Two

"So," James says awkwardly as he taps his legs, "how do you want to do this?" 

We sit side by side on his bed, not looking at each other. "I don't know, how do you usually start?" 

"Uhh.. making out usually."

"I'm ok with that if you are," I tell him. "I want this to be as normal an experience as possible." 

"Too late for that," he mumbles. But he turns to me, his blue eyes unsure as they meet mine, "but I will do my best to make this normal." 

I give him a small smile, "thank you." He nods and leans in, stopping a few inches away and waits for me to come meet him. I close the distance and meet his lips briefly before pulling away. "See? That wasn't so bad," I joke. 

He doesn't answer, but something replaces the unsure look in his eyes as he leans back towards me. He kisses me again but this time he leans into it, taking control. His lips move against mine, leading mine in a dance that he was obviously experienced in. He bites my bottom lip suddenly, making mine open in a slight gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like mint as his tongue battles mine, making me wonder what else he tastes like.

As we kiss, his hands slowly find their way to my hips, gripping me softly at first, but as our kissing gets more intense, so does the pressure of his hands until finally he pulls me swiftly onto his lap. We break apart slightly as we get situated to our new position. My arms go around his neck and his hands hold my hips firmly, keeping my legs on either side of him, making my nightgown bunch up and barely cover me.

His lips find mine again but this time as we kiss, he moves slightly under me and a hardness growing between his legs making me all too aware that all that separates us is the thin fabric of his boxers. He hasn't yet realized that he's the only one wearing underwear and the thought makes me giddy with anticipation.

So giddy in fact that I start to move with him, so slowly at first that he doesn't notice, or so I think. But after a few minutes he pulls back and takes a shuddering breath, "you sure you haven't done this before?" 

I wasn't about to admit that I'd done some last minute research on the subject. Shaking my head I ask him, "am I doing it alright?" 

"Alright? Fuck Ali," he practically moans my name and it sends a tingle directly between my legs. "I'm so hard it's taking everything I have to go slow." 

Taking one of his hands from my hips, I feel a surge of bravery as I put it between my legs and watch his eyes go wide as he feels the wetness growing and my lack of underwear. "Then don't go slow," I whisper in his ear. 

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," he says huskily, slowly starting to slide his fingers between my slick folds. 

"Fuck me James," I tell him, pressing into his hand. I never thought that I'd ever say those words, but in this moment, they are all that I want to say. 

He needs no other prompting, sliding a finger into me and after a few experimental thrusts, adds another, making me moan softly. He thrusts slowly, his thumb hitting my clit with each one, his fingers grazing an extremely sensitive spot inside me. "So wet," he groans as he continues to stroke me.

My hips buck into his hand, wanting moreof him inside me. The sensation is a hundred times more intense than anything I've ever done to myself. I rock my hips, matching each of his thrusts. His other hand disappears from my hip for a second, reappearing on my lower back. 

"Wait," he moans, pausing his motions. He removes his fingers and replaces them with his cock that he somehow freed from his boxers. It's hot and rock hard as he rubs it against my opening, making us both groan. I want it, more than I've ever wanted anything and I try to push myself down onto it but he stops me. "Slowly," he gasps. "Slowly the first time."

"I want it," I all but whine, not caring how needy I sound. All I can think about is James being inside me, hitting my sensitive spots over and over.

"Fuck, I do too." 

He stops rubbing his cock against me and puts it at my opening, pushing it into me slightly and then slowly, so goddamn slowly, he lets me sink down onto it. He's amazingly girthy and I stretch pleasantly around him, moaning as he fills me. After what seems like an impossibly long time, he's finally all sheathed inside me and the feeling of him is slightly uncomfortable but nothing like the pain that everyone says comes with sex your first time.

He pulls back slightly to look at me, "are you ok?" 

"More than ok," I tell him. 

He takes a deep ragged breath, "ready?" 

I nod quickly and he moves slightly, making his cock move inside me unexpectedly. I gasp at the feeling and he pauses, "I'm fine," I get out. "Don't stop." 

He grips my hips, making me move with him. My arms tighten around his neck and I pull him close, his head resting on my chest as mine falls back. As we rock together, it feels like he's reaching every part of me, parts that I never knew existed. The longer that he's in me, the more that I want and I try to go faster, try to take him harder but his hands on my hips stop me. 

I'm about to complain, but then suddenly he's flipping us so that I'm on my back. The movement makes him pull out slightly and when he gets me down, his cock slides back in, hitting my sensitive spot harder. 

My groan doesn't stop him this time and he braces himself over me with one arm, his other going to my thigh and moving my leg to wrap around his waist. He wastes no time before he moves his hips, pulling out a few inches and pushing back in suddenly. He starts a steady rhythm pulling out more and more with each pass, and before long he's pushing his entire length into me over and over. With each thrust he hits my spot, making my breath come in quick gasps that turn to moans. 

Pressure starts to build up in my stomach, growing more intense with each thrust. "Cum for me princess," James whispers in my ear. "I can feel you tightening around me," he says as he bites my earlobe.He thrusts hard, sending me over the edge into an earth shattering orgasm. As I ride my wave of ecstasy I feel him pull out and groan, a warmth spreading over my stomach that my foggy mind barely registers as him cum.

As I come down off my high, James rolls over to lay beside me, breathing heavily. We catch our breath for the next few minutes and finally I look over at him. His shirt is soaked with sweat and his cheeks are flushed, but he has a content smile as he watches me. 

"That was.. wow," I tell him, still slightly breathless. 

"Yeah," he says softly. 

"Thank you for doing that," I say sincerely. "That was better than ice cream."

He laughs, "did you just compare sex to ice cream?"

I nod, "ice cream is hands down the best thing ever invented, but after that I may just have to move it to second place." 

He's still laughing slightly as he rolls out of bed and goes to his bathroom. I hear the water run and he's back a moment later with a washcloth, sliding back into bed beside me and putting it between my legs. He holds it to my throbbing pussy, soothing an ache I hadn't realized was starting. "Mmm," I sigh, "that's nice." 

"Yeah I learned a lot in college," he jokes, gently rubbing the warm cloth over me. "Sorry about your nightgown though, I didn't have any condoms and I figured you wouldn't want me to cum inside you." 

"I hadn't even thought about that," I admit. "I guess I have something else to thank you for."

"I'll get some before the next time," he says, putting the cloth aside and pulling me into his arms. 

As I snuggle into his chest I ask, "so there's going to be a next time?" 

"As many as you want."