Did you enjoy reading about my first time Steve?
Was it what you expected? Or did you think I'd be disappointed, like you said you were after your first time?
Remember asking me what was the biggest cock I ever had? Well it certainly wasn't yours as you're about to find out...
Kathleen's Lovers: Chapter two -- Cliff
I would love to say I awoke the next morning to Darren's soft kisses and made love again as the morning sunlight broke through the window. The reality was somewhat different.
I was asleep next to Darren when the bedroom door flew open and a young blonde guy burst in shouting "Dal! Dal! C'mon it's nine o'clock!"
I realised I was naked and quickly pulled a sheet around me, but not before he'd got a good look at my half-covered body. Our eyes met and I recognised him as one of Darren's friends from the night before. He looked over towards Darren
"C'mon Dal, the bus is waiting!"
Darren leapt from the bed, pulling on scattered clothes from around the room.
"What's going on?" I asked, dazed by this sudden rush of activity.
"Sorry Love, we're going on an excursion, it's already booked" he replied, pulling a T-shirt over his head.
"But.. but what about me?" I said in a rather feeble voice.
"Look, make yourself something to eat if you like, have a wash, whatever and then let yourself out."
Darren bent over me and kissed my forehead.
"We'll meet up later Love" he said and made for the bedroom door.
"But where? Bengee's?"
"Erm, yeah Bengees. See you in there."
"What time?" but he was already out in the hallway.
"Eight? Is eight okay?" I called.
"Yeah love" he called back "Yeah. eight's fine" and the door closed.
I could hear other male voices out in the hallway and made out "how'd ya get on?" and some laughter but it soon faded away.
And there I was. All alone.
I pondered for a minute what had just happened. I'd fallen asleep next to the most wonderful guy I'd ever met, the man I had given my virginity to, and woke up to a whirlwind of excuses and goodbyes. And why did he keep calling me 'Love?' Had he forgotten my name?
"No, no he couldn't have" I told myself.
"He's not like that, he's just in a rush that's all."
The seeds of doubt had been sown though.
I got up and looked down at the bed. The centre of the bed sheet was stained with blood. The blood from my recently taken virginity. I bundled it up and left it in the hallway for the Maid to collect.
I showered, washing away the dried blood and semen from the insides of my thighs and pussy, and got dressed. I couldn't find my panties though. Had he hidden them to keep as some kind of trophy I wondered?
Again I dismissed the notion and left.
Entering my own Hotel meant going past the poolside bar and, sure enough, Karen and a few other bikini-clad girls were already there, having an 'early one.'
"Here she comes" cried out Karen, spotting me trying to creep by unnoticed "the dirty stop out!"
I stopped and, buoyed by Darren's words from the night before, turned on her.
"Oh who do you think you are? My Mother?" I snapped back.
This got a laugh from the other assembled girls and Karen for a moment looked a little dumbstruck. She then broke into a smile and beckoned me over.
I joined the girls for a drink with Karen welcoming in into her 'gang' and telling me I was 'alright.' They shared their stories of the previous night with me before asking where I had got to. I briefly told them what had happened to me before returning to my room.
There, still sleeping, was my best friend, Jenny. She asked where I had gone and said that she'd looked all over for me and had been really worried. I told her all about Darren, and how wonderful he was and, yes, that I had slept with him (I didn't however tell her of the abrupt end to it all in the morning). She seemed amazed that her shy friend had done such a thing on her first night on holiday and, although no longer a virgin herself, still asked me lots of questions...
"What was it like? Did it hurt? Did you like it? Did he come inside you?"
When she said that I suddenly remembered something and dashed to my toiletry bag for my pill (after a few unfortunate 'accidents', a friend had advised me to go on the pill to make my periods more regular. Now, thankfully, they were doing the job they were intended for). This put us both into fits of giggles.
We spent the rest of the day around the pool, my thoughts though were on the evening ahead and meeting Darren again. I got the rest of the girls to agree to go to Bengee's too but, come eight o'clock, he wasn't there. We stayed for two hours before moving on elsewhere. I felt like crying but managed not to. The doubts from that morning went through my mind again.
Had he meant to see me again? He didn't seem too concerned as he left, just repeating the place and time I had suggested before dashing away.
And what was all that whooping and laughing in the corridor when he left? Was he bragging to his mates about our night together -- my 'special night?'
Again, I told myself he wasn't like that and there must be some good reason why he couldn't have made it. Still, I was miserable for the rest of the night.
The next day I was in no mood to sit around the pool with the others. And besides, my red hair and pale skin were not good for sunbathing -- and certainly not the topless sunbathing they were all doing!
Instead I went for a walk through the town and found Darren's Hotel. I went in and looked around the pool but didn't see him or any of his friends. I went to reception to leave a message but then realised I couldn't remember the room number and, even worse, didn't even know his surname. Disappointed again, I left.
That night I made a feeble attempt to coax the girls into trying Bengee's bar again but the majority had seen enough of it and wanted to try somewhere else. Besides, tonight was a 'girls night' and Karen had produced a bag of pink vests for us all to wear, each with a nickname across it in black lettering. She handed me mine and said
"I got you a small. Jenny said you had red hair so that's all I could think of"
I held it up. It had spelt across it in italics
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NATURAL REDHEAD
