other. I felt like I was starving for him and his deep kiss was the only thing that could satiate me. He opened my robe and slid his hands beneath the fabric, finding my ass; the tips of his fingers spread my cheeks and brushed against my pussy lips.

In one swift movement, he lifted me by my ass and sat me down on the table. His mouth was still devouring mine, while he grabbed my knees and spread my legs; then he lifted them and wrapped them around his waist. I could already feel my pussy pulsating and I wanted him to touch me and lick me just like the night before.

I managed to move away from him just enough to lay down on the table. Matt moved his hands to my breasts and squeezed them together; the tip of his tongue licking around my areolas, moving its way towards my hard nipples. I couldn't help but arch my back and let out a groan. He started kissing me down my stomach, his hands taking over stimulating my tits. I looked down at him just as his mouth was about to reach my mound.

All of a sudden, I had a flashback to when I woke up without him there and I froze thinking about how I had panicked. Matt must have sensed me tensing up.

"Hey, what's the matter? I feel like you just spaced out... is everything OK?"

"Matt, everything is OK. More than OK. It's never been this OK in my entire life," I said, "but we need to talk."

"Talk?" he said. He gave my clit the most amazing lick that made me gasp. "I wanted to eat you for breakfast first," as he licked me again, "then we can talk." His tongue licked my pussy up and down.

I wanted nothing more than to orgasm like the night before, but that little rational voice in my head was shouting for me to stop him.

I raised my back off the table and said, "Matt, please listen to me. As much as I don't want you to stop... now or ever... I really need to tell you something." I was panting, on the verge of tears once again, panic in my voice.

Matt looked at me and I guess he could see how dead serous I was.

"Violet, you're scaring me. I'll stop, I'll stop. Please tell me what's wrong!"

He moved away from me and I tied my robe tightly around my waste after hopping off of the table. I couldn't help but notice him reposition his huge bulge, but I had to stay focused. I took him by the hand and guided him towards the sofa.

"Matt, I never thought I'd meet anyone like you. I never thought someone could make my body scream as much as you do..."

"I feel like there's a but coming," he said.

"...but there's something I need to tell you. Two things actually. I need to be honest with you. Then it's up to you to decide whether or not to walk out that door. I promise I'd understand."

Matt looked more and more confused.

"Matt, this past week when you asked me all about my life back in the States, there's something I didn't tell you. Not because I wanted to lie to you. Maybe it was just because I wanted to keep it as far away from my mind as possible."

My little voice started screaming again: just say it and stop beating around the bush!

"I have a boyfriend back home. A serious boyfriend. We've been together for many years now..."

I paused for a second, trying to decipher his reaction.

"I never cheated on him before. I don't want you to think that I accepted your invitation yesterday, knowing what would happen. I don't want you to think I'm a slut. I'd never do that to my boyfriend, but with you it's different. I feel like every cell in my body is attracted to you."

Matt took in a deep breath; he stood up and he walked over to the kitchen to get two glasses of water. He gave me one, drank from his glass and then sat back down facing me.

He took both of my hands in his and said, "Look, Violet, I can't say I'm happy to hear that there's someone else in your life. To think that just a week ago, you were in someone else's bed, makes my blood boil. However, I've always considered myself to be open-minded. It's not up to me to judge you or to judge your relationship. If you "allowed" yourself to be so intimate with me, it means that it was the right thing for you to do. I don't care about back home. I want to live this amazing experience with you here and now. You're not just a one-night stand. I wanted to rip your clothes off the very first day we were alone in my office and I could have, if I was just looking for a quick fuck. But I wanted to get to know YOU. I don't care about what will happen six months from now. All I know is that I don't want to give up being happy right now with you."

He pulled me over to him and made me straddle his lap. He buried his head in my breasts and took a deep beath while hugging me. "The only other thing I know," he continued, "is that every cell in my body is attracted to you, too. Especially these cells right down here..." He pulled me closer to him so that I was right against his hard dick. "I would never think you were a slut. But I would love to know every one of your dirtiest fantasies and I could try to make them come true."

"Matt, wait. There's one more thing..."

He groaned: "You're killing me this morning... what else can't wait until I fucked you long and hard???"

"I'M A VIRGIN!" I blurted out.

Matt froze, looked at me and then started laughing, "OK, cute joke!"

"No, really, Matt. I'm a virgin and last night was the first time I ever did anything remotely sexual with anyone in my entire life." My voice was trembling, I felt humiliated and I was sure he'd run for the hills this time.

"Wait. You're not joking? It's just that you seemed so comfortable with everything we did last night... I would have never imagined. But how can you be in a relationship for so long and never have sex?"

For the next hour, I opened my heart to Matt. I told him everything about our families, about how I had been brainwashed to believe that sex was something bad. He listened and asked questions; he was incredulous but he never made me feel stupid or inadequate.

"You really are full of surprises. Are you sure there's nothing else?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

I smiled, probably for the first time since waking up and said, "I'm sure."

It was Matt's turn to be serious with me: "Violet, you know that I would never do anything you didn't want to. We could go back to being work acquaintances and pretend that nothing ever happened, if that's what you prefer. It wouldn't be easy, but I would respect your decision."

I didn't answer right away.

I stood up, untied my robe and let it slip off of my shoulders to the floor. I held out my hand to get him up off of the sofa, then I started to slowly unbutton his shirt. My hands caressed his muscles while my tongue began exploring every centimeter of his skin. I was inebriated by the smell of him. It wasn't cologne, it was the primal masculine scent of his body and it went straight to my core.

He was breathing faster, his hands clenched by his sides. I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to his feet. I looked down to his boxers and there it was -- his huge hard dick was pushing out from his boxers. I licked my thumb to wet it and then massaged it over the head, then my tongue did the exact same thing while I slipped his boxers off, too. His cock sprung free and I was mesmerized once more by how strong and powerful it looked. Matt sucked in his breath and put his hands on either side of my head. I thought he was going to guide himself onto my mouth; I was salivating at the thought.

But he stopped me from moving. "Violet," he said with clenched teeth, "are you sure? I need you to tell me what you want because I don't think I'll be able to control myself any longer."

"What do I want?" I replied.

I took his hand and lowered it between my legs as I spread them slightly. I slid his hand between my pussy lips and we both groaned when we felt how drenched I was.

"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock fill my pussy. I want to be yours... I want to be your slut..."

That was it. There was no turning back. Matt picked me up and brought me over to my bed. He left me there long enough to grab a condom from a box in one of the shopping bags he had brought earlier. I saw "XL" written on the package and I was scared that his huge cock would hurt my virgin pussy.

He ripped the foil and slipped it on with expert hands and he was right back on the bed with me. I was waiting for him with my legs spread wide. I lowered both of my hands to my pussy and I spread my lips. I could feel my blood pounding in my clit. I was certain I'd go crazy if he didn't enter me right then and there.

"Lift your hips a little," he instructed and I did as he requested. I lifted my legs towards my head, exposing my pussy even more. I had never felt so vulnerable, yet so alive in my entire life.

He held his cock with one hand and slipped it up and down along my slit to lubricate himself with my juices.

"I'll be as gentle as possible..."

"Just give me your cock, all of it!"

Then I felt the huge head of his cock align with the entrance to my pussy. He let go of it and started to gently push his hips towards mine. He kept his eyes on my face, to catch any sign of pain. I, on the other hand, kept my eyes on his dick and how amazingly perfect it looked as it slid slowly into my hole.

He started slipping it in, then out. Each time going a little deeper. I didn't feel actual pain, just a resistance as my body adjusted to his girth and length.

"You're so tight, Violet! Your pussy feels amazing -- so hot and tight."

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted all of him in me, so I thrust my legs and my hips up as far as I could. And just like that, Matt was buried balls deep in me. He froze there for a second to catch his breath. Then he started moving in and out of me. Instinctively, I knew he was forcing himself to be gentle; but that's not what I wanted. It wasn't what I needed. I no longer wanted to be that frigid good girl that I had been forced to be up until then.

"Oh my god, Matt, fuck me! Pound my pussy like a slut! Make me your whore!"

The look in his eyes changed. All of a sudden, we were both primal animals pounding against each other. The entire universe ceased to exist except for his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy.

"Fuck, yes! You're mine. I own your pussy. You're my fucking slutty whore and I'm going to pound the soul out of your body!"

I had never felt anything so mind shattering and I realized I was on my way to exploding. "Don't stop! I'm cumming. Oh, my goooooood!" I screamed as the pressure built up and then I climaxed... like fireworks going off between my legs.

Matt closed his eyes and started thrusting harder and faster. Then his whole body tensed and he groaned loudly over and over. I could feel his cock jerking in my pussy as I imagined ropes of cum squirting out of his body.

Our orgasms went on for what seemed like forever, then he collapsed on the bed next to me. Our bodies glistened with sweat. His dick was covered in my juices and his condom looked like it was about to explode from all of the cum he had spurted out.

Neither of us could speak. I had the absolute certainty that I was made to fuck and Matt was born to fuck me.

To be continued...?