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From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon)
Subject: {Pendragon} new "April's First 02" ( mf 1st rom ) [2/3]
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APRIL'S FIRST 02
By Uther Pendragon
No sooner was April committed than she regretted it. She decided that
the bracelet was causing her to make Brian more significant than he really
was. If she lost her virginity to him, that made him significant. She was
tempted to throw away the bracelet and wait. But that was ridiculous; she
loved Brian, loved the way he could make her feel. Could another boy make
her feel like that? In some ways, certainly; but loving Brian was part of
the feeling. In any case, going to Brian's tomorrow was less sluttish than
going looking for another boy to make her feel that way.
Brian had received no relief. He headed straight for his room when he
got home. While he stripped, he pictured April in his bed. That was
great, but anticipation would be better. He pictured her entering his
room, pictured himself removing her blouse, pictured her looking about his
room, pictured her being appalled at the mess.
That would be horrible. He started straightening his room. He put on
his robe to take all the fragrantly dirty clothes from his corner to the
laundry baskets in the basement. He grabbed a clean set of sheets and
pillow case, but decided to wait until morning to change the bed. The
*Playboy*s went into his closet. While there, he gathered all the loose
hangers and shoved the clothes to one side. Then he hung up everything
that was sitting around loose. He fetched the condom from its hiding
place, placed it in the drawer next to his bed, and dropped a paperback
book on top of it.
With all the preparation that could be done in silence done, he set
the alarm a little early and adjourned to his anticipations. He pictured
April walking in the door and removing her clothes. When her image reached
over and touched his cock, the real one erupted. He cleaned up and dropped
off, thinking of the taste of April's breasts.
April alternated between a stew of reluctance and daydreams of
anticipation that day. Not only did she not learn anything in any of the
classes, but her emotions had utterly defeated her deodorant. She felt
sticky. She located Brian in the hall before his last class. "Look," she
said, "I'll have to be twenty minutes late."
"That's fine," he replied. "I trust you to come."
She was a little dismayed by that easy acceptance; but, in truth,
Brian also had some preparations still undone. On the bus home, he decided
that showering was more important than vacuuming. After the shower, he
dressed in shorts, slacks, shirt, and slippers. He shut the doors to his
mother's room and the guest room before he started vacuuming his room.
He wasn't finished when he heard the doorbell. He ushered April into
the house and closed the door before they kissed. She was wearing a nice
dress, but not a fancy one. "Look," he said, "give me five minutes."
April felt awfully lonely sitting in the living room, listening to the
vacuum run.
"Couldn't he finish his chores *afterwards*," she thought. There was
a clatter as the vacuum was pushed away into another room, and he was back.
"Sorry," he said. "I might not be able to provide the silk sheets and
champagne, but I figured that the piles of junk and the dust bunnies would
be a little much." She felt better about that, much better after he kissed
her enthusiastically.
"You didn't have to do that."
"Sure I did," he answered. "I only wish that I could have done more.
Do you want a Coke or something?" Slightly more than he wanted to strip
her and enter her, he wanted to communicate that he cared for her as a
person and wasn't only thinking about stripping and entering her.
The awkwardness of the situation had already made April feel
uncomfortable; Brian's lame attempt at being a host made it worse. "No,"
she said, "nothing." Then, as he took her hand and led her to the stairs,
she realized that she had refused any chance at delay.
He grew harder as he watched those hips tighten in turn as she walked
up the stairs in front of him. On this floor, only two doors weren't shut
tight. The fully open door was obviously his room, and she walked into it.
"Why am I doing this?" she thought. She looked around. His
straightening things up clearly hadn't been compulsive, but the floor was
clean and no clothes were visible. Several sports posters were on his
walls, dominated by a huge one of Michael Jordan shooting a basket. This
was at the foot of his bed. The bed. It was neat with the sheet folded
back and the blanket in a folded pile at the foot. It was really a narrow
bed, as narrow as hers. Yet it looked awfully intrusive in the room.
This had been Brian's fantasy of the night before, April in his room.
He slowly came up behind her and put his arms around her. She turned,
partly to take her eyes off the bed, and ducked her head into his shoulder.
He kissed her forehead. "I do love you," he said. "I love you very much."
"Oh, I love you too." She must, or this afternoon was a horror. She
raised he face for a real kiss, and he was gentle and tentative and kept
his mouth closed. Then he licked her lips before penetrating them. The
kiss was long and hot before he moved his hands from her back. Then he
shifted, still with his mouth joined to hers, so that he could reach the
buttons on her dress. He undid all of these before breaking the kiss. He
brushed the dress off her left shoulder and kissed the point of her
shoulder bone. Then he moved inward from that point, kissing to her neck
and then her ear. She shivered at these attentions and wiggled to escape.
"Does this go up or down?" he asked, holding the collar of her dress.
"Huh!" she answered. "Down, I guess." He brushed the top off her
shoulders and held it as it fell away. He hung it in the closet, in a wide
gap between his clothes. When he turned he got a clear look at her bra and
panties. They were matching, frilly, and white.
"White for a virgin," he thought. She would be his first, but she was
more than that. She was untouched.
She had chosen the sexy underwear, but she hadn't thought of him
staring at her from yards away in the light streaming in the windows. Her
arms moved of their own volition to cover breasts and groin.
Seeing this, he closed the gap between them and held her again. "You
look lovely," he said. They kissed again, while his hands passed all over
her smooth back. She removed her glasses and put them on the desk.
Myopic, she had a hard time remembering that others could clearly see the
fuzzy shapes around her. She now wanted the illusion that Brian couldn't
see her clearly.
She returned to his embrace. His hands resumed their wandering,
passing over her hips and sides and back. They stopped, finally, at the
bra clasp; he drew back. "Look at me," he said. With his eyes locked to
hers, he undid the clasp and drew it forward. She shrugged the bra down
her arms, and he took it from her. He turned to toss it onto his desk and,
when he turned back, looked straight into her eyes before deliberately
dropping his gaze onto her chest. She was blushing again, but her nipples
hardened. "You are so beautiful," he said.
When he kissed her this time, his hands slid all over her breasts. He
clasped her right one with her nipple digging into his palm, while he
pulled her into a tight hug. She was aware of his kiss, and the fire
spreading from her breast, and his hardness against her belly. He moved
her backwards until she felt the bed pressing against her legs. She pushed
him away and sat to remove her shoes. He began undressing too.
Insufficiently hidden by the sheet, she watched him toss his shirt
onto a chair. She'd seen that naked chest before, although seldom so pale.
He kicked off his slippers before pulling down his slacks. She thought
that his tented underpants were ridiculous, but he kept them on when he
followed her into bed.
Again, he kissed her. Then his kisses were roving all over her face
as his hand roved over her torso. His mouth passed down her neck and chest
to her breast. He held the breast up to his eager mouth as he licked and
sucked. His hand spread her thighs and caressed them as he switched to her
other breast. She was flushed and panting, and her hips were seeking his
hand before he moved back on his knees. "Help me," he said as he tugged at
her panties. She raised herself and slipped them down off her hips. He
removed them the rest of the way.
The afternoon light gave him a clearer view of her nakedness than he
had ever had before. Her face was slightly flushed as it was after she
played hard. Her breasts were whiter than the rest of her skin, firm
mounds -- even when she was lying on her back -- topped with red-brown
areolae and nipples. Her slim belly led to a sparse patch of hair, a shade
lighter than her head, gold to its bronze. Even from his position he could
see through the hair to the engorged outer lips and a faint line that
suggested the inner ones. He felt that it was a shame to cover such
beauty, but he couldn't resist touching her there. He covered the hair
with his palm before looking in her eyes. "You are so beautiful," he said.
Then he closed his hand on her warmth.
She warmed to his touch before flushing at the compliment. She
yearned for his touch and knew how it could thrill her. She feared his
intrusion which seemed so imminent now, but wanted this waiting to end --
if even in pain.
He eased himself down on his side again. As he began a deep kiss, he
parted her labia with his fingers. He stroked her moisture upward, then
across her clitoris. This process seemed to take forever, but finally she
stiffened. He broke the kiss to say "I love you, April." Then he moved
back to the peak of her breast.
When he dropped to his side, she relaxed a little. The kiss was
familiar, and the strokes toward her center were delightful. Only the
expectation of his pounce distracted her from the flow of pleasure, then of
tension. When the tension came, however, it brought with it a feeling of
love for devoted Brian. He brought her so much pleasure and took such
effort to bring it, that he must care for her. Just when she was thinking
that, he said it. Buoyed by a rare agreement of thought and sensation, she
entered paradise -- held in his hands, and quite alone.
He felt her tense under his hand and lips; then he felt her shudder
and finally collapse. "Oh, my darling," he said. And she was his darling,
and she was his, and she would really be his. That thought sent him to the
drawer. He shoved down his shorts with the condom in his hand, then
fumbled open the foil and tried to figure which side went on him. That
solved, feeling the peculiar tightness of the rubber on his throbbing
member, he tried to climb between April's legs. There was barely room for
one knee.
April went from ecstasy to lassitude to loneliness in seconds. She
wanted Brian to hold her. Then she almost panicked. He towered over her,
too far away to be comforting, near enough to be threatening. She had seen
his cock peeking discretely up from his lap, held it and stroked it, felt
it stiffen and pulse and soften. Now, however, Brian was kneeling erect
above her thighs. His cock was projecting above her. It looked much
larger than she remembered, shiny white, and very threatening.
She couldn't bear looking at it, but she couldn't tear her eyes from
it. Then she did, and his face was more frightening. He was as grim as
she had ever seen him, when he was supposed to look soft and loving -- and
happy, *one* of them should be enjoying this. She tore her eyes away once
more, and saw an orange blob. "What was that?" she thought "Oh, the
basketball on the poster." She tried to focus on that.
He bent to kiss her breasts once more. The nipples' response was as
enthusiastic as ever. He felt her relax and then move her hips. He pushed
against her left leg but got no response. "I love you, April," he raised
off her breasts to say. "Let me."
The words brought her attention back to his face. He was looking
worried now, and his voice -- at least -- was soft. She couldn't remember
her reasons to fear him or to resist. Slowly she parted her legs. He
knelt between them before pressing them wider apart.
He could tell that she was nervous and that her acceptance was more
mental than physical. He spread his own knees to hold the territory that
he had gained before bending his lips once more to her breasts. This time,
his hand was busy at her entrance. First he smoothed her liquid over her
clitoris and the folds around it. Then, as her breath increased, he used
the tips of his fingers to open her and spread the lips wide for his
approach.
She felt a gathering excitement and then herself being opened. She
felt him kiss her just before he nuzzled into her opening. "Don't hurt
me," she begged silently, not sure whether she was addressing Brian or God.
He was there. He could feel himself at her entrance, about to become
a man. "Say yes," he begged, adding silently, "Don't be hurt." He wished
that she wouldn't look so scared.
She braced herself, then said, "Yes. Please yes." He moved inward
gently, awkwardly. It stretched her a little, but caused not the slightest
pain. Then he filled her completely, and she held him completely. She
widened her thighs to let his groin press against hers. It was painless.
More than that, it was glorious.
Brian's entire consciousness seemed concentrated in his cock as it
pressed into April. The smooth progress, the tight pressure, seemed so
different from his hand or hers. "I've done it," he thought. "We've done
it. We are actually fucking." Some fraction of his mind, however, was
still conscious of April's tension. And that part noticed when she
relaxed. "Darling," he asked, "are you all right?" A moment later, he was
completely enclosed.
"I'm fine," she said, "marvelous. Oh, Brian!"
"Do you hurt? Can I move?"
"No. Yes. Please move." She gave a wiggle to convey her meaning.
Then Brian began slow strokes in and out. These evoked a tickling,
tingling feeling within her, something like the feeling his fingers
produced.
Brian felt the smooth slide through the clasping warmth more acutely
than any sensation that he had ever felt before. But that was the lesser
part of his elation. He was doing it at last, and he had broken in a
virgin on his first time, and he had taken her virginity without hurting
her, and *it was April*. They were together, and they would never part.
And then there was only him and his orgasm.
He pulsed as he always did, but the emotions which rushed into him as
his seed rushed out were untinged with shame for he first time. He felt
triumph and he felt love. He had overcome April and he would never do
anything against her. Then it was only sensation.
Then he collapsed.
April enjoyed his movements within her. She felt her tension build.
Then Brian was only a gasping weight. She hugged him for a minute,
thinking that they had done it. Then he was just heavy, and slipping out.
Brian grasped the rubber and made sure that it came out with him. He
turned from her and dropped it in the wastebasket. He lay on his side
close to her. "I love you, April," he said. He waited for a response
before, hearing none, he kissed her. Then he covered them with the sheet.
"It really didn't hurt?" he asked.
"No," she said. Then a thought struck her. "It really was my first
time, though."
Brian may have thought that he had become a man; but he answered as a
boy, concerned only with what bothered him. "I know. I can't give you a
ring, Ape. I don't deserve your virginity."
"I never asked for a ring. We have too much to do." She looked at
him. He didn't look convinced. She feared that making her case again
would just be protesting too much. He had been her first, he should have
figured that out, why was he doubting her now? She had feared the pain so
much, and now the painlessness was going to make everything worse. "What's
wrong?" she finally asked.
"Too much to do," he replied. "Ape, we have more than two years of
high school left. Then what?" He got up. "I'll be back in a second." He
used the toilet and then washed off his genitals. He didn't want to hug
her with that mess on him.
"I can't support you on a high-school diploma. I didn't take shop
when it was offered, because I was going to be a college-educated manager.
Not that my parents would have let me. Not that I'm great with tools. And
I don't think that I can wait even the two years!
"This was great, this was wonderful. But can we do it again? Can we
sneak around for -- what? -- six years." He flopped face-down on the bed.
Even to April's self-preoccupation, this did not sound like a boy who
was about to abandon her because of suspicions about her virginity. Brian
was worrying about their future. She wasn't sure that she wanted to marry
him, but she was sure that she wanted him to want to marry her. Everything
that they had done was now all right. She hugged his back to comfort him,
as she had often done before. Her breasts were warmed against his skin,
and the hug was suddenly different from any previous one.
Brian felt two nipples firming against his back. April had intended
the hug as a comfort, and it was; but it was even more arousing than
comforting. "Loose," he said. When she had loosened her grip, he turned
around to return the hug. "You're such a wonderful person, April. It's as
much your problem as mine, but your first thought is to comfort me. I love
you." First, they had a long kiss with tongues at play; then he kissed
her face all over. When his kisses moved to her breasts, she kissed the
shoulder that she could reach. He avoided her nipples as long as he could
resist that attraction, but he succumbed at last. April arched into his
kiss, and the nipple -- in extending -- seemed to be reaching out for his
tongue. She gasped and pushed him away. "Your breasts are so beautiful,"
he said. "*You* are so beautiful."
April pushed him down in the bed. "Let me look at you," she said,
surprised at her own boldness. He lay flat, though his own eyes kept
roaming over her. Most of what she saw was the Brian she knew, if a little
paler. One organ, however, lay flat on his stomach. It was redder than
the flesh under it, not white or shiny at all. She smiled at the belated
realization that she'd seen the contraceptive. When she reached a hand
over for a tentative touch, Brian hissed in a breath and it firmed in her
hand. "You look like you want to do it again."
"I want to," he replied. "I don't have to. This afternoon is the
finest time in my whole life." She thought for a moment. She couldn't
think of any reason not to continue; then she could.
"Do you have another of those ... ?"
"Rubbers," he said and reached for his pants. "I love you, Ape; and
this time I'll do it right." He put the rubber from his wallet on the
corner of his desk before lying down beside her and taking her in his arms
again.
They kissed again before his mouth returned to her breasts. Soon his
hand was between her legs, and she was awash in sensation. He stopped just
when the familiar tension was building. He pulled her hand to his organ
for a minute, and she felt him swell and stiffen. She watched him roll the
rubber on, then move into position. There was a little gentle poking down
there before he found just the right spot and eased in.
"I love you, April. Oh I love you," he said as he began to move. The
movement felt odd until she shifted a bit. Then it felt almost as exciting
as his hand had. She tried to hug him, but that interfered with his
motion. Then she rested her hands on his back and felt the motions above
her as well as within her. When he bent his head to kiss her, she felt his
chest rub against her nipples. Again the tension rose within her.
Somehow, Brian felt his motions within April's cunt more acutely
although his arousal built much more slowly towards its peak. Her lips
were sweet under his, the hard nipples of her breasts caressed his chest,
her thighs gripped his hips and moved with them. But it was the most
intimate contact which drew his attention. He slid up through April's
vagina until only his tip was inside and then thrust slowly in through
warm, slippery, clutching walls. His legs weren't used to either the
position or the motion, but he could ignore them and go on forever. He
dropped the kiss, however, to move a little more fully.
As Brian broke the kiss, April felt the first tendrils of her
anticipatory tautness. Her attention turned inward and to the motion which
was Brian's, but still within. She closed her eyes to better savor the
friction. When she opened them, there was an orange blur at the center of
her vision, being obscured by a flesh-colored blur in time to the motions.
She realized that it was the basketball on the poster hidden by Brian's
shoulder. That little puzzle solved, she stopped thinking to feel.
She was rubbed where she had never been rubbed before, she was filled
where she had never realized that she was empty. She was sheltered and
caressed by Brian's muscular body. Every thrust tingled her where her
groin and his were almost bumping. She matched his pace, rising to meet
him and falling back. Then she tensed until her hips were almost off the
bed.
Pleasure and relief rolled through her, pulsing along with their
motions. She moaned, and contracted, and burst into joy. And still Brian
was moving within her.
Brian believed nothing could match his sensations; but when he felt
April move with his rhythm, his pleasure soared. When she moaned and
clutched around him, the pleasure doubled. He straightened his arms and
thrust more forcefully to heighten her climax and reach his own which
seemed just one step ahead of him. Then it seized him and he drove himself
inward and gushed into her warmth.
He managed to fall sideways. They lay with their legs entangled and
their torsos apart while they caught their breaths. They were gazing into
each other's eyes. Not even teenage anxiety could see anything but love
there. He caught his breath first. "Love you," he said.
"Oh, Brian," she answered. There was so much to say and no words
could hold any of it. She started to pull the sheet over herself, but he
gestured to stop her.
"Please," he said. "You're so beautiful."
"Okay. But keep it short, I'm cold."
He covered her immediately and reached for the blanket. "That's more
important than my getting to see your beauty." When they were covered, he
hugged her tight. "Better way to keep you warm," he said.
"Much better," she replied. "You're nicer than any blanket."
The clock, however, was unsympathetically ticking away. There were
other pressures, as well. She soon needed to visit the bathroom. She
started to dress when she came back. Neither wanted the afternoon to end;
both could see that it had.
"You won't tell?" she asked.
"Never!" he replied. "You won't?"
"Carla. She keeps secrets." He was worried about that but had to
trust April. She had trusted him.
Uther Pendragon
Continued in part 3.
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