I got into the shower and so did Jim. I hadn't expected him to do that. His hands were all over me soaping me everywhere, including between my legs, and I began to get aroused again. I could feel his hard dick touching me from time to time. Was it on purpose or accidental? His hands were everywhere and I was really getting aroused again and then he suddenly bent me over and I could feel his dick entering me. It was what I wanted and what I didn't want at the same time. Jim was behind me and both his hands were playing with my breasts and then he said, "you've got a beautiful bottom." It was funny because I hadn't really considered that my bottom was sexy and yet I knew it was. I was quite happy to bend over because I didn't really understand what was going to happen. Within seconds I could feel the tip of his dick moving up and down between my lips the next thing it was in the vestibule of my vagina. How did he find the entrance so quickly? I felt it slip in and before I knew it he was right in up to the hilt. Oh God. What a beautiful feeling. I asked myself why I had been resisting the inevitable so long and when it happened, was so enjoyable. I kept calculating in my mind whether I was safe or not. I was. Jim came and I felt him spurting into me and I dried myself. He drove me home.
"Could you pick me up again later this afternoon and I could have another swim." They both knew what she really meant.
Jim came home and had another beer and congratulated himself on another conquest. She was nice and he thought he had pleased her. All things considered, it was one of the best starts to any day he had ever had. Kimberly went home and had a bite to eat. She had every intention of studying but her mind kept contemplating the surprising turn of events in the morning. That morning, when she left home, she had intended to shop and study for the rest of the day. She thought to herself how so many of her expectations had gone pear-shaped that morning. The last thing on her mind was that she would have been fucked by lunchtime.
It was not the only expectation that had gone wrong. She had had some romantic expectations of the way that she would lose her virginity, not that it was important to her, but it was important purely as an event in her development as a woman. She had expected to be wooed and seduced and end up on her back with her legs open looking into the eyes of a man who was about to poke his thing into her bottom. She was looking forward to that, not anxiously, but something that would naturally happen in the course of time. She had taken a photograph of her bottom, just as the man would see her before penetration. She thought she looked attractive.
Instead, it didn't happen like that at all. There was no romance and the demands of her body had overtaken all her other expectations. The last thing she expected was that she would be fucked doggy style. She didn't even know what her bottom looked like from behind. How would he find her hole? She had watched porn a few times and seen it happen but it didn't seem the normal, regular way to her. When his penis touched her in the shower she thought it might happen but it was nevertheless a surprise when she felt it sliding up and down her crack and then suddenly it was opening her up and inside her. The only sensation she could concentrate on was the feeling. She couldn't see him - just feel his long thing deep inside her and then she felt the pulsing as he emptied himself inside her. She was pretty sure she couldn't get pregnant and hoped that was truly the case. After what seemed an eternity of pleasure Jim finally pulled out and washed himself in the shower and she did too.
All afternoon she tried to study and lost count of the number of times she just stared into space sucking her pen, unable to concentrate and occasionally thinking that she would be going back for another swim and more fucking. Kimberly had watched porn but not often and then purely to satisfy her curiosity. She had never done it to amuse herself but as the afternoon wore on, she kept looking and looking. She wasn't sure why she was looking and jumped from here to there and back again. It slowly dawned on her that what had happened that morning had happened without her enjoying it very much but it was becoming apparent, the more she read and looked, that you could really enjoy sex if you did it right. It seemed to her that Jim had enjoyed himself a lot and that she could have a lot more pleasure than she had had. It was all about having orgasms.
Until this point in her life she had rarely taken an interest in sex - it was something to put off for when you got married but those ideas were changing very quickly. She wondered why nobody up to now had explained to her that that little button between her legs was designed for pleasure and nothing but pleasure. She had watched with great interest as two older lesbians had played with each other's clitoris and how they had moaned. When she came back with Jim, she was going to lead and he was going to concentrate on giving her pleasure. It was a simple plan - she would go over and have another swim and then come out and lie in the sun and give Jim her vibrator. She didn't care whether he got a surprise and if he didn't know, she would show him how to use it. Next she would encourage him to go down on her and lick her clitoris and give her an orgasm and then as a reward she would give him the fuck of his life.
It all went to plan and her visits for a swim became a regular thing. And of course, so did the fucking.
