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 First Time (MF, 1st)
 A True Story by JLM
 (With editorial help from a friend)




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  I met Jan through a mutual friend. I was living in Springfield, 
Illinois, and Jan was living in St. Paul, Minnesota. My friend was 
married to Jan's sister and kept on my case that I should date more and 
find the right girl. 
  I was 28 at the time and had spent most of my life doing two things--
attending school and working to pay off student loans. At the time I was 
one of those graduates who couldn't find a job in my area of study (high 
school math teacher) so I was working as an assistant manager at a small 
men's clothing store. Anyone who has worked retail knows that it's a 6-
day a week job (at least) and that those in management work more. I 
started at the bottom rung of the ladder, which meant lots of hours and 
not much for wages--but at least it was a job.
  Since I was rather introverted, plus being nearly broke and busy, my 
social life was not very exciting. To put it bluntly, it was non-
existent. I did a lot of reading--mostly Alistar Maclean and Isaac 
Asimov--but the only time my blood pressure rose was an occasional 
fantasy date with Miss July.
  Randy encouraged me to check out his sister-in-law. The problem was 
she lived a long way off for a guy who was broke. On May 6th a buyer's 
show was scheduled in Minneapolis, and my boss invited me to go with 
him. When Randy found out, he told me he was thinking about a visit back 
home at the same time and asked me to drop in on his family while he was 
there. He didn't really invite me--he insisted. His folks lived in one 
of the suburbs and he knew his younger sister would drive over from St. 
Paul if he came all the way from Springfield.
  I was able to get away during the buyer's meeting for more than half a 
day. Randy and his wife treated me to lunch at Perkins, and Jan came as 
well. 
  Jan was two years younger than me and four inches shorter. I liked her 
long brown hair, her soft brown eyes, her gentle smile. She wore a 
tasteful white dress with blue accents in the fabric. She had a sexy 
figure--high, firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a well-rounded ass. I 
fought with a hard-on as my eyes undressed her enticing curves. What 
appealed to me most was the fact that she seemed genuinely interested in 
me. For a guy who was kind of shy, this was an additional turn on. (I 
only found out later that Randy had told Jan lots about me--all of it 
good.)
  Jan had broken up with a guy six months earlier and had not dated 
since. I found out later she was disillusioned and didn't want to get 
hurt. But for now she was pleasant, engaging, and fun to be with. The 
whole meal was a real boost to my ego.
  Half-way through the meal Randy's wife excused herself to go to the 
rest room. Jan joined her, leaving Randy and me alone.
  "What did I tell you?" Randy asked.
  "You're right. She's nice." I said, not wanting to seem too eager.
  "Then ask her out for supper." Randy urged me.
  "So soon?" I asked.
  "How long before you think you'll be back here again? If you'd like to 
get to know Jan better you'll have to make use of the time you've got."
  I couldn't argue with Randy's logic.
  Randy insisted on paying for the whole meal. While he was busy with 
the cashier, I stood in the alcove with Jan.
  "I know you're busy with family this weekend," I said, "but I'd enjoy 
taking you out to dinner tonight if you can be free."
  Jan didn't hesitate a second. "I'd love to, Jim," she said. "What 
time."
  "Ah...how about 5:00 o'clock?" I replied.
  "Sure. Where?" Jan asked.
  "I don't know the places around here. Do you have any suggestions?"
  "Sure do." Jan responded. "Tell you what. Why don't I pick you up at 
your motel. Randy says you're at the Best Western on Highway 7. We can 
go from there."
  The idea sounded good to me, so I consented. 
  I was in the lobby at 4:45, and Jan showed up about 15 minutes later. 
Since I had no wheels, we hopped in her car and she gave directions to a 
steak house in Wayzata as I drove.
  We had a great meal, and a better time talking. I was glad to have her 
to myself. Jan was animated and fun to talk with. She was also a good 
listener. We had much in common. We found ourselves holding hands as we 
talked. After two hours I reminded her of the time in case she wanted to 
see more of her brother, but she didn't seem to care. We left the 
restaurant about 8:00 and she directed me as we drove around Lake 
Calhoun and over to Minnehaha Falls. 
  Though the scenery was nice, I enjoyed Jan's company much more, and I 
thought the feeling was mutual. Jan sat close to me, our thighs 
touching. I placed my hand on her thigh below the hem of her skirt. I 
fantasized about sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh and watching 
her welcome my touch.  
  We eventually made our way to a Dairy Queen at 10:00, where we sat and 
talked for another 90 minutes. I returned to the motel parking lot at 
about midnight.
  "It's been a great evening, Jan," I said, not wanting it to end.
  "I'll bet your boss has been wondering where his roommate has been." 
Jan noted.
  At that point I wished I had a separate room and could invite Jan up. 
But then I didn't want her to think I was the kind of guy to try to bed 
her on the first date. And to be honest, I wasn't. Even so, trading her 
companionship for that of my 59 year old boss wasn't appealing.
  "It's been a great evening," Jan continued. "Really fun, Jim."
  Jan leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'd like to do it again."
  "A 6:00 a.m. flight makes that difficult," I said reluctantly. "But 
maybe I can work it out to see the Twin Cities again real soon."
  "That would be great," Jan replied.
  "For me too," I added.
  Jan pulled on the handle and got out her side. I reluctantly did the 
same. She came around to the driver's side and stopped. I put my hands 
around her waist.
  "Thanks for a great time! Your brother's got a great sister," I said.
  "And a good friend," Jan added with a smile.
  I leaned forward and kissed her softly, but not passionately. There 
was lots of warmth in the kiss she returned.
  After a few moments she slipped out of my hands and sat down in the 
driver's seat.
  "Take care," I said I closed the door. "I'll be in touch."
  "You do that!" Jan said.
  Reluctantly, she drove away. Very reluctantly, I watched her go.

  The next day before I boarded the plane I picked up a card and sent it 
off to Jan thanking her for the great time. Three days later I had a 
response--a card with a two-page letter tucked inside. I replied to her 
letter with one of my own, but this time Jan didn't write back. She 
called instead. We picked up our conversation about where we left off on 
our one date. I called back two days later to find out how she was 
doing.
  In short, we began to watch our phone bills swell as we did some long-
distance dating. Jan told me about herself and I talked about my world. 
I didn't know it at the time, but we were falling in love.
  I sent Jan a card reading: 'To know you is to love you. I know you 
very much.' I didn't know how that would change our relationship. She 
told me for the first time she loved me too, and at last our feelings 
for each other were out in the open. 
  In a conversation three weeks later, Jan brought up a subject that was 
difficult for her to talk about.
  "Jim, there's something about me I need to tell you." Jan began 
tentatively.
  "What's that, Jan?"
  "I'm...well...I went with this guy Gary--the one I told you about 
earlier."
  "Yes."
  "And...uh...we went all the way a couple of times." Jan said softly.
  "That doesn't make any difference to me," I reassured her. "I might be 
a virgin physically but I can assure you that mentally I've had sex lots 
of times."
  "But it's not the same," she protested.
  "I know," I replied. "But that still doesn't affect my love for you, 
Jan. I fell in love with you realizing there was a good chance you 
weren't a virgin. All of us fall short of our ideals--it doesn't mean 
our life is ruined."
  My acceptance of Jan over that issue made a big impact on her--because 
it was for her a source of intense guilt. It also opened the whole area 
of sexuality between us and made us more intimate lovers--though we 
hadn't been sexually intimate yet.

  The fourth of July is not a good selling time in the clothing 
industry, so it was a good opportunity for me to grab some time off with 
a few vacation days besides. 
  I started very early in the morning and arrived about 5:00 p.m. Jan 
insisted that I stop at her place before checking into a motel. I soon 
found out why.
  I drove up to the old apartment building and looked around. It was one 
of those huge old houses built for a family of 15. Jan's apartment was 
on the third floor. Her bedroom was in a round turret on the southeast 
corner. I made my way up the stairs and rang the bell. 
  Jan opened the door. Her breasts stood out proudly against her light 
blue cotton top. My hands hungered to caress her mounds. I glanced down 
at her creamy thighs and pictured myself sliding my fingers underneath 
her navy blue shorts and stroking her pussy.
 The two months apart made the first few seconds of our meeting awkward, 
even though we'd talked incessantly in recent weeks. She said nothing 
for a few seconds, but smiled that warm smile that caught my heart at 
first.
  "Hi Jim," she said softly. "Nice to see you."
  "Same here," I replied as I stepped forward and stood very close to 
her. I could smell her intoxicating perfume.
  I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her softly on the lips. She 
kissed me warmly, hinting of eagerness as she wrapped her arms around 
me. In seconds I felt her pressing her body against me. It felt so warm 
and erotic. I could feel her bra through her top. For a moment I 
wondered what it would be like to slide my hands underneath, unhook it, 
and slowly move my hands around to the tits that were hard against my 
chest.
  I kissed her more passionately, and she responded in kind. We held 
each other close and felt the softness of each other's lips as our heart 
beats increased.
  I lost track of time, as our mouths were locked together in a lover's 
kiss. On lonely nights back in my apartment, I had fantasized about this 
reunion. In my erotic dream she would whisper in my ear, "Make love to 
me, Jim. Fuck me! Help me take my clothes off so I can feel your stiff 
cock inside me!" 
  Reality was different. "The door isn't shut," she said. "Come on in."
  I did, looking around at the small but neat apartment. I moved over to 
the sofa and sat down. Jan joined me after closing the door. Her 
presence after so much anticipation, was almost intoxicating.
  "Welcome to my place," Jan said as she leaned toward me with another 
kiss on the way.
  Our lips met and we embraced again.
  "This is the best welcome of all," I said after a few seconds.
  "Glad you like it..." she replied. 
  I interrupted her statement with another kiss, this one more lengthy 
and passionate yet. I could feel Jan's heartbeat as we held each other 
tightly. I treasured the warmth of her body against mine, especially the 
pressure of her breasts against my chest.
  "You know those motel reservations I made," she said.
  "Yes..."
  "Well, I canceled them. You're staying here."
  I didn't want to be presumptuous, so I worded my response carefully. 
"The couch looks comfortable enough," I said.
  "You can sleep on the couch if you want, Jim, but you can have my bed 
too."
  "I don't want to force you out of your bed," I added, wondering how 
she would respond.
  "Oh, I'm sleeping in my bed no matter what." Jan replied.
  My hard-on throbbed in response. "That's some invitation!" I croaked 
out, surprised and turned on by her attitude.
  "So is this," Jan added, as she kissed me again. This time I felt her 
tongue dart inside my lips. I loosened my jaw and slipped my tongue out 
to meet hers. In a few moments we were french kissing. It was the first 
time for me, and I had never expected that two tongues could trigger 
such erotic pleasure.
  As I marveled at this experience, I leaned back, pulling Jan down on 
top of me. We lay there on the couch necking, her body fully pressed 
against mine. I was aware that my swollen cock was pressing hard against 
Jan's groin. For some reason I wasn't embarrassed, as I otherwise would 
have been. She didn't seem to mind either, so I allowed my passions to 
build, along with the size of the bulge in my slacks.   By now, I had my 
legs split with hers between me. Her crotch was directly over my 
erection. I pushed up against her, and she accepted my actions without 
complaint.
  We kissed and talked in lover's whispers for fifteen or twenty 
minutes. I pressed her close to me, wishing we both were naked, 
imagining what it would feel like to have her groin grinding against my 
swollen rod. Jan leaned up and looked around. I could see down the front 
of her top, though I tried not to stare. The cleavage between her 
breasts fueled my passion even more. 
  "This couch is so narrow," Jan complained. "We can't be comfortable 
here long."
  I could have stayed there forever, but reluctantly I watched her get 
up. Our petting was triggering a few lustful fantasies in me by this 
time. In my mind's eye I saw Jan strip off her shorts, then reach down 
and remove mine. I visualized her looking at the outline of my erection 
with hungry eyes. And then...  
  "I've got a great place for supper," Jan said. "It's right by a park. 
You'll love it."
  I was fantasizing another kind of supper--one involving her lips and 
all-natural ingredients, but her words brought me back to the present.
  The spell was broken, for the moment. I suspected it would return. I 
turned my attention to the mundane matters of eating, trying to deflate 
my passion (and one other thing) as Jan picked up her purse.
  Dinner and the walk after was fun. We went around in that lover's haze 
where everything revolves around the other person and the rest of the 
world ceases to exist. Our hands were all over each other's hands, arms, 
shoulders, and waists. After our walk in the park we shared an ice cream 
cone. Even watching Jan lick the ice cream brought to mind lots of 
erotic thoughts--pictures of her tongue sliding across the swollen head 
of my dick. I wisely kept these to myself.
  It was late when we returned to Jan's apartment. We'd talked all 
evening, and still there was no desire to quit.
  We sat on the sofa again and in moments we were kissing. I started to 
lean sideways to pull Jan down on me again, but she resisted.
  "I've got a better idea," she said.
  Jan stood up and pulled on my hand, indicating that I was to follow 
her. We went through a door. Her bedroom was on the other side. Jan sat 
down on the bed.
  "More room here," she said with a smile.
  I sat down next to her and we resumed kissing. Not too many minutes 
later I was on my back pressing Jan against me. Except for our shoes, we 
were still fully clothed.
  I reached around and slid my hands underneath her blouse, feeling her 
bare back above the waist. Her skin was soft and warm. As we french 
kissed, I slowly moved my hands upward underneath her blouse until they 
reached the strap of her bra. Since I'd never unhooked one before, it 
took a few moments of fumbling to loosen the clasps. Finally it was 
free, and I preceded to slide my hands over her entire bare back as we 
kissed.
  We rolled sideways so we were facing each other as we continued to 
kiss. I slowly moved my hand to the side of her ribcage, my forearm 
barely touching the side of her bra as it loosely covered her left 
breast. My fantasy was about to come true, and I felt as though I was in 
a dream, as though I would waken any moment. My heart pounded loudly in 
my ears as I anticipated what might come next.
  As Jan and I continued to kiss and exchange tender words, I slowly 
increased the pressure of my forearm against the side of her breast. 
Then I moved my arm so that the side of my hand was where my forearm 
used to be. For the first time my fingertips began to cup the underside 
of her breast.
  Jan slid her tongue rapidly around mine. I took it as an indication 
she enjoyed the attention my hand was paying to her breast, so I slipped 
my hand under the material and briefly held the underside of her breast. 
Jan seemed to enjoy that even more.
  Her breasts were just the right size to fill up my hands, and I 
enjoyed exploring every inch of them. Small aureoles circled the fiery 
red nipples that stood up proud, challenging my fingers to fondle them. 
  By now a lot of her blouse was bunched up. I withdrew my hand and 
dared to unbutton her blouse, from bottom to top, as we kissed. To my 
delight, she began to do the same to my shirt.
  When my shirt was loosened, I sat up and slipped my arms out of the 
sleeves, then dropped it to the floor behind me. Jan sat up and did the 
same with her blouse. I watched her bra dangle loosely from her 
shoulders. She slid her fingers underneath the left shoulder strap and 
pushed it sideways until it fell off, uncovering her breast. Then she 
removed her bra entirely and lay down on her side again.
  "Better, don't you think?" she said.
  I swallowed hard. She was offering herself to me, and I was getting 
more turned on by the second. As I looked at her naked breasts, I felt 
an eagerness to fondle her hot tits or cover them with my mouth, 
feasting on her nipples and driving her wild.
  I preceded to resume kissing her, pressing her bare chest against mine 
with great passion. Once again my hand moved toward her breast, cupping 
the underside and delighting in the warm smoothness of her curves. I 
tried to fondle her slowly and tenderly, avoiding what I wanted to do 
most--rush to feel her nipple. She seemed to enjoy the slowness of my 
affection, the gentleness.
  I finally moved my fingers upward and touched the erect knob at the 
tip of her breast. Jan moaned slightly as my fingers played with the 
summit of her breast. She sighed with pleasure as my fingers lightly 
circled her erect nipples.
  Her kisses became more uninhibited as I continued to fondle her. 
Neither of us were willing to put our hands below each other's waist. 
Not yet, anyway. 
  I felt like there were two of me in the bed. One was thinking of 
slipping her remaining clothes off, moving lovingly between her creamy 
soft legs, and easing my 9" throbbing cock deep into her love nest. The 
other one was following all the social norms I'd followed all my life. 
Don't ask me how, but the nice guy won.
  After ten or fifteen more minutes of intense petting, I forced myself 
to slow down to avoid becoming frustrated.
  Jan sensed my reluctance, but she did not object.
  "You don't want to go too far, do you Jim?" she asked.
  The testosterone inside me replied, "You've got me so horny I could 
shove my cock through a concrete block. I'm dying to make love with you. 
You're the most fuck-able woman I've ever met. I want to go all the way! 
Let's make love." 
  "No," I heard myself say, "Not with you. I don't want to do anything 
with you that I'll regret. I love you too much for that."
  Part of me couldn't believe what my mouth was saying. 
  Jan seemed to understand. She had already told me of her guilt 
feelings about her former relationship, and I think she was appreciative 
of my sensitivity.
  "If I take the couch tonight, neither of us will be sorry," I added 
sadly.
  "I know you're right, Jim," Jan admitted. "But it's not what I really 
want."
  "Nor I. But we both want to get started on the right foot."
  "Yeah," she said. "I'll get you some stuff for the sofa."
  I reluctantly stood up and went through the door into the living room. 
It was one of the most difficult things I had done in all my life.
  Jan came in a few minutes later. She had tossed her blouse on but wore 
no bra underneath. I started having second thoughts immediately, but 
tried my best do drive thoughts of sex out of my mind for the moment.
  It was quite late, so we kissed each other good night and went to bed-
-separately. Somehow I got to sleep later. Much later.
  
  The next day we went out shopping and sightseeing. It was a fun, 
exhausting day. We had a light lunch and then headed back to Jan's 
apartment around 1:30 when it started to get hot outside.
  As we sat on the sofa getting comfortable, our conversation turned to 
the future.
  "What do you plan on doing in the fall?" Jan asked.
  "Get married," I said flatly. "How about you?"
  Jan turned to me, surprised.
  "Married?"
  "If it works out for you." I responded.
  "Oh, YES!!" Jan said, planting a big kiss on me. "I knew when we met 
you were the one for me, Jim."
  "I don't have a ring yet...we could look..." I began.
  "That doesn't matter right now," Jan said. "I was given one before--
but not from a guy I'd ever marry. Let's go over and tell my folks!"
  It was like I had ignited a roman candle. The marriage wheels were in 
motion. Too late to slow things down, we went to her folks and broke the 
news. My future step-parents seemed pleased. I didn't know for sure if 
it was because their daughter was finally going to get married, or that 
she was going to get married to me in particular.
  We stayed at their place until late in the evening, then left. Jan had 
sat very close to me all the time we were at her folks' house. I don't 
think her hand had been away from my body for 20 seconds at a time.
  As I drove to her apartment in the car, I felt the same sense of 
closeness as she sat next to me in the bench seat. I put my arm around 
her as I drove. Good thing the traffic was light. My hand found her 
breast and I began to fondle it gently through her top. I wished she 
hadn't worn a bra. I had an instant erection just imagining what it 
would be like to have her naked tit at the mercy of my fingers.
    "You're playing with fire," Jan warned me. "And I know where the 
real fire is," she added as she laid her hand on my crotch.
  Volts of erotic energy spread through my body as I felt the pressure 
of her hand against my dick. A long-held fantasy brushed across my mind 
for a second. I imagined her unzipping my fly, pulling out my swollen 
organ, and giving me a blow job right there on the road. 
  I edged into the next lane and a car honked its horn. That quickly 
brought me back to reality.
  "Careful," I added. "I need to stay on the road."
  "I don't want to cause an accident," Jan replied, removing her hand. 
"I don't want anything to happen to you. It's good to know we belong to 
each other."
  I nodded. It was a good feeling. No. It was a great feeling.
  We drove most of the rest of the way to her apartment in silence, 
sharing a warmth and wordless communication that marked a new beginning 
for the two of us. Though we weren't married, we were publicly committed 
to each other. And somehow that changed many things.
  It was very late when we arrived at the apartment. For some reason the 
noble part of me was strong that night. We shared a protracted, but 
painful goodnight kiss and went to our separate beds. Somehow, I slept.
  Around 7:00 the next morning Jan came out of the bedroom. She was 
wearing a yellow two-piece baby doll pajama set. Though her hair was a 
bit out of place, she looked wonderful to me.
  "Morning!" I said cheerfully.
  "Morning," she replied, less enthusiastically.
  "Not so cheerful this morning," I observed.
  "I didn't sleep well," Jan replied.
  "Why not?"
  "I was lonely--all night long."
  "I know how you felt," I added sympathetically.
  "Come in and lay down beside me," she said. "Maybe we both can catch 
up."
  Mentally, I reversed her invitation to say, "Lay down beside me and 
cum in."
  I joined her in her bed. Laying next to her warm body was a wonderful 
change from a lonely, lumpy couch.
  Her back was to me and my arm was around her waist. Her body felt 
wonderfully warm and soft. I slowly slid my hand up under her breasts. 
She wiggled her butt against me in response. I felt my cock begin to 
swell as I reacted to her motions. It felt so good to rest naturally 
against her soft curves. It made the idea of sleeping alone totally 
repulsive.
  I slid my hand under her top and cupped her right breast.
  "Mmmmm, that feels good, Jim," Jan mumbled.
  "I'll bet this does too," I added as I slid my fingers upward and 
began to fondle her nipple. It was rock hard in seconds. My cock felt so 
hard I'd swear a weight lifter could do chin ups with it.
  "I was dreaming about that all night long," Jan said. Then, after a 
pause, she asked "What were you dreaming about?"
  She rolled over so that she was facing me. 
  I reached my hand under her top and resumed touching her nipple. 
  "I was dreaming about touching you here," I said. "And kissing you 
like this..."
  Our lips met, hungry and hot. Our tongues entwined, doing an erotic 
dance of their own. She began to suck on my tongue. It felt like she was 
offering to suck my cock--anything to get me to shed my inhibitions and 
eventually fuck her. 
  The good guy in me was losing.
  "...and sliding my hands down your abdomen like this..."
  I moved my hand downward to her naval, then back up to her breast. I 
repeated the process several times, moving my hand lower each time. At 
last, my hand slid down across her bottoms and rested firmly on her 
crotch. Jan raised her left leg up to give me more access, and I started 
stroking her inviting crotch through the thin nylon.
  If her kisses were any indication, this was the right thing to do. So 
I kept it up, being careful to be gentle and not rushing our petting.
  After a few moments Jan said, "I'm just soaked, Jim."
  Soon afterwards I discovered what she meant. Her nylon briefs were 
very wet between her legs. I was delighted that I had been able to 
arouse her so much the first time I tried doing so.
  Without any more encouragement on my part, Jan slid her pajama bottoms 
off.
  I continued to stroke her pussy through the blue nylon briefs she 
wore, trying to figure out her anatomy as my fingers mapped the area. I 
had seen pictures, of course, but never touched a woman there until now.
  I could sense the good guy shouting something unintellibible to my 
pleasure-numbed brain.
  I wanted to make love to Jan--but not at the expense of violating her 
trust in me. I'd have to wait and see what developed. I told myself to 
be satisfied with the feeling of her hot, wet crotch. Yet I knew her 
fluids were an invitation from her body to mine to slide my throbbing 
dick into her love hole. I tried to restrain myself.
  After a few moments, I slid my hand underneath the elastic of her 
briefs and felt the soft terrain of a woman's pussy for the first time. 
Jan groaned and responded by sliding her hand down and stroking the 
crotch of my pajamas.
  I'd always dreamed of a gal doing that, but the reality with Jan was 
even better than the fantasy. I desperately wanted to feel her hands all 
over my engorged organ. I slid my hand further down and felt what seemed 
to be a very wet opening. Then I slid my moistened fingers back up 
across what I suspected was Jan's clitoris. It must have been, because 
she shuddered in response.

  "I'll get out of these if you'll take off your bottoms," Jan offered.
  It was a proposal I couldn't turn down. Nor could I refuse the 
opportunity to gaze at Jan's naked body that had responded so well to my 
touch. Jan took off her briefs and her top. My eyes greedily devoured 
the sight of her furry mound and the love tunnel nestled below. 
  I was still wearing my low cut briefs, assuming that as long as I had 
them on I wouldn't go too far. They did little, however, to conceal the 
mammoth hard on that was threatening to rip its way through the fabric 
so it could bury itself in her hot cunt. The visual impact of seeing her 
naked had blown a few erotic fuses in my brain. I was sure of it. The 
short-circuits that resulted confounded the thinking of the straight-
laced man inside me. 
  I tried to remember information I'd gathered on foreplay and female 
anatomy. I didn't get it all right, but was close enough. Jan soon began 
to tremble at my touch. As i stroked her, a red flush crept across her 
breasts. Her breath came in gasps. Small spasms wracked her body, like 
tiny volts of electricity. I'm not sure even she knew what was happening 
at the time--or if she suspected and didn't want to tell me. I didn't 
realize it then, but she was experiencing the first orgasm of her life. 
At first I was frightened, wondering if she was having some kind of 
heart disorder. For whatever reason, I stopped, not wanting to hurt or 
injure her.
  "You OK?" I asked.
  "Yeah, I guess so," Jan answered. "Give me a couple of minutes to 
rest, will you Jim?"
  "Sure," I agreed.
  We continued to kiss and talk and fondle each other gently for a while 
until Jan's state became more normal. Jan looked down at my briefs.
  "Looks like something wants out," she said. "Were you planning on 
keeping those on?" she asked.
  "No...I guess not," I said.
  To be honest, I was still a bit shy about taking them off. And I 
didn't know if she would like what she saw. I turned off the microphone 
in my head that the moral voice was using and peeled off my briefs.
  I hungered to press my cock against her as I had thought of doing 
earlier, to feel her writhe with pleasure as she pressed her clit 
against its steel-hard surface. 
  Jan inched closer to me, and we hugged each other. My heart rate must 
have doubled as I felt her smooth skin press against mine from head to 
foot. 
  "I love you, Jan," I said softly.
  "I love you, Jim," she replied.
  Our lips met again. First softly and then with more hunger. I fondled 
her tits as we kissed. Moments later I felt a new sensation--a woman's 
fingers curled around my stiff cock.
  "Ahhh!!!!" I moaned loudly.
  "I can tell you like that," Jan said with a smile. "I've longed to get 
your stiff cock in my hands. You seem to get hard every time we're alone 
together. Like in the car ..."
  "I wanted you to unzip me..."
  "My crotch was wet, too." Jan said quickly. "I wanted to feel your 
hands between my legs."
  "Like this..." I replied, as my wandering hands found their way back 
to her most sensitive spot.
  "Mmmmm..." Jan groaned loudly, pressing her crotch against my fingers. 
  We stroked and teased each other's genitals until our blood pressure 
was about to go through the roof. Holding back the hood with two 
fingers, I attacked the tiny hard knob of her exposed clit.
  "Ahhhh...yessss!!" Jan moaned with delight. Her hands stroked my cock 
faster, blowing more fuses as the erotic voltage mounted. 
  I moved my head downward and began to stimulate Jan's breast with my 
lips and tongue. Then I continued south, kissing down to Jan's naval. 
Without waiting for any reaction from Jan, I moved lower and was soon 
well into Jan's pubic forest. For the first time I could actually see 
the pleasure center that I as her lover would make sing with the music 
of love. 
  I glanced up at Jan. I could tell she wasn't comfortable with me 
licking toward her pussy, but her intense arousal was overcoming any 
inhibitions she might have had. She was past caring and focused on her 
feelings at the moment.
  I soon found her love button and began to concentrate my attention on 
the nerve endings there. I discovered that eating pussy was different 
from anything else. It wasn't better or worse. Just different. It was 
the reaction from Jan that made it worthwhile. She began to breathe 
hard. Her face and breasts flushed. Her nostrils flared as she breathed. 
  Jan arched her back and pushed her hips against my face. I quickened 
the pace of my tongue against her clit as I fingered her tits. Jan 
pushed her clit even harder against my mouth to increase the 
stimulation.
  She began to moan loudly. I caught her clit between my lips and sucked 
hard. Jan's whole body began to shake violently. I didn't stop.
  "Uhhhh!!!...AhhhHHHHHH," she groaned as waves of pleasure crashed 
through her nervous system like an enormous erotic tidal wave. I kept my 
mouth on her clit like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco. She shook a 
second time and pushed my head away from her groin, indicating that the 
stimulation was all she could take.
  I wiped my face on my pajama bottoms and quickly crawled up to hold 
her as she shook slightly from the aftermath of another tremor.
  "Oh...that...was...something else!" Jan said slowly as she caught her 
breath.
  "I wanted it to be fantastic. I'll always want it to be great for 
you," I said. "I'll want to be the best lover a husband can be, Jan."
  "I'm sure you will be," Jan said as she gave me a big hug. "I've 
never...felt anything like this. I've never been...this wonderfully 
exhausted...in my life."
  We lay there for several minutes as Jan caught her breath. 
  "Give me a few minutes," Jan added moments later. "And then I'm going 
to send you into orbit. I'm going to make you cum like you wouldn't 
believe."
  I almost did right then, just from her promise. Instead, I excused 
myself, feeling a bit self-conscious about my facial aroma. I went to 
the bathroom, washed my face, and quickly returned. I wanted to be 
kissable, for sure.
  Jan snuggled up against me and she slept for about half an hour. I was 
eager for an orgasm of my own, but wanted to show patience and 
thoughtfulness. 
  Jan seemed to appreciate my unselfishness when she woke up. I kissed 
her softly, and she returned my kiss as her hand crept down my stomach.
  "I'm not selfish," she said, grasping my quickly swelling organ. "I 
want to make our times together good for you, too, Jim."
  "You don't have to be so gentle," I coached her as she stroked me. "I 
enjoy pressure."
  Jan squeezed harder, and it felt great.
  "No part of me was off limit to your mouth," Jan noted. "I suppose 
that means you're not off limits to me."
  She moved her head further down and looked at cock, which was hard and 
red and bulging.
  "I've never done this before," she said.
  I was dying to feel her lips on my cock. It would be yet another dream 
come true.
  Jan slowly lowered her head and took the tip into her mouth. I felt 
her lips tightened around me and slide up and down a couple of times. As 
she sucked the tip my whole erotic fuse box went up in smoke. Surges of 
pure pleasure flowed from my cock throughout my entire body. 
  "Ohhhh! That's it!...Suck it!" I moaned, far beyond control.
  Jan tried to take me deep, though I went in only a few inches. I 
barely resisted the temptation to push up into her mouth. Her tongue, 
lips and teeth triggered explosive sensations that pummeled every neuron 
in my brain.
  "Don't come inside my mouth, OK?" she said, pausing for a moment.
  I nodded, having lost the power of speech. I could only feel her mouth 
on my cock and the sensations that radiated throughout my body from her 
oral stimulation. 
  Jan continued to suck me lightly and I soon felt an orgasm 
approaching. When I was just on the edge I withdrew myself from her and 
squeezed the end of my penis hard, trying to stop the process. I didn't 
succeed, and sperm oozed out and slid over my fingers. It was a mild 
orgasm at best. I wiped my hand on my pajamas and pulled Jan over to me. 
I was not quite as horny as before, though I wanted Jan to suck me more 
or stroke my cock with her clit.
  It was not to be.
  Jan and I held each other for a short while, and then she got up to 
face the day. I did as well. It was odd that when our passions were not 
excited, we were still a bit modest around each other. We showered 
separately and dressed alone.
  The remainder of the day found us out shopping for rings. Jan knew my 
funds were limited, and seemed to be delighted with a miniature stone in 
a setting from a discount house. We were both old enough that the 
unrealistic wedding expectations of teenage years were no temptation to 
us. We also visited some aunts and uncles and broke the news to other 
family members who lived close. They were all supportive and 
encouraging.

  That night we found ourselves back at the apartment thinking about 
bedtime. 
  "No couch for you tonight, Jim," Jan insisted. "I haven't got your 
pajamas washed and I won't have you out here in this cold room."
  "What do you suggest?" I asked with a smile.
  "You go crawl in bed," she said. "You won't need any clothes. I'll be 
there in a minute."
  I did as instructed.
  Moments later, Jan entered. She was wearing a small black two-piece 
outfit. The top showed more of her breasts than it covered and was held 
together in the middle with a tiny bow. I could see the outline of her 
erect nipples. Her bottoms consisted of a ruffled pair of briefs that 
came high on her hips. It was obvious that there was nothing underneath. 
I caught a glimpse of stray pubic hairs peeking out from underneath.
  Jan lit two candles, turned out the overhead light, and joined me in 
bed. I was fully aroused long before I felt her legs slide in next to 
mine and smelled the fresh perfume on her neck.
  Our lips met, and soon our hands began to explore one another. I 
pushed her top up and fondled her tits. My hungry mouth replaced my hand 
as I sucked and licked her nipples till they were wet with my saliva and 
hard with anticipation.
  I stroked her hot box through her flimsy panties with my hand. I 
curled my fingers around the narrow strip of material that disappeared 
between her legs. I slid my hand up and down along the slit, my knuckles 
stroking her between her lips. 
  "OOhhhhh!" she moaned. "Where did you learn that?"
  I had just thought it up on the spot. Instead of answering, I 
continued to stroke her pussy, feeling the slippery wetness grow by the 
second.
  "Time for you to get naked," I said as I pulled on her briefs. She 
arched her back and I slid them off her butt and down her legs. Jan 
shucked her top and laid back.
  I moved over and knelt between her legs, my cock standing at proud 
attention. Jan reached out and stroked my swollen dick. Her touch was 
not soft this time, but aggressive, urgent, almost desperate.
  "I need you," Jan said, pulling my cock toward her. I leaned forward, 
my erection pressing against her pubic mound. I rocked back and forth 
feeling her clit against the underside of my shaft. We were both 
breathing hard.
  "That's not all I want. I want you inside me, Jim," she urged.
  I hesitated. This was in a time before AIDS, but pregnancy scared me. 
And I was still thinking of saving myself for marriage--an ideal that I 
had voluntarily embraced most of my adult life.
  "I've been on the pill a month," Jan said, suspecting one of the 
reasons for my reluctance. "If you don't believe me, look on the night 
stand."
  I turned my head and saw a plastic dispenser with some pills in it and 
numbers that I presumed were days of the month marked by the tablets.
  "When we fell in love I knew we'd become lovers for real," Jan 
continued. "Anyway, this way my body will be adjusted for our honeymoon 
in two months."
  "Adjusted?" I asked.
  "Birth control pills do have some side effects. Most women need to let 
their bodies adjust to the hormones. I've been doing quite well. But, of 
course, I haven't been able to test and see if the pills work."
  Jan pressed her pelvis up against mine.
  "So if you want to put this where it belongs, I won't object," she 
added.
  I still wasn't sure. I didn't want to ruin the excitement of our 
honeymoon. But then again I was as horny as a man can get and still be 
sane. And we were engaged. 
  I continued to slide my erection against her soaked mound. I could 
feel the friction of her pussy on either side. Jan arched her back and 
pressed up against me, maximizing the stimulation for both of us. It was 
as close to intercourse as I could get without doing the real thing. 
  "Please slide inside me," Jan begged. "I need you!"
  I had planned to be satisfied with 'outer-course,' but as most of you 
know, setting limits while being naked and fondling each other's crotch 
is almost impossible. You always want to take it one step farther.
  I slid back and forth, hoping the friction would satisfy us both. Jan 
had other plans. Till now, she had moved her hips up and then back in 
response to me. I had slid my cock down and was starting to move upward 
when Jan pressed her pussy against my abdomen and quickly pulled me up 
toward her. My cock had nowhere to go but inside. Jan was so lubricated 
that I penetrated her to half my length before I knew what happened.
  "Inside is better," Jan said with a smile. I felt her hand on my 
buttocks, preventing me from backing out. "You feel so good inside! Now 
make love to me."
  I realized at that moment that technically I wasn't a virgin any more. 
I also had to admit that I would not have gotten to this point if I 
really wanted to wait till the wedding. I also realized that this was 
not an opportunity to run away from. "You're fucking," a voice from 
within told me. "Go for it."
  "Make love to me, Jim," Jan persisted.
  "Gladly!" I replied.
  I pushed my massive erection into her, sliding in and out, deeper with 
each stroke. The sensations were new and beyond description. I'd never 
felt pressure from all directions over the whole length of my penis 
before. The stimulation from her vaginal muscles was light years beyond 
any masturbation I had experienced.
  "Uhhhhh!!! That feels sooooo good," Jan said as I pumped her. "How's 
it for you? Tight enough?"
  "It's incredible!" I said as I slid in and out. "You've got...the 
greatest pussy in the world!"
  "All for you, Jim...Ahhh...yes...I love having you inside," Jan 
continued. "I've wanted to...feel this for a long time...Mmmmm..."
  "Me...too," was all I could say. I was sweating hard as I drove deep 
inside her pussy. My nerve endings were on fire as I felt an orgasm 
approach. I stroked faster and deeper. Every sensation I had was 
concentrated in my cock and the friction of her tight love tunnel. It 
felt like drilling for pure pleasure.
  "Fill...my...pussy!! I want...you...to cum," Jan said. 
  "No...problem," I reassured her nearly breathless by now. "You?"
  "I will," Jan said as her hips thrust against mine. "You first."
  I pulled out all the stops and thrust several more times, then held my 
pulsating cock deep inside Jan's throbbing pussy. I felt like I was in 
up to her neck. Then my insides exploded. My whole body shook. I could 
feel streams of sperm erupt from my cock and rocket deep inside her. 
Each round of sperm triggered a lava flow of erotic sensation I could 
feel throughout my whole body. I'd never had an orgasm that felt quite 
like that before. 
  As my pulse slowly returned to normal, I slipped my hand down and 
began to fondle Jan's clitoris as I kissed her.
  "I love you," I whispered as I fingered her love button.
  "I know you do," she replied.
  Our talk ceased as her passions began to grow again. I tried to will 
my penis to stay firm inside her as I continued to fondle her most 
sensitive spot. Jan's passions mounted as my fingers sent erotic shock 
waves through her clit. She rocked her hips against me as a blush crept 
across her boobs. Her tits stood up proudly as the cauldron of passion 
boiled within her. 
  "Oh, God..." she said. "your cock..."
  It was coming back to life. I began to thrust her again as I stroked 
her clit--showing no mercy.
  "Mmmmm...ahhhhh!" Jan groaned as I covered her mouth with my lips. I 
sucked her tongue as my fingers stroked her love button and my cock 
fucked her love tunnel. This triple stimulation began to drive her wild.
  "Uhhhh!!!...Don't stop!" Jan said hoarsely.
  "I won't," I reassured her. I didn't. 
  Her breathing became more erratic as she approached orgasm. I pressed 
my pelvis against her and rubbed her clitoris without mercy. 
  "Yesssss...yessssss...ahhhhhhh!!!" Jan came jerking and gasping as 
wonderful explosion of sensations catapulted through her nervous system. 
Her whole body shook as her hunger gave way to wave after wave of erotic 
spasms. She convulsed underneath me, feeling the full effect of multiple 
orgasms and aftershocks.
  "Mmmmmmm..." she said at last, the final tidal wave of erotic energy 
sinking into a foam of warmth and satisfaction. She wrapped her legs 
around me and held me close. I was glad I had been able to push her over 
the edge like that.
  She held me there for a short eternity. Not wanting to crush her, I 
eventually backed out and repositioned myself next to her, holding her 
in a warm embrace.
  Ten minutes later I got up to blow out the candles, then returned to 
bed. We slept naked against each other all night, delighted about the 
future together and all the good times we would share.
  
  Because of hectic work schedules and little vacation, Jan and I were 
able to visit each other only four more times before our wedding. The 
last two visits were so busy and filled with wedding plans that we 
didn't have much time alone together. 
  We made love once more before our wedding. It was enjoyable, but like 
the incident recorded here it carried with it some awkwardness and sense 
of guilt.

  We've come to enjoy married love much more. It's guilt-free and 
anchored in our mutual commitment. Not only have we learned about good 
sex through practice, but we have grown comfortable with each other. 
There are times when we're not good lovers, but that's part of every 
marriage.
  Like most people, we would do some things differently if we could turn 
back the clock. But like most, we won't forget the first time.
