In the corner losing my virginity, part II (mf) | 2016

The story of my first blowjob: Part I!

As the night crowd started to trickle in I drank water for a while to make sure I was good to drive and chatted with regulars, hoping none of them would catch me looking at Alyssa. I helped her change a keg in the cooler, earning a quick kiss and a promise that she’d call me, then headed to the crappy apartment I was sharing.

This was before texting was common (I’m not even sure my flip phone had a camera, actually), so I was probably saved from rookie mistakes like immediately texting her. All I could do was go home and bask in the new memories.

(Detour - my recollections are solid because my spank bank has always centered around personal experiences. Porn jumpstarts my mind but then memory takes over. No video or story can be as erotic as remembering the way a partner’s breasts moved when she was on her back or the slight ragged gasp of a girlfriend discovering she liked to be spanked.)

The next day was Friday - no classes, no work until the night, I wandered around town running errands, waiting and hoping my phone would ring, wondering if it would be awkward working with Alyssa that night. Early in the afternoon, I got a call from the bar and answered, assuming they wanted me to come in early for something.

It was Alyssa, telling me I had the night off and asking if I wanted to spend it at a Marriott in a neighboring city? Yes, yes I did. I was to wear a button-up shirt, meet her at 7 and call on my way to get the room number. The next few hours moved slowly - I went home, showered, shaved, changed shirts multiple times and basically paced back and forth in my room with anticipation until it was time to leave.

I called as I pulled into the hotel lot and found out where to go. I’d like to say I played it cool, but the truth is as soon as Alyssa opened the door for me I hungrily went in for a kiss. She stopped me after a second and told me to slow down, we had all night. Sheepish, I admitted that I had been thinking of seeing her for 24 straight hours.

“Me too,” she replied, sending a rush of blood away from my brain. “But I came straight from work (she had traded shifts to take the night off) and I need a shower and something to eat.”

Alyssa stepped into the bathroom and started the shower, I sat down on the king size bed and turned on the TV, fighting back a little disappointment at the delay. A couple of minutes later, she poked her head out the door - “Aren’t you going to join me?”

I quickly stripped and headed for the shower, stepping in behind her, enjoying my first real look at her body. She was fit but just on the soft side, a small ass but high and round, a remnant of her many years of dancing and running and working out to get back in shape post-children. Running on instinct and Penthouse Letters, I slipped my arms around her and kissed her neck, pressing the length of my erection between her cheeks. She reached back and lazily stroked me as we let the hot water wash over our heads and enjoyed the heat of pressing together.

Reaching for the bar of soap Alyssa started to lather herself but I took over, working it up in my hands and caressing her thighs and ass, up her back, stopping to plant kisses and nibbles on her shoulders and neck, reaching around to soap her flat stomach. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts - firm with a little sag but still perky. Her nipples were large and erect on small areolae, incredibly sensitive to touch. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger caused her to press against me, grinding lightly with her ass.

Hands free of soap, I slid them down her body to her waist and then onward. Gone was the thick bush I had felt the day before, replaced with a neat landing strip and bare lips. I teased her, stroking and probing. I could tell she was soaked (as I would later find out, Alyssa needed no foreplay to get wet, just the hint of sex and at times could almost be too slippery). Finally slipping a finger in and pressing lightly on her clit with my thumb, her knees seemed to weaken and a moan escaped.

Not sure where to proceed I just stood there, pressing tight against her back, my thumb circling and my finger curling until she pulled my hand away and turned around. She hugged me, raising on her toes to playfully bite my shoulder. “Okay, you have to get out of here or else we’re going to spend the entire night in the shower.” “I’m fine with that.” “Hush, go have a cigarette or something.”

I dried off and quickly dressed while she wrapped up and got ready, taking a keycard and Parliament downstairs. I took my time, not wanting to sit thinking about that body while she put on makeup and dried her hair. I opened the door to find Alyssa standing by the bed, checking out her reflection in the mirror - pale skin offset by a black demi-bra and panties that almost matched her dark hair pulled up into a kind of bun. She was absolutely stunning in a way I hadn’t expected and my rational mind shut off, now operating on pure desire. I wanted to taste her.

I’m not sure if words were exchanged, but she looked surprised as I nudged her toward the bed and then back on it. I climbed on top, my tongue exploring her mouth, pausing only to move to her neck and ears, her kissing back, biting my earlobe, arms intertwined around each other.

I pulled back and dragged the tip of my tongue from her clavicle down to her cleavage, hands pulling the bra down so I could take each nipple between my teeth for a moment. I continued down a trail to her belly button, sliding my body down hers. As I reached her panty line I stopped and moved down further, starting the process again from her calves. I loved the feel of her soft, smooth skin, alternating mouth and hands at different spots, kissing my way up the inside of her thighs until I could feel the heat and humidity of her pussy through fabric.

I kissed her mound as she had my cock the day before and Alyssa whimpered slightly, shifting on the bed. Slowly I pulled them down her legs, revealing the folds I had only felt. In all honestly, it was not the most memorably visual vagina I’ve encountered, but I felt like I had entered the promised land. She raised her legs, letting me pull the panties off completely and I easily slipped two fingers into her wetness. I had read about the g-spot so I began curling them back toward me, hoping to feel that little pad inside.

Alyssa began directing me, giving me feedback about where to go and how fast and soon she was starting to tense slightly and her breathing became more ragged. “Use your tongue.” I withdrew my fingers and pressed my mouth against her, darting my tongue inside her folds and truly tasting her - to this day, there are few things better than eating freshly showered pussy. All pussy is great (that I’ve experienced, luckily) but there’s something about coming straight out of the hot water.

“Fingers and tongue.” Okay. “Tongue my clit and use your fingers.” Oh, right. I started moving my tongue side to side and up and down against it while curling my fingers and she began pulling my he’d tighter against her.

“Suck my clit” - I pressed my lips more firmly and started to gently suck on her, still curling my fingers, until Alyssa tensed hard and shook once, twice, three times. She shivered slightly and began to pull me up with her fingers wrapped in my hair.

Alyssa kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. “Christ, you’re soaked. This might qualify as my first lesbian experience.” She pushed me over so that she was on top and began to rub my now rather uncomfortable erection through my jeans.

“I don’t think you’re going to be able to concentrate on dinner with that.” I shook my head and she smiled as she slid down, quickly freeing my cock. Not wasting any time with a tease, she quickly began sucking the head and swirling her tongue, the move that drove me insane the day before. The angle was wrong for a full deepthroat but she took me deep enough in her mouth to get me wet and quickly returned to the head, stroking me hard and fast with her hand.

After the day’s build-up and the last half hour I knew I wasn’t going to last long and quickly felt my balls tighten and my right leg began to shake. My vision narrowed again but I managed to say “I’m gonna…” before I exploded in her mouth. She kept stroking me and swallowing but it was too much and a little dribbled out of her mouth onto me as she withdrew. She wiped it away with a finger and licked the finger clean.

“Do you feel better?” Uh-huh. I was wasted, still laying in my bliss, my cock too sensitive to touch. She stood and leaned over me, I smelled myself on her breath again as she kissed me, now mixed with her scent and taste in my mouth. “I’m going to fix my makeup again and then we’re going to eat.”

By the time she came back out, I was coherent and had managed to pull my pants back up and button them. She picked her panties up off the floor but I asked her to leave them off. She cocked an eye at me and agreed, pulling a gray summer dress out of the closet (the benefits of a hot climate - it was still 85 at night).

In the elevator on the way to the first floor, she had to slap my hand away from pulling up the back of that short dress, but as we walked through the parking garage to find my truck she playfully lifted it herself to flash that pale ass at me.

Dinner at a little sushi place was quiet and uneventful, flirting and chatting as if we were a couple (drawing some looks from other patrons) and soon she was taking my hand, leading the way back to my truck and on to the hotel. A few hot sakes had put her in an even looser mood and on the way up to the room she let me sneak a hand up her skirt to play with her pussy from behind.

One orgasm behind me, I was clearer headed and wanted to take my time and enjoy the process.

Entering the room, I sat back on the little loveseat and pulled her down to me so that she straddled my lap and we started making out again. I let my hands drift, squeezing and stroking her, tracing my finger lightly across her skin, trying to figure out which spots would make her gasp or moan. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid her cold hands inside, warming them against me, then pulled the shirt off completely. I resisted the urge to undress her, to unleash her beautiful, sensitive breasts. The entire night and day before had been much better than I expected of my first time and I was no longer in a hurry.

We took it slowly, lingering with each other, pausing to breathe and touch. Perhaps a little frustrated, after a time she whispered in my ear. “I want you inside of me.” I could not say no to that.

She pulled the gray dress over her head and unsnapped her bra. I grabbed the box of condoms I’d picked up that afternoon but she stopped me - “I’m on birth control, you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to.” I was young, stupid and lucky - the condoms returned to my backpack.

Naked, lying on her side, Alyssa watched me undress. As I stepped to the bed, she moved to kneel facing me and took my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me as it rested on her tongue, not moving, letting me enjoy the warmth for a moment before rolling to her back and beckoning me with one finger.

I moved to the bed and she spread her legs, holding them apart for me to climb between, letting them rest against me as I let my weight rest against her and we continued kissing. I leaned back, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet slit, her hips shifting up and down. “Please.”

Slowly I slid inside of her, my breath escaping at the feel of her surprising tightness resisting me. She was so wet, though, that I was quickly buried inside of her. “God that feels good, baby.” I stopped to kiss her and began to slowly withdraw, afraid that if I moved too quickly this would all be over too soon.

Alyssa began coaching me, telling me to speed up what to do, her hands on my back then squeezing my ass as I built a rhythm, my balls slapping against her. I started to feel a climax building so I pulled out and returned to licking and fingering her for a moment

“Let me get on top.”

We switched positions and she straddled me, guiding me into her soaking pussy, leaning forward, her tits pressing against my chess as she began to slide up and down, moaning in my ear with each stroke. She leaned back to let me me play with her nipples and squeeze her breasts, throwing her head and closing her eyes.

She stopped sliding and started grinding, pressing her weight against my pubic bone, hands on my shoulders, hips moving faster, eyes closed in concentration, pale chest and face flushing with exertion. I tried to thrust up against her but she was fully in charge, using me for her pleasure.

We were both quiet but communicated in choked gasps and moans, until I started to feel my second orgasm building. Roughly squeezing Alyssa’s hips, I thrust against her one last time and let loose a torrent of cum inside of her.

She collapsed on top of me, I softened and slipped out and we lay together, cum dripping, her wetness drying on my cock. Eventually she got up, then I did and cleaned up a little before settling back into bed to cuddle and watch TV.

Being 18, it did not take long before I was stirring again and we had sex twice more that night before she showered and left to go back to her family. I decided to spend the night in the hotel room that reeked of sex and sweat and a couple of illicit cigarettes when we didn’t want to leave the room.

Thus started my two year education with Alyssa, which ended badly (to no one’s surprise) but involved a great deal of fun.