I was home on my rostered day off. My personal cell phone rang. It was Grace's sister, Stephanie... enquiring whether I might meet with her, take her to bed, and then take her virginity.
I encouraged her to immediately come to my home.
Thirty minutes later a pretty, nubile young lady was at my door.
Nubile in the medical sense of having fully and relatively-recently become sexually mature.
Nubile in the traditional sense of being 'ideally ripe' for marriage.
Nubile in the street sense of being youthful...sexually-appealing...virginal...fuckable...and, of course, potentially available!
Like Grace, Stephanie was slightly Asian in appearance -- with attractive, alluring eyes; that most appealing East Asian skin tone; a well-proportioned '10/10' body shape; breasts that appeared to be teenage-firm, well-rounded and slightly fuller than Grace's; lithe legs that suggested she was athletic and active; a firm, very 'pattable' backside; and an engaging face with a soft, petite nose atop fullish 'very kissable' lips; all surmounted and framed by shimmering dark black straight hair that fell to half way down her back...and her most immediately attractive feature - a broad, friendly smile that exposed a set of gleaming, perfectly white teeth.
Stephanie, though, was not just extraordinarily pretty. She quickly demonstrated she had a personality to match.
She immediately established eye contact with me and maintained it throughout our several hours-long meeting; within seconds I had the feeling she was comfortable (indeed, perhaps over-comfortable) being with me... and she was not just there because, perhaps, I could help solve her (perceived) problem; she quickly gave me the distinct impression she wanted us to be a close friends; and she was articulate and soon revealed she had a somewhat mischievous sense of humour.
I could only thank God that Stephanie had decided that, for whatever the reason, I should lay her...and, specifically, be the one to end her virginity.
After a long discussion, it was apparent that Stephanie was more-than-ready to lose her virginity (she had, for example, sometime earlier organised to go on The Pill), she was EXTREMELY worried that she might physically have those same challenges 'down there' as her sister had when experiencing her first penile penetration, and she had been impressed that Grace found her first experience with me to be 'very much better than any girl could reasonably expect'.
I remained somewhat unnerved that she was asking me - a stranger - to take her virginity. So I doubly resolved that, if she really was determined that I deflower her, I would do so in as natural and as loving way as possible.
I therefore suggested she inform her sister and parents she was spending the weekend with an old schoolfriend, whilst I organised a weekend for us that was far enough away from the city for us to be assured of complete privacy...to enable her to comfortably surrender her virginity.
Before she left, I suggested Stephanie give me a look at 'what I would be faced with on our weekend away'...and then suggested that it would be even more valuable to me if she was to let me have a quick look at her whole body. Without hesitation, she agreed.
Unclothed, her body was as I had imagined it to be -- very attractive breasts, an almost irresistible bum, great looking legs, a waist just begging to be squeezed...and a well-tended Brazilian that directed my eye downwards towards her slit.
She had an extremely attractive taut covering of skin that ran from below her belly-button down to between her legs (a typically recently-pubescent female feature - that ultra-smooth skin that guys simply love to feel as they run their hands down between any willing girl's legs), sensuously bisected by her lady slash. Her, not unattractive, labia were more pronounced and more immediately visible that are Grace's.
I asked if she might climb on my bed and allow me to more closely examine her 'female bits'. She seemed to expect that I would do this.
I gently parted her labia, starting from the bottom end and gradually worked my way up towards her clitoral hood. I did so very slowly -- I knew that when I was to take her virginity would not be an appropriate time to closely examine her 'pink bits', so this was really my only chance to appreciate and savour exactly what nature had attempted to hide away between the legs of this very lovely lady.
I didn't want Stephanie to feel I was simply giving her a clinical examination so, at several points I gently squeezed her labia, simultaneously watching her facial expression. It was unmistakably a "I know what you're up to" smile that she returned!
Her clitoris was slightly more accessible and slightly larger than Grace's clitoris.
I gave it three or four gentle strokes with my finger. She again responded to this by giving me the same 'You naughty boy!' smile.
I refrained from asking whether she was enjoying that liberty I had just taken, but she quickly asked "Do you like it?"
"Not just like it, I love it," was my lame reply.
"I can see that from the bulge in your pants!" she informed me.
"Do you mind if I just pop a finger into your vagina?" I then asked.
"Please go right ahead," she responded.
She was sufficiently damp that I didn't need to fetch any lubricant. So, I slowly, gently, inserted and withdrew my middle finger three times. I then immediately looked at her face -- she gave me reassuring smile.
"Well," I announced. "Everything seems normal down there. You probably have a vagina that is slightly narrower or constricted than do most virgin girls, but that should not present any particular problem to you. And, if anything, the man who is lucky enough to be first inside will enjoy the experience a lot more because of this."
"So, my advice to you is to just relax and become sexually active whenever you are ready to do so."
"I definitely want you to be the man," she unhesitatingly responded. "...And on a weekend away sounds like a great idea...and, please, soon."
"Are you completely sure?" I checked...
I felt it only fair that she got to inspect my man bits, so I then undid my belt and dropped my pants and undies.
My penis, as you would expect, was by now quite engorged. I was therefore presenting Stephanie with a realistic idea of what would soon be inside her.
"Oh, wow!" she said, her voice suggesting that she was -- perhaps - a little taken-aback at what was on show.
"Are you going to have a play with him?" I enquired, encouraging her to become a little more intimate. She didn't need a second invitation, clasping my member reasonably tightly and slowly moving it up my shaft -- starting at the very bottom and working upwards to the very tip of my penis.
Had my penis been any stiffer, she surely would have caused some of my pre-cum to have wet her hand.
"And, Stephanie, do you know what's his most sensitive area?" I enquired, expecting 'no' for an answer.
She immediately ran her finger right up the ridge on its underside. So, she was not totally sexually naive!
"And how about my balls? They need a gentle squeeze," I then suggested....
That morning meeting ended with a very close embrace and a prolonged, intimate kiss. It was obvious our weekend away was likely to be great fun for both of us.
* * * * *
By the time I collected Stephanie the next Friday afternoon, my balls and my dick had been aching all morning -- fully appreciating what they would be receiving later that evening. I drove a short but respectable distance before stopping and asking her if we could start our weekend with an appropriate cuddle and kiss. She was more than receptive to this idea.
The drive to our weekend rooms provided an opportunity for us to really get to know one another and, indeed, bond. Understandably, some of the talk was about what was likely to occur that weekend, with Steph admitting she was apprehensive but "eager to get it (her defloration) over with". I cautioned her that it might not happen until an hour or two after we went to bed, and suggested she might expect it to be a more pleasurable experience than she was imagining.
And during the drive she gradually, emotionally, revealed more details about why she had called me, requesting I take her virginity: most of her same-age friends had lost the virginities and were enjoying regular intercourse, so there was considerable peer pressure for her to do the same; she was sick of her sister enthusing about the pleasurable occasions she was having in the bed with me and, given the opportunity, wanted to also sample whatever it was that I was providing to Grace; she could not nominate any other guy who she loved or respected enough to be the one who must take her virginity but, again through her sister, believed I had the experience and would be sympathetic enough to make that potentially-frightening first sexual experience tolerably enjoyable; she did not want the shame of appearing to be sexually inexperienced when she did start welcoming other guys into her bed; and, because she had left becoming sexually active for so long, she was now in serious danger of being considered a serial 'prick tease', or be given that most-dreaded of labels - 'frigid.'
Stephanie's prolonged virginity until now, her now-pressing desire to become sexually active, her mounting fears about possible 'first time' pain or trauma, her feeling a little 'inadequate' about having to ask me (her sister's 'man', after all!...and someone who had not even previously dated her) to be her 'first-time' man, and even a feeling she was having to secretly 'escape' to 'do the deed', had become overwhelming to her...and she shed significant tears while we were talking. I felt sorry for her, convinced she was being very hard on herself, so did my best to reassure her that there was nothing abnormal about her or about her feelings...and suggested, in an hour or to, she'd surely have a totally new, wonderfully positive, outlook on life.
And I just prayed she WOULD experience little pain and no problems taking my hard-on and all it would deliver.
So, the evening, naturally, started with more -- prolonged - kisses and cuddles. Steph was willing to partake, I was enjoying her now seemingly-natural willingness to do so.
I wanted to make the weekend as informal as possible, as un-clinical as possible, and for Steph as un-confronting as possible, so I followed our cuddles and kisses by announcing I was going to take a shower. I suggested to Steph that she'd be most welcome to join me.
