Allie Makes a Downpayment
Terry and I stared across the table at each
other, peering through the flickering light of the oil lamp he'd
lit. He smiled, knowing that my love for him did not require
these romantic touches but that I appreciated them a great
deal. I smiled, knowing that if things went right, he was
going to take my virginity that night.
"I love you, Allie," he said with soft confidence.
My eyes narrowed and my lips puckered, edging
my smile towards seductive. "You're going to love me even more
by the end of the night, if you're a good boy."
He smiled, but said nothing, only bit his lip
before returning his attention to his wine. He was vulnerable
enough to be excited about what he was reading between the lines,
but confident enough to not make a big deal about it. I loved
that about him.
We were twenty two years old and had only
been dating for about three months, but had fallen madly and deeply
in love with one another in a matter of days. It was no simple
infatuation either. We talked more in those first few days
than I'd ever talked to another human being, about things which I'd
never talked about before. At the end of a couple of weeks, I
was sure I knew him better than I had ever known anyone else, and
knew for a fact that he had a deeper and truer sense of me than I'd
ever let any other person attain. The subsequent months had
borne out the truth of that assessment, in the consistency of his
character and sincerity of his actions.
I would marry Terry. I knew this with
all my heart and mind. I wanted to give my life to him, and
that night, I wanted to give my body to him as a downpayment against that.
We were both virgins in the strictest
sense. I had given one previous boyfriend some hand jobs and a
couple of blowjobs, but I was way too self-conscious about my body
to let him see or touch it. I've always had a pretty face with
delicate features and eyes the shape and nearly the color of
almonds. But I've also always been a skinny girl. As I
got older, I developed hips and a cute little butt, but my breasts
remained small and most of the time some of my ribs were
visible. I hated the idea of anyone, let alone a man, seeing
my nakedness. But I was willing to let Terry see.
And I anxiously wanted to see him. He
was even less experienced than me in most ways, but his last
girlfriend and he had developed a habit of dry-humping while
kissing, generally to the point of him orgasming. She was long
past her own virginity, and would have taken Terry to bed, but he
was almost as self-conscious as me. I didn't understand
why. He had the face of Boy Scout, but carried himself with
the confidence of every little girl's dream father figure. He
was a little on the heavy side, but not too much, and I thought it
just made him huggable and perfect to cuddle with. He had an
amazing smile with perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth.
And he had arms that just drove me wild.
I knew he would be amazing to make love to.
And I knew tonight would be the night.
But I wasn't going to just open my legs and
let him in.
I trusted Terry. He was the first man
I'd ever even considered giving my virginity to. But at the
same time I was still self-conscious enough that I wanted him to
earn his way between my legs. Terry always made me feel
special and adored. If his physical affections did the same
thing, even as he learned just how skinny and unremarkable a girl I
was from the neck down, then and only then would he get what we both
ached for him to get.
For a while longer, we both kept staring
across the table, sipping wine. Finally, I beckoned him
towards me with one finger. Wordlessly, he rose and stepped
near to me. I clutched needfully at his shirt and pulled him
down into a kiss. It was warm and wet, and effortlessly
comfortable. As my tongue explored the surface of his teeth, I
guided his hand up my shirt, allowing him for the first time to cup
my small breast through my bra.
We both moaned. His hand was eager, and
while he was clumsy, he seemed to have a good instinct for balancing
gentleness with desire. I could feel my nipples hardening, and
I knew that he could feel that erection on my chest through the
white cotton of my bra.
I reached up my shirt and slipped his hand
under the cup of my bra. My breast was small, but it was round
and silky, and we shared a gasp amidst our kiss as his strong hand
made contact with my delicate flesh there. My nipple was hard
and firm against the palm of his hand and he moved the hand in
spirals, toggling my nipple every which way.
Panting, I broke our kiss and scooted my
chair back a little from the table. Our lips listened with
exchanged saliva, and I stared hungrily at his mouth, wanting to
resume our kiss, but first I lifted off my shirt and removed my
bra. He leaned back for another kiss, and I parted my lips
eagerly, only he moved past my mouth to my throat. His kisses
were gentle at first, but as both his hands worked over my breasts,
his arousal became greater and he left two bright purple hickies on my throat.
And then he kissed his way down my
chest. "You're so beautiful, Allie," he whispered. "So beautiful."
I purred deep in my throat and held his head
to my chest as he licked his way around my breasts and then covered
them with soft, wet kisses. I slid a little forward in my
chair and leaned my shoulders against the back rest. "Oh,
baby, don't hold back."
He took the encouragement. His hands
slid around to the naked small of my back. One rested there,
supporting me. The other drew circles over my spine. The
aggression of his mouth on my breasts increased dramatically.
His kisses became open-mouth. He added gentle scrapes of his
teeth. And then kissing turned into sucking. He could
easily suck an entire breast into his mouth at one time.
This was exciting for both of us. I
could feel myself getting wet. I reached out for the first
time to rub at the crotch of his khaki pants, and was delighted to
find an incredible hardon forming. I groped and caressed
it. The active hand on my back slid down my jeans, inside my
panties to feel the swell of my butt cheeks. He then dragged
his mouth from my breast to my side, kissing his way up, and then
tickling my freshly shaved armpit with his tongue.
Grunting, I pushed him away. I stood,
and unbutton my jeans, allowing them to drop to my ankles. I
shoved my dinnerware to the floor and bent over to the table,
arching my back to present my cute butt to him. I know he
could see and probably smell the wet-spot on my white, flower-print
panties, but he knew me well enough and was a good enough lover to
sense that as desperately turned on as I was, I had not yet
green-lit his entry.
Instead of pressing for that, he crouched
behind me, and helped me step out of my shoes, socks, and
pants. Then, with agonizingly delightful care, he slowly
kissed and licked his way up my left leg, from ankle to hip, and
then back down the outside of my right leg.
I swear I was trembling at that point, so
close to the breaking point. I think I may have felt a drop of
wetness trickle out of my panties, down my leg. I know for
sure I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled.
Terry began kissed the inside of my left
ankle, slowly working his way up the calf. "You're so
beautiful, Allie," he said again. "So precious and perfect."
I moaned and then I blurted out some
expletive when his mouth reached the inside of my left thigh.
He lingered there for what seemed like a painfully pleasurable
eternity before moving over to the right thigh.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I whimpered,
embarrassed at how stereotypically girlish I sounded. "I don't
know how much more I can take."
He began kissing back down the inside of my
right leg. "It's all torture for me at this point," Terry said
softly, "but I wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Oh god, take my panties off. Please,
baby, take my panties off."
He didn't hesitate to comply. As soon
as they were off, his mouth and hands were all over my
backside. "God, Allie," he growled, "you have no idea how sexy
your ass is." His kisses were hard, biting and sucking.
His fingers were strong, massaging and kneading. "Every guy
you walk past eyes your ass and wishes he could worship it, I can't
believe I actually can."
My self-conscious wall was broken down, and I
was beyond being sweet or clever or seductive. I simply
panted, "Oh, Terry, fuck me."
He picked my skinny body up and carried me to
my bed. He lay me down and undressed, his eyes never leaving
my own nakedness. I couldn't believe I was letting someone
look between my legs. And he was staring, appreciatively.
"You're so beautiful," he said yet again, as
he got the last of his clothes off and crawled between my legs.
"So are you," I gushed, feeling immediately
silly for saying such a thing to a man.
He pressed his erection against me, and wet
as I was my lips began to part, but I'd never been penetrated in any
way before, not even by a finger. I reached down to help pull
curtains open for him, and he pressed with consistent, even
force. Finally he was in, with a sharp burning pain.
As my inner walls made way for him, our
mouths met and he took my hands in his, holding them slightly above
my head. We were in no way expert, and there could no denying
or minimizing the fire I felt at being opened this way, but I would
not have traded that moment for anything. My lover was inside
me. Our bodies were joined. His warm hardness was
meeting my warm softness and together they were creating a glow that
was at once painful and pleasurable, but unquestionably intense and intimate.
"You feel so good," he breathed into my ear,
releasing my hands so he could prop himself up a little. "I
don't think I'm going to last very long."
"Don't hold back," I begged. "Please
don't hold back."
"But I want your first time to be good."
"Baby, it already is."
"But if I go too quick . . ."
"We have all our lives, Terry; this is just
the first time."
He brought his mouth back to mine and kissed
me violently. His teeth crashed into mine, and his tongue
nearly filled my throat. At the same time, his left hand snuck
between us and he began to rub at my clitoris. His touch sent
a charge through me. I arched my back under him and cried out loudly.
It was shortly after that that Terry bit my
shoulder as his body tensed and his manhood released inside of
me. He paused for only a moment to recover after withdrawing,
and then returned his mouth to my breasts and resumed his attention
to my clit. I was at his mercy, and I did not last much longer
myself, before my body surged with a feeling that almost terrified
my, like I was jumping off a building.
I almost wanted to stop.
To beg him to stop.
That I was scared.
That I could take no more.
But I trusted Terry, and I let him keep going.
And a moment later I was over the edge.
I arched my back so high that I was barely on the bed anymore, and
cried so loud I thought we might both go deaf. My thighs
tensed and I felt my insides shake and spasm. I felt a rush of
adrenaline flow through me. Pushing me higher, higher, higher
. . .
When I thought I might pass out, I rolled
away from Terry. Lying on my belly panting, I bit my pillow
and tried to let my nerves and muscles calm down.
After a little bit, I released the pillow
from my mouth and looked up to meet my boyfriend's eyes. I
smiled and looked at his manhood, glistening with blood and our
juices. I looked at the mess on the bed, a pinkish mixture of
fluids from both of us. I smelled the sweat and the sex.
I smiled again, and giggled.
Terry kissed my forehead. "Thank you."
"Thank you," I teased.
"I mean it," he insisted gently. "You
just gave me the most amazing gift in the world."
I shook my head. "Baby, that was just a
promise of things to come."
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"Allie Makes a
Downpayment"
A Short Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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