I'd had it bad for other girls before and not gotten my way in the end, but Amanda Cameron was a whole new ballgame. I hadn't had sex since I split up with my last girlfriend a few months before and it was hard, no pun intended, to keep it off my mind. That was, until I met Amanda. She took my mind off of everything. She was the sweetest girl you could imagine. I kissed her for the first time a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday and it was the most delectable penetration of lipflesh you could imagine -- her soft red mouth warm and open and a little wet, her lower lip pushing between my own. She was freshly nineteen: pale, milky white skin, beautiful blue eyes, a button cute nose, long straight brown hair that haloed her face and made my heart hurt every time I looked at her. She was the girl of my dreams.
She was also the biggest virgin you could ever imagine.
You could see it in the way she walked, the way she held herself. There was an innocence to her step, a little pop and wiggle in her hop, that suggested a childish naivety of all things sexual. She was nineteen years old, but her cute teeny bopper looks could have let her pass for fifteen or sixteen. But damn she would have been a goddess amidst sophomores in high school!
Sometimes it was so blatantly obvious that she had never banged anything before. She spoke of only one other boy in her past, someone from a summer camp, and I was guessing he was her first kiss, and her only until me. She had to be so tight - you could tell that from the way she walked too -- very erect, her nice ass straight back and up, her jeans tight around her crotch. Her hymen was intact, her vaginal slit probably too tight to allow even a pinky finger unimpeded entrance.
I went to go pick her up to bring her back to my place to watch a movie. She smelled like heaven when she got in the car. She was wearing this absurdly sexy cutoff tie-dye t-shirt that exposed one milky white shoulder and the straps of her bra and undershirt. Pert little breasts pressed stubbornly against the fabric. Below that she wore tight shorts revealing a wondrous stretch of fleshy white thigh that I wanted to rush my hands up and down in a frenzied fervor of unrequited and long-suppressed lust. But I did not.
We talked for a while. Back at my place she showed me some of her dance moves. She did this one move where she pulled her leg up and over her shoulder and behind her head, so that facing towards me I saw this stretch of her leg straight up in the air, her groin opened and faced to me. I could see her inner thigh and groin muscle flexing slightly at the edge of her shorts. She cleared her throat, she must have caught me staring.
"Uhh," she said, uncomfortable. "What do you think?"
I still thought of the little muscle at the edge of her shorts extending in her groin. Instantly I wondered at the ramifications of such a muscle. Of a powerful groin. How hard would she able to squeeze?
The halfboner I had from her nibbling on my neck when I first sat down had now extended into a rock solid erection, pushing up obviously through my shorts.
"Um," is what I said. I may have said 'wow' or something along those lines. She brought her leg back down and bent over to stretch a kink out. My whole body was tingling. She popped down next to me and took a glance at me, clearly seeing the huge stiffened cock that pressed straight up against my shorts.
"Oh," she said in this little voice, and before she could say anything more I reached over to claim her lips with my own. She gave a little sound, a sweet sexy little "uh!" as I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips. I pressed deeper into her mouth and she discouraged me, kissing back firmly, not opening her hot mouth further, my lips clamped between hers, stopped on their journey to make their way deeper into her. I could not help but imagine what it would feel like to try to shove my penis between her lips and into her wet and warm mouth, instead of my lips, and I felt a shiver of ecstasy run down the length of my body.
The sweet angelic girl must have thought I was cold, because she caught me in her arms and held me tight, closer to her, so as to keep me warm. Poor innocent thing wanted me to be comfortable, having no idea of the one thing that would actually make me feel any better, the one thing that was in her power to do but that I knew she never would. She would do anything for me, but that. She really was a sweet girl.
She let me touch the tip of her tongue with mine, and even sighed contentedly against my mouth, so I let my hand drift from her shoulder down her arm to her stomach. With the tips of my fingers I slowly pushed up her shirt, her never knowing what was happening as we kissed, my hand touching gently on her flesh. When I spread out my palm across her bare abdomen she gasped, pulling me from my reverie. Her shirt was halfway up her chest, just beneath her bra. I began to stroke her stomach, her wonderful little warm stomach, and she gasped again and caught my hand with hers. I stopped, just left my hand spread out flat on her belly, kissing her softly and gently.
I waited for her to pull my hand away but she didn't. I'd never tried anything like this before. The farthest we'd ever gotten had been when we were both drunk one night behind one of the shady bars in the city where her fake I.D. could get her in no questions asked. The bouncers didn't even look at it when she came in, they only looked at her. Afterwards I pressed her up against the brick behind the bar and didn't hold back. I may have brushed her breast, squeezed her thighs while we made out. She gave me a huge hickey below my neck. I walked her to her dorm room but no males were allowed in after 10 pm on weeknights, and after midnight on weekends. So that was it.
I was incredibly happy in that moment, when I sat there on the couch, just kissing her, impossibly in love with the sweet thing that made little gasps when I made her feel too much. Part of me just wanted to hold her close to me forever, her soft hair under my chin, my arms wrapped around her, her lips turning to me every once in a while for a kiss. But that was only a part of me. There was another part of me, a much louder part, a monster that was roaring in my chest, making my heart hammer, remembering the way her hips had grinded back against me when we danced, the way the muscle on the inside of her thigh flexed delightfully, the way there was a childish twinkle in her eye that just had no idea what sex was; it was all making my thoughts muddled and confused. This monster desired one thing and one thing only. It cared nothing for gentle romantic unions and notions. The monster would only be happy if I released my seed deep inside the belly of this girl via vicious thrusts up her cunt of my throbbing cockmeat. I wanted to impose myself over her, break her beauty, crush my body against hers and sate my deepest lusts with one triumphant act of incredible penetration. I loved her so much, but the monster didn't care about that.
I began to move my hand on my stomach again, slowly, softly, my lips calming on hers, my hand stroking slowly from her belly button to just below her breasts. Very slowly I let my hand drop to the button on her shorts. I took my mouth away from hers to look down as I did it, and I saw her with her eyes shut, her face flushed, breathing heavily, taking little gasps of air in and out of her slightly swollen pink lips. My lust grew. It grew so powerful that even I was afraid of it.
Her button came undone with a pop. I put my lips back on hers. Very carefully I used the button of her shorts to pull the zipper open, avoiding any contact with her panties. I had never even gotten close to this far with her before. She was laying back now, slouched, her head against the back of the sofa, her stomach almost flat to the cushions. She kept her legs pressed together, her knees locked tight against one another. I started pulling down her shorts very slowly but I did not get very far because of how tightly she had her legs pressed together. When I pulled harder she protested by reaching down with her own hand.
Fine then, I thought. That's how you want to play it? You'll just have to be convinced then.
