"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. I bit my lower lip and nodded. There was no going back now - and I was desperate to feel him inside me.
***
The summer when I lost my virginity, my parents and I lived in a big house in the country. Rolling green fields surrounded it, daffodils scattered profligately through them. We had moved there just before Christmas last year: my father made the transition from critically acclaimed novelist to commercially successful writer with an immense bank account. He was about to head off on a book tour, promoting his new novel, Deeper Darkness. He'd spend the summer touring the country while my mum and I echoed about our new house - perhaps finishing the decorating. What a treat that would be.
The morning he left, I kissed him goodbye at the door and Mum drove him to the airport. I wandered through to the kitchen, looking for some breakfast - it was eleven o'clock, but I stayed up and woke late during the holidays. The decorator called a greeting to me: "Hey kid. We're painting the dining room today, so we'll be tracking in and out through the hall most of the morning." He was a big, well-built man, rough stubble on his craggy face, tatty white T-shirt almost split by his broad chest. And the way his jeans hugged his ass! Wow.
I thanked him, blushing, and grabbed a banana from the kitchen heading back to my room. I listened to some music and watched some television before heading out to meet my friends at the pub.
A week later, during lunch, my Mum told me my cousin would be joining us for the summer. "Milton? Great! I haven't seen him for over a year."
He was at Sheffield University. His parents- his father was my Mum's brother- had moved to the south of France. Milton was paying his own way through university, as much as he could anyway, and needed to work over the summer. He had got a job with a hotel that would put him up, but it didn't start for another month, so he'd stay here in the interim. He and I and grown up together, although he was a year older than I, until his parents moved away when he was ten and I nine.
Milton arrived the next day. He had changed a lot since the last time I had seen him, lost the last of his puppy fat, changed his hairstyle, grown more confident. My mum had picked him up at the bus station and as she got out of the car, he strode up to me, bag over his shoulder, smiling a dazzling white smile. He swept me up in a great hug and said, "Hey Coz, great to see you again." I hugged him back and we all went inside the house.
At dinner that night, Mum sprung a surprise on us: "Milton, now you're here, I thought I might join Daniel on his tour, for a while at least."
I protested, "Mum, I'm eighteen for Christ's sake! If you wanted to go see Dad you could of left me alone."
"Sorry Sarah, I just feel more comfortable with Milton here, when the decorators are around." She raised a hand, stilling the protest on my lips, "I know, I know, it's silly, but we can't alter the way we feel." She smiled at Milton. "I hope you don't mind me leaving you so soon, but I can catch a train direct to Glasgow tomorrow morning in time to surprise Daniel in Waterstone's. He's doing a late night reading there."
Milton told her it was no problem. We spent the rest of the meal talking about his first year at university and about me going in the autumn. Later we all watched television together. Mum and Milton headed off early, Milton tired after his journey, Mum wanting to be up early for her trip. I watched a crappy horror film and got to bed around two am. I set my alarm clock for six so I could be up to see Mum off.
The alarm shrieked through a dream where, for no discernible reason, some of my girlfriends and myself tried to solve a jigsaw puzzle in the nude. Head fuzzy and wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties I went downstairs.
Milton and my mum were finishing a pot of coffee and some toast when I walked into the kitchen. The said morning, Mum smiling at my messy demeanour, Milton avoiding looking at me. Shortly, we walked out to the car. I stood on the doormat, the concrete slabs being to cold for my feet. Mum got in the car and Milton put her suitcase in the boot. He gawked at me for a moment, before he got in, buckling his seat belt as Mum drove off waving. I waved back then looked at the ground, waggling my toes. I began to blush - my nipples were rock hard and huge, jutting out of the T-shirt distinctly. I went back to bed, but couldn't sleep.
I lay thinking about the rugged decorator, wondering what his callused hands would feel like on my breasts, imagining what his cock would look like. The duvet was wrapped around me, caressing every millimetre of skin not covered by my clothes. I slipped a finger inside my cotton panties and found myself completely soaking. I rubbed myself until I came, moments later. Satisfied, I drifted into an uneasy sleep, until Milton returning with the car awoke me. I got up, showered and dressed, smiling shyly as I said hello to the decorator who was redoing the artexing in the dining room.
Milton and I had dinner together then sat down to watch a movie called Y Tu Mama Tambien. It was a Mexican road movie, with some rather hot sex scenes. I could feel a damp heat inside my panties that I looked forward to satisfying when the movie ended. Then during one scene where a handsome, far younger man fucked the lead actress in her car, I saw Milton fidgeting and looked over. An immense bulge, which he was trying to conceal, distorted the front of his trousers. He saw me looking and moved his hands away in a blur. He pointedly stared at the movie and I looked away, but I kept glancing back. Gradually his erection subsided, and we watched to the end of the film in quiet. He got up, muttered "G'night" and walked quickly off. I took the DVD out of the player and put it in its case, then headed off to my room to masturbate.
On route, I passed the main bathroom. I could hear Milton inside, moaning and grunting, and a fast slapping sound. The slapping got faster and faster and Milton began to groan louder. As he gasped climactically, I crept away to my room. My cunt was dripping, and I came almost the instant I brushed a finger against my clit.
The next morning, Milton met me on the stairs and asked to have a word with me.
"Look Sarah, I know you saw me, uh, aroused last night. I just want to say, um, I wasn't, you know, perving at you. It's just the movie was pretty arousing and, well, I haven't seen my girlfriend in a couple of months. So I'm sorry. Alright?"
He was blushing, really embarrassed, and his frankness had embarrassed me. I told him it was fine and he left the room. As he did, I found myself watching his firm ass rolling in his tight jeans, watched how the muscles in his torso rode under his shirt.
I walked back towards my room. The decorator stopped me to tell me he'd be finishing early today - he had a christening to attend. I said it was fine and he smiled roguishly at me. I headed up the stairs, but still heard him say to his fat, balding assistant: "God, have you seen the tits on her? I bet her cunt's tighter than an Aberdonian." Suddenly I was glad Mum had not gone until Milton was here.
The trouble is, I'm a virgin. Hard to believe at eighteen years old. Most of my friends had done it for the first time at sixteen or younger, but I had wanted to wait for "that special someone". When I had grown out of those mawkishly romantic years, everyone had seemed so experienced. My friends would talk about how well endowed their boyfriends were, about what techniques they used, how many blowjobs they had given, those sort of things. I usually stayed quiet, sometimes making up a few things. But I was worried - how could I sleep with some guy when the next day he'd go around telling people how rubbish I was in bed? So I stayed a virgin. I was planning to lose it when I went to university. But now...
At lunch, Milton told me he was going to sunbathe beside our pool, and went up to his room to change into shorts. My mother's bedroom looked out onto the pool and I watched him laying on the sun-lounger. He wasn't muscled like the builder, had less rough, slab muscle and more smooth tone. I changed into my two-piece bikini, went out and lay next to him. "Mind if I join you?"
He coughed. "Not at all." He rolled onto his front and turned his head to face me. We talked for a while until I built up the courage to ask: "I want to get a nice even tan - do you mind if I take my top off?"
He blushed and stammered, finally managing to get out, "Uh... sure, I'll just look the other way."
"Oh don't worry about that." I reached behind me and undid the string holding my bikini top on. Milton looked away but kept looking back against his will. I pulled the top off, letting my heavy breasts tumble out. I lay back and ran my left hand down my left breast, feeling the mild hardness of my nipple - I was already slightly aroused. I rested my hand on the fabric covering my little pussy and we were quiet for a while.
Milton lay on his front still, sometimes looking away from me, more often than not staring at my breasts. His gaze aroused me further until my nipples were fully hard, large and erect on my chest. When I saw him surreptitiously adjusting his cock again, I knew I had him.
"Better turn over or you're going to burn," I said.
