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 Author: Jake and Liz
Title: So Many Firsts In One Night?
Summary: This a true story of a teen girl giving her virginity to a 50
yr old man.
Keywords: teen, Mf, 1st

   This is a true story.  The names have been changed but the story is
honestly told to the best of their shared memories of the events.  First it
is told from the older man's perspective and then from the girl's
perspective.  The couple met in the late 1990's on an early webcam chat
program called Mplayer.

   They would love to hear your feedback and if you have had similar
experience.  Email to: TheSpringg at yahoo.com.  Thanks and enjoy!

   *** His Story

   I drove straight through, pushing the speed limits, determined to arrive
before her.  I knew she would be coming from work and a long drive, but I
was just going to be arriving from an even longer day's drive.  I pulled
into the motel parking lot.  Before getting out of the car, I composed
myself.  This part is easy.  I only have to check onto a motel.  How many
times have I done that before?  A zillion?  This was not the "First" that
was drawing us together.  It was her First that had me nervous.  We had
been chatting for so long, since the end of her junior year in high school.
We had met once before, just after her graduation and spent the night
together, but it wasn't the right time for her First, so we waited.  Would
this be the right time?  Would she be too tired?

   The check in was easy, and the room was nothing special.  Just a classic
motel where guest's cars can pull up right outside their rooms' door, but I
was determined that we would make it special in our memories.  I didn't
wait long in the room before my phone rang with her caller id.  I knew she
was on her way, but could this be the call making excuses for chickening
out?  I couldn't really blame her if she did.  She was offering me her
virginity.  Our age difference was huge and we both knew realistically that
this was not a long term, exclusive romantic commitment.  So I was sanguine
when I answered.

   "Liza?  Are you okay?"

   "You wont believe this, but I'm lost!" she said in a nervous voice,
bordering on despair.  I was immediately relieved when I heard she was in
Morehead, but had missed the motel.

   "How on earth did you do that?" I asked still laughing, but controlled
myself and began to talk her through the necessary directions to get to me.
I walked out to the motel parking lot and it seemed like no time at all
before her car turned in.  I flagged her over to a parking spot next to my
car and across from our room.  She stood for a moment barely having gotten
out of her vehicle, looking nervous, and uncertain.  I tried to put on my
most welcoming smile as she walked into my arms.  Hugging her close, I
reveled in running my hands up and down her back and nuzzling my nose in
her hair.  It dawned on me that if we stood there like that too long,
someone was bound to appear and at least think, "Get a room you two!" Well,
we had a room, so I reluctantly released her, picked up her bag and guided
her inside.

   Once the door was closed and her bag disposed of her, I just looked at
her.  God, I thought, I just want to strip her naked and take her to bed.
It took a moment to shake the mental process of undressing her, but I
reminded myself, that this a once in a life experience for her and I had
promised myself to make it as good as I possibly could for her.  I recalled
that I had been tired and hungry rom the drive, at least until the cocktail
of male hormones and adrenaline had kicked in with her arrival.

   "Put your cock on hold, Jake." I thought to myself.  "She's more
important than that."

   "Are you hungry?" I asked

   I drove as we headed to find food.  Burgers I think, from some romantic
place like Sonic.  Frankly it was all a blur - the talk, the eating, the
shopping for a special bottle of wine.  I really only recall eating in the
car and stepping out for a bottle of wine before heading back to the room
for the night.  I flashed back to our prior meeting in Springfield,
Illinois.  She could have said that she had slept with a man before, but
that literally would have been it, very little except a few tender moments
between us.  Even if she left with her virginity, this had to be different
than that time.

   I turned off the room's main light, leaving only the light by the bed
and went to my laptop to quickly searched for a song that she had sent me.
One that she and I both liked.

   "I have something special for you." I said with my back still to her.

   "Oh?" she said, and I could hear the confusion and expectation in her
voice.

   "You said you never got to go to your senior prom.  So..."

   The music started and I turned to her.  I could see the first grin of
the evening on her face.

   "Dance?" I asked, offering a hand.

   We swayed to the music as I held her close.  I could feel her breasts
press against me, and hoped that she couldn't feel the swelling in my jeans
quite yet.  When the song ended and we separated, she backed a step away.
Have you heard about how redheads blush?  Well, even in the low light I
could see her turn crimson.  Had she felt my arousal?

   "I'm going to get changed for bed." she said with a certain
determination in her voice as she rifled through her bag for some night
clothes and headed to the bathroom.

   I almost cautioned her that she wouldn't be needing night clothes, but
knew instinctively that she needed the comfort and privacy of changing
alone at that moment.  Alone in the room, I stripped to my t-shirt and
underwear, hoping she wouldn't have a panic attack in the bathroom and
emerge fully dressed and ready to drive home in the dark.

   I was relieved when she opened the bathroom door and was in a t-shirt
and panties.  She looked so nervous and just a little awkward, but she
couldn't have been sexier if she had been in a low cut lace bra with
matching panties and thigh high stockings.

   Without speaking we closed the distance between us and I pulled her
close and still closer as our lips met.  One think that I had always loved
about this girl was that she was exactly who she was.  There was no hiding
behind flashy clothes, no makeup, lipstick or that constant slick of lip
gloss that girls her age seemed to favor.  No, with Liza, she was who she
was.  She was terribly nervous, so her lips were dry when we first kissed.
I had this nubile, young thing in my arms and she had entrusted herself to
me.  Part of me wanted to sweep the laptop off the small desk, bend her
over it and take her quickly.  We had spent so long creeping up to the
moment where we had just arrived.  So many hours of talk, of writing, of
falling in love, and my first desire was to rape her?  No, I had to
suppress that seeming overwhelming urge.  I found my hands bunching up the
fabric at the hem of her t-shirt and forced myself to relax.  My hands
slipped furtively up under the t-shirt to gently caress the small of her
back.  When she didn't recoil, I kissed her more deeply, and her lips
parted to allow the tip of my tongue a tentative exploration.  Consciously
this time I pressed my erection in to her.  It seemed imperative that she
know my need.  I felt her hands on my arms and then around my back, holding
me close.  Her lips were no longer dry, and she was kissing me back.  One
of my hands moved around to her soft belly and slowly up to her breasts,
and I could feel that the other arm was holding her up.  The nipples atop
her smooth, soft breasts had not hardened.

   I stepped back a half step and lifted the hem of her t-shirt.  Almost
instinctively she lifted her arms to allow me to lift it off her.  Once I
had dropped it on the floor, my t-shirt quickly joined it.  Gazing at her,
I remember thinking that these breasts were untouched before my hands. 
Pert with none of the droop that comes with maturity.  The breasts of a
grown woman show their experience in a lovely way, but these were the
breasts of an inexperienced girl, ripe and ready, but needing care and
loving.

   I hugged her close, feeling our skin touch, her bare breasts to my
chest, my rigid cock only separated by the thin cloth of my underwear as it
pressed against her belly.  Her legs seemed ready to buckle and collapse at
my feet.  I kissed her again and whispered in her ear.

   "You might be more comfortable on the bed."

   She crawled up on the bed and settled her head on the pillow.  Some of
her previous nerves seemed to return.  She crossed her arms across her
chest and raised the leg nearest me.  Then seeming to rethink her pose, she
lowered the leg and forced her arms to relax on her chest below her
breasts. As I gazed at her lying there so vulnerable, my resolve and my
cock hardened and my heart melted.

   I climbed on the bed and slowly straddled her body, my knees by her hips
and my hand supporting me above her next to her shoulders.  I smiled down
at her and slowly lowered my head to kiss her, before sitting back on my
heels.  Still bearing my weight on one arm, I stroked her shoulder with the
other hand then running a hand through her hair.  She seemed to have
resolved her nerves, but was not relaxed - fear and determination were
obvious.  Her courage was all that forced a smile back at me.

   I began to leave a line of soft kisses down her chest until I reached
her left nipple.  The areola pink and puffy, the nipple still smooth.  When
I first kissed it lovingly, I felt her shudder.  When I gently sucked the
nipple up between my lips, her whole body seems to tingle as the nipple
hardened to a hard, pea-sized bud.  I licked it and sucked it more, before
kissing my way down the side of the left breast and up the side of the
right one.  This one I sucked more forcefully and was rewarded with hiss as
she let out her breath and a hardening of the tender flesh betrayed her
growing arousal.  When I could feel the rest of her body start to awaken, I
began an even slower line of kisses down her tummy, stopping only at the
mound of her sex to rub my nose there and inhale the scent of her arousal.
Then over her panties and kissing down to the supremely soft flesh between
her thighs.  As I kissed her thighs, teasing her with my proximity, I grew
so ready.  I felt that my burgeoning cock would tear itself free from my
underwear.  I wanted nothing more than to force her legs wider apart and
make her a woman in that moment, but instead I ran a finger over the wet
spot in her panties, feeling the slit, the object of my overwhelming
passion.  Slipping a finger under the wet fabric and pulling the crotch of
her panties aside, I was so pleased to see that she had shaved herself bare
for me.  In that moment I imagined her in the privacy of her bath,
determined to please me, shaving herself so painstakingly as to leave no
stubble and yet carefully as to leave no nick in the tender and sensitive
flesh.  I looked up at her smiling and yet her head was back, tensed in
anticipation.

   When my tongue first parted the outer lips of her labia, seeking the
erotic bud hidden between them, she shuddered again, but this time it was
an earthquake compared to the response I had received from kissing her
nipples.  I could not restrain a moan of pleasure as I tasted her salty
tang and licked deeper between the folds.  Her back arched and I used a
finger to spread her open for my tongue.  As I licked and prodded with my
tongue her body began to pulsate and her hips lifted to drive me deeper.  I
wanted to lick longer to bring her to one crashing orgasm after another,
but her juices were flowing copiously and I wanted nothing more and to
enter her at that moment.

   I drew myself away from her pussy and up to kiss her, intent on making
her a woman.  She struggled with my undies so I lifted my hips to help
relieve myself of their encumbrance.  My mind was moving to how I would let
her lower herself on me, but she seemed to have her own ideas.  She began
to imitate my trail of kisses until she had moved herself down and her head
was resting on my hip.  Her small hand lightly grasped my manhood,
tentatively rubbing down the length of my shaft.  Was she merely curious
about the cock that would be entering her?  It became clear that she
intended more.  I had not ever expected to see my cock enter past her sweet
lips, but this seemed to be the gift she was preparing to give.  Licking
the shaft and then the head, I could not restrain my shaft from twitching
at her touch.  I could not take my eyes off her flawless technique and she
slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and swirled her tongue
around it.  I know I moaned and arched my back at that act.  I began to
thrust up to her lips, pushing myself in and she accommodated without
hesitation.  The shy girl was eagerly sucking me.

   My arousal had begun with anticipation during on the drive to Morehead.
This blowjob was quickly driving me to the edge.

   I ran my fingers through her hair, slowly, gently pulling her attention
away from her task.  I didn't think exploding with cum in her mouth was
something she was ready for at that moment.  Besides, I had somewhere else
I needed to make that deposit.

   "Liza, we need to try something else because I won't last long this
way." I croaked, my voice barely in my control.

   I began to tug impulsively at her panties and she swiftly rid herself of
them.  She was ready, but when I gazed down at her nubile body, she tensed.
I ran a hand down her tummy and at least her body remembered the
possibility of that special pleasure, because though she remained tense,
her legs parted as my hand reached her pussy.

   I lightly trailed my finger up and down the length of her slit.  She
spread her legs wider, and I slipped a finger tip inside.  She sighed and
the tension seemed to drain away.  Her hips lifted.

   "There it is.  Oh, you are so tight." I whispered, feeling the thin
membrane of her hymen.

   I kissed her and smiled as I probed just a little deeper.

   "How many fingers do you have in me?" she asked.

   "It's just my pinky, sweetheart." I replied.  I knew instinctively that
she was wondering how a swollen hard cock would fit inside her, and knowing
that it would not fit without some pain and bleeding.  I can't explain even
to myself why the act of hurting this girl for whom I cared so deeply would
arouse me so much.

   I continued to rub her wet pussy gently and we kissed deeply.

   I drew back, looking directly into her eyes.

   "Are you ready, baby?"

   She only nodded her assent.

   "Why don't you get on top.  That way you can control it and you can do
it when you are ready?"

   Without showing any fear or hesitation she climbed up to straddle my
hips, sitting back on her heels, with her hands resting on my chest.  Her
face framed by her red hair, and relaxed, determined look on her face, she
gave me a small smile.  My gaze wandered down her body.  The perfect small
breasts that I loved so much.  I recalled her early unwillingness to show
me her breasts in webcam chats, and now here she was bare and seeming to
have lost all her shyness.  Further down my cock stood erect, and though
only average in size, it extended up to her belly button.  I didn't want
her to look down and lose her confidence by considering the relative length
my shaft.  Didn't want her thinking that it seemed so huge next to her
small frame and would soon have its full length buried deep inside her. 
Even with my experience telling me that it would certainly fit, I couldn't
believe my own eyes.  Thankfully she seemed not to notice.

   She wiggled her hips, pushing my cock down against my tummy and slowly
begin to slide her soaking wet slit up and down the length of it.  I could
have cum right then and there, leaving her a virgin and never had the
slightest complaint.  The slick lips of her labia felt like a satin glove
as they embraced me.  I was lost in my own pleasure.  I heard her moan and
vocalize her own pleasure.  I returned attention to her, concentrated on
delaying my own orgasm.  My hands reached up to her breasts.  I wanted to
lightly pinch and pull her nipples, but didn't know how she would react, so
I settled on lightly rubbing them and cupping her full breasts.

   She leaned down and nuzzled my ear.

   "You feel so good, This feels so good." she whispered.

   I couldn't help but grin.  I was in heaven.

   "You don't feel so bad either."

   She stopped her sliding motions with the head of my cock positioned
below her clit.  I restrained myself from thrusting up, and felt her take a
sharp breath in.

   "Are you okay?"

   She paused a moment before responding.

   "Yes."

   I let her gather her courage.

   "Are you ready?"

   She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked my in the eyes.  I felt
like I could see her soul.

   "Yes." she replied with steely determination.

   I reached down and gently positioned the head of my cock at her opening
rubbing it around to get it wet.  The effect was electric on both of us. 
Looking down I could see the tip of my shaft buried an inch in between her
lips as she hovered over me, my full length exposed.

   "Take it slow." I said, letting her decide when she was ready.  I
couldn't imagine all that might be going on in her head.  It was a big
moment for both of us after all that time.

   Without warning me, she seemed to relax her thigh muscle which had been
holding her up.  Things seemed to happen in slow motion, though I knew it
wasn't more than a second.  I could see my shaft disappear inside her.  She
let out a sharp breath.  I distinctly felt that precious, thin membrane
tear and saw her eyes pop open.  I hoped was only a momentary pain.  I held
myself motionless, and held her hips down, willing her not to move.

   "Oh, Liza!" I rasped as she took my full length inside her, just as I
had imagined a moment earlier.  After a long moment, she raised herself up
a few inches.  I could see the base of my shaft emerge from her.  It was
slick with her juices and tinged pink with her virgin blood, but unlike
stories of bloody sheets, there was no stream of blood.

   "Look down." I felt like giggling, and seeing us joined like that she
let out a moan mingled with a laugh.

   "Looks like somebody isn't a virgin anymore!" I exclaimed.

   Looking up at her she smiled, but her eyes were half open and filled
with new found lust.  She began raising her hips up and lowering herself
down.  I could see little traces of pain in a slight grimace, but mostly I
saw her absorbed in the new feelings she was experiencing.  I began to
match movements with her and soon we were moving in sync, building to
climax.  I had to stop.  I held the small of her back, holding her down,
impaled on my cock.

   "Roll with me." I croaked.

   Keeping a hold on her hips we managed to roll together without me
slipping out.  I supported myself on my elbows and felt her legs spread
wider and her hips seem to open wider to accommodate my weight and the
pressure of my cock deeper inside her.  I began to pump my cock deeper, in
longer strokes with growing speed and urgency.  I was lost in my own
pleasure.  She was the vessel I would fill with my cum.  My conscious mind
was vaguely aware that the act might not be as fully absorbingly
pleasurable for her as it was overwhelmingly carnal for me.  I was on the
edge of a long postponed orgasm, and yet I kept thrusting.  My whole body
arched with pleasure.

   "Oh Jesus!" I felt like I was shouting.  "I'm going to cum" and I filled
her as I had longed to do.  Suddenly the tight, wet sheath of her womb was
slick and I could feel my own cum seep out and wet my balls.

   The next moments are lost in a haze.  I collapsed on her, heedless that
my weight would crush her.  Was it a second?  A minute?  Half the night?  I
lost sense of the passage of time.  There was only the residual twitches of
my cock still inside her, our shared labored breathing and my face buried
in the hair cascading over her neck.

   As awareness returned I rolled my chest off of her, caressed her breast
and gathered my senses.  I was still in her.  I was still hard, though
softening slowly.

   "Girl, what you do to me!" I wondered aloud.

   "What?  What do I do to you?" she was glowing in the low light, and
laughing.  That was all good.  I still harbored a little, nagging fear that
she might have regrets, even as my cock was still inside her.

   "You are such a naughty little thing." I taunted teasingly to further
test her mood.

   "And you love it.  Every bit of it." She was practically laughing.

   "Oh, more than you know..." replied lovingly and thought that I did love
every little bit of her.  Especially that little bits of nipple and clit.
"but you didn't orgasm."

   "No...  not tonight.  There's always tomorrow.  We don't have to hit
every achievement tonight." She said in a tone that let me know that my
hope of trying to give her that orgasm was truly best delayed until she was
ready.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Sorry that I'm tired." she said, but I could see exhaustion.  She was
well beyond a little tired.  Probably sore, and on the verge of losing
consciousness.  So I just kissed her gently on the tip of her nose.

   I moved to the side and my softened cock slipped from her allowing our
mingled fluids to flow out, catching my attention.  Unconsciously I reached
down and slipped a finger in her and she roused slightly.

   "Let's just get you cleaned up a bit and go to sleep." I murmured and
slipped out of bed to the bathroom.  It only took a moment to get a
washcloth hot, wipe my cock.  The blood mixed with my cum and her fluids
reminded me yet again that we had shared a unique moment in her life.  Was
it her gift to me?  My gift to her?  Or simply something we had shared that
night.  I hardened at the thought.  I knew that that would have to wait.  I
rinsed the washcloth with hot water again, wrung it dry and returned to our
bed.  She was almost asleep when I lifted the sheets, nudged her thighs
apart and ever so gently wiped her pussy.  She was a woman now, but still a
girl at the same time.  After returning the washcloth to the sink, I
nestled in to bed beside her.  She was fast asleep.  Laying on my side,
propping my head up on my hand, I watched her fall deeper asleep.  She
didn't wake though I kissed her cheek.  Again she didn't wake when I kissed
each nipple before pulling the bed clothes up to cover her.  Only then did
I fall asleep myself.

   I woke on and off during the night.  In the dim light coming from the
parking lot between the curtains, I would watch her sleeping.  She rolled
several times during the night, but otherwise slept soundly.  Her
irrational modesty failed her in her sleep and in the warm room, I was
treated to the sight of her breasts, sometimes shadowy feminine curves and
sometimes the silhouette of little bud of her hard nipple.  I resisted the
urge to touch her, considering myself lucky that she was still there.  I
would cover her and drop back to sleep.

   Morning light was peeking between the curtains when I woke to her
stirring.  She stretched and seemed to notice that I was awake as well.

   "Good morning," she said, clearly unused to waking in bed and not be
alone.

   "Yes it is.  It's a perfect morning if you ask me." rasped hoarsely,
putting a hand on her ass and pulling her into a kiss.  My cock was wide
awake, already twitching on her thighs and eager to bring us both pleasure.
I could feel her hips respond, pressing to me, but she held her head back,
only returning my kiss lightly.  If she was worried about morning breath, I
would press in and knew she would overcome that shortly, but if she was a
sore, morning-after virgin,

   "How do you feel this morning?" unable to keep the lust from my voice as
I expressed real concern

   "I'm fine."

   "Fine?  Just fine?  That is such a 'Liza' answer.  I want the truth." I
countered, stopping the massage of her ass and willing my cock to still. 
She paused for a long second, leaving me worried.

   "I feel like I've ridden a galloping horse all night bareback."

   Knowing that she was sore, but barely able to stifle a laugh, I wanted
to counter with, "You rode something else bareback, darling" but I remained
silent, showing concern on my face.

   "And I could settle for a drink of water and some food.  Maybe a shower.
I can't imagine why but I feel a little messy."

   Not wanting her to feel undesirable, I continued my massage of her ass
and pulled her close, my phallus pressed firmly to her tummy.

   "I think we could do that.  After that, what would you like to do?" I
asked, suggestively.

   "We are in a National Forest.  We could take in the sights and sounds?"

   "I love all of the sights and sounds right in this room." I laughed,
lust getting the better of me.

   "But...  I'm hungry.  Feed me." her serious look softened by an attempt
to look pouty.  Her body had managed to convey that it was eager, but she
had also sent a clear, "I'm too sore" message.

   "Oh, If I must." trying to mimic her pouty look.

   "I'll go warm up the water." I said, as I threw back the covers,
intentionally leaving her bare and headed to the bath.

   "You can go first." she said as she pulled the covers up to protect her.

   "Excuse me?" exclaimed back at her.

   "I said that you can go first."

   I walked back into the room.

   "I heard what you said, and I don't accept that as an answer." I said
emphatically.

   I stood before her my eager cock protruding and she pulled the covers up
to her chin.

   "Then turn around." she said meekly

   "I don't think so." I laughed, and I was rewarded with an instant
redhead blush.  I hoped she would never lose that shyness that aroused me
so.  The way she it flashed up from her chest and she bit the corner of her
lip.

   "Please?" she wheedled, vainly trying to hold the sheets up as I tore
the bedclothes from the bed, leaving nude before me.

   "Get out of this bed and get into that shower with me, little girl!" I
demanded as she squealed with girlish embarrassment mixed with glee.

   "Don't look." she pleaded.

   "Not a chance." I gloated.  "There isn't anything that I haven't seen,
touched or tasted."

   Resigned she leapt from bed, and dashed to the shower.  Perhaps with the
warm water, she would relax the soreness, and I could have my way with her.

   I stepped into the shower behind her, and she looked back at me with a
start.  She had never shared the intimacies of a shower with a man, but I
didn't intend to let her off with a quick shower by herself.  I was already
thoroughly excited by the sight of her wet body and the imagined moment of
our bodies, slick with soap, rubbing together.

   I stepped close.  She had her arms clutched tightly across her chest,
still in that futile mode of protecting her modesty from the gaze of her
naked lover, vacillating between woman and virgin.  I pulled her arms
straight down to her sides and told her to turn around.  She seems unaware
as my cock pressed against her tummy.  I reached behind her and fumbled for
one of those small bottles of hotel shampoo.  I squeezed a large amount in
my hand, replaced the bottle and began to rub it into her hair.  The
reaction was almost immediate.  Instead of her arms held stiffly at her
side, she placed her hands on my hips and moaned almost silently as my
fingers massaged her scalp.  After rinsing her hair a turned my attention
to soaping her breasts, then down to her tummy.  The sensation of the hot
water and slick skin threw me into erotic overdrive.  I slipped my hand
between her thighs and soaped her newly minted womanhood.  A finger slipped
in and her moans were no longer silent.  She leaned against the shower wall
and involuntarily spread her thighs wider to grant me more access.  I
lowered myself to my knees, hot water cascading over me and began to
explore between her labia with my tongue, until I found her swelling
clitoris.  I slipped a finger in, feeling for her g-spot, and lightly
suckled her bud.  Over the pulsing of her body and the white noise of the
shower, I heard her calling my name.

   "Please, I can't take it!" she was pleading.  I wanted to continue, but
her fingers in my hair were pulling me up, in spite of the bucking and
thrusting of her hips.  This girl was conflicted about letting go.  I stood
slowly, leaving my finger seeking inside her and kissed neck her
relentlessly.  My finger slipped out but I refused to leave her clit
unattended.  I continued flicking and rubbing that sensitive spot as I
kissed her.  Her legs seemed to turn to jelly and she wrapped her arms
around my neck, not so much as an embrace but more to hold herself up.  She
held on like that, one foot now up on the edge of the bathtub as an orgasm
crashed through her.  I felt her pussy convulse, the muscles of her thighs
quiver uncontrollably, her breathing labored.  She called my name over and
over as she had her first real orgasm in the arms of a man.

   "That's my girl." I whispered in her ear, as she hung onto me under the
shower's hot spray.

   It took awhile for her to regain minimal control of her body and steady
her legs.  And to my surprise her hand reached tentatively for my cock. 
Slowly she began to stroke it, holding it lightly.  As my own breathing
became heavy, she grasped it tighter, and stroked more quickly.  She cupped
my balls in her other hand and expertly guided me to orgasm.  I think she
may have been curious to see me cum as she lowered herself slightly so that
she could see as my semen suddenly shot out, splattering across her tummy
and breasts.  She had a quirky little smile on her face as the last drops
fell on the tub floor.

   I was brought out of my erotic glow a little early.  If you have ever
wondered whether you could exhaust a motel's hot water supply, let me
assure you that it can be done.  The tepid water started to flow and we
were roused.  I ran my finger through my cum on her breasts.  If the hot
water would have accommodated, I would have placed a cum slick finger
between her lips, but that first taste that would have to wait.  We rinsed
quickly, and exited the shower.

   I handed her a towel and took one for myself.  I dried off quickly and
looked up at her trying to wipe herself dry while keeping the towel
covering her at the same time.  Still my shy Liza.  All those times that I
had tried to coax her to show her breasts on a webcam weren't refused
because she didn't trust me.  Shyness was just at her core.  I dropped my
towel and pulled her to me, pulling her towel away at and throwing it on
the floor.  I turned her to face the bathroom mirror and clasped my arms
under her breasts.  She was looking down at my hands and her bare body.

   I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, unable to take my eyes off
the mirror.

   "Honey, look up." I whispered, she shook her head negatively.

   "Please look up.  There is a beautiful girl I want you to see." She
shook her head again, though less emphatically.  I lifted one hand to her
chin and nudged it up, while running my other hand down her tummy to her
shaved bare pussy and back up to her breasts.

   "You don't have to look like Brittany Spears to be the most beautiful
woman in my world." I whispered.

   I woke when I felt her move, stretching.  I reached for her and pulled
her to a kiss.

   "Good morning," she murmured timidly, sounding like a school girl
meeting a boy for the first time.

   "Yes it is.  It's a perfect morning if you ask me." I responded,
grabbing her bare ass and pulling her closer, my hard member pressing
against her thigh.

   I could sense the shy girl trying to control the situation and I was
determined to nip that in the bud before she could bolt out of bed and into
the bathroom.  I wanted her so badly, but her timidity made me realize that
she was probably sore from where I had torn into her last night.  I felt a
moment of chagrin for having hurt her.

   "How do you feel this morning?"

   "I'm fine."

   I could tell it wasn't exactly true, but admired her courage.

   "Fine?  Just fine?  That is such a "Liza" answer.  I want the truth." I
said trying to sound light hearted.  I suspected that if I gave sympathy
for how she undoubtedly felt, she might try to prove she felt fine and push
herself allow me what she wasn't ready for yet.

   "Okay.  I feel like I've ridden a galloping horse all night bareback."

   I almost agreed that she had been ridden bareback, but not on a horse
but on my cock.  After all, it was true.

   "And I could settle for a drink of water and some food.  Maybe a shower.
I don't know why but I feel a little messy." She said.

   I needed her to know how desirable I found her, whether she felt messy
or not.  I pulled her close with hands on her ass, feeling my cock press
into her tummy.  God she felt good.

   "I think we could do that.  After that, what would you like to do?" I
murmured.

   She paused, and I could tell she was looking for an escape.  I had to
give it to her but not let her think that I had already had what I wanted
from her.  I didn't want her to think that I was the guy to took her
virginity and lost interest.  She meant far too much to me.  I was resigned
to delaying her further penetration.

   "We are in a National Forest.  We could take in the sights and sounds?"
She asked.

   "I love all of the sights and sounds right in this room." I said
jokingly as my gaze pointedly swept over her bare body.

   Poor shy Liza.  She couldn't help but blush.

   "But...  I'm hungry.  Feed me." She insisted

   "If I must." I said.

   "I'll go warm up the water." I said, rising from the bed and heading to
the bathroom.

   "You can go first." I heard her call out from the bed.

   I stuck my head back in the bedroom.  "Excuse me?"

   "I said that you can go first." She had the covers primly up to her
chin. With her tussled bed head, and the rumpled sheets around her, I could
only smile at how cute she was.

   "I heard what you said, and I don't accept that as an answer." At least
I was going to get her in the shower with me again.  She stared at me,
standing nude in front of her.  She seemed to be trying to avoid looking
down at my arousal, but was losing that battle as she scrunched the sheets
up tighter under her chin.

   "Then turn around." She squeaked.

   "I don't think so." I laughed

   "Please?" She wheedled with that adorable blush rising to the color of
her hair.

   "Get out of this bed and get into that shower with me, little girl!" I
said in a mock command, and we began a tug of war over the sheets that
covered her.  She clearly knew this was a losing proposition for her as I
already had exposed her from the tummy down.

   "Don't look." She begged as she leapt off the bed.  I laughed and
watched every move with relish.

   "Not a chance.  There isn't anything that I haven't seen, touched or
tasted." I crowed in victory.

   I climbed into the shower after her, pausing to look at the water
flowing over her beautiful bare skin.  She turned to face me with one arm
modestly covering her breasts and the other down protecting her lost
chastity.  I smiled, and moved close.  I sensed her tense up as I reached
around her for the shampoo.

   "Turn around" I ordered as I poured shampoo into my up turned palm.

   She understood my intention.  I tipped her wet head back and began to
massage the shampoo into her hair.  She immediately relaxed against me and
my cock pressed against the small of her back as I grew even harder.  I
heard a moan escape and I wondered, could a girl have an orgasm simply from
a scalp massage?

   Eventually I tipped her head under the shower spray and rinsed her off,
then turned her to face me.  We kissed and did a little dance to get me
under the spray.  She took the bottle from me and returned the shampooing
favor.  She was losing her natural inhibitions again and as shampoo dripped
down my back, I could feel her slick body press against mine.  Eventually
she decided that I needed to rinse and I reluctantly took the hint, but I
wasn't done with her yet.

   "I think more than your hair needs to be cleaned." I whispered and took
the bar of hotel soap from the soap dish.  I delighted in her reaction to
my soaping her breasts and her willingness to let me linger with my hands
exploring her breasts, and more.  By the time my soapy hands explored
between her legs when as breathing raggedly and leaning back onto me.  I
turned her and steadied her against the shower wall as I bent my knees to
lower my lips to the level of her breasts.  I continued kissing down until
I was on my knees with my tongue exploring her clitoris and deeper, while
the warm water cascaded over us.

   She lifted a foot to the rim of the tub to give me more access and yet
as I suckled her clitoris, she became more unsteady on her feet.  Her hips
began respond with their own rhythm to my licking and had to grab her hips
to keep her from slipping as well as to control her movement so that I
didn't lose contact with her pussy.

   I heard her calling my name as her thighs quaked and her body seemed to
shiver, though not from cold.

   "Oh!  Please, I can't take it!" She cried.  I slowed my attention and
eventually raised up to standing, though I replaced my tongue with my
fingers inside her.  Kissing her neck elicited an exciting response.  I
could feel an orgasm building in her as though I was guiding her to her
pleasure.  She held me tight in an embrace part passionate and part
necessary to remain upright.  As I held her close, she slowly returned and
gained stability.

   "That's my girl." I whispered in her ear.  In response I felt her small
hand wrap around my cock every so gently.  I must have moaned, and
encouraged her to seek my balls with her other hand.  She began to stroke
my cock.  I was so intensely aroused that I knew it would not take long. 
Part of me wanted to lift her off her feet and impale her standing there
with the shower flowing over us.  Another part was curious what she would
do on her own.  I knew that I would cum and that the previous evening had
been the first time she had experienced a man's orgasm, but that was deep
inside her.  How would she react to the spurt of my ejaculation now?

   I felt both of her hands stroking simultaneously.  My body stiffened, my
cock swelled and she changed position.  She knelt lower.  Was she going to
take me in her mouth?  She couldn't be ready for that.  Her timing was
impeccable.  She directed the head of my engorged cock at her chest.

   "Oh, god" I moaned.  I could not believe that she was so intend on
watching my cum splash across her breasts and belly.  She seemed entranced
as she continued stroking until the last pearly drop had fallen on the
bathtub floor.  I reveled in the sight, wondering what she thought but not
willing to force the inevitable embarrassment on her by asking, "did you
like watching me cum?"

   Slowly I became aware that the water was running cool.  I futilely
fiddled with the hot water spigot to no avail.  Who knew you could run out
of hot water in a motel?

   Quickly I ran my hands over her breasts and tummy to rinse way the
evidence of my mark on her.

   We slowly toweled ourselves off, and I took yet another dry towel to
Liza's body.  Her innate shyness was returning and I was intent on making
the most of it as I gently patted her breasts and between her thighs.

   "Just checking that my favorite bits are dry..." I teased.  And she
blushed deeply, trying to cover herself.

   We spent the day driving through the national forest.  When a spot
looked interesting we would stop and take a little hike.  I emphasize
little.  On our first such walk to some caves and interesting stone eroded
areas, I walked behind her.  Her gait told me how sore she must be.  I
vowed to be satisfied that I had penetrated her the one critical time and
that we would find further pleasure as we had that morning in the shower.

   Despite that vow, erotic fantasies of her filled my mind when we walked.
At one point we stopped to rest on a bench in a forested area.  I pulled
her down on my lap and held her close.  I imagined that we would go on a
hike and that she would be wearing a skirt with no panties so I could have
her sit on my lap like this, impaled on me.  I am certain she felt my
arousal at this unspoken fantasy because she wiggled her butt a little
against me as she stood and continued walking.  Another time we were
standing at the railing of an overlook admiring the view as nuzzled her
neck, and my hands roamed over her body.  Again she responded willingly,
but when she heard steps on the path behind us, her modesty vanished and
she stepped quickly out of my embrace.  Was she so shy in public or was our
age difference part of her concern?

   Driving back from viewing a natural bridge, the afternoon was fading. 
Our last day together was fading as well.  I pulled aside thinking that we
would walk to the lake's edge to watch the sunset.  Liza was asleep in the
seat beside me.  I felt so sorry that I had made her feel sore from her
"bareback ride" the night before and then forced her to walk so much during
the day.  Spying a parking pullout ahead, I drove forward and stopped
closer to the lake.

   "Liza, wake up and take a look." I said as I rubbed her shoulder gently.

   The sunset was spectacular, reflecting deep blues and vibrant yellows
and oranges on the still water and in the billowing clouds above.  We sat
quietly in companionable silence until the light faded.

   "I'm ready to go back if you don't mind." she broke the silence.

   I smiled and started the car, reminding myself of my vow to be careful
with this tired, aching girl.

   Back in the warm room, I reached to help Liza take off her jacket.  She
whirled round.  I couldn't read the look on her face but with my pent up
passion, I grasped her head between my hands and pulled in forcefully into
a kiss.  After an almost imperceptible hesitation, she put her arms around
me and returned the kiss with equal passion.  I let go of her and struggled
out of my jacket without breaking the kiss.  I was so inflamed, wanting
nothing more than to rip off her clothes and throw her on the bed.  I even
pushed her back a step in that direction before I remembered my vow. 
Summoning all my will I broke the kiss.  Breathing deeply, resting my
forehead on hers, I fought for control.  I didn't want her to think I was
done with her by any stretch of the imagination, but I didn't want to rape
her either.

   "We have wine.  And strawberries.  Should we indulge?" She asked,
struggling to control her breathing as well.  I nodded agreement and she
went in search of cups.

   We sat side by side on the bed, with the strawberries between us and
hotel Dixie cups of Sauvignon Blanc.  It was starting to have that
predictable effect on Liza.  She was clearly not used to drinking alcohol.
I put an arm around her and slowly she leaned into me.  She rests like
that, snuggling in closer.  In response to nothing I notice, she giggles
and moves herself up and slowly straddles my hips with her arms straight
and her hands on my shoulders.  I watch her intent on letting her take the
lead in whatever she has on her mind.  She seems tired but intent on me,
smiling mysteriously.  My hands brace her sides, feeling her ribs under my
palms and my thumbs under the side of her firm breasts.  Still smiling, she
leaned her head forward and kissed me.  Slowly I feel the passion growing
in her kiss, my tongue darts between her lips and finds hers.  My hands
roamed from their position on the sides of her chest to the front to cup
her small, firm breasts.  She responded by taking her hands off my
shoulders, reaching down and pulling her shirt off over her head.  I could
not resist the temptation of her bra encased breasts and began kissing down
her neck to the top of her bra.  Hearing her moan with eagerness, I fumbled
at her back with the clasps to the bra and lift it over her shoulders,
freeing the tender nipples for my attention.  I started sucking,
alternating from nipple to nipple, thrilling at the sight of them
responding.  The smooth virginal nipples began to harden to small knots and
her breathing quickened to match mine.  Encouraged by her aroused response,
I began sucking more forcefully on one nipple while massaging the other
between my thumb and forefinger.  When I put teeth gently to a nipple and
pulled, she surprised me by beginning to rub her crotch up and down against
my full erection.

   She began pulling frantically at my shirt and once we had removed it, I
lay her back on the bed to slowly remove her jeans and then her panties. 
She laid back on the bed with a sultry grin on her face.  The inhibitions
were gone and lust in their place.  She reached for my belt buckle but I
pulled at her waist, bringing her hips to the edge of the bed with her legs
dangling over.  I knelt between her knees and leaning close, so she could
feel my breath on her sensitive labia as I spread them delicately apart. 
If I wasn't going to penetrate her, at least I could try to give her an
orgasm to remember.  I licked the length of her vaginal opening, so
recently virginal opening.  My tongue found her clit and felt it swell as I
suckled it, trying to pull it in to my mouth.  Her hips bucked and I could
hear her call my name as I pressed a finger a little ways into her opening.
She called my name again.

   "...Please stop!  It feels so good!" She gasped.  I looked up from my
ministrations as her back arched and she threw her head back.

   "If it feels so good, then why do you want me to stop?" I asked between
licks, smiling wickedly, but slipped my finger out.

   "It's overwhelming!" She pleaded between breaths, and I continued
licking, feeling her thighs twitch and her hips shake.  Slowly stopping
with one last long lick, looked up again.  Her chest as heaving and she was
smiling.

   "Help me up." She whispered, so I stood and offered her both hands
pulling her to a sitting position.  She renewed her attack on my belt
buckle with shaking hands.  Who was I to refuse this gorgeous, young vixen
the object of her lust?  I began assisting and soon my jeans and underwear
were off and my erection standing proud before her.  She stood on wobbly
legs and pushed me to a seating position, taking my former position, this
time between my knees.

   She took a moment staring intently at my cock as if deciding exactly how
to approach the challenge.  Her tongue darted out and she captured a small
drop of clear precum that had formed at the tip.  I watched in fascination
as she brought that drop into her mouth and tasted it.  It seemed to ignite
her further rather than timidly licking more, she drew me into her mouth,
sucking and rolling her tongue over the head of my cock.  Reflectively my
hips bucked and thrust my cock in deeper to her mouth.  She reacted y
pulling me in still further, without any sign of hesitation.  I shook my
feet out of the waist of my jeans and underwear to free them and spread my
knees wider as I thrust into her.  I felt a twinge of concern.  Was I
raping her mouth?  But she was sucking me with abandon, match my thrusts,
taking as much of my length as she could with each stroke.  I brushed her
hair to one side so that I could see more clearly.  She didn't seem to even
noticed my intend gaze.  Just sight of her lips wrapped around my shaft was
so erotic, but the focus and intensity amazed me.  I felt my cock swell and
twitch.  I didn't want to assault her mouth my semen.

   "Liza" I murmured, but got no reactions.  I put a hand under her chin.

   "Liza, climb back on the bed with me."

   That got through to her and she joined me up on the bed.  I put her hand
back on my cock and hoped that she would get the message.  Images of pearly
drops of my come on her breasts formed in my mind.  She had other ideas. 
With her hand on my cock, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. 
Her other hand went to her pussy.  She looked me in a way that made her
intentions abundantly clear.  In spite of my own resolution to to give her
sore, recently deflowered opening a rest, she wanted more.

   I gave her a questioning look, our eyes engaged and her legs spread
wider.  There was no mistaking what she wanted.  I moved between her legs,
leaned down began to rub the head of my cock up and down the length of her
dripping wet slit.  She shuddered with pleasure.  I kept my eyes on hers,
looking deeply for any sign of second thoughts.  I saw none as the head of
my cock parted her labia, poised at her entrance.

   "Okay?" I queried.

   "Okay." She responded.

   I pressed in, meeting none of the resistance of the night before.  That
membrane was gone.  I sensed her tense up and paused, still and waiting. 
God, she was tight, perfectly fit for the full length of my cock and no
more.  Slowly, she began to mover her hips and I matched the rhythm,
speeding up as she did.  We kissed as we moved, me resting my weight on my
forearms and elbows to keep from crushing her.  She pulled me close,
seeming will all of me into her.  Through the erotic haze that was growing
around me I heard my name.  My consciousness focused on her.  Should I
stop? Was I hurting her?  But she was pulling me off my elbows, taking all
my weight with her legs wider and her knees drawn up to allow me deeper
penetration.  I was taking long, slower strokes, my cock almost slipping
out as the head reached her labia and then pounding back down into her.

   She let go of her tight embrace, our kiss broke off as she pulled her
knees up to the sides of her chest, willing me in yet deeper.

   She called my name repeatedly.  It sounded almost like a shout.

   "Fuck me!  Jake!!  Fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

   This was more than I had ever dream of her.  She wasn't saying it
because it would arouse me, but it did.  She was demanding that I take her.
Fuck her hard.  I was scared that I would hurt her, but equally unable to
stop.  I heard her call my name again and heard her beg me to never stop.
The dam had broken, her inhibitions gone, lust was consuming her as much as
it was me.

   I pushed in deep and held my cock as though I was merged with her soul,
my orgasm blocked out everything and I filled her with my cum.  I felt as
though I passed out, but I immediately became concerned.

   "Are you okay?" I put all the tenderness I felt into those words and she
didn't give me words back must sighs of contentment.

   Collapsed on top of her.  Feeling her body mold to mine and her breast
compress under my weight.  She seemed not to mind, but I rolled to one
side, still embedded within her at the hips.  I vaguely recall her bringing
the covers up over us.  Perhaps we talked, perhaps it was a dream.

   I woke in the morning, before the sun rose, only the sky out the window
brightening to an almost neon blue against the silhouette of trees.  Our
bodies were close, one of my legs draped over her thighs.  The warm,
intimate sensation quickly aroused me, and slowly pulled away so that my
burdening cock swelling against her didn't wake her.  I lay beside her as
the light grew in the room, my head propped up on hand, gazing at her
sleeping.  Her red hair and pale skin had always been a visual attraction
on our webcam chats, but up close her hair had so many slightly different
shades of red and her porcelain skin seemed to demand my touch to assure me
she was real.  She stirred in her sleep.  The rumpled sheets fell away
exposing the temptation of her pale nipple.

   When I could resist no longer, my fingers slipped under the sheets and
found the tender flesh of her inner thighs.  At my touch, her legs parted
slightly, though she still slept.  I had worn the poor girl out but her
body still wanted more.  My forefinger probed between her labia to find her
already wet.  I felt for that small bud and gently massaged it.  Her hips
moved in response and her legs reflexively opened wider to give me access.
She was waking slowly.  My lips found the smooth nipple and began to tease
it to life.

   She was definitely awake now and her whole body was responding to my
touch.  It seemed almost instantaneous that she went from sleep to orgasm.
I felt her breathing change, her whole body tense and then shudder.  As I
felt her come back, kissed her.

   "Good morning beautiful."

   We kissed more and lay in each other's arms, treasuring those last
moments of intimacy together.

   At some point we must have dressed and eaten breakfast, but those
memories were never the important ones.  I was overwhelmed with the
memories of our passion, of her gift of her virginity, and the certain
knowledge that we were parting.

   We were standing at the open door of her Jeep.  Her public timidity had
returned.  Gone was the erotically ravenous woman of the night before.

   "Are you okay?" I asked, seeing her start to tear up.  "Did I hurt you
last night?"

   "You didn't.  I loved it...  and I love you." The words came tumbling
out of her.

   I could see her embarrassment, but my perennial worries that she would
regret giving me her virginity, that she would hate me for the pain that I
inflicted on her.

   I kissed my forehead and said, "I love you too, Liza."

   "Drive safely, and let me know that you made it back home when you get a
chance." I said as I closed the door behind her.  She started the car,
rolled down the window and I leaned in for a last kiss.

   My own drive home was thankfully uneventful.  I admit to having been a
distracted driver, but was lucky not to have killed myself.  I alternated
between depressed longing for her and total arousal at the memories of the
past two days.

   ***

   Her side

   "I hope you have a good couple of days off," Ann said as she smeared a
pat of cream cheese on her bagel.  "Have fun and I will see you on Friday."

   I smiled at her.  "I intend to." I hung up the clipboard on its peg and
waved at her as I walked out of the store and nearly jogged over to my
Jeep.

   I'd barely slept last in anticipation of this day then followed that by
a four hour shift at the kennels.  Now I was looking at the beginning of a
six and a half hour stint down the interstate, longer more than likely
knowing that my bumblebee subsisted on a steady diet of petrol.  I turned
the key in the ignition and turned out onto the highway.

   I was 19, eager, and green as the day was long.  In all honesty, I
couldn't believe that this was happening to me.  I had managed to stave off
boys in general all through high school and now I was driving towards a man
that had stolen my heart.  Again.

   As I left the gentle hills of Missouri and began my trek across the
plains of Illinois, my pulse began to quicken.  Springfield.  Eight months
ago.  I thought I had blown my chance, and if had been anybody else, I
probably would have.  My poor body had been through so much.  We had
planned the meeting long before I had nearly hemorrhaged just two weeks
earlier, however, being the hard head that I was, I couldn't bear to
disappoint Jake.  I had to try.

   And I failed miserably.

   The high dose of birth control the doctors had put me on had left me
nauseated and sore.  Not to mention, still bleeding unpredictably.  I
couldn't contribute to the game of "I'll show you mine if you show me
yours", but I did spy a glimpse of the treat that lay in store for me for
the next couple of days.

   I swallowed audibly as I crossed into Kentucky.

   When he had come back and said that there would be another window of
opportunity to meet up for a few days in December, I could hardly believe
it.  I was ready.  My body had finally adjusted to the pill.  Come hell or
high water, I was losing my virginity tonight.

   I had asked for a meeting place directly off of the highway.  Somewhere
small.  I didn't do cities, and had gotten lost in Springfield.  I blame
that on nerves.  So when I saw the exit sign for Morehead, I nearly
hyperventilated.  I took the turnoff, and drove around a bit looking for
the hotel, but by the time I went a few miles and came upon a College
campus, I knew I had to stop and make that phone call.

   Jake picked up almost immediately.  "Liza?  Are you okay?"

   "You wont believe this, but I'm lost!"

   The sound of his laughter rattled in my ear and I couldn't help but
smile.  "How on earth did you do that?"

   After giving me correct directions, I got back into my car and
backtracked.  When I pulled into the drive of the hotel I made the left
that he insisted on and drove behind the building to the room number.  I
saw him standing outside waiting for me, right next to his car.

   He was a sight for sore eyes.  I got out of the car and walked up to
him. His smile widened as he took me in his arms and hugged me, rubbing my
back.  His body felt familiar, yet at the same time, so foreign.  I
shivered, and I think he mistook it for a chill and guided me into the
room.

   He set my bag down in a chair that was next to the window and turned
around to look at me.  The sudden implications of this minute gesture
struck me head on.  The butterflies kicked up in my stomach by a notch of
ten and I grabbed my hands and played with my fingers.  Now what?  Did it
go like in the movies where the man slammed the woman up against the wall
in a heat of passion and clothes began to be ripped impossibly fast from
each others bodies?  Do I make the first move?  I looked to him for
guidance.

   "Are you hungry?" he asked.

   With a quick stop to pick up some supplies, and some burgers now filling
our hungry bellies, he maneuvered his car back to the hotel.  We hadn't
talked much about the events about to unfold, just made small talk.  I
couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind.  He seemed so calm... was he
even nervous at all?

   We made it back into the room and he locked us in for the night.  I took
off my jacket and shoes and sat down on the bed, my heart beginning to
thunder in my chest.  He set up his laptop and played some music softly
through the speakers.

   "I have something special for you." He told me, his back to me while he
fiddled with the computer.

   "Oh?"

   "You said you never got to go to your senior prom."

   Lonestar's Amazed started to play.  I grinned at the gesture.

   "Dance?" He held out his hand to me.

   He held me close as we swayed back and forth to the music.  His arms
enveloped me and he squeezed me impossibly tight, pressing my body further
into his.  My hips made contact with mine and for the first time I felt his
hard erection on my lower belly.  I clenched my eyes shut out of
nervousness and settled into this new feeling of his lust.

   When the song ended, I backed up.  I could feel my face flame but I
wasn't sure if he could see it in the dim light.

   I cleared my throat and turned away toward my bag.  "I'm going to get
changed for bed."

   I walked into the small bathroom and tried desperately to clear my
thoughts.  I shuffled around in my bag and found my sad excuse for my
sexiest nighty- a long night shirt with dogs all over it.  I should have
tried a lot harder in this department, I thought.  Mental note, something
sexier for next time.  I pulled off my jeans, bra and scrub top and hoped
like hell that I didn't still have the lingering scent of dog and cat all
over me from work.  Then I slid the t-shirt over my head, left my panties
on, and took a deep breath in then let it out.  I stepped out of the
bathroom.

   Back in the room, Jake was still standing, waiting for me, but had shed
some of his own clothes.  I walked over to him, slowly, and looked him
straight in the eye.  There was an unmistakable look of longing in them, an
almost sense of urgency.  He closed the gap between us and took my face in
his hands.  I don't think he noticed my goofy t-shirt at all.

   He bent down and kissed me.  His lips touched mine and I closed my eyes.
He sucked on my lower lip and teased me briefly with his tongue, playing.
Even though my brain began to blank out, my body knew exactly what to do.
My hands grabbed for his elbows and he deepened the kiss.

   His beard tickled my chin and lips.  I had never kissed a man with a
beard before.

   Our kissing seemed to ignite his frenzy and his hands grabbed at the hem
of my shirt.  His fingers grabbed the fabric in bunches and his hands found
bare skin underneath.  Goosebumps raised on my flesh as his hands rubbed
along my waist on onto my lower back, navigating dangerously close to my
panties.  My knees started to wobble as he planted soft kisses down my jaw
and neck.  My body started to respond and the ache between my legs began to
throb.  A wave of dizziness came over me as his hands came around to my
belly and found their way up to my breasts.  His hands cupped previously
uncharted territory by any other man as he nuzzled on my neck.

   Off came my shirt and his, the only cloth separating our nakedness at
our hips, creating a thin barrier compared to the many miles that separated
us only hours before.

   He told me to lie down on the bed.  I obliged, and as I scooted myself
up so that my head lay on the pillow, he crawled over me and supported
himself with his hands and knees above me.

   If anything, I thought I was going to pass out from anticipation mixed
with a little fear of the unknown.  His lips then began to explore my
breasts, kissing, sucking and licking from peak to valley to peak.  My
large pink puffy nipples hardened in response.  Rock hard sensitive little
knots.  As his head began to travel south over my abdomen that I was so
scared of baring to him, he seemed to judge nothing.  I could hear little
groans of pleasure from him as he made his trip down to my thighs, his face
only inches from my cloth covered mound.

   I felt wet.  Completely drenched as he toyed with the cloth around the
crease of my thighs.  His fingers slid over the wet spot on my panties.  I
inhaled sharply and looked down at him, begging him with my eyes to touch
me without the obstacle of fabric.  I felt him use one solitary finger and
move the crotch of my panties aside.  I looked up the ceiling and closed my
eyes tight as I felt the first contact of his tongue on my labia.  It
probed at my pussy until he hit the tender little bud hiding deep in its
folds.  My world ignited in flashes behind my eyelids.  The sensation was
so different and strange, but so wonderful that I couldn't breathe.

   I gasped.

   Jake moaned.

   His tongue was lethal.

   Every part of me that was held together up until this point fell apart.

   My hips began to find a rhythm of their own, bucking up into his face. I
had made sure to shave my pussy bald to give him the most access and to
heighten every touch.

   After what felt like forever, he crawled up beside me on the bed and he
kissed me, his mouth still covered in my juices.  To taste myself on his
tongue was strange, but not unpleasant.

   My hand fumbled toward the bulge of cloth that still enveloped Jake's
cock.  With shy fingers I touched him and he immediately responded.  With
curiosity leading my movements, I went to outline his erection with my
finger.  Seeing how this small simple gesture had such a powerful response,
I craved more of him.  We both pulled down his briefs and he sprung from
the confines.  I had seen his cock in Springfield, but I had never touched
it.  With shaking hands, I gently rubbed along the underside of his shaft.
When I felt him shiver as I passed a light finger over the sensitive head,
I paid more attention to that spot.  I took cues from his body movements
and from the sounds that were coming from him and mental notes on what spot
invoked what response.  This was an important lesson that they never taught
in school!

   I was amazed- he was so hard, but so soft and smooth at the same time. I
rested a cheek on his thigh and rubbed my nose on him.  Then I kissed the
sensitive head of his cock and he hardened even more and he pulsed below my
lips.  I touched my tongue to the swollen head and closed my lips around
it. I sucked gently.  I felt him tense and call out my name.  This fueled
my desire, even though I had no idea what I was doing and I hoped that I
was doing it right.  Questions bombarded my mind, technicalities that I
didn't quite understand.  I had questions, but I decided against it and to
just go with trial and error, but from the sounds he was making, I didn't
think that I was crossing over into the error territory so much.  I tried
to clear my mind and just enjoy the moment.

   I trailed my tongue up and down his shaft, kissing and sucking along the
way.  His breathing went shallow and rapid and before long I felt his
fingers in my hair.  "We need to try something else because I won't last
long this way." He said.  His voice was deep and husky and it sent a thrill
through me.  I did this to him!

   I flipped over onto my back again, and he lay beside me propped up with
an elbow.  He looked down hungrily at my body and I suddenly felt exposed.

   "Let's get these off of you." He said, reaching for my panties. 
Together we slid them down my thighs and I kicked them off with a flick of
my foot.  I lay still, unsure of what he wanted next.  I stared at his
profile as he watched his hand glide over my naked skin.

   His hand settled between my legs and my thighs instinctively parted. 
His fingers explored my sex, gliding along the smooth ridges of my labia,
his movements gentle but deliberate.  A finger flicked my swollen clit and
I gasped.  Then his finger trailed past my slit and back up.  He teased me
for a while, and my anticipation level grew.  I never wanted anything more
in my entire life than to be penetrated by this man.

   As if reading my thoughts, I felt a finger slip a little deeper into my
opening.  My eyes sprung open and I looked at him.  He was looking straight
at me now.  His finger went a little deeper yet and I then felt a little
bit of pressure.  His eyes glazed.

   "There it is." He said.  "You are so tight."

   I raised my hips a little in response to his touch, feeling his finger
slip a little deeper yet.  I couldn't help but smile, and he grinned at me.


   His finger slid past my hymen, and I was entranced.

   "How many fingers do you have in me?" I asked shyly.

   "It's just my pinky, sweetheart."

   I swallowed.  Just his pinky?  My heart fluttered.  If I was feeling
this much pressure with just his pinky, how was I going to feel when his
cock entered me and broke through that thin membrane?  Every time his
finger slipped past my hymen, it felt like a tightly strung guitar string.
I was scared, but I was determined.

   After what felt like a million years, he kissed me deeply and then
looked straight into my eyes.  I must have looked like a deer caught in
headlights.  "Are you ready?"

   I shook my head yes.

   "Why don't you get on top.  That way you can control it and you can do
it when you are ready?"

   I shook my head again.

   He lay back diagonally across the king sized bed and I swung a leg over
his hips, supporting my weight above him on my elbows.  My breasts grazed
against his naked chest and the little hairs tickled my skin as I bent down
and kissed him once more, my boobs smashing against his chest.  All of this
skin to skin contact, did it ever get any better than this?

   I placed my hand on his chest where my breasts had been just a minute
ago and reared back, finding a seat on his lap.  When his rigid phallus
made contact with my groin, the sensations almost overwhelmed me.  I
wiggled my hips a little from side to side, adjusting my pussy dead center
on his cock.  I began to rock back and forth, slowly, almost drunk on the
feeling of the smooth skin of his sex sliding between mine.  I was dead
wrong.  Skin to skin felt good, but nothing felt as good as the velvet feel
of sliding up and down his shaft.  My moves became more deliberate; longer
strokes.  My fluids flowed out of me, mixing with his pre-cum creating a
very slick lubricant that began to audibly be heard.  My inhibitions were
clouded by my ever growing lust at this point, and where the nerves should
have been, want and need took its place.  Where the audible cues of our
lovemaking would have made me shy, I only shut my eyes, tilted my head back
in satisfaction and felt a groan deep in my throat.  My most basic primal
instinct was surfacing.

   "Oh my God." I whimpered.

   I rolled my head over my shoulders and let it hang.  My hair covered my
face and swayed with my movements.  I felt Jake's hands reach up and start
kneading my breasts, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.  The room began
to sway, so breathlessly I fell forward towards him.  His arms wrapped
around me and I buried my face on his neck.  His hands began to rub and I
instantly calmed down.  My breathing slowed.  For the first time, I found
myself relaxing.  This man whom I waited so long for, this man who I
promised myself to, this man who I was giving my body, suddenly no longer
felt foreign to me.  At this moment, everything felt right.  I had begun
this journey unencumbered but I knew by the end of it, I wasn't leaving
with my whole heart.

   "You feel so good," I purred into his ear.  "This feels so good."

   I heard his smile, "You don't feel so bad either."

   I nuzzled him and began to shift my hips a bit.  I started to rock
again, but this time his cock twitched and the head of it rested firmly at
the entrance of my slit.

   I froze.

   I felt him freeze as well.

   I swallowed hard.  His arms tightened around me.  "Are you okay?" He
asked.

   My heart hammered in my chest.  I shook my head.  "Yes." I replied. 
This was it.  It all led up to this moment.

   "Are you ready?" he asked me.

   I lifted my head from his neck and looked down at his face.  For the
first time, he looked as nervous as I felt.  I wondered if he could feel me
beginning to shake a little.

   "Yes." I said firmly.

   He raised his hips a fraction of an inch from the bed and the head of
his cock slowly began to fill me.  I felt my pussy widen around him and
then he pulled out.  He repeated this movement several times, each time
going a little deeper in me until I felt him hit my hymen.  The pressure
was much greater than when his pinky was in me.  I raised up, hovering just
above him, he was still inside me, his cock straight up in the air.

   "Take it slow." He said.

   He stayed perfectly still and I knew that must have been torturous for
him, but he gave me the minute that I needed to adjust.  Inwardly, I was
fighting a battle.  This was it.  I was about to give up my innocence.  It
was something that I carried with me for almost 20 years of my life.  On
one hand, I couldn't wait to be rid of it.  On the other, I was sad to see
it go.  I had chosen Jake because I knew that he wasn't like all of the
others.  He had proved to me that he wasn't going to just abandon me after
the fact.  He wasn't in it just for the joy of robbing me of what I had
held most sacred.  I felt a love for him so intense that I almost couldn't
bear it.

   All at once, I bared my full weight down onto him and I felt the thin
membrane give with a pop.  I felt a sharp sting, I grimaced and let out a
hiss of pain as I slid down him and he filled my virgin womb.  I think I
surprised him with the ferocity that I put forth into my deflowering
because his eyes went wide and he let out a whoosh of air.

   "Oh, Liza!" He growled.

   The sting subsided and I lifted up a few inches.

   "Look down." He instructed me.  We both stared between my thighs where
his body joined with mine.  Even in the dim lamplight from the bedside, we
could both see the pink tinge of residual blood covering his shaft.

   "Looks like somebody isn't a virgin anymore!" He exclaimed, almost
giddy.

   I smiled.  I was relieved.  I was happy.  I was in a state of complete
carnal desire.

   I began to slowly ease up and down on him, ignoring the pain and
focusing on the new sensations that this foreign invader had invoked. 
Slowly at first, but then I began to pick up speed as the need to satiate
my growing desire took over.  Jake honed in on this newfound sense of
urgency within me and his lovemaking transformed with it.

   "Roll with me." He said, and then put a hand on the base of the small of
my back and then toppled me over to one side.  He managed to keep himself
buried in me the entire time, and I was secretly amazed by his sexual
prowess.  There was so much that I wanted to learn from him that I didn't
feel like two days was going to be near enough time to learn.

   With me now on my back and him hovering over me, he had complete control
over me.  I found it a little difficult to relinquish it so soon, but I
trusted him completely.  I knew he wouldn't hurt me, not after the last few
hours that we had shared.  His body bent over mine, resting on his elbows
with his hands entangled in my hair, he began to kiss me and rock his hips
in a sensual rhythm.  I splayed my thighs wider, desperate to have as much
as him as I possibly could and tried to counter his movements so I could
get him as deep inside of me as I could.  He took long hard strokes,
pulling almost completely out of me and then quickly burying himself back
inside of me.  His breathing began to come ragged and his groans
intensified.  This was no longer about me, and I didn't want it to be.  I
wanted him to use me and be the focus of his pleasure.

   He leaned up and bared most of his weight on his hands.  His eyes grazed
hungrily over my naked body, so I reached up to my own breasts and took
each one in my small hands and began to caress them, pulling at my nipples.
The nerve endings shot a bolt of lightning down to my groin.  I bit at my
lower lip.

   I felt Jake go rigid, "Jesus.  I'm going to cum!"

   His face screwed up into a grimace and I felt him twitch inside of me.
Hot sticky semen shot out of his cock and filled me.  I felt a little
escape from the confines of my vagina and slide down the crease of my
thigh. His elbows gave out and he lowered himself on top of me, burying his
face in my neck, while I could still feel the remnants of his orgasm still
spasming.  The weight of him was not unpalatable, I actually quite enjoyed
it.  While his breathing settled in my ear, I put my arms around him and
rubbed my hands in little slow circles on his back.  After a minute he
gained his composure enough to bring his face up to mine to give me a kiss.


   "Girl, what you do to me!" He said as a sly grin crossed his face.

   I gave him a sleepy grin back, "What?  What do I do to you?"

   Though his erection has softened, he was still very much buried in me.
Maybe it was the delirium or maybe it was my imagination, but i thought I'd
felt him semi harden again.

   "You are such a naughty little thing."

   My smirk grew into a full blown smile.  "And you love it.  Every bit of
it."

   His smile touched his eyes and they crinkled, "More than you know..  but
you didn't orgasm."

   "No...  not tonight.  There's always tomorrow.  We don't have to hit
every achievement tonight." Though I had the feeling that he'd be willing
to try.

   "How do you feel?"

   I couldn't stifle the yawn and turned my head, "Sorry.  I'm tired."

   He kissed the tip of my nose and then my forehead.  "Then let's clean
you up a bit and go to sleep."

   When he finally disengaged from my body, I felt him slide out of me and
a pool of cum ran out.  Entranced, he took a finger and slid it in me one
last time for the night, and even though I was worn out, my body still
responded to his touch.

   I yawned again and was vaguely aware that he had went into the bathroom
and wet a warm washcloth and had brought it back and gently cleaned me up.
My eyelids grew heavy and exhaustion was upon me.  I was somewhere in a
semi conscious state when he clicked off the bedside table light and I felt
the weight of him lift the covers and crawl in next to me.  He reached for
me in the dark and pulled me to his side and wrapped an arm around me
pulling the blankets up around my shoulders.  I lay my head on his chest,
and listened to his heartbeat.  Somewhere between his even breathing and
the intoxication of his body heat, I fell quickly asleep.

   ****

   I roused from my slumber slowly, unmoving.  The first thing that I
noticed was that this wasn't my little bedroom at home, and the second was
the deep ache that ran the length of my inner thighs and up to the apex.  I
was lying on my left side and then acutely became aware of the weight of
the arm around my abdomen right below my breasts.  I felt the length of him
spooning my naked body and the previous nights activities stirred in my
minds eye.  Gone was the brave vixen who had ridden his cock instead
replaced by the shy little midwestern girl who was still only 19 and green,
though maybe a lighter shade.  I was hoping that he was still asleep so I
could take this quick minute alone to get my bearings and thoughts in
order. I felt my face blush and that stained all the way down my chest.  I
couldn't believe that I wasn't a virgin any longer.  For so many years it
had been the target of every boys desire to get to it.  And I had let this
sleeping man have it!

   My biggest irrational fear was quickly discarded as soon as I woke; that
I was not alone in the bed and he had not left me during the night.  My
second fear nearly paralyzed me: I had a severe case of bed head, I had bad
breath, I was naked, the safety of my T-shirt was bunched up on the floor
somewhere, and I had a gigantic 20 foot gap to cross to reach the confines
of the bathroom.  And it was finally daylight.  And I had jiggly bits. 
This didn't bode well for me.

   I felt him gently stir and the arm that had been laying across my
abdomen squeezed me tightly to him.  His face nuzzled into my shoulder and
I felt his lips lightly kiss my shoulder.  This fake sleeping stint of mine
couldn't last much longer.  I was just going to have to buck up and face my
fears head on.

   I arched my back and stretched like a cat against him; my entire body
outlining his.  I heard his sleepy little groans but I couldn't discern
whether they were words or not.  I felt his erection harden almost
immediately in response to my shifting buttocks.  I finally moved and
turned in his arms, facing him, but trying to keep my distance so I
wouldn't breathe right in his face.  My lips and mouth felt dry and I
craved a drink of water.  Completely ignoring my maladies, he kissed me.

   "Good morning," I offered coyly.

   He growled and grabbed my ass and squeezed and kissed me again.  "Yes it
is.  It's a perfect morning if you ask me."

   He seemed to have no morning trepidations.  I seemed alone in my
struggles, but his growing fervor and erection which rested on my thigh
began to stir my own longing of last night.  Even through the sore and well
used muscles, my body began to betray me and I felt myself becoming wet and
ready for sex once again.  Seemed like everybody in the room was on board
for more sexual favors except for my brain.  She was the last one, and
hardest to convince.

   "How do you feel this morning?" He asked me, forgoing his growing
passion and his voice softening with a touch of concern.

   That felt like a loaded question.  Even though I'd slept well, I still
felt tired.  My body hurt in places that I was never aware existed.  I felt
happy just to be with him.  I was worried what he might think about my body
when he saw its imperfections in the daylight as daybreak had illuminated
the room quite copiously.  I was wondering where in the hell was that
T-shirt.

   I offered up my best grin, "I'm fine."

   His hand stilled on my ass.  "Fine?  Just fine?  That is such a "Liza"
answer.  I want the truth."

   I couldn't tell him everything that was going on in my brain.  He would
think that I was crazy and I was trying to hide it as best I could.  I
settled for, "I feel like I've ridden a galloping horse all night
bareback."

   In fact, I had nothing to compare it to.  I had only ever ridden a horse
once at my great aunt's farm when I was 11.  And we slowly went in a
circle, never even a trot.

   "And I could settle for a drink of water and some food.  Maybe a shower.
I don't know why but I feel a little messy."

   He grabbed my ass and kneaded it in his hands.  I pressed our hips
together and his erection was hard between us, resting against my belly. 
This man was insatiable.

   "I think we could do that.  After that, what would you like to do?"

   His eyes twinkled and I swallowed.  I didn't think I could bare the hurt
of having him inside me again so soon after my first impalement even though
I yearned for more of him.

   "We are in a National Forest.  We could take in the sights and sounds?"
I suggested.

   "I love all of the sights and sounds right in this room." He countered.

   My face heated.  "But...  I'm hungry.  Feed me." I stuck out my lower
lip and pouted.

   He sighed.  "If I must."

   He threw back the covers and hoisted himself from the bed.  "I'll go
warm up the water."

   He trudged into the small bathroom and I heard the faucet turn on.  A
few seconds later I heard him call out that it was ready.

   "You can go first." I recalled.

   His head popped out from behind the door frame.  "Excuse me?"

   "I said that you can go first."

   He walked towards the bed, completely naked, unabashed.  I wished that I
could be that confident.

   "I heard what you said, and I don't accept that as an answer."

   We stared at each other for a second, and I pulled the covers up and
hugged them closer to my chest, resolute.  I finally spied my t-shirt
bunched up and laying near the foot of the bed.  I looked back up at him.
"Then turn around."

   He guffawed, "I don't think so."

   "Please?" I felt my face turn to absolute fire.

   He bent down and pulled at my covers.  "Get out of this bed and get into
that shower with me, little girl!" I smiled and let out a squeal, a death
grip still on the sheet.

   Finally after figuring out that it was no use, I gave up my precious
covers and scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.  " Don't look." I
pleaded with one last feeble attempt of modesty.

   His eyes drank the sight of my nakedness.  "Not a chance.  There isn't
anything that I haven't seen, touched or tasted."

   Jake scooted up close to me and guided me back into the spray.  He
grabbed my arms away from my chest, placed them at my sides, and then took
my head into his hands and tilted it back.  The water ran over my hair
turning it from the color of rust into the dark copper of a well aged
penny. He bent in close to me and reached around me for a small bottle of
shampoo, his face within inches of mine, though he did not kiss me.  He
opened the bottle, squeezed a bit into his hand and then replaced the
bottle back on the shelf.  "Turn around." he instructed.

   I did as I was told.  His arm came up and around me and placed tender
hand on my throat just under my jaw and leaned my head back.  It was when I
felt his hands on my scalp shampooing my hair that my body began to relax
and open up to him.  Fingers in my hair is my kryptonite.

   I moaned in pleasure.  There was something so sensual in the simple
gesture that I could feel myself letting go once again.  He turned me
around and offered the bottle to me.  I eagerly took it this time and
placed a little in my hands and returned the favor.  Once we were
thoroughly lathered, we took turns rinsing.  He then grabbed the little bar
of soap but skipped the washcloth.  He sudsed up his hands and placed them
on my body.  He began at my shoulders and worked his way down to my
breasts, lingering there for a while.  He soaped my back and my butt, then
my belly.  He then pulled me close and rubbed himself all over my soapy
body.  The sensations drove me absolutely wild and my hands began to
feverishly roam his skin, hungry for every inch of him.  The soreness in my
groin was replaced by a different ache, a want that had consumed my soul
for much of the evening last night.

   We had stood under the water for enough time for the soap to be washed
from our bodies and he sucked and licked his way down mine until he had
come to a kneel, his nose nuzzling my most sensitive spot.  I leaned my
back against the shower wall and lifted a foot to rest on the side of the
tub, granting him better access.  When his tongue probed at the lips of my
pussy, I groaned so loud and my one good knee almost gave out.  I stuck my
hips out as far as I could to get him out of the spray of the water, but to
also give him a better angle.  When his lips found my pulsating bud, he
sucked mercilessly at it and inserted a finger in me at the same time,
although this time, there was no membrane to maneuver and his finger slid
in and out of me effortlessly.

   My hips began to buck and my leg rested against the tub began to shake
involuntarily.  I thought i was going to pass out from all of the pleasure.


   "Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake!" I begged.  I placed two hands on either side
of his face and tried to pull him away.  He looked away and up at me for a
second, "Please, I can't take it!"

   Without a word, he raised from his stooped position to stand above me
once again, but he left his fingers buried inside me.  He placed his other
arm around me and pressed me up against his body, the water pelting us
both. He kissed and sucked my neck as fingers retreated from their hideaway
and began to flick at my clit.  My body pulsed into his hand and i could
feel the building pressure and flutter of my impending orgasm.  I was no
stranger to those, as I had pleasured myself before, but this was the first
time that anyone else was ever in control of my body in that way.  The
muscles in my abdomen began to tighten and I could feel my vaginal walls
begin to do the same.  I called out his name time after time once again,
but this time it wasn't to have him stop the overload of sensations, but
kind of a mantra for him to keep doing what he was doing.  I squeezed my
eyes shut and began to feel myself fall over that edge.  I bit at my lower
lip and then cried out as the first waves of pleasure racked my body and
the vaginal contractions started.  My legs convulsed and I wrapped my arms
around his neck to keep from falling down.

   I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and my breathing came out in short
bursts.  After a minute of recovery, I lowered my leg and stood on two
unsteady feet, slightly swaying.

   "That's my girl." He purred into my ear.  I looked down and saw his
severely engorged erection pointing right at me.  Running on instinct, I
wrapped my hand around him and began to gently pump my fist while my other
and cupped his balls and caressed them, giving them a tender squeeze.  My
hand worked in syncopation with one another, and I increased the pressure
in which I held him, occasionally switching hands.  Pretty soon I felt his
balls tensing up in the hand that was caressing him.  I knew it wouldn't be
long until his release came, so I moved in closer to him and pointed his
engorged cock towards my chest and belly.  It was at this time that I felt
his body tense up and he gave a cry of pleasure as his own orgasm overtook
him.  His hot cum shot over my belly and some landed on my breasts while
the last spasms ran their course.  He bowed his head, eyes closed and
touched his forehead to mine as I waited with him for the last bits of his
recovery.

   I shivered slightly.  In some point of our adrenaline infused haze the
water had turned colder.

   He reached behind me and adjusted the faucet, but with little avail.  We
quickly finished our showers in the tepid water.  As we stepped out, he
handed me a towel and we dried off.  Without the flood of hormone seeping
through my system, my brave face began to seriously falter and fail. 
Modesty came back at full force and I became acutely aware as he stopped
toweling his own body and came closer to me and started helping me dry my
own.  After all, I thought that I had been doing a pretty thorough job
myself, but I obviously had missed some spots.  That damn blush had also
come back as well, giving my discomfort away.  I saw a grin slowly spread
across his face and I could tell that he was inwardly enjoying my torturous
moment as he continued the job.

   The one thing that I had never grown an appreciation for were the big
mirrors that were installed into motel bathrooms.  And still, I hadn't
grown a true appreciation for the reflection of the girl that stared back
at me yet.  Her belly was too soft.  Her skin was too translucent.  Her
boobs weren't evenly matched and her smile was crooked among other dislikes
that she nit-picked.  So it came as a surprise that when we finished drying
ourselves and began to walk out of the bath past that mirror, Jake grabbed
my hand, pulled me in front of him, wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled
my ear.  I spied our reflections but then instinctively averted my eyes
downward.

   "Honey, look up." He said quietly in my ear.

   I shook my head no.

   He kissed my ear, and even though I wasn't looking, I'm sure his eyes
were drinking me in.  His hands began to roam across my skin.  "Please look
up.  There is a beautiful girl I want you to see."

   I couldn't help myself but smile a little at his enthusiasm.  Me? 
Beautiful?  His fingers tantalized my skin.  Closing my eyes for a second
to relish his touch and to gather my confidence, I opened my eyes and
tilted my head up a bit and stared at our reflections.  Jake continued to
murmur in my ear; words of encouragement, but I was lost in my own thoughts
as I took in his words.

   His eyes twinkled devilishly and were the color of clear October skies.
They crinkled when he smiled at me.  His voice was soothing.  His age,
confidence and experience dwarfed all of mine and normally I would feel
insignificant next to a partner like that, but at that moment I seemed to
be the most important object of his admiration.

   We stood there for what seemed like a long time until my stomach began
to growl audibly.  Hesitantly, he let me go and we dressed for our days
adventures.

   After driving around to the front of the motel we went inside to grab a
quick breakfast.  We chose a semi private spot under an atrium tucked away
in the corner.  I didn't say much and neither did he, but as we dined in
silence I met his eyes a few times and he grinned at me.  A few times I had
to adjust in my seat as the extra movement and walking around made me
highly aware of the ever growing tenderness between my legs.

   A couple more travelers joined us in the breakfast room and I turned my
attention to them.  Did they know what had conspired just a few doors down
last night and this morning?  Were there any telltale signs that I had lost
my virginity to the man sitting across from me?  Was there anyone in the
room beside us, and were the walls so thin that they just so happened to
hear our voices raised in ecstasy, and were they in this room looking for
the culprits?  Did they know that my life had just changed drastically?  I
felt like I had a gigantic scarlet A emblazoned on my chest.

   I turned my attention back to our table.  I looked at Jake but his
attention was turned toward his breakfast at the moment.  I looked at his
hands and my eyes glazed over.  Those hands had been all over my body,
those fingers were inside of me.  Those hands shattered my world this
morning with an orgasm unlike any other I'd experienced before it, almost
if he had known where to touch better than I ever had.  They had roamed my
body, places that no other hands had ever been.  I began to zone out and
started to think about and relish those magical moments when I had been
straddling his hips and rubbing the length of him, grinding my pussy
against him.  I saw him on top of me and felt the length of his entire cock
squeezed by the tight confines of me, the tickle of his balls against my
ass, and then every inch of him as he withdrew only to do it all over
again. I saw the muscles in his arms straining and heard the slap of our
skin as we joined together time after time.  My sex began to ache once
again and I shifted in my seat.

   "Hello?"

   My head snapped up.  He was looking straight at me.  "Hello!  Hi! 
Welcome back.  Where have you been?"

   I bit at my lip, "Just thinking."

   "With a face that red, I'd love to know what it was you're thinking
about."

   He knew damn well what I was thinking about.  He was just trying to
torture me again!  I looked down at his finished plate.  "Are you ready?" I
asked.  Anything to take the heat off of me.

   "I have been." He said with a huge grin, and by his tone I could hear
the implications.

   We had driven around and explored the nearby forest for much of the day,
but the only real way to explore somewhere new is to get out and walk, so
we did just that.  We found ourselves alone on many of the trails, and as
the day continued on I could feel the sexual tension beginning to grow
between us.  With all of the climbing that we were doing, my legs quickly
began to tire.  The next trail that we had found was an easy little stint
through a wooded area.  Jake walked behind me but even without him in my
line of vision I was still highly aware of his presence and what must be
going through his mind because, to be honest with myself, I was thinking it
too.

   When the trees cleared and we found ourselves standing on the edge of a
cliff I had to take a moment to take in the beauty of it.

   "Gorgeous!" I exclaimed, entranced by the landscape that stretched out
before me.

   He came up behind me, put an arm around my middle and nuzzled my hair.
"Yes, it is."

   Shivers ran down my neck and down to my feet.  Should we just go back to
the room right now and should I just forget the pain?  It will only be just
a little discomfort I told myself.

   He began to kiss my jaw and my neck and I had almost convinced myself to
tell him to take me back to the room until I heard a rustling off in the
nearby woods.  I looked behind me and saw a couple walking down the trail
that we had just come from.

   "People!" I quietly hissed and broke away from him as quick as possible,
as if it were some sort of crime that we were caught together.  We both
were hundreds of miles away from anyone we knew but I just couldn't stand
to take that chance.

   I stepped to the side of him and leaned up against the little fencing
that surrounded the bluff.  I was disappointed that I had broken free from
his touch, but it was almost from some hidden instinct, not from shame.  I
almost felt like we were wasting our time out in nature and that we should
be back in that room soaking as much of each other up as possible as our
hours were limited and I just couldn't get enough of him, even if i wasn't
outwardly showing it.  On the other hand, I was fighting a physical battle.
I was sore from his penetration last night and tired from all of the
walking done today.  The last thing I wanted to do was to get him amped up
and then have to tell him to stop because it hurt too much.  I didn't want
to be responsible for his disappointment.

   We took a few moments to admire the view a little more, trying to wait
out our new friends visit, but when they decided to have a seat, we took
off again back up the trail we had come in on.  When we were once again
hidden by the tree cover, Jake stepped up close to me and put his arm
around my shoulders leading me back to the car.

   The afternoon wore on and the hours seemingly disappeared without a
trace.  While he drove I struggled to keep my eyes open, intermittently
napping in the passenger seat.  Whilst in the middle of one said naps, I
felt the car come to a stop and felt his hand on my shoulder.

   "Liza, wake up and take a look."

   I lifted my head to the lake in front of us and the brilliant yellows,
blues, pinks, purples and reds reflected in it nearly took my breath away.
It was absolutely gorgeous!  However, I suddenly found myself emotional. 
The afternoon was fading into night, and the night would do the same.  Our
last night together...  and we would both be parting ways come the morning.
We both had our separate lives to get back to; I wasn't fooling myself and
I never had from the beginning, but I felt a sadness sweep over me
regardless.  I sincerely hoped that my face didn't betray me.

   At that moment all that I wanted to do was to get back into the privacy
of the room and love on him anyway that I could.  I couldn't bear to lose
anymore precious minutes.

   "I'm ready to go back if you don't mind." I told him.

   I thought I saw a hint of relief wash over his features as if he'd been
waiting to hear those words all day.  "Sure," was all he said as he turned
the key in the ignition.

   The room was a little chilly upon our arrival and the bed, which had
been rumpled when we had left, was now pristine.  I knew the maid must have
witnessed on a daily basis much raunchier scenes than the one that we had
made for her, but I couldn't help but find myself a little embarrassed. 
After the horrors of Jake pulling me out of bed naked in the morning, I had
completely forgotten to check the sheets in the middle of the bed.  Did we
leave a spot of evidence of my newfound admittance into womanhood?

   The bedside light clicked on and then I almost instantaneously felt my
jacket being pulled from my shoulders.  I twirled out of it and faced the
culprit of my sudden disrobing and just as suddenly my head was in his
hands and he was kissing me with a pent up passion that had been building
within him all day.  Without breaking the kiss, he shed his own jacket and
threw it on the chair along with mine.  A little shiver ran up my spine. 
In the last 24 hours that I had been with him and he had been nothing but
accommodating and gentle with me, treating me as delicate as I must have
appeared through my nerves.  This sudden change in him; his greedy tongue
exploring the depths of my mouth was exciting and highly erotic for me, if
nothing more than completely unexpected.  My belly fluttered in response,
my thighs tightened and I wrapped my arms around him.  He already had a
raging hard on and was running his fingers through my hair.  I thought for
sure that he was going to rip off the rest of my clothes and throw me on
the bed, but he broke the kiss just as suddenly and put his forehead to
mine, trying to gather some composure.  Fighting an inward battle, maybe?

   He had left me breathless and wanting more.  There was a part of me that
wanted to find out what it was like to be the subject of somebody's
overwhelming lust but secretly I knew that it would be too much for me too
soon.  After all, I had only just been introduced to this world and I had a
lot to learn.  I'd never been a very patient person and always thirsted for
knowledge, but now was not the time.

   I began to speak but it came out as a squeak, so I cleared my throat.  I
tried again.  "We have wine.  And strawberries.  Should we indulge?" I
asked.

   I grabbed the paper cups by the bathroom sink and ice bucket as he
uncorked the wine.  He poured a little into each of our cups and we took
the strawberries back to the bed.

   I wasn't going to let him know that I really hadn't drank alcohol before
either.  There had been that one time at my friends bonfire birthday party
when Jeremy gave me a shot of peppermint schnapps and I fell off the hay
bale backwards, but those were days that you didn't want to mention to your
lover.  I mean, what 19 year old virgin who doesn't sneak out of the house,
talk back and never drinks?  That's just lame.

   We kicked off our shoes and he sat with his back against the headboard
and I sat cross legged right next to him with the strawberries in between
us.  I took a few sips of the wine and though not sweet like the schnapps
that I remembered, the tartness was enjoyable.  Within a few minutes the
alcohol had found its way into my bloodstream and I felt the first waves
hit me.

   I began to relax, and we ate strawberries and talked.  My inhibitions
were starting to lower and conversation came easy.  After my second little
cup of wine, I reached to stretch over him to place my cup on the bedside
table and his arms went around me and I fell onto him.  I laughed and
positioned myself straddling his lap and placed my hands on his shoulders.
His hands landed on my ribs on either side of each of my breasts and I bent
down to kiss him.

   Some of the fervor from our previous kiss returned and I deepened this
one.  His hands began to travel from my ribs to the front of my chest, so I
reached down and pulled my shirt over my head.  His arms encircled me and
pulled me closer as he bent his face forward and began to kiss the skin
just above my bra.  When my head began to float I returned my hands to his
shoulders for support and I felt him unclasp my bra and slip it over my
shoulders.  With unobstructed access now that the fabric now gone, he
freely sucked, licked and kissed my chest, his hands scooping them up from
the bottom and sucking my nipples one by one.  When he gathered one up in
his teeth and gently tugged, I moaned audibly and spread my knees so my
groin could make better contact with his growing erection.

   I tugged at his shirt then he lay me back on the bed and undid the
button of my jeans.  With the help of the wine, any apprehensions that I
had about him helping undress me and seeing me at my most vulnerable were
gone.  He pulled at the fabric and my panties went with it.  Completely
naked, I eagerly reached out for his belt, but he stopped my hands.  In
answer, he got off the bed and kneeled by the edge.  He ordered me to scoot
my bottom to the edge and he grabbed my thighs to assist.

   With his face mere inches from my pussy, he took his fingers and rubbed
them along my wet slit.  Taking two fingers he pulled my labia apart and
then licked the length of me before his tongue dove into my slit.  My back
arched and my body came alive with a mind of its own.  While he lapped at
me hungrily, my arms stretched out and I grabbed at the covers to help stop
the room from spinning.  After a while his tongue found my clit and he
flicked at it.  Meanwhile I felt a finger rubbing outside of my pussy and
then slowly sink into me, the tender tissues making themselves known.  My
head came up to look down at him.

   "Jake, oh god...." I rasped, "Oh fuck!  Please stop!  That feels so
good!"

   My head fell back, my eyebrows turned down in turmoil.  I felt his smile
on me and I heard his muffled reply, "Then why do you want me to stop?"
Obviously pleased with his work.

   "Because, it's overwhelming!"

   Just to be mean, he licked me one more time and I let out a yelp.  He
continued his onslaught by kissing and nibbling my thighs and the sensitive
skin near my pelvis.  I reached out my hands toward him, "Help me up."

   He took my hands and helped lift me up after standing himself.  I
grabbed at his belt and suggested him to turn around and trade me places
while my trembling fingers started to I loosen it.  Sensing my eagerness,
he quickly came to my aid.  Once his belt was loose and his button was
popped, I went into a kneeling position pulling his jeans and underwear
down with me.

   His cock was fully engorged and sprang forward.  I took him in my hands
and kissed the tip of him, then licked the underside of his shaft.  A bead
of pre cum formed on the tip and I curiously licked it off, flicking my
tongue over him as I did so.  He tasted salty and it drove me into a
frenzy. He groaned and his cock twitched.  I brazenly wrapped my lips over
the head and sucked him as his hips bucked into my mouth driving him deeper
into my willing mouth.

   I stopped momentarily as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes and
sat on the edge of the bed that I had just abandoned.  I walked on my knees
and positioned myself between his legs then bent to continue my handiwork.
I ran my hands up and down each of this thighs as my mouth continued to
work on him, every once in a while cupping his balls and giving them a
tender caress.  His fingers played with my hair as my head bobbed up and
down on him in a slow methodical rhythm.  He brushed it to one side so he
could see my face.

   "Liza, climb back on the bed with me." He urged.

   I did as I was asked, finding myself in the middle of the bed and spread
my legs, opening my body to him and inviting him in.  He took his place
hovering on his hands and knees above me.  He placed his cock on my slit
and rubbed it between us, administering my fluids to our skin.  The same
electrical shock as last night jolted through my body.  He looked me in the
eyes and checked for any trace of question whether he should continue or
not.  I knew it would hurt a bit, but I needed him inside me again.  I
wouldn't settle for leaving here and having just had him inside of me once.


   "Okay?" He asked.

   "Okay." I confirmed.

   He reached down and positioned himself at my pussy then he slowly
entered into me.  It was so tight that it almost felt like I was losing my
virginity again, but I knew that that was long gone.  When he was fully
inside of me he stilled for a minute to let me adjust and then he began to
pump his hips.  His tongue tantalized my mouth while he made love to me
torturously slow.  When we had sex the night prior, I was caught up in all
of the different and new sensations that were bombarding me all at once. 
This was something utterly different altogether.

   When his rhythm sped up, I broke the kiss and wrapped both of my arms
around his neck pulling him into me as close as I could.  I closed my eyes
to concentrate and try to memorize the feeling of him.  I began to moan his
name.

   His hips slowed a bit, but he began to take longer and harder strokes.
It hurt, but on the down stroke, it felt like the head of his cock was
hitting something inside of me with a million nerve endings.  My toes
curled.

   I released his neck, widened my legs and lifted my knees toward my chest
allowing him deeper access.  He raised himself on his arms and looked down
at me.  He looked me in the eyes as he started to slam into me.  Those
nerve endings felt like fire and my moans began to get louder and turn into
whimpers of delight.  Every time we came together a whoosh of air left my
lungs.  His longing for me fed my hunger and I wanted him to fill me with
his cum.

   "Oh, god!  Oh god, Jake!" I screamed out, "Fuck me!  Jake!!  Fuck me
fuck me fuck me!"

   I was rewarded with his groans and strokes harder and deeper than
before. The sensitive little spot that he was hitting on the inside kept on
with its onslaught and I thought that I might pass out from the sensations
raping my senses.

   I reached for his chest absentmindedly and begged him not to stop.  I
called out his name a few more times, pleading, begging him not to stop.

   He slammed me down into the mattress and with a few more strokes, he
gave one final push into me before he let out a primal cry of release.  I
felt his cock twitch with spasm after spasm as he filled me with his sperm.


   Much like last night he had collapsed onto me and I welcomed his weight;
a thin sheen of sweat had gathered on our skin and our breathing was
ragged.

   He kissed my neck a few times and then reluctantly rolled over onto his
back beside me.  I cuddled into his side and lay my head on his chest. 
Neither of us spoke for a while.  Even though I didn't have the rush from
the hormones released at orgasm, my head still felt floaty.  His arm
wrapped protectively around me and he gave me a squeeze.

   "Are you okay?" He asked gently.

   I nodded my head against his shoulder in confirmation.  "Mmmmm hmm."

   I hurt and pulsated, but it was nothing that a good night's rest
wouldn't take care of.  His hand rubbed up and down my arm that I had
splayed over him, soothing me.  I heard his breathing relax and his rubbing
motions on my arm stilled.  His body sank into the mattress, and I knew
that he had fallen asleep.  I didn't dare move.

   Having been left alone to my own devices and wide awake, my mind began
to wander into places that I had previously forbidden it to go.  Where I
should have been happy and calm, a sadness inside of me began to brew.  In
my mind he was already gone, but he was right here holding me.  I was
confused why I felt this way.  I wanted to chalk it up to hormones but I
knew better than that.

   My skin grew chilly.  I didn't want to move to rouse him, but I began to
shiver.  Jake stirred and then woke up.  "I'm sorry I fell asleep."

   I looked at the clock, "It's okay.  It's late.  Let's get covered up."

   We both climbed under the covers and the light was switched off.  I felt
him spoon me from behind and pull me closer.  I closed my eyes to willed
myself to sleep, but it didn't come easily.  A long time after I had felt
his body relax and give in to a slumber did I finally drift off to my own.

   ****

   I was dreaming of straddling his face.  His hands on my hips and his
tongue probing me.  My body responded and I felt myself becoming wet and
shifting into his face.  His tongue swirled around my super sensitive clit.
Little shocks of pleasure electrified me.

   I gradually woke with the sensations still consuming me and soon came to
the realization that though I had been dreaming of his tongue, he was wide
awake propped up next to me on his arm and it was his fingers working on my
sensitive little bud.  His face was barely lit in the bluish light of pre
dawn filtering in from the windows but I could see lust painted all over
it.

   I couldn't deny that what he was doing to me was working so I gave in
and moved closer to him.  Pressure increased on my clit and he began to
work faster and I could feel my lower tummy begin to flutter.  He took one
of my nipples into his mouth and the combined sensations quickly built to a
crescendo.  My sex tightened in response and every muscle in my body began
to tense.  As I began to fall over pleasures edge I muttered his name as
the spasms hit me.  My head and shoulders lifted off of the pillow, and as
soon as my orgasm was done, I fell back with a thud trying to catch my
breath.

   He greeted me with a kiss.  "Good morning beautiful."

   I swallowed trying to sooth my parched throat.  If I could admit
anything to myself it was that I was going to miss being roused in that
manner.

   After a quick (okay, not so quick) shower together we dressed and
grabbed a quick breakfast.  My nagging sense of foreboding came back and I
tried to hide it as best I could.  I wanted breakfast to last longer than
it did.

   After we came back to the room, we both packed up what little we had and
slipped into our jackets.  I gave the room one last glance over as he led
me out the door and closed it behind him.  He walked me to my car that had
been parked since Monday and after I had swung the hatch open, he deposited
my duffle in the trunk area.  I got into my car and started it to let it
run and get warm.

   As I stepped out of the seat and closed the door behind me, Jake walked
up next to me and grabbed my hands.

   This was the hard part.  What do you say to someone you've just bared
your soul and body to?  'Thanks for the screw, be seeing ya!' No.  'So when
do we get to do this again?' Ugh, no.  Man, why weren't there instructions
to this sort of thing?  I swallowed hard then finally spoke, "I have had a
really great time.  Thank you so much.  You know, for everything." I hoped
that it didn't sound as awkward to him as it did to my own ears.

   He pulled me into a hug, "You're welcome.  I hope I didn't hurt you."

   Tears sprang to my eyes and I squeezed them shut quickly to hide the
evidence before he broke our embrace and saw the sadness that I was trying
so desperately to conceal.  "You didn't.  I loved it." And before I could
think, "I love you."

   I stopped breathing for a second.  Crap!  I didn't mean to say that.  I
didn't want it to come off the wrong way and have it sound like he took me
to bed once and now had to deal with an emotional imbalanced clinger.  I
held myself to a higher standard than that.  We had shared virtual hugs and
kisses, even the occasional 'love ya!', but I had never used those three
sacred words before, not in this context, anyway.  Anyone from the outside
looking in would be quick to judge, but I liked to think that even though
as young as I was, I was mature enough to know what my heart could handle
and recognize the desires it held.

   I was beginning to form some incomprehensible babble in my mind trying
to smooth it over with something like 'I mean, not like THAT way, you know,
like....  THIS way...' when he pulled back from me, held my face in his
hands kissed my lips gently and then kissed my forehead and said, "I love
you too, Liza."

   I nearly physically deflated from relief.  He didn't misread my
intentions.

   "Drive safely, and let me know that you made it back home when you get a
chance." He said as he opened my car door.

   I got into my car and he closed the door behind me.  After I buckled up
I put the car in gear I waved goodbye to him.  He waved back as I drove off
and I watched him watch my car until I rounded the corner and made my way
to the road.

   When I made it back onto the interstate headed west, I felt numb.  I put
the car into cruise and let it navigate me along the mostly empty roadway.
I must had driven for 20 or so miles before I even thought about turning
the radio on to help keep me company, though it was more or less a
background soundtrack to what had just conspired those last few days.

   The inside of my thighs burned and I had never felt a pain so delicious
as that.  It would take a few days for the evidence of where he had been to
fade, my constant reminder for the time being.

   After a few long hundred miles spent inside of my brain, I crossed over
the Mississippi and the last 40 miles to home looked familiar, as nothing
had changed in the 2 days of my absence.  Although that wasn't entirely
true.  I was different.  Outwardly, things looked much different to me,
like that of a blind woman seeing for the first time.  Colors seemed more
vivid.  Sounds, sharper.  I felt more aware of my surroundings.  Inwardly I
was acutely aware of my body and just what it could do for me.

   I smiled all the way home and was grateful that upon my arrival I was
met by an empty house.  I turned off the car and sat in silence in the
driveway albeit the faint tick of the cooling motor.  I hugged the steering
wheel to my chest and rested my chin on top of it for a minute, staring out
the windshield to the woods beyond my house.  Losing my virginity may not
have been the most graceful experience thanks to my awkward and shy
demeanor, but at least having chosen Jake, my first time experience was
shared with someone who could appreciate it for what it was worth and
hadn't left me with regret.