An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

Chapter 6: Girlfriend

“You should call your girlfriend.”

“Huh?” With red eyes, I blearily turned my gaze to my big sister Brandi.

“Call Megan,” she said. “You just got home and she’ll want to hear from you tonight. Girls like that.”

“Oh… right, right,” I nodded.

“Just looking out for you little bro,” Brandi smiled and hopped up the stairs to her bedroom. I was simultaneously thankful and annoyed at her. Thankful, because it never would have occurred to me to call my “girlfriend” upon returning from a month away and it WAS a good idea. Annoyed, because SHE had slept for most of the drive home and had the energy to hop while I still couldn’t sleep in a moving vehicle and was feeling bone tired.

I staggered over and told my mom I wanted to use the phone when she was done. She was letting Beth Evans know our family had arrived safe and sound. I toyed with the idea of asking to speak with Dawn for a little while, but sighed and pushed my best friend from my mind. Dwelling on her wasn’t going to do me any good from five hundred miles away.

Five minutes later, I was dialing the half-remembered phone number to Megan’s house.

“Ben!” Megan answered breathlessly as soon as she picked up the line. Ah, the age of caller I.D.

“Hey…” I said tiredly.

“You’re back!”

“Evidently.”

“You don’t sound excited to hear my voice,” she pouted. Megan had seemingly built this moment into some grand reunion and I was disappointing her.

“Sorry. I’m just exhausted. I couldn’t sleep for the entire drive down,” I replied wearily.

“Oh, okay.” She went silent for a second.

Now what was I supposed to do? Brandi had said to call her but hadn’t told me what to say. What did I want to say? Hey Megan, I still like you and want to fuck your brains out but I didn’t really miss you because I spent my entire time fucking the brains out of my best friend and her sister with big tits! Yeah, that would go over well.

“I got your letter,” Megan said brightly.

Letter? Oh, yeah… Sometime in the middle of the month at camp, when Dawn and I were reminding ourselves we were just friends, we’d both sat down and written letters to our actual boyfriend and girlfriend. Dawn wrote some flowery romantic thing that went on for three pages. I wrote a half-page ‘Hey I’m having fun but I miss you’ short note.

“Yeah, sorry I’m not a better writer. I’m really not a ‘letters’ kind of guy.”

“That’s okay,” Megan said sweetly. “I’m just happy you remembered to write.” She sighed. “Oh, I wish I could see you right now!”

“Me, too,” I said automatically. I felt bad. Megan had been such a good friend to me over the past year, but right now I couldn’t muster up the same enthusiasm she had for this relationship.

“Am…” Megan’s voice cracked nervously as she took a deep breath. “Ben, am I still your girlfriend?”

Both my eyebrows rose. To tell the truth, if Dawn had come back to Orange County with me, my answer to Megan would be ‘no’. I would MUCH rather be with my Dawn than Megan. But then again, if Dawn was living nearby, I doubted I would ever have even started being Megan’s boyfriend in the first place.

And right now, having a girlfriend sounded better than being single. So with as much conviction in my voice as I could manage, I answered, “Of course. I promised, didn’t I?”

“Oh, thank god,” Megan sighed with obvious relief. “I wanted to believe you’d still want me, but I was afraid.”

“Relax, Megan. I still want you,” I forced some cheer into my voice. “It’s only been a month.”

“I want you.” Megan dropped her voice almost to a whisper as she husked, “I got sooo horny for you this last month, Ben.”

“Me, too,” I said automatically, and the husk in her voice made me remember what Megan looked like naked.

“When can we meet again?” she asked anxiously.

“Uh, Monday, I guess. When our parents go to work.”

“Not tomorrow?” Megan whined.

“Well, maybe for a bit. But we won’t have anywhere private to go.”

“I don’t care. I just want to see you, Ben,” her voice was urgent, and she started panting softly. “I’m touching myself right now thinking of you.”

My eyes popped open. “Are you in front of your parents?”

“No, silly,” she giggled. “I brought the phone into my room.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So when you masturbate tonight, will you think of me?” she asked hopefully.

“Uh, honestly, I don’t think I’ve got the energy to masturbate. I’m going to pass out as soon as I hit my bed.” And then I was hit with a big yawn that seemed to last a minute.

Megan giggled, “You really ARE tired.”

I sighed. “Long day.”

“Well, I’ll let you go. You’ll call me tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“When tomorrow?”

I rolled my eyes in cranky annoyance. She was getting rather clingy, but I supposed it was understandable since I’d been gone for a month. I was sure she’d calm down after a few days. I sighed, “I’ll call you, okay? We’ll go out tomorrow night.”

“Okay, good night, Ben. I love you,” she said sweetly.

“Good night, Megan,” I replied and then hung up the phone.

“Hey there, Ben. Where’ve you been all summer?”

I froze in place on the sidewalk, turning to see a cherry red Mustang convertible idling next to the sidewalk. In the driver’s seat was Adrienne Dennis, gorgeous blonde cheerleader and neighbor down the street. It looked like she was just coming back from the beach, a cooler and towels in the backseat along with a wakeboard, and her only covering up top was a skimpy bikini that would have put Dayna’s to shame. At least I was used to seeing Dayna’s big tits, so I was quickly able to get over my shock and bring my eyes up to Adrienne’s gorgeous face.

“Uh, hey Adrienne,” I turned in surprise. “Well, my family goes up to a camp every July.”

“Cool.” Her smile flashed big rows of pearly white teeth. “Looks like you did some working out while you were up there. You’re looking good, Ben.”

“Uh, thanks.”

She giggled and then shifted her car into gear. “I’ll see you around.” And then she drove up another few houses before opening the garage and turning left into it. I put her out of mind and instead hurried down to Keira McNeil’s door.

Now perhaps if I hadn’t been so eager to see Keira again, I would have looked around to make sure the coast was clear before ringing the doorbell. But I was eager, and I didn’t check, and I never saw Adrienne come out of the garage to stare at me from across the street.

I had to ring the bell a second time before the door finally opened, and then there was my favorite adult woman in the world wearing a light summer dress that caused me to pop an instant boner.

“Ben, hi!” Keira jumped forward and enveloped me in a hug. Good lord she smelled good. Her lush brown hair was pulled back to show off her pretty face and I felt the warmth of her bare shoulders beneath my hands as I returned the hug.

And then before we got out of the doorway, instinct overtook us and our heads came together for a passionate kiss.

When we finally broke apart, Keira took my hand and tugged me into her house while closing the door. We moved into the living room and settled onto the couch. “Oh, Ben, I’ve missed you! How was camp?”

“It was great. Just great,” I said brightly, eager to share my budding relationship with Dawn. Keira McNeil was the only one in the world I trusted enough to tell. Not my parents, not my friends, just her. “So much happened to me up there.”

“I can’t wait to hear it. And I’ve got a lot to tell you myself,” she smiled wistfully, a hint of wary concern in her eyes.

“Can it wait?” I asked with my eyes obviously running up and down her body. I hadn’t cum since Friday and my hormones were pumping in overdrive. Her flower-print dress had slender straps and a bustline that drooped low enough to show the beginnings of her cleavage. And the rest of the material was light and thin enough to outline her body’s curves.

Keira took one look at the hunger in my eyes and she blushed. “Well, I suppose it can.”

Eagerly, I leaned across the couch and captured her lips with my own again, reveling in her familiar taste and quickly bringing my hands up to her shoulders to grip her tightly.

The beautiful brunette moaned and put her hands to my head, tilting my face so that she could plunge her tongue deeper into my mouth. And then her hands moved to my back, gripping my shirt and balling it up in her fists while she groaned and pulled me atop her so that I was lying across her body on the couch.

We frenched for a minute while Keira scrabbled to tug my shirt over my head. And when my bare chest was revealed to her, she paused and squeezed my hard pecs. “You’ve been toning up, Ben. Getting a lot of exercise at camp?”

“Something like that,” I answered, thinking of my marathon fuck sessions with the Evans girls, pleased that both gorgeous Adrienne and my beautiful Keira thought I was looking better.

“Mmm… I like…” Keira continued to rub my naked chest. And then she rolled us over so that I was sitting on the couch and she could kneel on the floor to remove my shorts.

My cock was no sooner revealed than Keira had quickly swallowed it, bobbing her head up and down for a minute before popping off and breathlessly asking, “Did you get bigger?”

“Uh, I dunno. Haven’t measured it since I left.”

“Well, it FEELS bigger. Thicker, at least,” she sighed and then stretched her lips around me once again. This time, she also brought up her hand to start jacking me while starting in on the powerful sucking.

I realized Keira’s goal. We’d done this enough times and she’d taught me enough of her “non-verbal cues” for me to recognize that she just wanted me to cum as quickly as possible so that she could swallow me down. I was surprised that it actually took me a few seconds to figure that out, out of practice as I was with her specific signs and indicators.

Keira wanted me to pop off in her mouth and she soon got her wish. I bucked my hips off the cushion, shoving my cock against the back of her mouth in reflex before I started painting her tonsils with my cum. She drank down every drop with a happy smile and sighed with satisfaction. Right then, I wasn’t sure who was the bigger cumslut: Keira or Dayna.

After cumming, I stood my older lover up and began stripping her. Now that I’d gotten my first orgasm out of the way, I was far more patient and took the time to nuzzle and kiss each bit of exposed skin as I divested the beautiful 28-year-old of each piece of clothing. And I loved the way her green eyes sizzled as she watched me.

I then spun her around to sit on the couch, pulling her hips to the edge and spreading her legs wide. It was my turn to kneel and orally pleasure her. And pleasure her I did. If there was one aspect I had vastly improved upon from repeated practice on the Evans sisters, it was cunnilingus.

Keira had taught me a lot, but she really only knew what felt good for her. Megan was too inexperienced to really understand what was going on or how to explain what she wanted from me, so I pretty much just did the same things I’d done to Keira with a little improvisation based on me trying to read Megan’s cues. But Dawn and Dayna, those girls KNEW how to eat pussy. They’d taught me VERY well and now I was showing Keira that the student had become the master.

“Oh MY, Ben!” Keira gasped. “Where did you learn to do THAT?”

I pulled my head up just long enough to say, “I’ve got a LOT to tell you.”

“Tell later. Eat more!” she urged and then pressed my head into her crotch. I did as she asked.

Three orgasms later, Keira couldn’t wait any longer and she turned around, knelt on the seat, and braced herself against the backrest with her ass pointed back at me. I saw the wet lips of her sodden pussy between her legs and while fisting my re-hardened cock, I stepped into position and thrust myself into the pretty brunette from behind.

“Ohhh, Ben!” Keira crooned.

“Ohhh, Keira!” I sighed. And then I started pumping. I ran my hands across her naked back, tracing her spine. I gripped her hips to hammer her a little harder for a few strokes. And I bent over to reach around and play with her tits and tweak those sensitive nipples, just the way she liked it.

“Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!” she began chanting. “Harder! Harder!”

So I fucked her harder.

“Pinch my nipples. Squeeze them!”

So I pinched her nipples. It was so easy having sex with Keira. She knew what she wanted and she was very vocal about telling me. And she reaped all the rewards.

“Oh God! Oh God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! YES!”

And she was cumming. Her pussy muscles clamped down onto me and I thrust twice more before driving my cock all the way in and holding myself there while I spunked out a heavy load straight into the depths of her clenching box. And we thrashed against each other for a good minute while she rode the waves of her climax and I kept spitting out wad after wad of creamy jism.

When we were done, I got the box of tissues and handed it off to Keira to let her dab herself dry so the couch wouldn’t stain. And then still naked, she collapsed into my arms and held herself against my chest. “Ohhh, I needed that, Ben. I thought I’d gotten used to going without sex after three years without Colin. But you spoiled me rotten, big boy. My dildo just isn’t the same.”

“I’ll be here any time you want me,” I said sincerely, looking into her eyes.

But that wary concern came back into her green gaze. And taking a deep breath, she said, “We need to talk about that.”

“What?”

“I’m dating someone.”

We got cleaned up and redressed before sitting back down on the couch together. Keira wanted to ask me questions about camp but I was one-track minded about getting her to explain more about her new “date”.

“He’s a lawyer, he’s 32, and he just got out of a long-term relationship. His girlfriend wanted him to settle down, but he’s a workaholic. We met because he won a real estate case for one of my coworkers and we all went to a bar to celebrate about a week after you guys left for camp. He seems like a good guy, and he’s not going to pressure me for anything serious right away. We’ve only been on three dates.”

My mind immediately went to Adrienne’s comment about what happens after three dates. And biting my lip with jealousy I asked, “Have you had sex with him?”

Keira chuckled at the expression on my face and shook her head. “No.”

I visibly relaxed.

But then she continued, “Not yet.”

Looking pained, I asked, “You’re thinking about it?”

“Are you jealous, Ben?” Keira looked amused.

“I…” I looked up to collect my thoughts. I took a deep breath before responding, “Well, yeah. But it’s okay. I get it. It’s not like I can marry you. And it’s not like I haven’t been with anyone else. It’s only fair.”

“You’re young, Ben,” Keira smiled wistfully. “I’m… I’m just using you for sex right now. It wouldn’t be fair for me to keep you from living your life or dating around.”

I shrugged. “You’re not just using me. And if you were, it’s not like I’m complaining. You’ve taught me so much and the sex is wonderful!”

She blushed and smiled. “It IS, isn’t it?” Then she shook her head to clear it and frowned at me. “But you have to know Ben: If Stuart and I get serious then we can’t sleep together anymore. It wouldn’t be fair to him.” Her words said “if”, but her tone said “when”.

I’d known this would happen eventually. I’d felt it in my gut when I left her to go to camp. But expecting it is one thing; not being disappointed is completely different. I sighed and looked at the floor while Keira patiently waited me out. But then I took another deep breath and softly stated, “I understand.”

“You’re not happy about it.”

“Of course not! I LOVE what we do together. But I understand.” I gave her a weak smile and Keira pulled me to her to wrap me up in her arms. Damn she smelled good.

“Oh, Ben. If only you were ten years older,” she sighed.

I bent my nose down to nuzzle her shoulder and neckline, fighting away the urge to cry. And I reminded myself that it wasn’t over yet. It might be over soon, but it wasn’t over yet. Heck, Keira and this lawyer guy might never get to the serious point, although she seemed pretty sure that they would. I might as well enjoy what time we still had left.

“Keira?” I said softly while nuzzling her neckline.

“Yes, Ben?”

“If you haven’t gotten to the serious point yet, can I make love to you again right now?”

She turned and her green eyes sparkled at me as she slid her dress straps off her shoulders. “Of course.”

“Good evening, Mrs. Kwan.”

Megan’s mom stood in the doorway and smiled down at me. “Good evening, Ben. How was your trip?”

“It was very nice, ma’am,” I answered politely, keeping my posture erect and my expression earnest.

“Your parents approved you coming out tonight? You could have seen Megan tomorrow.”

“I know, ma’am. I…” I shrugged. “It’s been a month. I just miss her.”

“Couldn’t be as much as Megan missed you. She was moping for DAYS when you left.” She chuckled. “I should have you go away more often. She cleaned the entire house to keep herself busy. And she’s been so excited this past week knowing you were coming back.”

I blushed and kept my mouth shut.

The mirthful expression on Mrs. Kwan’s face then vanished as she took a deep breath. “Well, even if your parents have approved for you to go out tonight, I haven’t yet. I need to speak with you first, Ben.”

My girlfriend’s mother then stepped out onto the porch with me and closed the door behind her. I immediately felt my pulse speed up as she folded her arms over her chest and despite the fact that I was eight inches taller than her, I started to feel rather intimidated. “Ben, what are your intentions towards my daughter?”

“Excuse me?” I squeaked.

“I like you Ben. I think you’re a good boy and you’ve been a good friend to Megan this past year. But ever since you two started dating, she’s become a completely different girl. Makeup, clothing, her attitude. She’s not rebellious or anything, but all of a sudden, she’s not my little girl anymore. I feel like she’s grown up overnight. And I have to know,” Mrs. Kwan began menacingly. “Have you had sex with my daughter?”

My eyes flew open and I blurted, “No! Not y—” Too late, I bit down on my lip to stifle the next word.

“Not yet?” Mrs. Kwan finished for me. “Was that the plan for tonight? Were you planning to drive her somewhere so you could seduce her and take her virginity?”

“No, no! I swear! I had no such plans or intentions! I’d never push Megan to do anything she didn’t want!” I didn’t bother to explain that I’d already had sex twice that morning with a beautiful brunette adult and so didn’t NEED to get laid tonight.

“I’m not worried about you pushing Megan. I’m worried about HER urges. Megan is so infatuated with you right now that she’d let you do ANYTHING to her, more so now that you’ve been gone this past month. I was hoping that the time away would let her ardor for you cool a bit. But this past month has only made her more in love with you. And I’m afraid she’s going to do something stupid.”

“We’re just going for a drive, Mrs. Kwan,” I tried to explain. “I missed my girlfriend and she missed me. We’re not going to do anything stupid.”

“Can I have your word on that?”

“What?”

“Your word, young man. You will not have sex with my daughter. If you can’t give me that, you’re not going out tonight.”

I blinked rapidly while my brain raced. “Uh, okay. I can promise that we will not have sex. The last time I saw Megan, I knew she wasn’t ready anyways. And I honestly have no intentions of… seducing her… We’re just going for a drive.”

Then I finally felt some steel return to my spine and I took a deep breath. “But that’s just for tonight. I mean no disrespect, Mrs. Kwan, but whether or not to have sex will ultimately be Megan’s decision, not just mine or yours. She and I may very well come to that point in our relationship. All I can promise you for the future is that I will always treat her the way she deserves.”

Mrs. Kwan locked her eyes onto mine for a long minute and mustering every ounce of courage I had in me, I simply held her gaze.

At last, she exhaled and her eyes softened. “You’re a good boy, Ben. You’re a teenager full of hormones, and that frightens me, but you’re a good boy. Megan could do a lot worse. I may not be thrilled that my little girl is growing up, but I’m happy that she’s growing up with you. You can go out tonight.”

I sighed with relief.

Mrs. Kwan began to open the front door again but stopped with it just a few inches open. “Remember your promise about tonight, Ben.” She smiled. “I know you can’t promise forever, but I may end up asking you to repeat that promise every single night you come by to pick her up.”

I smiled and then she went inside.

Two minutes later, after a couple of yells in Chinese, Megan came racing out and launched herself into my arms, hitting me with enough force to knock me back and make me stagger for balance. A split second later, Megan’s lips were on my own and she was humming happily as she kissed me with long built-up passion.

When we finally broke for air, the cute brunette panted at me, “Oh, Ben! I missed you so much!”

“I can tell,” I chuckled and looked her over. For some reason, my memory of Megan had failed to do her justice. In comparison to the more developed figures of Keira, Dawn, and Dayna, I’d remembered Megan as just a little 15-year-old girl. But while she was flatter-chested and thinner-hipped than the others, Megan clearly had the body of a young woman. From her pretty face with angular cheekbones to obvious bosom and flaring hips, she certainly was no little girl anymore. Perhaps my memory was just flawed. Perhaps she’d developed even further while I’d been away. Either way, I was very happy to have her with me now.

Megan took note of my clearly evaluative self, and put out by my seeming lack of enthusiasm, she whined, “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I stammered and then shook myself from my reverie. “Sorry, your mom kinda freaked me out,” I said as I took her arm and started leading her down to my car.

“Oh, what did she say?”

I grimaced. “Well, she asked if I’d had sex with you.”

“She did NOT!” Megan glared at me and then turned to fix her glare on the house. “Oh, I’m gonna kill her!”

“Relax, relax,” I patted her arm and pulled her to my car, opening the door and letting her in. I circled around and the hopped into my side. And once I got myself settled into the driver’s seat, I told her, “And then she made me PROMISE not to have sex with you tonight.”

Megan’s eyes got even wider. “What?!?”

“Relax…” I soothed and rubbed her leg. “C’mon, I told you we don’t have anywhere comfortable we can go. And I don’t think you want to lose your virginity in the back of a cramped Corolla anyways.”

In the dimming light Megan just grinned mischievously. “No. I already have that all planned out.”

My hands froze on the keys and I turned my head just before starting the car. “What?”

Megan giggled. “You’ll see.”

She wouldn’t tell me what the big secret was for most our little date, so I settled for the usual exchange of what we’d each been up to for the past month.

We picked up some milkshakes and then launched into our narratives. Megan moaned about piano lessons and her parents making her study for SATs and other academics even though it was summer vacation. I sympathized because I knew my parents would be putting me in an SAT prep course soon as well. She talked about how she’d spent the past month reconnecting with her friends after spending every morning of the first two summer weeks with me. Cassidy O’Leary especially had been happy to have her best friend back and the two met up practically every day.

While walking back to my car, I told Megan about camp. I explained about our unique connection to the Evans family and even admitted that I spent most of my time with Dawn, as I had every year for as long as I could remember. And while I was careful not to reveal just how intimate my relationship was with my long-distance best friend, Megan did figure out that we were more than just platonic friends.

Once we got back into the privacy of my car, Megan turned and asked, “So… growing up with Dawn, you two would fool around a bit?”

“Well… yeah,” I shrugged. “We kinda learned a lot together over the past few years.”

“So that means you two were fooling around a bit this summer, too?” Megan arched an eyebrow. She was starting to pick up the habit from me.

I winced. “Well, yeah. But Dawn is just a friend,” I quickly added. “She’s got a boyfriend up in the Bay Area and she knows you’re my girlfriend.”

To my surprise, Megan didn’t seem fazed. Actually, she looked quite relieved. “Oh, no, that’s cool. I’m not jealous. I think that explains a bit of how you’re so much more experienced with sex stuff than me.”

Still wincing, I relaxed half my face and my right eye opened up. I could scarcely believe Megan wasn’t mad at me.

Megan asked, “You only see her at this camp, right?”

I nodded. “Right. I won’t see her again until next summer.”

“Then she’s no threat to me. I’m here. She’s not.” Megan grinned and patted my shoulder. “It’s okay. As long as I’m your one and only girlfriend.”

“You are,” I sighed with relief and began to breathe again.

Megan giggled and then waved for me to start up the car. “Come on. Let’s find someplace quiet to park and then crawl into the backseat.”

I arched an eyebrow and wondered, “I thought we agreed you didn’t want to lose your virginity in the backseat of a car?”

“Who said anything about sex? I just haven’t sucked my boyfriend’s cock in a month and I’m kinda antsy to feel you finger to me to an orgasm, okay?”

I chuckled. “Okay.”

Megan and I picked up right where we’d left off, as if the month at camp had never happened. Well, I had a darker tan than usual and she looked to have grown into a B-cup, but otherwise there were no signs we’d ever been apart.

Her annoying clinginess also went away the more we were together. I suppose it’s hard to be clingy when you actually GET the person you want as often as you want them. We met up almost every weekday and a couple of Saturdays as well. Sometimes we met up with friends to hang out around the mall or see a movie, with Megan keeping her hand firmly planted in mine. Sometimes we went out alone, going for walks and just talking to each other.

Sometimes we hung out at my house. Megan would sit next to me while I played a video game, watching me or reading a book. She often chatted with my sisters, as she seemed to get along really well with both Brandi and Brooke and doted motheringly on Eden and Emma. With no younger siblings of her own, just an older sister already at college, Megan relished the opportunity to play big sister to the twins.

Sometimes we even actually studied together. Megan looked adorable in her little black wire-rimmed reading glasses. And she had this habit of biting her lower lip when she was focusing rather intently on her studies.

But most of our time together was spent at her house, taking advantage of her only-child privacy with two working parents. Those times were often spent naked and fondling each other’s body. We were getting very good at reading each other’s signs to bring maximum pleasure to one another, and Megan had even seemed to loosen up about the whole “intercourse” issue. She seemed to have made some decision not to lose her virginity just yet and I accepted that she wasn’t ready. We both had plenty of other ways of getting each other off.

Besides, it’s not like I was completely going without. While I certainly no longer visited Keira every weekday, I was still visiting her.

Keira and her regular date, Stuart, had indeed crossed the physical line and had sex. In fact, they pretty much had sex every time they went out, which was about once a week. But even though they were now sleeping together, they had yet to discuss any sense of commitment or talk of being boyfriend/girlfriend. I supposed adult dating wasn’t so different than High School. They had the same phases that separated “flirting” from “dating”, and also “dating” from “in a relationship”.

And since she didn’t consider herself to yet be in a committed relationship, Keira saw no moral problems with sating her excess lust with me. And on more than one occasion, I would leave Megan’s with some bottled-up frustration at not being able to fuck her, and immediately go visit Keira who met me with open arms and spread legs. She seemed to really enjoy my energy when I just needed to fuck the shit out of her.

And I “needed” to do so at least twice a week.

One day in late August, I hopped on my bike to go visit Megan for a couple of hours. She’d told me she had plans to meet up with Cassidy and some of her other girlfriends for lunch, but that gave us an hour to play. And I’d already told Keira I planned to spend lunch and the afternoon with her since she had the time off. My siblings would never know the difference. My girlfriend had been a very convenient excuse in my continued visits with Keira. If I wasn’t home, my family just assumed I was at Megan’s place.

Given our relative time crunch, Megan and I quickly moved past the chatting phase and quickly got to the making-out-and-stripping-clothes-off phase. Amidst the breathy moans and sighed ohhhs, we both managed to get naked and I was presently suckling one of Megan’s tits while massaging the other. While I’d my growth spurt had regretfully slowed at 5’10” (and an eighth!), Megan had grown to 5’5” and also increased her cup size to a B, with slightly widened hips to match, even though she still had such a tiny butt as to seem almost flat.

I had just begun to wet my fingers in her folds when Megan suddenly jerked my head tightly against her boob and then grabbed my ears to get my attention. I paused from my ministrations and rolled my eyes up to her without removing the sensitive nipple from my mouth, and through heavy-lidded eyes Megan panted at me. “Ben, let’s sixty-nine.”

I nodded my agreement and released her tit, but she held tight her grip on my head. Still breathing heavily, she panted, “If you can make me cum before you, I’ll tell you my big secret.”

Automatically, I arched an eyebrow in confusion.

Megan giggled and then smiled at me. “I’ll tell you exactly how and when you’re going to take my virginity.”

My eyes went wide, but then Megan started turning us both around to get into position. “Come on Ben. I’ll tell you eventually either way, but if you can’t make me cum first, you’re going to have to wait at least another day before you find out. And I would love to tease you for even longer.”

Well, you can’t expect a 16-year-old boy to have any patience now, can you? So with a surge of new energy, I yanked Megan’s legs around as she moved atop me, and before she could even squeal, I’d grabbed her hips and then yanked her wet pussy down onto my tongue.

“Oh my! Ben!” she squeaked. But after managing to orient herself, she took my hard cock in hand and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

Ordinarily, I would have no problem winning Megan’s little contest. She was happily multi-orgasmic like every girl I’d ever been with, and it was typical for me to get her off once with certainty, if not twice, before I nutted into her mouth.

But this wasn’t an ordinary situation. There were two things working against me that morning. One, Megan really DID want to keep teasing me, at least for another day, so she was working hard to restrain herself instead of just letting me drive her up the proverbial wall of pleasure like usual. Two, the instant Megan had told me she knew how and when she was finally going to let me fuck her, my imagination went into overdrive picturing the wonderful event itself.

So with Megan holding her own orgasm at bay and me being simultaneously distracted by my own fantasies and urged closer to ejaculation by them, it turned out to be really, really close.

Megan had both her tiny hands wrapped around my shaft pumping away at me while her tongue danced on my head. I felt the pressure in my balls and that little tingle that signaled my eruption, and I knew that if I didn’t set my girlfriend off in the next ten seconds, I was going to lose.

So I tried something that had only ever worked on one woman before: I shoved a finger through Megan’s asshole.

Dayna had been the one to first request it while I was going down on her, reminding me that a human asshole was just bundled with zillions of nerves. Dawn had emphatically ordered me NOT to do it. And I just hadn’t felt the need to try it on Keira. But in desperation, I tried it on Megan.

The second my digit penetrated through her anus, Megan’s legs locked up around my ears, her hips jerked against my face, and she let out a screeching howl. Two seconds later, her still pumping hands brought me to a finish, and my cock cannon began blasting gouts of cum all over her screaming face.

From the sound Megan was making, at first I didn’t know if she was cumming or just shrieking at the violation of her asshole. But the second after I felt my first jet of semen fly out, I also felt the drenching wetness of Megan’s honey hitting my chin, and I relaxed as I realized I had indeed gotten her off first. And with that tension relieved, I simply enjoyed the feeling of my prick firing out jet after jet of spunk into Megan’s face.

When we were both finished, I let my head lay back and pulled my finger free of Megan’s 15-year-old ass. She lay panting on top of me for a long couple of minutes, but just when I was going to nudge her and relieve the weight off my chest, she got to her knees and then cautiously turned herself around.

Amusingly, her face and neck were streaked with pearly globs of my jism. She panted for another thirty seconds while I looked over her face and glanced at her heaving breasts, but when she got her breath I returned my focus to her. “What made you do that?”

I arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“Put a finger in my ass?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Had to try something. I was about to lose.”

“Well you didn’t lose,” Megan sighed, weariness evident on her face except for the sparkling arousal evident in her glinting eyes. “I don’t have time right now to go again, but the next time we get together, you are DEFINITELY going to try that again, Mister.”

I chuckled. But then in a more urgent voice, I asked, “Okay. Now what is the big secret?” I wanted to KNOW. Megan said she knew how and when she was going to have me take her virginity, and I HAD to KNOW.

But she still had some more tease left in her. Megan wiped her face off with some tissues first before moving back to me. And then she paused to bent over and take my half-shrunken dick back into her mouth, suckling me clean before finally returning to my side. By this point I was visibly trembling. “Megannnn…” I whined.

“It’s easy. My sixteenth birthday is next week. During the party, you’re going to take me upstairs to my bedroom and then we’ll do it.”

“Your birthday?” I asked. What was this with girls and losing their virginity on their sixteenth birthday?

Megan nodded. “I’ll always remember my sweet sixteen.”

I arched my eyebrow as another thought came to mind. “Wait. DURING the party?”

Megan grinned. “During.”

I was still in a state of mild shock when I got to Keira’s. I’d always thought Megan and I would eventually get to the point of having sex sometime, but finding out that my girlfriend had both a planned date and occasion kind of freaked me out a bit. It put a lot of performance pressure on me, something I’d have to endure for the next week.

However, my shock didn’t prevent me from being useful to Keira. After she fed me lunch, with expert skill and grace she got us both naked and aroused, and then we had a very pleasant lovemaking session.

Plugging Keira’s pipes full of my semen seemed to revive my semi-dormant brain. And afterwards I was able to focus on cuddling with the beautiful 28-year-old and tell her about Megan’s scheduled day.

That brought up my story about taking Dawn’s virginity on her sixteenth birthday, and with Keira assuring me that I had nothing to be nervous about since I’d already done it before, I started to relax.

But then Keira dropped her own bombshell on me. “Ben, Stuart asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted, and we’re going to go steady.”

I whipped my head around to her and for a second, I felt like crying. “Now? Already? But it’s barely been a month!”

“It’s time, Ben,” Keira said gently. “I really like Stuart. And I know he likes me. Who knows? We might even be able to fall in love someday.” She sighed and stroked my forehead.

“Does that mean…?” I started before my voice cracked. My jaw quivered as I stared at Keira’s face, my eyes darting left and right trying to memorize everything about her. “Does that mean we’re already over? I wasn’t ready! I didn’t make love to you the way I really wanted it to be!”

The beautiful young woman reached forward with a serene expression on her face, her hand stroking my cheek soothingly. “We still have the rest of today.”

My face was ashen, her words not quite cheering me up. “But… but… does that mean that today is our last day together?”

Keira’s head came forward and her lips opened as she started to answer, but then she blinked twice and pulled her head back. She winced and looked away. “Ben, I… I’m not sure. ‘Last’ just seems like such a terribly permanent word. I don’t know what the future holds. If Stuart and I don’t work out, then who knows? But for now, yes, we need to stop. It’s only fair to Stuart.”

I couldn’t help it anymore. I started crying. I wasn’t angry with her, not like I would feel if someone was breaking up with me. I was just sad, sad to be losing such an incredible part of my life. Keira McNeil had taught me everything. She was my first, and nothing could ever change that. And as the tears rolled down my cheeks, she cooed soothingly and held my head to her naked chest, pillowing my face on that wonderful bosom I loved so much.

“I’ll never forget you, Keira,” I said once I got my tears under control.

“I know.” She smiled and kissed me. And then taking my cock in hand, she began stroking it as she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs to the sides. “Now make love to me again, Ben. Let’s make it a good one.”

Even though I’d gotten over my post-Megan daze, walking away from Keira’s that afternoon had me in an even deeper daze. I couldn’t help but mentally review every time I’d been together with my beautiful neighbor, from the first days cleaning up her yard to the infamous towel bar and those first blowjobs to the recent full-blown lovemaking sessions.

And now I might never make love to her again. It was a depressing thought that had me in a half-conscious fog, and when I got home I listlessly breezed by Brooke watching TV with the twins and headed up the stairs to my room.

Just as I turned the hallway, the bathroom door opened and Brandi waltzed out drying her hair with her towel. I saw her and then froze in shock, because the towel she was using to pat down her hair was her ONLY towel. She was otherwise buck naked and automatically my eyes went to her firm breasts and bare-shaven pussy.

“Ben! What are you doing home?” my older sister squealed and then half-backed into the bathroom, her almond eyes wide in surprise as she moved the towel to cover her nakedness.

“I… uh… I…” I stammered while my motor skills and vocal speech was short circuited through my dick. Even though I’d cum four times that day, I felt a fresh stirring in my cock.

Then Brandi did something really surprising. She came back into the hallway and quietly listened to see if anyone was around or coming up the stairs. And then as if she didn’t have a care in the world, she wrapped the towel around her head, carefully tucking in her hair with her arms above her head and letting me ogle every square inch of naked older sister I wanted. “Nothing you haven’t already seen before,” she shrugged.

It wasn’t, but I still enjoyed the view. Her round tits were pulled high up with her posture and I drooled while looking at the dark nipples and small areolas, imagining what her breasts would taste like. And she even parted her legs to the side, opening up her bare-shaven pussy just enough to let me see some pink. The boner in my shorts was very prominent by the time she finished with her hair.

And then without another word, Brandi strode confidently to her bedroom. Just before she closed the door, she turned to flash me another view of her naked frontside. And then she winked at me.

It had been a strange day.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Megan. Happy birthday to you!” Everyone cheered and clapped as Mrs. Kwan set down the cake.

Cassidy called, “Make a wish!”

Megan grinned while looking right at me, “No need. He’s already here.”

The Sanders twins giggled. Elaine Fukuhara squeezed Daniel Chen’s hand and grinned. And Kenny Doyle elbowed me in the ribs.

Meanwhile, I thought Mrs. Kwan was going to faint, but she put her hand over her chest and managed to catch her breath. Megan’s father looked on impassively from a corner. I wasn’t entirely sure he’d even heard Megan’s comment.

For a sixteenth birthday, it had been a pretty laid-back event. When Eden and Emma had turned ten last December, we’d gone to an ice rink with fifteen kids, a typical children’s birthday party. And I knew about how some rich kids threw massive 300-person sweet sixteen parties, taking over hotel ballrooms or other outside facilities.

By contrast, Megan’s sixteenth birthday was just an ordinary birthday party, with some decorations in her parents’ house, some music, and ten friends. We’d gotten started at 4pm when her mom came home from work early. Then Megan showed off her new driver’s license and we all just hung out while her mom made herself invisible except to bring us snacks and drinks.

Megan’s dad arrived just after six and we went into the birthday cake phase. After the candles were blown out, her parents started the presents phase by taking us all outside to show the used Civic her father had brought home, topped with a big red bow. Megan went suitably nuts over her car and then everyone waited while she took me on a quick spin around the block.

After that, Megan’s parents reminded us not to touch the alcohol and warned Megan that she was responsible. And then they excused themselves to go to dinner while we ordered up some pizzas.

Just before they left, Mrs. Kwan pulled me out the front door. I felt the momentary panic well up in my throat, but then I took a deep breath and calmed down.

She collected herself as well and then calmly said, “Ben, I could ask you for that promise again.”

I knew the promise she meant. There were no “forever” promises, but she had asked me several times that summer to promise “not tonight”. I winced as I realized that such a promise would fly directly against what Megan had wanted for this, her special sixteenth birthday.

Mrs. Kwan sensed my hesitation and held up her hand. “Relax, Ben. I’m not going to ask it of you tonight or ever again.” She sighed. “I’m proud of you for always being honest and keeping your word. It can’t be easy for a teenaged boy to resist your urges for this long. But now my little girl is quite certain that her time has come, and there’s nothing left I can do about it.”

She sighed and I fidgeted while trying to maintain my respectful posture and expression. Then she looked at me firmly. “Ben, you be gentle with her.”

I nodded. “Of course.”

Mrs. Kwan nodded. And then impulsively, she pulled me close to her and hugged me. “Be gentle with her.”

“Of course,” I repeated in a reassuring voice.

She squeezed me one last time and then turned away, striding quickly. She clearly wasn’t entire comfortable with the situation, but she accepted it.

I then returned inside, to the rest of the presents phase.

You could feel the buzz pick up as everyone gathered in the living room to open up Megan’s birthday gifts. The other guys: Kenny, Daniel, and Sung, were clueless. But I think the six other girls: Cassidy, Abigail, Allison, Elaine, Su-Lin, and Anh knew exactly what Megan was planning on for later. Girls just always seemed to share that kind of information with each other, and more than once I caught Cassidy and the Sanders twins giving me strange looks.

One by one, the presents were opened. Megan actually got through the first six before she realized there was a present from me buried in the pile. She flicked her eyes up to me and said, “I thought I told you not to buy me a gift. You KNOW what I want for my birthday.”

I blushed as everyone turned their focus to me and stammered, “Uh, well, this is in addition to that… uh, other, thing.” The extra gift had been Keira’s suggestion. I thought it was a great idea at the time, but hadn’t been expecting the extra scrutiny. “You should probably wait to open it,” I said and gave Megan a “look”.

Now it was her turn to blush and she set the wrapped gift aside. The three guys looked at me strangely and the girls started giggling amongst themselves. Then we made it through the last three gifts.

At last, there was nothing left but my wrapped present and you could feel the tension in the air. By now, the other guys had figured out that something was up and everyone was looking back and forth between me and Megan.

Megan herself was staring at me hungrily, and for a second I thought she was going to jump me right then and there. I wondered for the dozenth time what possessed her to want to do this DURING her birthday party. But she’d convinced me it WAS what she wanted.

“Shall I open it?” Megan asked while holding my present aloft.

I blushed and felt the press of nine other bodies leaning forward. “Uh, that one is kind of private. Maybe we should go to your room to open it?”

Megan grinned and quickly got to her feet. “Good idea.” She reached her hand down to me, and I took it while getting myself up.

Megan turned her head to her friends for a moment, “No alcohol guys. Don’t ruin my party, okay?”

She got a chorus of agreements and then with Megan smiling sweetly at me, she led me to the stairs and up we went in full view of our closest friends. The guys started to get naughty ideas in their heads as they started hooting, especially Kenny. The girls who probably knew for sure started giggling. And Cassidy even said aloud, “Wear him out, Megan!”

That got everyone laughing and when Daniel snarked, “Ahh, he’ll be back in three minutes,” everyone started laughing even harder.

Megan ran us the last few feet down the hall and into her bedroom.

I still couldn’t believe Megan was doing this so… publicly. Most girls wouldn’t want ten people to know exactly how and when they lost their virginities. Wasn’t it supposed to be a secret, romantic rendezvous that would get whispered to their closest and most trustworthy confidants afterwards? But Megan had her own stubborn sense of the way things worked and once she made a decision, she didn’t do anything half-ass. I’d touched her breast on her timetable. She’d given me a blowjob on her timetable. And now she would be losing her virginity on her timetable.

The focused attention and embarrassing situation had already gotten my heart racing. The knowledge of what we were about to do and the contents of my present had me aroused. And Megan herself was excited beyond belief. The instant we got through her door she flung herself at me and we wound up falling into a heap on the floor, our tongues just as tangled together as our feet.

We lay there kissing for a good five minutes before we managed to expel our immediate lust and gain enough control to break away and focus on each other. The last time I’d done this, with Dawn, I’d only had to live with one night of anticipation. But this time, I’d had an entire WEEK to be anxious over finally making love with Megan.

Would she be ready? Would she back out at the last moment? Would I want to back out for some reason?

And I wasn’t helped by two significant factors: One, that I hadn’t had full intercourse in a week, since that “last time” with Keira. So my body was craving the satisfyingly intimate sensation of being completely imbedded inside a woman. And two, that I hadn’t even CUM in two days. That one had been the hardest. Megan wanted me rested and loaded with plenty of semen for her. She refused to do anything remotely sexual with me for two days and she forbade me from masturbating either.

The not-masturbating thing had been made even more difficult last night when Brandi decided to repeat her little post-shower naked-streaking tease, and I’d run into my bedroom to chew on my pillow until the hormone rush went away. For some reason, the idea of jerking off to thoughts of my own sister actually made it even harder to resist masturbating, the concept so wonderfully naughty.

So after a week’s worth of anxiety, two days of sexual repression, and with my balls filled to bursting, I felt ready to explode. And THAT would put a severe damper on this night. So after french kissing Megan for five minutes while dry-humping her, I managed to pull myself away and gasp, “Present.”

Megan giggled when she saw the state I was in, but she did listen as she went over to where she’d dropped my birthday gift. Sitting down, she opened it neatly as if she was going to save the wrapping and in the end, came away with a Victoria’s Secret box. Her jaw dropped and she covered her mouth with one hand before looking at me with mixed arousal and happiness. “You bought me lingerie?”

“Special occasion for a special girl,” I said warmly.

And then all neatness was thrown aside as Megan tore at the box to get at what was inside, finding a cute set of white and pink lingerie, running from push-up bra to french-cut panties and complete with stockings and garter belt. Megan held each item aloft for a long few seconds each, admiring each piece with a gaping open mouth and even wider eyes.

I started smiling when I saw her check the labels and then nod in confirmation. It had been easy enough to find out her size from all the other times I’d gotten her out of her underwear. And then Megan held up the bra over her shirt. “I’m assuming you’d like to see me in this?”

I gulped and managed to stutter, “P-please…”

Megan giggled again and scampered over to me first, kissing me sweetly. “Thank you, Ben.”

Then she stood upright and sauntered back towards her walk-in closet, which had a full-length mirror inside. I noted the extra sway she put into her hips and replied, “Believe me. It’s my pleasure.”

Once inside the closet, she turned at the last second. “Don’t go anywhere.” And then she closed the door.

It took a little longer than I expected for Megan to change. Perhaps she was having difficulty putting it on. Or perhaps she was just admiring herself in the mirror. Either way, I had extra time to fidget, simultaneously getting more relaxed as I adjusted to the situation and more aroused the more I thought about it. In the end, I finally settled for getting onto the bed, pulling down the covers and then stripping myself naked to be fully ready.

I had just rearranged the pillows and gotten myself comfortable when the closet door opened and there she was: my angel in white.

“Gawddamn you’re gorgeous,” I gasped.

Megan looked radiant. She looked pure and virginal and yet so sexy in the lingerie, which obscured all of her naughty parts from direct view but clearly defined all the curves of her body. She really was no longer just a girl. She was all young woman. The bra made her tits look like they’d grown another size and the panties drew one’s focus to her flat tummy and narrow waist. The stockings elongated her legs.

A moment later, the effect was almost ruined as Megan tried to pose sort of awkwardly, her inexperience obvious as she struggled to find a good position. And then she just gave up and hopped over to the bed.

“I see you’re already ready for me,” she giggled while staring at my throbbing erection.

“I am,” I said in a heavy voice. I’d been ready for a week. But I still focused in on her face and saw the briefest of hesitations there. “Are you nervous?”

Megan sighed. “A little.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t have to, you know. I won’t care about you any less if you want to wait.”

Megan’s smile was radiant enough to brighten the room. “I KNOW, Ben. That’s why I want to. I love you.”

I smiled and automatically replied, “Love you, too.” I still wasn’t sure if I meant it. Since we’d started dating and Megan had been using the dreaded L-word, I’d found myself constantly forced into situations where I had to say it back. It was expected of me, and I repeated ‘Love you, too’ with the same casualness of saying ‘Hello’. When I’d said the phrase to Keira, I hadn’t known what it meant. But when I’d said it to Dawn, I felt deep in my gut that I truly loved her. The passion manifested itself in my tone. But when I said it to Megan, I didn’t feel the same weight of emotion in my voice.

Still, the phrase definitely fit the moment and Megan didn’t notice anything lacking in my tone, so she smiled even wider and then I beckoned her to me for a kiss. She climbed up onto the bed beside me, perching on all fours for the moment, and then she leaned forward to kiss me.

It started off tender. But then our mutual lust kicked in and soon Megan and I were frenching with as much passion as we’d had when we first came into the room. Her hands were on my chest and shoulder while mine went up to caress her neck and arms. And when Megan dropped one hand to my crotch and wrapped her cool fingers around my rod, I stiffened up as I felt on the verge of eruption.

“Oh, Megan!” I groaned, feeling my balls being to boil. A week’s worth of anticipation and two days of overfilling my testicles without release was just too much for a 16-year-old boy in a situation like this. Megan just looked too damn hot in the lingerie and the feeling of her hand reflexively gripping and pumping my cock was more than I could handle. And I grunted a warning again, “Megan!”

Momentarily confused, she sat back on her heels, her position such that she was effectively straddling my knees with my cock pointing up between her thighs. “What?”

I didn’t have time to verbally answer. Her hand squeezed one more time around my cock and then I blew, geysering two full days worth of semen straight out so that I splattered all over her chest with the pressure of a fire hose.

“Aaah!” Megan shrieked in surprise while I just grunted another shot of semen, which also splashed down on her tits and bra. Her hand, however, instinctively kept pumping my shaft.

The third blast hit just below her bra and against her belly. The fourth a little lower, and the fifth and successive bursts just splattered her garter belt and panties.

And when it was all over, I sank against the pillows limply and groaned while I threatened to pass out. My eyes rolled up into my head and my tongue wagged out while Megan just started giggling. And when she saw the Jackson Pollack painting I’d made across her entire torso, she started laughing. “Mom’s going to have a fit when she finds this in the laundry.”

And with that, Megan reached for the front-clasp to the bra and pulled it off, baring her naked tits to my view. And no matter how many times I’d seen them, I never tired of them. And my eyes popped open to enjoy the ogling opportunity.

Megan smirked. “I’ll have to be more careful how I wield these weapons,” she giggled while waving the bra. She then moved over to towards her closet again, folding the soiled bra neatly before dropping it into her hamper. Megan could be a little OCD that way. She even folded her dirty laundry. But that precision could be very sexy. With no sloppiness and very deliberate in her movements, Megan unsnapped her garters and shimmied out of the stockings with her butt pointed back towards me, being very obvious about where she wanted me to look.

By the time she got the stockings off, I’d managed to recover somewhat and sat up to watch her undress. With that first orgasm out of the way, I was now feeling much more relaxed. Offhand, I commented, “Uh, the sales lady told me that you should put your panties on OVER the garter straps. That way you can drop your panties to… say… go to the bathroom without removing the garters.”

“Ahh…” Megan nodded at that little tidbit of information. “Hey, that means I could take my panties off for us to have sex while still wearing the garters and stockings too, right?”

I blushed and felt a little tingle in my crotch. “Uh, yeah, the thought HAD crossed my mind,” I admitted.

“Kinky…” she smirked as she finished by folding and then dropping her cum-stained panties into the hamper as well. “Now, feel like taking a shower with me?”

“Certainly!” I said cheerily. For some reason, despite all our intimate encounters, I’d never taken a shower with Megan. Whether it had made her uncomfortable or she just considered it too intimate, it just never happened. But now Megan was inviting us to break a lot of first-time barriers and she turned to walk naked into the adjacent bathroom, and thankfully we didn’t have to go back into the hallway. With my cock already half-hard again and flopping around, I quickly followed her into the bathroom while she fiddled with the water controls.

And just before we stepped into the water, Megan turned and cupped my face in her hands while we came together for another kiss.

“Soon, Ben. Soon you will make me a woman.”

The shower was NICE. There’s something indescribably sexy about the way a girl’s hair gets swept back and plastered to her scalp when wet. I loved the look by the pool. I loved the look even better under a shower spray. I found myself holding my breath while I just watched Megan soaping up her body, at least until she put the soap into my hands and told me to finish lathering her up.

And when it was her turn to do me, she nearly got me off stroking my cock with her soapy hands.

But all that was just an appetizer for the main event. Once we got out of the shower, we couldn’t even wait to completely dry off. Still with slightly damp skin, Megan took my hand and led me to her bed. And once we’d arrived, she turned and scooted across the mattress on her butt before getting herself settled and laying flat on her back with her legs spread wide.

I moved to kneel between her legs, smoothly running my hands over her thighs. And as I crept onto the bed I felt her body begin to tense up. Her pretty pussy was still pinched tightly closed, and I glanced up to first look into Megan’s eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Megan,” I said softly.

She managed a weak smile, nerves clearly on her face.

“Are you still scared?” I asked even more softly.

Megan took a few extra seconds to think about that before slowly shaking her head. “Not scared. A little nervous, but not scared.”

“Relax. I promise I’ll be gentle,” I said reassuringly. And then I bent down to begin parting her folds with my tongue.

Oral sex Megan was used to. And as the good feelings began to percolate in her brain, I felt the tension in her thighs subsiding and she naturally spread her legs wider to give me access. As her legs spread, so did her pussy lips. And soon I was able to run my tongue up and down her slit and wrap around her prominent pleasure button.

My girlfriend tasted as sweet as I remembered. And as I tongued and licked at her box, more and more of that rich flavor came down to me as her pussy lubricated in biological anticipation of what was to come. She was wet. Her body was ready.

And so was Megan. “Do it, Ben. Come inside me now. Make love to me.”

The last time a virgin girl demanded that I get up there and fuck her, I hadn’t been able to resist. Dawn was wet and ready to go, and I was in too much of a hurry to imbed myself in a willing pussy.

But I was growing up. I had a little more self-control now; and that first orgasm all over Megan’s chest had taken the edge off. Besides, I had to take responsibility for my actions and I remembered the condom question the last time Megan and I had gotten this close to sex. “I need to get a condom out of my wallet first.”

“Forget the condom!” Megan whined.

But I shook my head and mumbled, “We’re not taking chances.”

“I’m on the pill!” She interrupted.

That got my attention and I popped my head up. “Huh?” I never would have expected Mrs. Kwan to allow Megan to go on birth control. To do so would be like giving her free reign to have sex whenever she wanted. And from what I knew of Megan’s mother, she’d never want that. The family was just too conservative. But then again, Megan’s mother WAS allowing us to do this with her explicit permission. “How?” I wondered.

“Same way I got them to let me lose my virginity today and in my bedroom. I told them that whether they put me on the pill or not, I WAS going to have sex. And if THEY wanted to make sure I didn’t shame the family with a teenage pregnancy, then they’d better put me on the pill to be on the safe side. Condoms break. Boys get horny. But they can trust me to take my pill every day.”

I nodded. “Okay. But I’m not done with you yet.” And then I dove back down to continue my munching.

Megan just sighed with pleasure and let me build the mood back up. And two minutes later, her hips bucked into my face as she sighed, “Okay, I’m plenty wet, Ben. Come fuck me already.”

“Nuh-uh,” I mumbled with my lips wrapped around her clit.

“Ben! Please! Don’t make me wait!” my girlfriend whimpered when it became clear I wasn’t changing positions.

Keira had once told me I could wait for two or three pleas to fuck a girl before I actually had to get up there. Drawing it out and building up her anticipation would always result in an orgasm that was well worth the delay. This time, I took Keira’s advice and popped my head up, answering, “Patience. It’ll be worth it.” Then I went back to vibrating my head side-to-side with a stiff tongue thrashing her clit.

Megan just started flopping her head side-to-side in a slow-motion parallel to what I was doing to her pussy, moaning up a storm while I brought her closer and closer to climax. She pleaded one more time. “Now Ben! Now!”

I was ready. She was almost ready. So I waited just a bit and took her entire clit into my mouth, sucking softly.

That set her off. “Ben! Please! Oh, I’m cumming, Ben! I’m cumming!”

Megan’s hips jerked just once. But she jerked with such force that she nearly snapped my neck back, and then her whole body was tense as the powerful climax swept through her. NOW it was time.

So with rough hands and a firm grip, I seized Megan’s hips, pinned her down to the bed, and then pushed my cock into her pussy.

It turned out, despite all my promises, that it wasn’t very gentle. I’d intended for my girlfriend’s deflowering to be smooth and gentle. Keira had suggested breaking Megan’s hymen while she was in the middle of an orgasm so that the pleasurable feelings would overwhelm the pain. In that, Keira had been right. Megan barely felt me tearing through her maidenhood.

But she was so damn TIGHT! My intention had been to slip it into her so that she barely noticed. Megan would climax, blink, and then I’d be inside of her. But despite all the foreplay and oral prep work, Megan’s pussy was still extremely narrow and I could only push a couple inches on the first lunge.

A couple inches were enough to pierce her hymen and burrow through. But it wasn’t enough for me to feel good. I was horny and my adrenaline was pumping. This was it. I had just taken Megan’s virginity. I wanted in! So I gripped her a little harder and rammed my hips forward, forcing my way deeper and deeper without restraint or further concern for Megan’s feelings. The word “gentle” was no longer part of my vocabulary.

Thankfully, Megan didn’t mind. She was still in the middle of her climax and she was hunching her hips at me while I burrowed down. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she chanted deliriously.

So I fucked her. The moment my pelvis hit her crotch, I was pulling out through the tight constriction. Her pussy was like a grasping hand that didn’t want to let me go. And the pressure on my cock was incredible when I reversed course to plunge back in.

I couldn’t last. She was just too tight. There was just too much emotion. And after three more pumps, I buried myself in to the hilt and let loose a torrent of cum deep into Megan’s vaginal cavity, flooding her with her very first bath of sperm. And as I spunked out my load, my heavy body just collapsed onto her, mashing her beneath me.

“Ohhh…” Megan wailed as her arms came up and gripped my shoulders, holding me while I spasmed with each spurt out of my cock and into her body.

And then there was nothing left but the sound of both of us panting.

“Oh… [gasp]… my…” Megan breathed heavily into my ear.

It took me a few extra seconds, but I realized I was crushing her and managed to pull myself out and flop onto my back. And then we were both just panting at the ceiling as the inevitable post-coital mental review began. Things had been perfect, except for the end where I just lost control.

“Sorry,” I wheezed. “I’m usually much better than that. But you were sooo tight!”

Megan sighed. “Is that a good thing?”

“Hell, yeah!” I chuckled.

Megan turned her head to me and beamed. “I’m glad. Was it good for you?”

I felt the pleasure bubbles firing off in my head. I couldn’t remember cumming that hard or that fast since my first times with Keira. “Hell yeah…”

Then I smiled at Megan. “You?”

“It was amazing.” She smiled and idly began to rub her hands over her crotch. She felt the wetness and brought up her fingers which were coated with a creamy whiteness and a pinkish tinge. “Wow… I’m really not a virgin anymore. I’m a woman now.”

She sighed happily and then reached a hand out to me to squeeze me. “Thank you, Ben. I love you.”

I knew what she wanted to hear. Especially in a moment like this. “Love you, too.”

Megan buzzed happily and squealed excitedly. “How soon until you can go again?”