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 Keywords: MF, cons, rom

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   I lost my virginity at eighteen, my first year of college, to a man that
I loved and would come to love more than I could ever imagine at the time.
He had a boyish face, with big, dark eyes that drew me in even before we
started dating.  I had never had much confidence in my body, and with my
smallish breasts and slim body, I imagined myself as 'straight up and
down'. But he loved me, he loved my pale skin, my small frame, my bright
eyes behind my glasses.  He loved my ass, too, and after a few months when
we were more comfortable with each other, he would play with it, squeezing
it whenever he had the chance.  We were dating within weeks, and I was
completely enamored.  We had our problems, like other couples, and both of
us were shy and insecure, especially when it came to sex.  But I knew that
I loved him, and I knew that I trusted him, and even though it hurt the
first time and we were both nervous, I felt like I was opening up to
something I had kept hidden away for years.

   Three months later, I had my first orgasm.  We had come back to the
dorms early during winter break, and none of my roommates had returned yet.
I was crazy about him, taking every chance to run my hands up and down his
body, wondering if I was turning him on and hoping that I was.  All that
pent up energy from not seeing him for almost a month was releasing itself.
At this point, I didn't really know how to masturbate, so I was horny as
hell.

   I convinced him to watch a movie with me, though it was one I had
already seen, and I couldn't keep my mind focused.  I encircled my fingers
in his, rubbing my thumb along his hand and feeling his warmth.  His arm
rested on my shoulder, and I snuggled into him, imagining and wondering if
he was feeling the same way I was, and thinking of ways I could get him
into "the mood." I wanted to kiss him, to ignore the movie and tackle him,
pushing him into the couch and ripping his clothes off.  As the movie
progressed, I got hotter and hotter, squeezing my legs together and
impatiently waiting.

   The movie ended, and I started tickling him, wrestling him to the carpet
and laughing.  He laughed too, and attacked me, lifting up my shirt to
tickle my belly.  I got him back by sitting on his ass to hold him down and
ticking his feet.  When we had calmed down, we both lay on the floor,
smiling and catching our breath.  I looked over at him.  I didn't know what
to do.  I was still nervous about starting anything, but I wanted him so
badly.  I decided to go for it.  I rolled over and kissed him, and he
kissed me back.  I opened my eyes and looked into his.  He looked back, and
I leaned down again, forcing my mouth into his, harder this time, to make
sure he was getting the message.  I moved closer until my breasts were
pressing into his chest, feeling my blood pumping with excitement,
reddening my already wet and throbbing vagina.  I straddled him, pressing
my crotch into his and becoming more excited as I felt his erection between
my legs.  I lifted my mouth from his, taking a second to pull his shirt off
and run my hands up and down his chest.  I sat up, moving back and forth
over his hard penis.  I was getting wetter, and he could feel it.  He
pulled up my shirt, and I raised my arms so he could take it off.  He
fumbled with my bra, finally getting it off and leaning up, straining to
put his mouth on my nipple, licking around it with the tip of his tongue. I
pushed him back down and pulled off his pants, then hurriedly yanked mine
off as well.  I ran a hand over his erection, pushing into it, back and
forth, watching his big, dark eyes close in pleasure, his long eyelashes
fluttering.  Soon his boxers were gone, and my panties as well.  We were
laying in the middle of my living room floor, and it was cold, in the
middle of winter, but I didn't care.  I was wet and I wanted to fuck him. I
layed on top of him, letting my hard nipples rub up and down his chest as I
moved my vagina over his swollen penis, spreading natural lubricant as I
did.  I forced my tongue into his mouth again, biting and pulling at his
lips.  My breathing got more shallow as my clit rubbed up against his
shaft, and I ground into him harder.  Finally, I slid down, my knees on the
carpeted floor, licking the head of his penis and watching it throb and
twitch with a small smile.  I slid my tongue from the base of his penis up
to the head, and then took the whole thing in my mouth, licking around in a
circle and tickling the head with the tip of my tongue.  I felt him tense,
and heard him emit a soft moan.  His hand grabbed mine, and squeezed, and I
lifted my head up to look at him.

   His face was flushed, and his eyes were half-closed in pleasure.  His
mouth was open, and looking at it made me want to kiss him again and again.
I pressed my mouth against his once more before I lifted my body up, softly
lifting his penis to meet the lips of my vagina, and rubbing it against
them before slipping it inside of me.  I gasped, as I always do when he
enters me, and pushed myself further, finding his hands and clenching them
as he slid deeper and deeper into me.  Finally, I had pressed down as far
as I could go.  His penis was touching my cervix, and it was driving me
crazy.

   "God, you feel so good, Gage." I whispered, and blushed.  I don't
usually talk during sex, but tonight, I couldn't control myself.

   He gripped my hips and whispered back, "Fuck me hard.  I want you so
fucking bad.  God, you're so fucking beautiful, Rose."

   I smiled, and opened my eyes to look at him.  He was breathing harder
now, and I wanted him to come.  I wanted to feel him come so badly.

   I pushed into him harder and harder, grinding into him.  I leaned over
him, putting my arms down for support, my knees rubbing against the carpet.
I gritted my teeth, moaning louder and louder.

   "Ahh..." I groaned, and listened closely to his heavy breathing and
small moans.  I went faster and faster, and got even wetter, now thrusting
as hard as I could against his body.  I could feel him inside me, getting
hotter, until I thought I was going to lose myself in the heat of his body
and his penis inside of me.  I felt as though we were joined as one,
connected at the most intimate level.  I slid up and down on top of him, as
hard as I could.  My breathing was getting louder and louder, but I didn't
fucking care if everyone else in the whole damn building could hear me.  My
moans got louder and louder as I thrusted, until something changed inside
of me, something I hadn't felt before.  I couldn't contain myself.  It felt
so fucking good, and I could feel my whole body shaking with the force of
what was happening.

   "Ah...  Ah!" I moaned loudly.  I found his hands and gripped them,
squeezing as tightly as I could.  The warmth in my vagina was getting
hotter and hotter, spreading throughout my body.  My breathing was fast and
loud, my voice getting higher and louder as I pressed into him so that he
went deeper, as deep as he could go, until he was hitting my cervix.  It
hurt, but I loved it.  I fucking loved it, and I loved fucking him.  This
warm, beautiful, loving man.  I thought I was going to scream, it felt so
good, but I gasped and lost my voice instead.  I could feel my vagina
contracting and shuddering, and Gage pressing back into me with all the
force he could muster, arching his back slightly, his eyes squeezed shut.
My whole body tensed, and I shuddered, again and again, until I collapsed
on top of him.  I was gasping for air, and I could feel his heart beating
fast and hard beneath me.  His penis twitched inside of me, and I knew he
was coming.  I didn't move, letting him stay inside me so I could feel this
unity for as long as it lasted.  His arms wrapped around my back, and he
lay still, breathing in and out.

   "God, I love you." I murmured, and he kissed my neck.
   "I love you too, Rose." He said back, and hugged me tighter.