THE FIRST TIME In high school, I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't the school beauty either. I was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and skinny. I measured 35A-28-33. I had some good attributes, as everyone does. Mine were my big brown eyes and my long full reddish blonde hair. My legs are very long, but they were skinny with knobby knees. Twiggy was out of style by then. Girls with nicer curves were in. I was often referred to as "a stick", or "flat as a board". Teenagers can be so thoughtless, uncaring and mean. This made me very self-conscious. Chris and I met in college. I was having trouble in my organic chemistry class. Chris was an upper classman who was assigned to tutor me. He was the ideal guy to bring me out of my shell. He was gentle, caring, attentive, handsome, and honest. Even though he had been very popular at his high school, and was still popular in college, he really seemed to care about me. For me, it was love at first sight.

After a couple of tutoring sessions, a miracle happened. Chris asked me out. "I think we need to take a break. Why don't we go grab something to eat?"
I was almost too scared to reply, but I managed to stammer out, "Sure." How eloquent right?
After that, it became a regular thing. Chris would come to my dorm and help me with my chemistry. Then, we would go to get something to eat or see a movie. It was in a dark theater that he first kissed me. I did not have much experience kissing, but this one was wonderful. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as my lips opened to his gently questing tongue. I could feel my panties getting wet as the sensations coursed through my body. But, kissing was as far as we went.

After that night, we started making out on every date. As we were kissing one night, I felt Chris' hand was on my hip. Slowly, it started moving up my side. As it crossed my belly, I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth. But, as it gently clasped my boob through my bra, I got worried. I had very small breasts. What if he didn't like them? Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hand and pushed it back down to my hip. Chris settled for that.
On the next date, things went further. As we sat in his car, we were kissing and making out. Chris again tried to fondle my boobs through my bra. But, considering how small my boobs were, I wouldn't let him. I really liked Chris and did not want to run him off. As his hand moved up and closed over my boob, I pushed his hand downward. Opening my legs slightly, I pushed his hand between them. This was all the encouragement he needed. In a few minutes, he had worked his hand under my skirt, inside my panties and was rubbing my pussy. I had rubbed my pussy myself, but I had never allowed a boy to do that. This felt entirely different than it did when I masturbated myself. Soon, I was panting for breath and raising my ass off the seat to meet his hand. When he tried to pull my panties down, I stopped him. That was as far as we went that night.

Over the next month or so we went from his rubbing my pussy to where eventually my skirt and panties were lying on the floor and his fingers were thrusting in and out of my very wet pussy. That is how I had my very first orgasm, lying in the backseat of a 1968 Camaro. It felt wonderful.
Of course I was also curious about his cock. One night as I was lying in the back seat of his car, bottomless and spread wide to his fingers, I reached down and felt his cock through his jeans. It felt so big, hard and hot. It was the first time I ever touched a cock. As his fingers stroked my pussy, I got hotter and hotter. I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. Reaching inside I felt the smooth hard skin of his shaft throbbing in my hand. I pulled it out so I could see my first cock. It looked beautiful, but also scary. How could any woman fit something that big up inside her body?
I tentatively began to run my hand along Chris' hard cock, unsure what I should do. I marveled at how smooth it was. Precum was oozing from his cock. I took a finger and began rubbing it around his velvety head. I was mesmerized by his dick. How it would twitch every time I ran my finger under its head.

Chris stopped rubbing my pussy and sat back to give me more access. As I stroked it I saw another drop of precum form on the tip. Using my thumb, I rubbed it over the head. His moans of delight told me I was doing something right. Watching closely, I started pulling on the shaft as it gleamed in the moonlight.
Soon, I felt it start to twitch and throb harder in my hand. Chris reached down and grasped my hand. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come all over you." He gasped.
This intrigued me even further. Of course I knew that men squirted cum out of their cocks, but since this was the first time I had seen one, I had never witnessed a guy cumming. I wanted to make Chris cum.
Reaching down into my purse, I bought out a handkerchief. My mother had always insisted that I carry one with me. Somehow, I did not think this was the reason she had in mind. Placing it over the head of his cock, I wrapped my hand around it and started pumping his cock again.
Soon, he was arching his hips up to meet my hand. His gasps became moans as he neared climax. Suddenly he stiffened as I felt his warm cum flooding out of his cock and filling my handkerchief. There was a lot of it. I continued to pump his cock until he reached down and stopped me. I could feel my juices flooding out of me as I realized that I had just given my first handjob.

The next several dates ended with me giving Chris a handjob. But, we both wanted more. One Saturday night, we went to a movie with one of my classmates and her boyfriend. In the theater, Chris and I were kissing and making out. He tried to rub my pussy through my jeans, but I was afraid my friends would see us. Looking over at my friend, I saw her date had his hand up under her skirt. His arm was moving in a steady rhythm as he obviously pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her head was thrown back on the seat and she had one hand inside her blouse pulling on her nipple. As I watched, her back arched off the seat as she climaxed.
I was so turned on by what I had just seen, my juices were soaked through my jeans. As Chris and I drove back to the dorm, I was so hot I couldn't be still. I started rubbing his chest and then his cock. His cock was hard and hot inside his pants.
Chris suddenly turned down a dirt road and then off into the edge of a field. He blurted out, "I can't drive while you're doing that."
We kissed feverishly and then climbed into the backseat. Soon, he was naked and I was bottomless. He tried to unbutton my blouse, but again I stopped him. ""I'm sorry Chris. I'm sure you must be frustrated with me not getting completely naked, but I have my reasons. I can feel how excited you are, and appreciate the fact you aren't pushing for more."
Leaning forward, Chris kissed me tenderly. "I love you. I don't care if you let me play with your breasts or not. Your boobs don't make you any more or less of a woman."

That was the first time Chris had told me he loved me. My heart soared as I heard the words. He had to be the kindest most understanding man in the world. Kissing him back, I breathed, "Chris, I love you too."
As we kissed, Chris lay me down on the seat. It was very cramped. Rising up, Chris told me, "Just a minute."
Climbing naked out of his Camaro, Chris went to the trunk and opened it. In a minute I heard him calling softly for me. I peeking out of the car, I looked around and made sure no one was around. Walking around to the back, I saw a blanket spread out in the moonlight. Chris walked up to me and kissed me gently. Leading me by the hand, he walked over to the blanket and lay down. I quietly joined him on the blanket.
As we lay kissing on the blanket, Chris moved his hand down across my belly. I spread my legs in invitation as he cupped my pussy in his palm. He moved his hand and began to rub my swollen lips. One finger began tracing the wetness between my virgin inner labia. I was feeling warm all over and instinctively began to move against his touch. Chris slipped a finger inside my wanting pussy, and began to movie it in and out. I arched my back and gasped as my pussy eagerly gripped his finger.
I was getting sweaty as Chris was fingering my pussy. The feeling of something foreign invading my virgin pussy was overwhelming. He slipped another finger in and began to move in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Soon I was thrusting my hips forward to meet his intruding fingers.
"Oh God, that feels so good," I gasped. "You are making me tingle all over."
His hand was coated in the wetness seeping from my hot, wet pussy. I could feel my pussy working and pulling on his fingers as they slid in and out of me.
Chris pulled his fingers completely out of me just as I was nearing orgasm. I opened my eyes and panted, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Riding up on my elbows, I looked down my body, I saw Chris moving his face toward me. I tensed up as I felt his hands pushing my thighs further apart. Gently, he blew across my wet feverish pussy. The sensation of cool arm brushing the most private part of my body caused a bolt of desire to move through me. I allowed him to spread me wide before him. When I felt his tongue flick out and brush my wet lips, my body stiffened in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this! Hi tongue started running up and down my wet slit. I was in heaven! Falling back on the blanket, I succumbed to the feelings that were radiating out from between my legs.
I began to feel a hot tingle burning deep in my pussy. It began to work its way over my entire body. I could feel beads of sweat popping up over my body. The burning and tingling in my pussy became almost unbearable. I knew she was about to explode with the most furious orgasm I had ever experienced.
"Oh yes Chris. I'm cumming. Oh yesssss!" I screamed.
My body heaved and twisted on the blanket. My thighs clamped around his head as I kept his mouth pressed to my spasming pussy. I screamed as my body sent a torrent of juices shooting from my pussy, soaking Chris' face and mouth. He gulped eagerly as my juices filled his mouth. My pussy continued to spasm as an intense orgasm swept over my body.
As I lay gasping for breath, Chris moved up beside me on the blanket. He grinned at me as I fought for breath. "Oh My God! That has to be the most powerful thing I have ever felt." Chris kissed me gently and held me close as my body returned to normal.
This was a pattern that was often repeated over the next couple of weeks. Chris never pushed for intercourse. We just took pleasure in one another's bodies orally and then I would jerk him off.
One night as Chris was helping me with my homework, he looked at me and smiled. "What are you doing next weekend?" he asked.
Leaning forward, I kissed him. "Anything with you." I responded.
Caressing my hair, he told me, "There is a special place I want to take you. It is a couple of hours drive from here, but it is worth it." So, we made plans for the day.
I was going crazy with curiosity for days, but Chris would not tell me anything else except to dress comfortable.
The day finally arrived. I had packed a picnic lunch. As I walked out to meet Chris at his car, he looked at me and whistled. "WOW! You look really hot!"
My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. I was wearing red short shorts that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I was also wearing a white button up shirt that I had tied at the waist. This left my tanned waist exposed to the sun as well as his hungry eyes. I really enjoyed the way Chris looked at me.
As we drove away from the university, I snuggled up to Chris and sighed contently. We talked about everything as we happily drove. Eventually, Chris turned off the highway onto a gravel road. We drove three or four miles after leaving the highway. During the entire drive on the gravel road, we had not seen another car or person. We came to a small parking lot at the side of the road. As Chris parked the car, I looked around. Since it was a weekday, our car was the only one there.

I opened the car door and stepped out. It was so quiet here. You could hear the wind in the trees—and not much else. I immediately became aware of the quiet. It was an intense quiet broken by only the breeze and the calling of birds. Neither of us wanted to speak and break the almost silent rhapsody of nature's symphony. Taking me by the hand, Chris led me to a trail beside the parking area.
The cool clean air was a delight to breathe. My eyes wandered often as we strolled through the trees hand in hand. Birds made quick flashes of color as they flitted through the trees around us. Bright wildflowers covered the sides of the trail as if they had been planted there especially for us. I could hear the wind whisper through the tops of the trees.
In a few minutes, we came to the top of the mountain. Pulling me up onto a large gray rock, Chris looked into my eyes and smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked.
I didn't answer as I looked around with wonder, taking it all in. This spot was absolutely beautiful. We were standing in a small clearing surrounded by the national forest. The clearing was completely covered with different kinds of wildflowers. They formed a living carpet that reached to the base of the fire tower that stood in the center crowning the peak of the mountain.
Chris and I walked through the flowers to the base of the tower. As we climbed, the vista opened up before us. When we reached the top of the tower, I saw that it was a small room with a cluttered desk on one side. In the center was a sighting device that rotated. I turned slowly taking in the view from the windows that surrounded the small office like area. The land fell away from us on all sides. Other smaller mountains faded away into the distance. Below us, I could see the river weaving like a ribbon through the valley. We could see for miles. Chris had chosen a beautiful area for the picnic.

Chris walked up behind me and encircled my waist. Leaning forward, he breathed gently into my ear. He knows that gets me going. As he kissed his way down the side of my neck, his hands moved up to the knot on my shirt. I drew in a deep breath as he untied the knot and then started unbuttoning my shirt. I loved Chris and decided to give myself to him completely. Slowly, he slid my blouse down my arms to fall in a puddle at my feet. I turned and looked into his eyes. The love I saw was clear. Looking deeply into his eyes, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I had never let him see my breasts before, and was very self-conscious. As I slid the bra from my body, he looked at my boobs for the first time.
"They are beautiful." He breathed as he leaned forward and kissed each one. God, I loved this man. The feeling of his mouth on my nipples sent a jolt directly to my pussy. I could feel my juices running out of me as he kissed and suckled on my breasts. He rose up and we kissed deeply. Turning around, I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest against my back. Reaching around me, Chris cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He cupped them gently, kneading the soft mounds of my breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples by gently pinching them and rolling them. I felt myself getting even wetter between my legs, my pussy responding to attention he was showing my breasts. The first man to ever see or touch them.

He moved his hands to the tops of my thighs, sliding them up, seeking the warm wetness at the junction of my legs. His fingers brushed against my cloth covered mound, his warm hand covering it. I moaned as his thumb found the slit of my sex through the thin material. I knew he could feel the wetness of my pussy, knew he could smell my arousal. He gently kissed the side of my neck as his hands drifted slowly up to the waist of my shorts. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as I felt him unfasten the button. The zipper made a soft whirring sound in the silence as he slid it down. Kneeling behind me, he slowly pulled my shorts down my long legs. As they pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them. The back of my red bikini panties were directly in front of his face. He leaned forward and pressed his face against them. I shivered as I felt him deeply inhale the fragrance of my dripping pussy. Hooking the sides of my panties, he gently slid them off to join the shorts on the floor. For the first time, I was completely naked in front of him.
Tenderly he turned me around until I was facing him. As he knelt before me, his eyes looked up into mine with an expression of pure love that could not be faked. His hands moved around my hips in a gentle caress. Softly, he kneaded the cheeks of my ass. Pulling me to him, he pressed my curly mound to his face. Again, he inhaled deeply. I threw back my head, thrusting my pussy forward to meet his face. He rubbed his face up and down in my curls for a moment. Then, leaning back, he allowed his eyes to travel over my naked body that was displayed for him. He was taking in every detail, every curve and fold.

Rising to his feet, he took my face in his hands and kissed me so sweetly that I thought I would melt right there. I could feel the heat running through my body. My pussy was pulsing with need as I felt the wetness running down my thighs. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands move down to my hard nipples. Gasping in need, I thrust my breasts into his hands, seeking the roughness of his palms.
Fumbling, I reached down and unzipped his shorts as he pulled his shirt over his head. Kneeling before him, I pulled his shorts and underwear down together. As he stepped out of them, I tossed them to the side. Looking up, his hard cock was in front of my face. It bobbed in the air each time his heart beat. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it, slowly at first. At his look of pleasure, I lowered my mouth over him and started sucking on it. I had kissed and sucked his cock a little bit on earlier dates, but I never did it for very long and I certainly had never allowed him to cum in my mouth. I always finished him with my hand. I liked sucking his cock, liked feeling the pulsing of it in my mouth, the smoothness of it in my hand, and the thrill I felt when hearing Chris moan my name.
We had never gone all the way. I had never allowed him or any other man to enter me. This time seemed different. The beauty and solitude was a turn on. We had already progressed through the different levels of petting and foreplay on earlier dates. We had reached the stage of physical and mental intimacy that would allow us to finally consummate our relationship. We were in love.
Taking his cock from my mouth, I kissed my way up his belly. Slowly standing, I licked his nipples. I suckled on his hard nipples as I gently racked them through my teeth. This forced a moan from him. Reaching my face up to his, our lips met in a kiss that quickly grew in passion.

Chris suddenly turned around facing away from me. Papers and other materials flew across the room, as with a sweeping motion of his arm, he swept everything from the top of the desk. As he turned back to me, the look of passion was flaming in his eyes. But, he was still gentle as he picked me up and placed me on top of the desk. My legs dangled over the edge and fell open, seemingly of their own accord, exposing my pussy to his gaze. I lay naked and vulnerable before him.
My breasts rose and fell as I gasped in excitement. My body trembled as I waited in anticipation of what he was about to do. Chris slowly traced one hand across my body. Starting at my hip, he lightly ran just his fingertips across my skin. Goosebumps formed on my skin as the sensations ran through me. My legs were flexing and moving in response to his touch as his hand moved over me.
Leaning forward, he kissed my breasts, gently biting the nipples, his hand descending over my fur covered mound, his finger finding my clitoris, rolling it out of the hood, softly stroking the super sensitive tip. I became even wetter, my pussy positively weeping my sexual juices. His fingers now moved down, separating the delicate lips of my vagina, opening and gently pinching them. My hands were on either side of his head, my own head thrown back to thrust my breasts into his willing mouth. His fingers found the entrance to my virgin canal, slipping past the opening, sliding in, deeper and deeper. My hips rolled up to meet his thrusting fingers, his palm now flat against the lips of my pussy.
I reached down and grasped the hard length of his cock, softly stroking it, feeling the velvety head, my thumb catching the drops of fluid that leaked from the slit at the top, rubbing it around and around the soft flesh. His hips rocked back and forth, thrusting his length against my palms, mimicking the actions he would shortly use to take what I so willingly was offering him. He moved now, kneeling between my wide spread legs, lifting my calves so my knees were flexed upward, my hips rolling back, my pussy opening to him like a flower. His head descended, his lips coming in contact with my clit, his tongue flicking out, twitching at the tip. An almost electric shock passed through my body, the sensations rolling up from my pussy, into my belly. I gasped as my back arched, pushing myself upward to meet his mouth and fingers. I could feel a climax start to build deep inside me. I knew that I was about to cum! My orgasm rolled over me, building and building itself even higher against the pressure of his lips on my pussy and his tongue, as it slipped into the opening of my pussy.

Standing up, he looked into my eyes. I watched as he moved closer to me. Pressing the head of his cock to my wet pussy, he rubbed it up and down in the moistness, searching for the opening. Finding it, he gently pressed forward as I moved beneath him, tilting my pussy upward to give him easier access.
I wrapped my legs around the back of his and put my arms around his neck. I gently pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss. I tensed as I felt his cock slide a little way into my wet opening. He stopped when he felt his way blocked by my hymen. I opened my eyes to see his handsome face looking at me. I felt so in love with him, just the two of us alone in that beautiful place, in a lover's embrace.
As we looked deep into one another's eyes, he pushed harder into me. I could feel the head of his hard cock inside me. My pussy seemed to have a life of its own. It was flexing and pulling, trying to get him deeper inside me. As the pressure within me built, I gasped and bit down on my lower lip, my eyes tightly shut, my hips rolling upward, seeking more and more of him.
When he heard me gasp, Chris pulled back and removed his cock from me. I whimpered in need. My pussy felt so empty without his cock. "Are you okay?" he asked with a worried look.
"Oh God yes." I whispered as my pussy ached for his cock.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Please Chris, take me now!"
He lowered his body on mine and I felt the head of his cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, sliding up and gently bumping the super sensitive spot at the tip of my clit. My hips were rolled back, ready to receive him. The head slipped between the lips, separating them, seeking the opening to the warm channel below. It found it's path, and I felt the stretching and widening of my pussy begin as his length moved into my body. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, my legs around his hips, my pussy tilted upward to receive him.

In he slid, deeper and deeper. I felt every unevenness, every fold, the division between the head of his cock and the shaft as he stretched my passage open for the first time. I felt the head touch the membrane of my hymen, felt him withdraw slightly, then push forward again. There was a tearing sensation, then the pain, oh, the pain! My hands, where they had been stroking his shoulder and the back of his neck, clasped into fists, my eyes scrunched tightly shut! I cried out and whimpered as the pain turned to a burning sensation deep in my abdomen and I felt tears leak past my tightly closed eyes. He stopped his movement within my pussy, holding himself still, straightening his arms to push his upper body away from mine while holding his hips steady, his hardness still deep in me, unmoving.
The pain built to a peak, and then gradually receded, getting less and less intense. He reached over with one hand and wiped away the tears that had pooled in the hollows of my eyes. His lips kissed away the remaining moisture. He whispered loving words in my ears, soothing me, holding me, gentling me, and softly stoking my hair until the pain passed like a dying breeze. The pain was gone. However, the wonderful sense of fullness, of being stretched, of being filled, still remained. Chris did not move, only his chest lowered to be in contact with my breasts.
"Is it better now?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

My hands were back around his neck, my legs remained locked around his waist. His rock hard cock was still embedded in my slit. For an answer, I flexed my hips upward, driving a little more of him into me, seeking the completion of this glorious act we were sharing for the first time. I felt a sense of fullness down there, a widening of my vaginal canal that this hard male intruder was generating within me. The feelings I was experiencing were those that I had never felt. Chris gasped as he felt me pull his cock deeper inside me. He understood my actions and settled down slightly, causing his cock to slip deeper into me. There was no pain, no burning, only a feeling of being opened by him, opened to him.
He withdrew and thrust forward again and then again. Each thrust stretched me further and further, filling me, bringing a sense of completeness to what we had started. His hips now rose and fell, thrusting his cock into my pussy, each forward thrust of his hips driving him deeper and deeper into my body. I looked down between us, seeing the length of his cock withdraw and then watching it disappear as he thrust forward, each thrust going deeper and deeper. I watched as the hard hair covered mound above his penis touched the mound above my vagina and I knew he was fully into me. I felt his heavy balls slap into the crease of my ass. There was no pain, no burning, only the glorious sensation of his cock burying itself in my pussy, knowing I was getting fucked for the first time.
My back arched as the sensations started to build towards a climax unlike anything I had ever known. The top of his cock was now rubbing on the tip of my clit as he slid its length in and out of me. The sensations he generated with his movements were swiftly bringing me to organism. I threw my head back, my hair flying across both of us as I started to cum, a shout escaping from my lips, my hips thrusting up to meet his downward thrusts. On and on he pounded into me, causing my climax to build and to sustain itself, driving me yet higher.
As my orgasm finally subsided, Chris grabbed my legs. As he stood next to the desk, he placed them over his shoulders and drove his hard cock even deeper into me. As he hammered his steel-like organ into my open yielding pussy, I could actually feel another orgasm starting to build inside me. This was unbelievable! I didn't know women could have several orgasms like this.

His pounding became more intense as I felt his cock swell even bigger and start a hot throbbing. He thrust down hard once, again, and a last time, now completely driving his cock into me and holding it there, pressing against the lips of my stretched pussy, mashing against my clit, a grunt escaping from him as I felt the first throbbing spurt of his cum slam into me, driving me to yet newer and undreamed of heights! His cum continued to slam into me, spurting from the head of his cock, washing away all traces of pain, of burning, leaving only the sensations of joy and fulfillment.
At last, his climax passed and he collapsed forward, my arms still wrapped around his neck, my legs falling away from his hips to lie outstretched on either side of his body. Our breath mingled as he faced me, kissing me softly, telling me of his love for me. My face was flushed and I felt goose bumps raised on the cheeks of my ass, on my arms, and over my breasts. I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply, feeling his cock softening inside my stretched canal, starting to slip away. He raised his hips slightly and his cock slipped out of my pussy. I felt the mixture of his cum and my pussy juices slide out of my slit, slipping down over my ass and pooling on the desk. I enjoyed every moment of it!
He gathered me in his arms and kissed me again and again. Never had I felt so cherished or protected as I did at that moment. The sensations that radiated up from my abdomen, spreading throughout my body were wonderful! I wanted this to go on and on, to do it again! I started to move beneath him, pushing my pussy up against him.
He threw back his head and laughed saying "Not now, not now! Soon, but not now!"
We did do it again that afternoon, and much sooner than he thought possible! If anything, it was even better the second time!

I knew I had a man who loved me, wanted me and would do anything to please me. He knew he had a woman who wanted him and would do anything to please him.
What we had just experienced was not just sex; it was an act of love. There is so much difference between raw sex and making love. Each has its place, but making love is far better.