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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
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and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 

                              = = = 

                              Crush
                       by Uther Pendragon
                        anon584c@nyx.net 

Chapter 2:

"I hope," I said to Shelley, "that you don't mind my going  
into your room."  I picked up Brian and carried him in to his  
cradle. 

"Really, Jeff," Shelley said when I came out, "it's Brian's  
room. I just hope you don't mind my interfering with your  
parenting for your son." 

"Don't worry about Jeff," Kristen said.  "The only part of  
parenthood he really enjoyed ended with Brian's conception." Now,  
that was unfair.  I *did* enjoy that part, but I enjoy  
caring for Brian and holding him, too. 

Shelley turned pink.  "Look at her blush," Kristen said.   
"You'd think you were seeing a virgin at nineteen."  At this,  
Shelley turned from pink to bright red.  It was fun to see, I'll  
admit; but I took pity on her. 

"So, Shelley," I said, "what are you going to be taking this  
quarter?" 

Kristen snorted.  We'd already heard the answer.  For that  
matter, Shelley was going to take more-or-less what Kristen and I  
had.  Freshmen don't have all that much choice. 

Still, Shelley was grateful for my change of topic.  We talked  
about her plans until Brian cried.  "Want to change him?" Kristen  
asked.  Shelley nodded.  The two of them went into Shelley's (or  
Brian's) room and shut the door.  I went into our room and got  
ready for bed.  Since we had a guest, I put on pajamas.  For that  
matter, I wore a robe for my trip to the bathroom. 

Kristen came in some time later and rummaged through her  
closet. She went out with her robe and the fancy peignoir which  
her mother had given her in preparation for our marriage.  Now, I  
like that nightgown.  While I prefer her naked, I knew that this  
was inappropriate for this night.  (It was inappropriate even  
though Shelley and I had each seen her naked many times.  I  
didn't expect her to appear naked in front of the two of us.)  
Still, I wouldn't have expected her to wear the peignoir in those  
circumstances, either. 

I lay in bed imagining Kristen changing into that outfit.  The  
blankets tented over me.  This was the wrong night for such  
imaginings.  It was still too early for us to resume intercourse.  
Kristen had said, "You've always been willing to take care of me;  
I'm willing to take care of you."  We would lie side by side, and  
her hands would caress my balls while her mouth covered my cock.  
I was still too afraid of bringing germs to her stressed-out  
vagina.  So I kept my kisses, although not caresses, above her  
waist.   Even that would be out for this night, though.  Shelley  
would be too close. 

There was a light knock on the bedroom door.  It had to be  
Shelley, Kristen would come right in.  What did Shelley want?  I  
turned on my side -- the most effective way to get rid of that  
tent.  "Come in," I called. 

Shelley was blushing wildly when she walked in.  She was also  
wearing Kristen's peignoir.  "What the ...?" I said. 

Shelley whispered something.  Then she managed to speak  
audibly, "She said you'd be gentle with me." 

"Gentle?"  Had I ever been rough with Shelley?  Now, rough  
with Kristen, sure -- but that was sex play, and not during her  
pregnancy. 

"You were gentle with her, you'll be gentle with me."  She  
blushed a deeper shade of red.  I finally tumbled.  I turned back  
the bedclothes in silent invitation.  Shelley got in under the  
blankets. I covered us up. 

"Shelley, have I ever kissed you?"  I knew the answer. 

She shook her head 'no.' 

"It's about time I did."  I leaned over to kiss her mouth.  I  
kept my hands to myself, for the moment, but I pressed forward  
with my tongue.  Her mouth tasted sweet under the toothpaste.  I  
could feel her nervousness. 

I broke the kiss.  "It's really your first time?" I asked.  
Shelley had gone through half a dozen boyfriends in the last two  
years.  I couldn't believe she'd brought her virginity -- however  
technical -- to college.  She nodded and blushed more. 

The story came in fits and starts, between kisses and during  
caresses which I kept outside the peignoir.  Kristen had teased  
her again in the room about blushing like a virgin.  Shelley had  
confessed that she was.  By this time, she was an unwilling one.  
She wanted passion but was afraid of pain, to say nothing of  
being afraid of pregnancy.  "You need someone like Jeff," Kristen  
had said.  She never would have said that within my hearing. 

"I've been looking for someone like Jeff," Shelley had  
answered. "I don't meet men, only boys."  I was only five years  
her senior; she'd known me for four of those years.  On the other  
hand, she'd seen me as an older man for all that time. 

Kristen had said.  "Jeff likes you; you like Jeff.  Too bad  
you two can't get together."  I wasn't there, but I know my wife.  
That comment had been only to draw a deeper blush from  
Shelley. 

"Too bad," Shelley had said.  "I'd trust Jeff more than the  
boys I know."  Somehow -- I wasn't there, and Shelley wasn't  
clear -- the suggestion had turned serious. 

Kristen had lent her the peignoir and sent her in to me.  "She  
said," Shelley told me, "that you were gentle with her.  You  
would be gentle with me." 

I'm not sure that I had been gentle with Kristen.  I'm not  
sure I'd  had any style with Kristen; I had been following her  
lead. Shelley's leading, on the other hand, clearly had ended  
when she got in the door.  I was the experienced party in that  
bed.  And I was a good deal less nervous about Shelley than I had  
been about her sister.  I knew where my cock went, not only in  
theory but by feel.  And I knew this time that she wouldn't  
bleed; whatever hadn't been up Shelley, enough had that the way  
would be clear. 

Still, I had been advertised as going to be gentle.  And  
Kristen and I had petted up a storm for hours before our first  
time together.  For that matter, we'd petted up a storm for the  
quarter before. Shelley might be willing to just pull up her  
skirt and spread her legs.  (On the other hand, if she had been  
willing to do that, I'm sure that there had been plenty of  
opportunities in her high school.)  That wasn't really an  
introduction to intercourse, however.  What I needed to show her  
was the full pattern, from the introductory kisses which we'd  
already begun through the preliminary climax a good man brought  
his partner, to the final orgasm during intercourse. 

If Shelley were anything like her sister, of course, that  
final orgasm wouldn't occur her first time.  Still, I knew a lot  
more than I had known four years before.  I'd enter Shelley when  
she was worked up.  If I could bring her to orgasm the first  
time, I would measure up to my billing. 

When I kissed her again, I let my hand slide up the peignoir  
to cup her breast.  I left it there when I broke the kiss.  She  
sighed audibly, and the nipple pushed back at my palm.  I kissed  
all around her face; then returned to her mouth for a deep kiss.  
This time, her tongue responded to mine.  I broke the kiss to  
look deeply into her eyes.  Shelley blushed. 

I adjusted my hand to cup the bottom of her breast.  The thumb  
and forefinger could hold the nipple through the thin cloth.  I  
bent to kiss the peak of her other breast.  That nipple responded  
by hardening as much as the other.  Shelley blushed, deeper if  
that were possible, and started to raise the skirt of the  
peignoir. 

"Where did Kristen say she would be sleeping?" I asked. 

"In Brian's room." 

"Then we have all the time in the world, don't we?"  She  
blushed again but lay back.  "Look, follow my lead.  If something  
hurts you or disgusts you, then you can say no.  Up to then, let  
me set the pace.  You came to learn, after all." 

"You're right.  You're always so right."  No I wasn't, but --  
just now -- it was good that she thought so. 

I kissed her and cuddled her.  I returned to her mouth time  
and again.  Between those times, though, my kisses strayed to her  
neck and her bare arms.  I kissed her breasts through the  
peignoir, too.  Finally, I lifted the hem.  She sat up, and I  
helped her take it off.  I kissed her mouth again and covered her  
with the sheet. 

I was kissing her as my hand caressed her bare skin.  Her  
nipple was hard against my palm.  Going lower, I smoothed the  
skin over her belly.  I pulled the sheet up with my other hand.  
When my fingers passed over her mound, she squeezed her legs  
together.  Fine.  I stroked her thighs gently, down, then up  
until I touched her lower lips.  She stiffened, but didn't say  
anything. 

I stroked her thighs, trailing my fingers between them.  As I  
did that, I kissed her face, then her throat, then her shoulders.   
I brushed the sheet lower with my face as I kissed the top parts  
of her breasts.  She tensed as I got near her nipple, relaxed  
when I moved to the top of her other breast, tensed again as I  
approached that nipple.  I did this three or four times before I  
actually kissed the far nipple.  "Oh Jeff," she said.  She made  
even my name sound romantic. 

I licked the nipple then sucked it.  I kissed a path down that  
breast and up the other one, a circle around the areola before  
touching it.  I tried to lick the areola without touching the  
nipple.  I didn't quite succeed, but the randomness of that  
contact was turning her on.  I felt her belly relax under my  
forearm. 

It tensed again when I sucked fully on the nipple.  She  
relaxed much more when I withdrew my lips, her legs falling  
apart.  I took that opportunity to clasp her entire mound in my  
hand.  Her legs clamped together again, but my hand was where it  
wanted to be.  The next time I sucked her nipple, her mound rose  
up against my hand. 

She still reacted with tension, but it felt like a different  
kind of tension. I returned to her mouth, pursuing her tongue  
with my own.  While that was the agenda for the top half, my  
fingers explored her outer lips.  She didn't trim her hair there  
at all. It felt silky.  I played with it for a bit before parting  
those lips. 

When I did, I could feel her juiciness.  Nervous, she might  
have been; tense she might still be; but she was turned on as  
well.  I spread some of that juice upward on the insides of her  
outer lips, just missing the inner ones.  On the third pass, I  
brushed against the inner ones -- touching them as lightly as  
possible. It seemed to me that Shelley inhaled more deeply in  
response to that touch. 

I kissed up her neck towards her mouth as I parted the inner  
lips.  I timed it so that my tongue met hers just as my finger  
brushed her clit. 

You can't jump while lying flat on the bed with someone  
holding you down at the groin and pressing you down at your  
mouth.  She jumped anyway.  Luckily, her mouth opened further  
rather than closing on my tongue. 

I took some time spreading her juices all over her lips.  When  
my finger returned to her clit, my mouth returned to her nipple.   
I kept reminding myself to vary what I was doing.  I would have  
been stroking Kristen's clit all the time by now, but Kristen is  
a unique woman.  Anyway, as I had told her, there was every  
reason for Shelley and me to take our time.  I played with her  
lower lips, only occasionally brushing her clit.  I stroked it  
firmly even less often.  I moved from one breast to the other  
often enough that I hoped neither was getting sore. 

When Shelley seemed near, I kissed downwards from her breast.   
I removed my finger from her valley entirely and caressed her  
mound with my palm instead.  I climbed between her legs, moving  
them further apart as I did so. 

When I kissed her thigh, Shelley shook.  She could tell where  
my kisses were heading.  Although her legs were spread, her lips  
had closed.  I kissed them -- just lips, no tongue.  Then I  
spread them with my hand.  My first lick got a rich taste of her  
juice. 

When my tongue first touched her clit, she bucked.  Now I did  
concentrate there.  She had been as close as I had hoped.  A few  
tongue strokes and she went over.  I licked there while she  
shuddered.  Finally I covered the entire region of the top of her  
valley, the part within a half inch of her clit, with my mouth. I  
sucked.  Still sucking, I licked while she convulsed. 

When I let go, she collapsed.  I was in the midst of  
extricating myself when she shuddered for one last time.  I had  
bought a box of condoms in expectation of Kristen's recovery.  I  
lay next to Shelley while I recovered that box from my drawer and  
got it open. 

I put one still-sealed packet in my left hand and cuddled  
Shelley with my right arm.  We had scheduled an occasion for her;  
it wouldn't have been fair to start it while she was distracted.  
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal.  When she turned her  
head towards mine, I kissed her shoulder.  "You okay?" I  
asked. 

"Yes." She took a few more breaths.  "It's never been like  
that." That was very nice to hear.  Shelley had always been good  
for my ego.  I trailed my kisses towards her breast.  "Are we  
going to...?" she asked.  Her blush spread all the way to the  
tops of her breasts. 

"Yes.  Soon."  She blushed, if anything, more deeply.  This  
was fascinating to see this closely.  Even her nipples seemed to  
get more blood.  Maybe that was from my attentions.  I licked the  
close one, then the other, then the close one again.  when I went  
over to the far breast a second time, I changed to serious  
sucking.  I fingered her lower lips at the same time.  She was  
still juicy, or maybe juicy again.  I withdrew my hand to open  
the packet. 

Experience tells.  I could keep kissing her while applying the  
condom.  When I climbed between her legs I pulled each of her  
knees up to give me what I figured to be the best access. 

I spread her inner labia with my fingers and placed my cock  
between them.  "You're there!" she said.  I was there. 

"Do you want to?" I asked. 

"Oh yes!"  I pressed forward until I felt Shelley all around  
my tip.  It was the right place, but I wasn't going in.  The  
tightness was maddening.  My cock wanted to be -- needed to be --  
surrounded by that tightness.  I pushed. 

For an instant, she was tighter than ever, but I wasn't  
moving. Then she said "oh!"  The tightness clasped all around the  
head. Slowly, fighting the need to drive into her, I went inward  
until there wasn't any of me to go deeper.  Then I raised myself  
up until I could focus on her face. 

"You all right?" I asked. 

"I'm okay.  It's not hurting so much now." 

"Want me to stop here?"  Could I? 

"Just stay like this."  Surrounded by her warmth and  
tightness, I stayed above her. 

"Say when," I said. 

"When.  Could you keep it slow?" 

Before moving my cock, I adjusted my arms so I could stroke  
her breasts.  Then, very slowly, I eased backwards.  "That feels  
better," she said. 

I took the opportunity to kiss her.  "Tell me if there is a  
new hurt," I said.  After all, there was nothing I could do about  
the original one.  Then I eased forwards.  I couldn't make myself  
stop there.  The feelings were so wonderful, her tight cunt  
gripped me so closely.  Gradually, I sped up.  She didn't  
complain, even put her arms around me. 

I could feel the pressure building.  "Shelley!" I said.  Then  
I rammed into her and pulsed.  And pulsed.  When it ended, so did  
I.  I dropped onto her.  A minute later, I managed to roll off  
her.  I lay on the bed sideways facing her and cuddled her to  
me. 

"Did it hurt awfully?" I asked when I could speak. 

"Not awfully." 

"Feeling better?" 

"Oh yes.  And it won't hurt again." 

"I don't think it will," I said.  Of course, what did I know?   
I hadn't expected it to hurt the first time.  I didn't ask if she  
had come again; obviously she hadn't. 

"Well," she said.  "I'm glad it was you.  What if the boy had  
been rough?"  And I hadn't been?  I kissed her shoulder for a  
while.  When a little energy returned, I removed the condom and  
tied a knot in the loose end.  I could see just a trace of blood  
on it before I tossed it in the wastebasket. 

I kissed her shoulder again.  "Can we have a real kiss?" she  
asked. 

"Anything you're ready for."  She turned to face me, and we  
kissed.  It was sweet if not passionate.  "You'll sleep better  
facing the other way," I said when she broke the kiss. 

"Am I going to sleep here?" 

"Well, Kristen has the only other bed," I pointed out.  She  
snuggled her sweet derriere against me.  I held her breast for a  
moment, then moved my arm so it wasn't weighing on her.  The feel  
of skin against my skin was comforting as I dropped off, but she  
was dressed in the peignoir again when I woke in the morning. 

I dressed back in the pajamas for my trip to the bathroom.  
There, I was careful to brush my teeth.  When I got back, Shelley  
looked awake.  I leaned over to kiss her.  She didn't open her  
mouth, and I didn't push it. 

I cooked breakfast for the adults while Brian had his.  "Did  
you two enjoy yourselves?" Kristen asked. 

"Oh yes," Shelley said.  She blushed again,  "Jeff was every  
bit as gentle as you said he would be." 

"I enjoyed myself very much," I said, keeping the enthusiasm  
out of my voice  I could tell already that this was going to be  
my last, as well as my first, time with Shelley.  I would,  
however, have to deal with Kristen every night of the decades to  
come.  


The end 
Crush  
Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
2004/03/18
2005/04/07


Another story about a woman's first sexual 
experience in quite different circumstances 
is:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/med/rampant.htm
"Rampant"


This story is coded (MF 1st cons inc).

The code, cons, means: All the sex is consensual.

For more on the story codes and how to use them to find the 
sorts of stories to interest you:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
"Story codes for readers" 


This story is indexed under:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/etc.htm
"etc. Stories not in other categories"

The directory to all my stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
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