Emily's Story
Chapter One
Here I was, stuck at one of our family's typical summer barbecues with all of the relatives in attendance. Mom had made me come today... no, seriously she did. She put her foot down and insisted that my brother and I should turn up or there would be consequences. Who knows what the consequences would be because I'm 19 and my brother Rod is 21 so what could she really do to us? Rod is moving out into a rental apartment with a couple of his buddies. I still live at home but I have pretty much given mom and dad an ultimatum that I am old enough now to do what I like when I like.
Mom did give me that 'while you're under my roof' speech but when I threatened to do as Rod had done and move out, she softened her stance a little... told me she only had my best interests at heart. I guess I have been testing the limits at home lately, enjoying being over 18 and developing into an independent young woman.
I wonder if mom would be shocked to know I am sexually active. No, I haven't been spreading it around to a bunch of guys... in fact, only one so far and that puts me a bit behind some of my friends. I had this nice boyfriend, Josh, for three months. It wasn't that I ever really thought that he could be the one... you know, the permanent lifelong one. But this was the longest period that I had ever dated just one boy.
So, after eight weeks dating, and with him putting a lot of pressure on me every night that we went out, this one night I made a spontaneous decision to go on with it and pass the point where I would usually stop him. Josh was giving me such wonderfully persuasive feelings, suckling on my nipples, first one, then the other and back again, sending surges of pleasure through my body while he had slipped one hand into my panties and two or three of his fingers were stroking and encircling my hardening clitoris amid my leaking moisture.
I had gradually let him progress - step by step - to this stage these past few weeks until now I had reached the point where the nipple sucking and the stirring fingers at my clit were so accepted that I no longer wanted to deny him - or me - any longer. It was all feeling sexy hot, so on an impulse, I made up my mind that moment; what was the point of hanging onto my virginity for one minute more?
After my firm rejections night after night when he'd try to get me touch him, I'll bet he was surprised when my hand wandered to the front of his trousers and began rubbing the bulge there, feeling the outline of his obviously erect cock and the roundness of his balls. His breathing became heavier and those fingers probing inside my panties, rolling over and around my clit, intensified to such a point that I came - loud and proud - my gasps and moans reflecting the waves of pleasure that took over my body.
As my head spun from the euphoric feelings deep down in my body, his fingers firmly clasped my pubis while I pulsed and throbbed beneath them. I felt his other hand pushing aside mine that had been rubbing his bulge. Before I knew it, he had his erect cock out of his pants and his free hand was wrapping my whole hand around the real thing. All stretched out - taut skin - his cock so hard, leaking what one of my girlfriends had once explained to me was pre-cum. I began to stroke along its length, marvelling at how this part of a male could grow that big - and scaringly impressive - so quickly.
I did have a moment of panic as my fingers tested its length and width... how could this solid core of man meat fit inside my tiny opening, the one that I had so regularly used a hand mirror to peer curiously into while my fingers pulled my labia every which way. Ever since my mom gave me my first sex-ed talk when I was eleven.
I admit that I almost stopped him at this point, fearful that what was about to come next was going to hurt and my more promiscuous girlfriends had told me how it gets messy... there's usually some bleeding, they'd warned me. But then I was on my back... he had stripped off his shirt and my hand touched his chest, felt his firm abs... his was a good male body. He was hovering above me. I couldn't see down beyond his chest but I could certainly feel the hard knob of his cock - the one that I had been holding and stroking in my bare hand only a moment ago - now it was sliding up and down at my labia. "Oh Emily, you are so wet."
Wet? Could that help eradicate the doubts, convince myself that I must really want it, need it, if that part of my body down there had lubricated so naturally. He seemed confident, appeared to know what he was doing. How is that, had he done this before with other girls, was I going to be just one of his conquests?
My thoughts swirled around... was I doing the right thing, what about protection, did he have a condom, had he slipped it on without me knowing? Should I ask, and maybe I should warn him about the unsullied state of this intimate part of my body, let him know it won't just slide in easily, "I've never... err, never done this before, Josh."
"Are you a virgin?"
I looked up into his face, nervous, looking to see his reaction. Would that information put him off, make it all seem too hard... or would he be impressed that I had chosen him to relieve me of the burden of virginity? That's not quite right, I don't know that I really chose him. He was the first guy I had become serious about and, on this night, like most recent nights, he had made me hot. It could be said that he was lucky to be Johnny-on-the-spot.
I nodded affirmatively to his virgin question in the semi darkness, laying on my back, breathing heavy with anxiety, my blouse unbuttoned and open, my bra pushed up under my neck, exposing both my breasts, my nipples hard and wet from his suckling lips and tongue, my skirt furled up around my waist and my panties down, still binding my ankles. What a sight I must be, ready and willing. He smiled warmly down at me, seemingly with confidence and said simply, "Good!" in response to my virgin news.
Then I felt pressure at my pussy, felt his cock large, pushing just inside my entrance, but my hymen seemed to be repelling his efforts... not as eager as my brain to allow access to the hidden treasures beyond. I'd read about all of this, knew the words to describe body parts, "Maybe we should..." I started to suggest, not even sure if I knew enough to complete the sentence but trying to break the tension.
"No babe, it's good, it's all good. Just hang tough, honey."
"It's starting to hurt, Josh," I heard myself whimpering with alarm.
"It will, just for a bit, then it's all good."
"How do you know?"
"I had another virgin last year, she loved it once we got past this bit."
Should I feel better, having my first ever man tell me he'd already deflowered another virgin before me? Or worse because this guy I chose might be a serial devirginiser? Oh my God, don't be so silly Emily, he wasn't to know before tonight that I'd never had a man before.
"What about a condom, have you put one on?"
"I... err... I didn't bring one, never expected that you'd want to..."
Damn him! That's the most important thing... protection, don't all young men carry at least one in their wallet from puberty, just in case? That's the myth!
"Maybe we better wait then..."
"No," he responded quickly, "best to get it done now we've come this far. You should be ok, didn't you just finish a period?"
"How... err, how do you know?"
"Because you wouldn't let me finger you for the past week."