Jace and I had walked around the block twice now, his icy fingers wrapped around mine served as a reminder to bring gloves the next time; it hadn’t been so cold when we left, but the sun was setting with its warmth following not far behind. We passed Misseltwaithe Drive again, turning right meant walking back home – not a far walk either, maybe 350 feet, left would take us down a dead-ended road where the high school sat empty for the weekend. It had been nice living so close to school, I don’t think I woke up before 7AM once since moving here. However, graduating had been even better. I decided on going left, it bought me just a little more time alone with Jace, and that was never a bad thing; my family liked him well enough, but maybe I’m a bit selfish. Another wintery gust of wind made me question my decision; but then, Jace stopped walking. Confused, I looked up at him, he cupped my cheek in his hand, brushing my hair behind my ear and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled through the kiss, his lips were cold, his breath warm – such a pleasant juxtaposition. I gently sucked on his tongue when he slipped it into my mouth. Our kiss ended much too soon, and we continued walking, but not before a couple staccato closed-mouth kisses.
We walked to the school in near silence, there wasn’t much left to say after hours of mindless chatter, I knew what was on his mind – we’d talked about it earlier in the week. I wanted to try it too, but being a virgin, I was nervous that I’d screw something up and he’d break up with me; he was a virgin also, or so he said, but I knew he’d dated a few girls in high school. We’d decided on this day, just as good a day as any I suppose, and I’d done my best to have a normal date despite my nervous anticipation. We walked around to the back of the school, there would be much less chance of getting caught there; the frontage road was blocked by a small grove, and the building itself served as shelter from any passersby.
We made out again on the back side of the building, I was pressed up against the blue doors which lead to the cafeteria. I hardly noticed the cold anymore, nor did I hear the traffic whizzing past on the highway, Jace’s hardy, quiet presence enveloped my senses as our lips and tongues joined in dance. My heart, working at nearly 300% capacity pounded in my head, pumping blood through my veins like an army’s advancing march, a march leading between my legs where a nice tingly warmth grew to an all-consuming hotness.
“Can I s-s-see it,” he stammered, breaking our kiss.
“Yes,” I said nodding, I had spent considerable time shaving last night, for the first time, because I’d read on Google that men like women to be hairless. I’d done an okay job I guess, but this morning the area was red with irritation, I prayed that it looked better now as I slipped out of my flats and rolled my tights down. By the time I’d gotten my tights off and my panties down around one ankle a minute – or less – had passed; it had felt like an eternity, ever more agonizing knowing that for the first time someone would see, and pass judgment on me. I pressed my weight against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the cement, I spread my legs and hiked my skirt up for him. I winced as I set my bare ass on that cold concrete – this would have been a lot more comfortable inside.
I didn’t quite understand the look on his face, it was something between deer-in-the-headlights mixed with shock and admiration, but I knew that not only was he a virgin like me, but this was probably his first time seeing a vagina outside of whatever porn site he liked. Knowing that I was his first, and remembering the girls he had dated before, was the highest compliment I had ever received; in that moment I felt like the most beautiful girl in all the world.
Jace sat between my legs and started touching me, it was awkward, he didn’t know how to do it, but I let him explore my body anyway. Thankfully I was able to ignore the awkwardness of his unfamiliar pawing at my vagina when he started kissing me again, I knew he’d get better at it over time, and we had the rest of our lives to spend getting to know one another’s bodies. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me; having been aroused most of the day they went in quite smoothly, however, he brushed right past the g-spot and pushed and pushed until he couldn’t get his fingers any deeper. He began thrusting them in and out as fast as he could, fast and deep, fast and out; I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder moaning softly. Jace’s touch did give me some pleasure, albeit, not as much as when I masturbated – then, I’d had a lot more practice; however, what was much more arousing was the thought of finally having sex, of knowing what it was like. I knew I would like it if it wasn’t good there wouldn’t be so many people on Earth, and I was ready.
“Jace, stop,” I said, pushing his hand away from me, “it’s too cold, let’s go home.” I dressed quickly, and we headed back towards the house hand-in-hand.
The house was empty except for my little brother Matt watching TV, Jace and I sauntered off to my room, closing the door behind us.
“I still want to,” I said, “but it was so cold.” Jace smiled, he must have been worried that I’d backed out of our arrangement. I kissed him deeply and squeezed at the crotch of his pants.
“Is it big,” I asked.
“Well,” he said, “I’ve never compared it to anything, but it doesn’t seem too big to me.” I unfastened his pants and zipper; I fell to my knees as I slid his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was hard as stone, and it looked big to me – maybe too big. My cheeks became red hot as I took the sight of him in, sex education in school had only ever shown cartoonish genitalia, I took him in my hand and began exploring his body; it was fascinating. I examined how his sack, which was saggy and wrinkly, connected to the smooth hard dick in my hand. I noted the little helmet shape of the tip, which was even softer than the rest of him. He hadn’t shaved like I had, I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
I pushed him against my little sister’s bed and inched my way closer to him, once in a comfortable position I began stroking him slowly. His deep moans made me smile, I loved being able to please him, to think I was doing it right. I had never given anyone a blow job, and the idea seemed a little off-putting, I was sure I’d choke on it once he was halfway inside. Instead, I licked him. I started at the base, where his sack joined the shaft and licked up toward the tip, he liked that, and I giggled. I kissed the tip. Then I angled him down a bit and planted a row of kisses from the tip to the base on top; having him like this, hearing his reactions and feeling his cock pulse with each heartbeat turned me on, I licked him again and again, but I was too scared to put it in my mouth.
Once he was nice and wet, I began stroking him, his moans became low, breathy whispers of “oh God,” he also grew harder, which I couldn’t believe was even possible. I tried playing with his balls, which he loved, he gasped at my touch and yelped like a puppy. I was amused by his reaction, but it felt weird, so I stuck with just playing with his cock.
Still stroking, I looked into his eyes, “Are you ready?” I asked. He groaned in ecstasy and nodded his head; I stood up and pushed him back onto Reagan’s bed. I hiked my skirt and straddled him, knowing that by sitting on top of him I’d be able to get off pretty quickly if someone walked in. I didn’t stop to think about how it would leave him completely exposed, looking back it would probably have been pretty embarrassing. I was thankful that his erection stood nearly straight up, I took hold of it and slowly guided myself onto him, once he was fully in I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. We were both smiling.
The feeling of Jace inside me is impossible to describe, it was my first time having a real penis, and it was hard, smooth, and soft. It pulsated inside, and it definitely felt way better than then handle of my wooden hairbrush. I’d tried a few different things to masturbate with, my fingers, sharpie markers rubber banded together, eventually settling on the hairbrush; but this was a whole new level of pleasure. I slowly rocked myself back and forth, up and down on him. My heart skipped a few beats when I heard the front door slam, I paused, listening. Reagan was home, and it sounded like her friend Josie was with her. Jace pushed himself up against me, I gasped and focused on the sex again. In the back of my mind, I knew we could get caught at any moment, and it made my heart beat faster, my cheeks and ears burned red with pre-meditated embarrassment. I knew we had to hurry, I didn’t want to get caught, but the risk of it all turned me on.
Soon I was moaning in Jace’s ear, tugging his earlobe with my teeth, and kissing his neck; I did anything I could to keep from being too loud as my body writhed with pleasure.
Suddenly Jace clenched his hands around my waist and held me in place against his hips, he panted heavily in my ear. I felt him spasm inside me, it was unmistakable, such violent pulsations. He’d come inside. When he finished, we looked into one another’s eyes as he caught his breath.
“Did you just..,” I began.
“I’m sorry, you felt too good.”
“I-its okay,” I said, climbing off. I straightened out my skirt as he got dressed; never in my life had I seen anyone get pants on so quickly.
“Holy shit,” he said, “that was amazing.”
“Yeah, I’ve never felt that good.”
“Thank you. I’ve waited for that forever…”
Just then Reagan burst through the door, announcing that dinner was ready before turning and heading right back out. Jace and I exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
“Oh my God,” I said, “that was so close!”
