Meesha’s Firsts Ch. 07

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Still on That Night

Something woke me up from a deep sleep. Slowly I came to realize that it was two hands on me, one cupping a breast, and the other on my rear! I was really confused for a moment, until I finally realized what it was. I was still in bed with Frank, and I’d just recently (last couple hours or something) given him my cherry and that I was no longer a virgin!

I decided to just lay there for a moment, maybe stir like I was still asleep and maybe waking up a little, and enjoy the attention, and enjoy the moment! I had a pretty good idea what was about to happen, and horny started taking over sleepiness.

Didn’t take long before I was fully conscious. “Like what you’re finding?” I whispered.

“I do, I do,” he answered. “It’s the middle of the night, I’m in bed with a beautiful woman and I have an erection.”

I contemplated this for a moment. What to say? “And what is that beautiful woman going to do?”

“She might suck my cock, but she’s certainly going to take this cock into her cunt again.” He added, “It’ll be another creampie.”

“Cunt,” I whispered as I rolled over to face him. “Fuck my cunt with that hard cock.” I moved a hand down between us to be sure it was that way. Heat and hardness met my grip. I squeezed. That single word still enflamed me. Cunt.

“That’s the idea,” he said. “Let’s take this nice and slow.”

“Yeah. And deep. Fuck me deep.” Those two words were destined to enflame me for a long time to come: “Cunt,” and “Fuck.” The latter was no longer a cuss word, but one that exactly identified the sex act. “Cunt,” of course, would forever mean only one thing: my puss, my twat, my vag. But it was a dirty, dirty word, that only meant one thing: my lady parts. Given to lust, to sex, to fucking.

“Care to see how hard I am?”

“Yeah, but it’s dark. Let me feel it. Push it up inside me.”

“Your wish is my command. Want to get on your back? Take it nice and slow?”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed. “The second time is now coming up. I’m no longer a virgin. Orgasm after orgasm. You?”

“Well, not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking. But you’re damned sure the best lover I ever had.”

“Mmm…” I purred. It didn’t matter whether I was his first or second or beyond. In the moment I was his. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs to accommodate him. “Let me guide it in, will you?”

“Sure.”

I gripped that hardness and guided it to its target. I let go of him once he made contact. “Your turn now,” I breathed. “Push it in. All the way. Fuck me deep.”

With a slow building pressure, he penetrated me in one smooth movement. “I’d like to hold it here a moment,” he said.

“I’d like that,” I answered. “But not too long. “I’m horny, and I want to fuck. I want that cream pie.”

“We’ll get there,” he said. “Soon.” With that, he rocked his hips forward and slid that glorious erection deep, and even deeper, into the center of my being. He stopped with his back arched, holding himself up on his hands and arms. “How’s that feel?”

I was penetrated. I was stretched. I was hungry for more.

“Gonna start fucking for real, lover?” I asked.

“When I’m ready. Not until.”

He bent to kiss me full-on. I responded. I responded with plenty of tongue. “Let’s start this,” I said between kisses. “Boobies.” With his cock buried deep in my cunt, he bent to suck on my nipples. I just about came right then and there, it felt so good. Cock that was still more-or-less motionless, powerful suction on my nipplies, and again, I was in a state of complete surrender.

I wanted his strong hands gripping my neck again, the stronger the better, pushing my head up and back, physically reminding me just how powerless and vulnerable I was, but I said nothing. I still couldn’t work out if that was something I liked, but I already knew it got me even hotter.

“I want you, Meesha. I want you bad.”

While he was saying this he was pulling out. Just to the head, but I had to have more.

“Oh fuck… I need you back in there. “Please, oh please, fuck me deep.”

“Quarter kadıköy escort quarter half,” he said.

“Huh?”

“Here’s quarter,” he said. The penetration wasn’t that deep. He pulled out and slowly thrust back in.

“Another quarter.”

And so it went. Very soon I was beside myself with lust and desire, and I had to have more. I was going to counter that quarter, quarter, half with half, half, full! And I was going to hold that full!

Something in me suggested I had to pee, but I remembered that moment in the library when my friends “arrested” me. No, I didn’t have to go. But something in me… something suggested I had to “clamp down on it,” whatever “it” was. So I did.

Frank’s thrusting intensified, and then there was that deep grunt that, just like the first time, signaled his orgasm. Then there was the strong hand on my neck, squeezing tight, forcing my head up. Yes! Total surrender and total hotness! This was the most private thing a couple could do, and I loved it. He said nothing, but within seconds, I felt him come. It wasn’t like the first time, but while I felt like his need to come was urgent, there was a gentleness about it. I placed my hands on his ass in an effort to draw him in deeper. He kept thrusting, and he was still coming as he continued to grip my neck. I pulled him close, but my arms were not strong enough to counter his thrusting. And it felt like his offering was already spilling out of my vag. Indeed, the most private thing a couple could do.

I came. Hard, but not with the intensity of the a few hours earlier. It was gentle, but powerful. I rode the waves.

I rocked back and forth with his thrusting, matching each and every movement with my own. I didn’t want to let him go. I don’t know what adjectives or emotions I can ascribe to this, but I knew I didn’t want it to end. His thrusting continued beyond what I could have expected.

After several delicious minutes of intercourse, we finally slowed down to catch our breath. Two fucks in less than six hours! Amazing, right?

As before, we showered together. This time, our time in the shower was a lot longer. Frank soaped up my body, back and front. I took the bar from him and did the same for him. I managed to drop the soap (maybe on purpose? I have no idea!), and he gripped my hips and pressed himself against me.

“Sure wouldn’t mind another fuck,” he said.

“Mmm… I like the sound of that. But I guess we gotta wait.” I moved against him with a delicious slipperiness, just to encourage him. I had to have more, and turned around and embraced him, pressing my tits against his strong chest. I moved my face to his and met eager lips. “Finger me, lover,” I whispered. “Finger fuck my cunt.”

He said nothing, but held me closer with one arm while I felt his other arm and hand slide down my shoulder, my back, my ass, and then the next I felt was his fingers caressing my womanhood.

“That’s it,” I purred. “Penetrate me.”

Slowly and with increasing pressure I felt his fingers enter me. I reached down between us to hold his hand as he worked his magic.

Soon I found myself on the edge again. I lifted one leg up and slid it up and down his thigh… * * *

By the time we checked out mid-Sunday morning, we’d had sex at least six times. Twice with me under, missionary-style, at least once with me bent over the bed, and at least twice with me on top, rocking back and forth on his glorious boner. He came each time, we showered and played post-sex each time, and generally enjoyed ourselves.

But was it worth the nearly $400 we spent on the weekend, split between us? Oh fuck yeah, it was! Like I said, how many times does a girl lose her virginity, and what better way to do it than this? Just what this girl-now-woman needed!

A “Homecoming”

By the time we checked out of the hotel, I was feeling a little “wobbly” and a little sore but I didn’t much care. I’m sure my face was glowing with pleasure, and I knew I couldn’t stop smiling. The girl that went into that kartal escort hotel room (with lustful intentions!) with her boyfriend had come out a woman.

“Where to now, Meesh?” he asked after we’d checked out.

I thought for a moment and started wondering what my roomies had been up to. I really had no idea, but I found myself consumed with a desire to find out. “My place, if that’s ok,” I said.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

We got there and parked against the curb. I had an urge to ask him to carry me in, but I didn’t. I’d reserve that for my wedding day, I thought to myself. Instead we walked hand in hand, like any other couple coming home from a weekend, up to the door. I had no idea what to expect as I unlocked the door and walked in.

Banners and balloons assaulted us: “Congratulations Frank she was so good at it, so intimate, so gentle, so hot, I moved my hands up to her chest and gave her breasts a good squeeze and caress. She felt so good! But now wasn’t the time. I turned back to Frank and caught his arm.

“Time for a tour of my room, lover,” I said, and led him down the hall.

We stepped in and I closed the door with my foot and a bump of my ass. “How we gonna do this?” I asked. I didn’t want this to be a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am encounter (as if, right?), but I was hot and horny and needed attention, and right then.

“Truth or dare?” Frank said, sitting down in the chair next to my bed.

I thought about that for a moment, and all sorts of ideas sprung to mind. None seemed to suit at the time, though, and they were all pretty racy and involved others, which sort of shocked me. Instead I said, “How about low-card, high-card strip and fuck?”

“Is that really a thing?” he asked.

“Sure! Why not? I just made it up! Well, maybe I didn’t. But it’s simple. Deck of cards. We’ll take turns, whoever has the lower card, loses an item of clothing. Thoughts?” Nah, I probably for sure didn’t make it up, but I liked the way it sounded.

“Then when we run out of clothing?”

“Kiss, suck, cop a good feel or squeeze, things like that. And fuck.”

“Sounds great. Got a deck of cards?”

“Yeah, like I wouldn’t have suggested that if I didn’t, right?” At least, I hoped I did. A short search through my school stuff and dresser drawers turned one up. I tossed the deck to him.

“So. No jokers, nothing wild, aces high,” he said as he thumbed through the deck and shuffled it. “Sound good? Choose,” he said, holding the deck out to me.

Shit. Two of clubs. Frank pulled a king. I took a boot off. That alone made it real, and I started feeling hotter. I got up and locked my bedroom door. I didn’t need any advice was my thinking. Back to the game. “How’s that for a start? I asked.

“Excellent,” he said. “Shuffle again, or keep going and put these aside?”

“Aside. Now draw again. You won the last one, so it’s yours now.”

He did and came out with a nine of diamonds.

Mine was a three of something. Fuck. I took the sock off my foot. “One card, one piece of clothing,” I said as he took the two cards.

Eventually it was me with only my bra left. Frank still had his shorts and one sock on, and was beginning to sport a good stiff hard-on, which, just at the sight of it, had me in a fit of the hot-n-botherds. I was having trouble focusing on the cards.

“One more round, then it’s Fuck Time, bra or no bra,” Frank declared.

I just about creamed myself as I reached for the deck. Four of diamonds. Frank drew a Jack of something. I unclasped my bra and wiggled to let it fall from my shoulders and chest and threw it to the growing pile of laundry on the floor. Next I knew we were on my bed, making out like crazy, his cock rubbing up against my clit. A good fuck was not too far off!

“Gotta drop the rest of it,” he said as he sat up and lost the last of his clothing. “You cold?”

“Yeah. Under the covers,” I said.

Soon we were all nice and cozy, and his boner was pressing with a good deal of urgency against my twat. “Ready to get it on?” I asked, maltepe escort although I knew the answer.

He urged my legs apart and pressed his erection against me. “This answer your question?” No more words were spoken as he slowly and deliberately pressed himself into me.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned. “Do me. Come inside me.” The delicious pressure and stretching went on as he went deeper and deeper. Yeah, we were really fucking. Again!

I was about to come – again- and found myself begging for something: “Grab my neck. Push my head up.” I wanted to say some other things, but they seemed too dark, too foreboding. Within seconds his hands – both hands – were on my neck, doing just that. I came right then and there.

“Here it comes Meesha,” he growled, and in an instant I felt that glorious hotness filling me to the core. I came again as I moved my hands up to cover his, over my neck.

“Fuck me, lover,” I said. “Fuck me with all you’ve got.” I was about to say “Choke me,” but I just couldn’t.

We kept screwing through our mutual orgasms until he was too soft to stay inside me. This time, though, I didn’t want to move. All I wanted was to hold onto him, get under the covers, and sleep the sleep of the dead. But first, although some cuddling was definitely in order, I slowly realized I had more on my mind.

“You know, as much as I’d like to take a post-screw nap, I think I’d like to get dressed and go get a coffee and listen to some music. You up for that?”

“Sounds good,” he said.

“How much of this are you comfortable with me sharing with my roomies?

“Oh, I don’t know. Just don’t ‘broadcast’ it. A whisper in the ear would be all right, I mean, while I’m here. Whatever happens later is your business, not mine.” He fell quiet for a moment, apparently thinking this over. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed, but that I’m… well, a pretty private guy and I don’t want to be a spectacle and the topic of crazy conversations. Make sense?”

“Yeah, actually it does. I think I’m the same way, really,” I said as I stretched and rolled out of the bed. “I can tell you in all certainty, however, that it’ll never go beyond my roomies.”

I reached down between my legs. Wetness. Only this time we wouldn’t be able to take that delicious shower. “Hey, hand that box of tissue over here, will you?”

“Me too,” he said.

Once we got ourselves cleaned up, decent, and dressed, we headed out to the living room. Shiela and Andrea were sitting on the sofa, watching some sort of nature documentary. Not at all sexual, in other words.

“Sounded like you were busy, so we left you alone,” Andrea remarked.

I couldn’t help but grin and look at Frank. He too was grinning.

Frank and I had snuggled in on the sofa, but not for long. Not for long, as in, we got up to other things, sexier things, when he sneaked a hand up under my sweatshirt and played with my bare boobies. It was a huge turn-on that I would never have expected, doing something so sexual and intimate right there with my two besties, who didn’t notice a thing.

Soon though, the program came to an end, and Frank had to go. In fact, when he mentioned that, I had a moment of panic: All that studying I should have been doing all weekend!

“Your friends, they didn’t distract you?” I remember my mother asking on that morning some time back on the morning of Shiela, Andrea, and my adventures. Oh yeah, they sure as hell did distract! Actually no: It was Frank and me who did the distracting!

“Ah, just so you know, and it didn’t occur to me until now, we/re getting kinda far behind in our school work.”

“No, it did occur to me, about the time we checked out this morning. I didn’t want to wreck the mood, though.”

“So what’s next?” I asked. “To catch up, I mean.”

“I’d go for the monastery, if we can keep our hands to ourselves and our voices down.”

I thought about this for a moment. “Done,” I said. “Just study buddies. No fucking around.”

“Sounds good. See you there tonight, seven or so?”

“Done. Again. See you then.”

We got up and headed for the door, and spent some time looking into each other’s eyes before we came together for one of what I’d began to think of our “famous kisses.” There were whistles and clapping from my roomies, which I found both embarrassing and funny. With that, though, he was out the door and on his way, back to the dorms, I supposed.

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