The Sober Young Man

I am the exact opposite of my sister, Cheryl. Cheryl is into drinking, partying, and frankly, she dresses trashy. Plus, she's not exactly particular about who she sleeps with. More people have been in her than the Albert Hall.

I'm not into drinking or partying. In fact, I've never had a drink of alcohol in my life. I don't dress trashy the way she does; I dress sexy, but not trashy. And I'm also not promiscuous the way she is. I'm a virgin.

Cheryl is 20, and I'm 18. Cheryl has brown hair and a stout figure which stood 5'2". While I have wavy blonde hair and stand 5'7" and about 120 lbs. I'd say she and I are both pretty, but in our own ways.

We both live with our Dad. Our Mom passed away when we were both little girls. Our Dad has a full-time position as the manager of a supermarket, where he works nights. He was working that night.

The doorbell rang. I stirred in my bed and groggily lifted my head up to look at the clock. It read 3:30 a.m. Forgetting my bathrobe, I went downstairs with just my nightie on. I was not at all surprised at being woken up at this hour. I opened the door to find my drunk and half-dressed sister, along with a tall young man. She was laughing hysterically.

I put my arm around her shoulders and lead her into the house.

"Come on, let's get you inside," I said.

"I'm so glad you're home," the young man said. "She was so drunk, I got so worried about her."

"You, you're the b-best Greta," she said giggling.

"That's very flattering, but my name is Grace," I told her.

"I knew that," she replied with a burp.

"Thank you for taking her home," I said to the young man. "You can have a seat on the couch if you'd like."

"Sure, thanks," he said, and plopped on the sofa

I wrapped my arm around Cheryl's waist and lead her upstairs to her bedroom. Her words were slurred as she explained to me, in great detail, who she had slept with that night.

I helped her get into bed, and took off her jeans and shoes so she'd be more comfortable. I laid the comforter over her. She wiggled around and went into one of her coma-like slumbers. I quietly shut her door and went downstairs to the young man.

"Thanks so much for taking her home," I said, sitting beside him.

"No problem," he said. "I'm Jeff, and you are Grace?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'm Grace. Nice to meet you Jeff."

We chit-chatted about the party Cheryl and himself had been to that night. While we were talking, I noticed he was pretty cute. A thick head of dark hair, and such pretty blue eyes. Beneath his nose, laid a set of pretty lips. He looked maybe around 23 or 24 years old.

He didn't look like the "party type". Instead of being filled with alcohol, he was filled with sobriety - I like that in a man. He was a little bit on the shy side, and was soft-spoken, which I've always found very sweet.

I looked at his lap, which seemed to have a lump in it. I looked back up at him to see he had been looking at me the whole time. I blushed.

"Anyway," he continued. "Cheryl was the drunkest girl at the party. I thought I had better bring her home before something happened."

"Oh, so you didn't go together to the party?"

"No. She's not my girlfriend, if that's what you're asking."

I slightly blushed again. He smiled at me. I giggled a little shyly. We sat there for a moment in awkward silence.

"Jeff, would you like to come in the kitchen? I can make you a snack if you'd like."

"No thanks, Gracie...Can I call you Gracie?"

I nodded. Suddenly I felt self-conscious, sitting there with just a short nightie on.

"I should go get my bathrobe on," I said, getting up.

"Oh, that's alright. I should be going anyway," he said.

I got up to show him to the door. We stood there awkwardly for a moment. He gently lifted my chin and leaned down to kiss me. His soft lips touched mine, and he slipped his tongue in my mouth, then he straightened up.

"Bye sweetie," he said quietly, and left. I watched him leave and drive out onto the road. Shutting the door, I went up to my room and snuggled into bed. I made no effort to get back to sleep, I knew it wouldn't do me any good. I laid on my back and folded my arms behind my head.

I never met anyone like him before. Most young men are so rude and so grabby, but he wasn't like that all. He was a gentleman. Just a nice, young gentleman.

The next day Jeff called me up, and we started going out on dates as often as we could. One date led to another and another, and pretty soon we saw each other as much as we could. Weekends, weeknights, whenever we could be together.

On one particular Saturday afternoon, we decided to go on a picnic. It was mid-May, and the weather was so pretty out. By that time, we had been dating for a month, and we hadn't had any type of sex. We only necked a few times too. I think both of us were too shy to try and make the first move when it came to sex.

I was wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts (Jeff had seen me in them before and commented how cute they were) and a v-neck.

We sat on the blanket, having just finished our lunch. There was a lake nearby and I slipped off my shoes and ran into the water. I was about knee-deep when I called out to him.

"Come on!"

He sat there for a moment, just smiling. I ran back up to him and leaned over, knowing full well he could see down my top.

"Come on," I said. "Are you chicken?"

He laughed and held me, kissing me. Our lips apart, he stood up, "So you think I'm a chicken huh? Let's see you do this!"

He took off his jacket, his shirt, his shoes, his socks and finally his pants, till finally he was standing only in his pair of light blue boxer shorts. Those are the cutest boxer shorts, I thought to myself, and I told him so.

He laughed, "You're not suppose to call them 'cute', you are suppose to call them 'full'".

His looked full all right. He took my hand and we ran out into the water, kissing once we got in. Over the past couple weeks, this sexual tension had been building and I think we both realized it.

We stood in the water, just kissing. His arms wrapped around my waist, both of our shorts being wet by that time.

He tucked my hair behind my ear, "Sweetie, can I ask you something?"

I nodded.

"Have you ever, you know, gone to bed with someone?"

"No, Jeff," I paused. "Have you?"

He blushed, "No, I haven't. It's silly I know."

I held his hands to reassure him, "No, baby, it's not silly at all. That's alright."

"Do you ever think of us going to bed?" he asked.

"Yes," looking up into those beautiful eyes of his.

He held me and kissed me passionately, then whispered in my ear, "I love you Gracie."

I hugged him tighter, "I love you too. I've been waiting to say for so long!"

He laughed, "Have you?"

"Yes," I held him to me.

We went back up to the picnic blanket, underneath the blazing sun, kissing. Not just kissing, but necking.

"I've thought about it too, baby," he said. "Do you want to do it for real?"

"When?" I asked.

"It's up to you sweetie."

"In a couple weeks," I said.

The next couple of weeks were torture for us, but the time needed to be taken so I could "prepare" myself, I guess you could say.

I had an exam and was put on birth control. So I was all set to go. Or so I thought. It was about that time, that my Dad seemed to miraculously be at the house more often. And for Jeff, his roommate somehow was at their apartment more and more, apparently going through a "homebody phase".

We needed to be alone together and quickly, it was both driving us crazy, but we had no privacy. A hotel and the back of his car was both out of the question - we thought it'd make us feel trashy somehow.

One evening, around 9 o'clock, my Dad was at work and my sister was out partying. I played with fingers nervously. Should I?

I called up Jeff at his work. He had a job as waiter at a restaurant that had recently opened up in town.

"Hello?" a girl answered the phone.

"Hi," I said. "Can I speak to Jeff?"

"Sure, hold on," she said.

There was a brief silence, and then I heard the phone clatter as it was being picked up, "Hello?" Jeff said.

"Jeff, sweetie, it's Gracie. I have the place to myself, I thought maybe - "

"I'll be right over," he said quickly and hung up.

I hung up the telephone and started to panic, what would I wear? What would I say? How the hell was I going to do this?

I ran upstairs to look for something to wear. I had nothing really, really sexy. Besides anything I wore would be off soon anyway, so I settled on that small pink nightie that I wore when we first met. It was romantic in a way.

I fixed my make-up and curled my hair some with the curling iron and headed back downstairs. Should I turn the lights off? Should I light candles? Did we even have any candles?

I paced back and forth nervously, my palms were sweaty and playing with one another. The doorbell rang. I froze. I was so nervous.

I walked to the door and opened it. There stood Jeff, looking flustered and blushing.

We had barely muttered a 'hello' when I fell into his arms and we started kissing madly, passionately. His hands were all over me. He pulled up my nightie and felt my bare bottom and moaned into my mouth.

I stroked his hair and told him I wanted to go upstairs. He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. I sat up and started to unbutton his shirt and undo his pants. He had come straight from work, I could tell by his uniform.

Again, we were kissing madly, and he frantically pulled my nightie up over my head and laid down with me. I looked down at his cock. It was standing up and leaking at the end, which made a flush of pussy juice come out from between my legs.

I held his face and looked up at him, "Please Jeff? Please?"

He kissed me, "Anything for you baby."

He straightened up and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy. I melted, oh it felt so good. The head of his dick felt so good, I just didn't know what to do. I started to writhe underneath him.

"Please Jeff, sweetie please put it in me."

He started to slide his cock in me and I felt a great pressure. I was being stretched to the limit. His cock was about average in size, which is big to any girl, especially to a virgin girl. How would it fit? I started to panic.

"Gracie, baby, what is it?"

"I-I'm scared," I trembled.

He held me in his arms, "Sssh, sweetheart, it's ok. We don't have to do this, it's ok baby, we can do it some other time."

I took a deep breath, "No. Now. I want it so badly."

"God, so do I. You look so beautiful now Gracie."

I looked up into his blue eyes. He looked scared and unsure, but excited, and I could tell he felt sexy, as did I.

I smiled up at him. He softly smiled back at me.

He started again to slowly push his cock into me. I spread my legs as far as I could. It felt so different, this huge stick of flesh inside my body. He inched in further till he hit the barrier.

I looked at him and nodded, "I love you, Jeff. I want you in me."

"I love you too, Gracie."

He inched further in me. A sharp, stabbing pain hit me like nothing else. I started to sob, "Oh God, it's hurts. It hurts so bad."

He started to take it out, but I stopped him, "No, keep it in."

He did whatever he could to comfort me. He stroked my hair, and brushed my tears away. I felt a gush from my pussy. I looked down and there was blood on his cock. I started to sob harder out of embarrassment.

"Push it all the way in Jeff," I said.

He gently pushed it all the way in. After several minutes, he gently started to rock back and forth, I moaned. The pain was very little now.

Jeff was grunting, "God baby, it feels so good to be in you."

"Oh, I know," I moaned. "It feels so good."

His lips met mine and his cock pumped in and out of me. His kisses always did something to me, and I could feel my pussy lips quickly grip at his cock.

"Oh, Jesus, I'm cumming," he said.

I moaned, "Mmm, so am I. Cum in me, oh yess Jeff, cum inside me."

We started to fuck harder, our bodies pumping. The room filled with moans and a sweaty smell. I felt a load of hot sperm shoot into my body. Our bodies slowed down. I had heard that young men didn't last too long their first time, but frankly, neither did I.

After we both had cum, he pulled himself out of me and laid down next to me. We were both panting hard. After a few minutes we had calmed down. I snuggled up to him, his hands holding mine.

I gave him little kisses on the cheek and told him how much I loved him. I cuddled up next to him, my breasts pressing against his boyish and bare chest.

We exchanged little kisses and talked in between.

"How was I?" I asked quietly.

He rested his hand on my neck and kissed me, "You were perfect baby."

"So were you." I giggled, "You looked so sexy, with you on top. Did you always envision yourself on top?"

He laughed, "How did your Daddy raise such a naughty girl?"

I giggled, "I had always fantasized of you on top."

He nodded, "So did I."

I rested my head on my shoulder and closed my eyes. There was a silence. Then I heard the front door downstairs slam and my Dad call out, "Grace!" My eyes darted open.