"A Virgin!?!" Cari stared at the man stretched out beside her in the bed. The morning light suffused through the window bathing his nakedness. "Are you trying to tell that last night was your first time!?!"
Barry smiled rather sheepishly and nodded.
"Come on, that line went out years ago," Cari replied, knowing damn well he had to be putting her on. No man performs the way this stud did last night unless he's had a hell of a lot of experience. "Barry, stop kidding."
"I'm not," he said in a soft voice. "You were the first. I've never made it with another woman before."
"Men?" she asked realizing he might be telling the truth.
"No!" He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. "Men aren't what I've wanted."
"Hey, you are telling the truth, aren't you?" She shook her head. It was unbelievable. "You were a virgin."
"A twenty-four-year-old cherry," he said, glancing up and trying to smile. "Funny, isn't it? Until last night, I never thought I'd lose it."
"It's not funny at all. It's a waste! Do you realize there are a million or two women in this world just waiting for someone like you to walk into their lives." She shook her head again, still finding it hard to accept the fact that the virile man who had mounted her last night had been a virgin. "You're quite a man."
She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a blush of pink creep into his cheeks. He smiled. "And you're quite a woman."
"You've got no grounds for comparison." she said. "I was fishing for a compliment."
"I mean it," he said, his voice sounding embarrassed again. "I never thought it would be as good as it was last night."
"Then why did you come on as a rapist?" She suddenly realized that all her overt sexual signals had been wasted last night. He just didn't know what was coming off.
"I'm sorry about that…"
"I'm not, don't get me wrong. I really dug it!" She piped up, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. "Like I said, you're quite a man."
"Seriously, I am a bit ashamed of the way I came on last night," he said quite soberly. She realized he was having a rough time getting this out, so she sat silently, listening. "It's just that I've never been much of a ladies' man. In high school I could never work up my courage to try anything with a girl, even getting a good night kiss was a major task. The older I got the harder it seemed to be."
"What the hell came over you last night? You sure didn't seem to be shy about me!"
"I was," he said. "But with you it was different."
"You mean you thought I'd be a push-over," she said with an amused chuckle. "Little Cari Weston, most likely to have rounded heels!"
"No, no! Nothing like that, Cari, really," he said getting flustered again. "Last night, while we were taking, at dinner and later here, I realized I wanted you. I've never wanted a woman so much in my life. I tried to tell you that last night, but I guess it didn't come out too well. Then I blew it. It felt so good when we kissed, then all my hangups came boiling to the surface and I blew it. I was all the way down to my car before I talked myself into coming back up here and doing my damnedest to make love to you."
"So why the rapist act?"
"I wouldn't have really raped you," he answered. "I didn't want that.
If you had protested, or told me to get out, I would have run like a jackrabbit. But you didn't. You seemed to like it, so I kept up the act. Then, again, I might have raped you. I didn't want anything to get in the way. I wanted you."
"You've said that. And I'm glad you didn't stop with the rapist bit. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me." She kissed him again.
"Thank you. You now have my permission to rape me whenever the urge hits you. I'll be a very receptive victim."
"What about right now?" he grinned, squeezing her to him.
"Hey, I thought you mentioned something about classes this morning?"
"I didn't, but if you'll hand me that phone on the nightstand, I'll call in sick," he said.
"Just like that, you've decided to move in for the day, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and looked sternly at him.
"Mmmmm hmmmm, though I was hoping it wouldn't be just for the day," he answered, reaching across her for the phone. "At least another night."
"For a man who has just lost his cherry you're mighty sure of yourself," she said, trying to sound put off, but quickly running over her own classes and realizing it wouldn't hurt to cut them.
"Yeah, I've been noticing that." He grinned widely, punching the first three numbers on the phone. "It has something to do with this fantastic woman I met last night. She really knows how to build up a guy's confidence."
She laughed, unable to maintain her facade of irritation.
"Give me just a moment. I've got to put on my 'I'm dying of the flu' act for Professor Smith," he smiled, tapping out the last four digits of the number. "He'll send someone down to my room to put a note on the board dismissing my classes for the day… hello, Professor Smith, this is Barry Cole…"
Smiling to herself, the young blonde listened as his voice hoarsened to a perfect imitation of a man beset with a sore throat. He coughed and wheezed a bit, just enough to make the performance realistic.
Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had used the ruse.
Confidence is one thing you're definitely not lacking now, Mr. Cole, she mused to herself. Let's see if this shakes you up a bit!
Throwing the long strands of her frosty blonde hair back over her shoulders, she scooted around a little. His exposed groin was an easy and vulnerable target. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide.
"Yes, Professor Smith, I think just a touch of a head cold. I think that… oh!" He muffled his surprise with a quick cough. His head twisted to her, his cock. "Yes, sir. That's right."
He waved her away, obviously unable to keep his attention on the conversation with such an arousing pair of lips busily titillating his prick. She batted her eyelashes up at him, doing her best to look innocent while she licked and sucked at his snake-like penis. It was a hell of a way to introduce him to the pleasure of a woman's mouth, but she simply couldn't resist it. She sucked deeply, pulling upward. His prick popped from her lips with a wet smack.
"You wouldn't believe it, Professor Smith," she whispered coyly up at him. "My head feels like it's swelling."
She rolled her deep blue eyes to his crotch. His prick was growing, thickening, lengthening, its swelling crown jerking into the air. He might be talking with stuffy Professor Smith, but his attention was on her.
She leaned back down. Her pink, moist tongue curled out from behind her lips and ran up and down the underside of his awakening sex. She swirled and licked that flicking oral digit over the arrowhead shape of his glans, setting his stiffening stalk of manmeat to twitching.
Then she ducked down, her tongue delightfully toying with the hairy sac of his balls. The man above barely managed to moan a goodbye, and after three attempts finally settled the receiver into its cradle.
"I don't know whether I should tell you how damn good that feels, or turn you over my knee and spank you," he said in a deep, lusty voice, his eyes following her every move.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, sliding back to the top of his prick and sucking at his glans. She poked her ass into the air and wiggled it, as though challenging him to make good his threat.
To her surprise, he swung around and grabbed her ass. A movement that sent at least four inches of his now rigid cock shafting into the humid harbor of her mouth. Sucking in a deep breath through her nostrils, she accepted the ponderous burden and lavished it with a flurry of lapping licks.
However, he had no intention of punishing her rounded buttocks. He surprised her again by throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and tucking his head between her thighs. His mouth smacked firmly against the knoll of her pubis.
"For an inexperienced virgin, you learn quickly, lover," she sighed, sliding her mouth off his root.
"I'm not a virgin, you took care of that last night," he said with a wet smack of his lips. "I've now been transformed into a sex-starved young man who can't get enough of this delightful little pussy!"
"Ahhhhh!" Further comment was cut off as he rammed his tongue up into the hole of her quim. She replied appreciatively by swallowing up the full length of his prick and sucking at it hungrily.
Inexperienced he might be, but the red-haired man eating at her cunt had no hangups about pussy licking like some of the so-called studs she had met. Warm waves of need swirled within the core of her teen-age body, wiggling and tickling up into the intimate mouth of her cunt. He was eager to please, to return some of the pleasure she had given him last night.
And she was only too willing to provide him with a flourish of new thrills as she ate the thick pole impaled in her face. All those old familiar sensations came rushing back into her as she curled her tongue around his dork and licked. This was a man, despite his recent lost of his virginity. He was a man and she loved the feel of him, the taste of his virile slab of cock within her mouth.
Without any direction on her part, his tongue found the bud of her clit. Blasting tremors of ecstasy rocked the very heart of her soul as he feathered his tongue around the supersensitive button. Immediately, she drew him deeper, letting his prick slide into her throat as she sucked.
He got the message. He eased a probing finger into the quivering mouth of her cunt and pumped it in and out of her, devoting his tongue completely to the pleasure aching point of her clit.
She knew he was close, but somehow he managed to withhold the gushes of his lust until he brought her off. Gratefully, she came, doing her best to give his prick the tender loving care it deserved while she shook and trembled in the throes of her release.
Then when the last contracting spasm of her pussy passed, he came. She welcomed the hot, scalding blasts of come that jetted into her face, splattering over the carpet of her tongue and coating the roof of her mouth.
She drank down the opalescent spurts of his semen, sucking and milking at his cock, trying to take every last drop. She thrilled as his swollen pole jerked and bobbed in her mouth. She reveled in the lusty groans she pulled from the depths of his throat. She had returned pleasure with pleasure, the secret of a good lover, as had he.
Before the exquisite delight of her mouth turned to pain, she slipped her caressing lips from his rod. As she raised her head, his eyes met hers. He grinned and opened his arms to her. Accepting his invitation, she scurried up to his embrace.
They kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. The sexual flavors they still carried in their months mingled, exciting her. Their warmth, the feel of skin on skin, sent fresh waves of desire trembling through her body.
I've been a month without a man and now I can't get enough of this one.
I wonder what he thinks? After all that time without knowing a woman's body, he must think he's fallen into the bed of a nymphomaniac!
"You dig it, sex I mean," he said, more of a statement than a question, when they parted.
"Everything about it," she answered. "I'm what those writers of sexy books call a ball-freak. I dig men and I like to ball. Shock you?"
"Should it?"
"It does some."
He didn't answer immediately. She felt a bit of uneasiness. Had he just realized that there were other men, and boys before him? Did it bother him? Was he one of those men who still felt a woman was a whore unless she retained her virginity until she climbed into the marriage bed?
"I don't know why it should. I like it." He looked at her, that serious expression on his face again. "I can't believe anybody else won't.
You're completely free about it. That's good, really. You give…"
"And take too!" She emphasized her remark by reaching down and giving his cock a firm squeeze. My God! This man's still hard!!!
"You know what I'm trying to say. The worst thing I could possibly think of is going to bed with a woman who felt like she was allowing you a privilege by letting you into her bed," he said. "Does that make sense?"
"In the same way this does, men who feel they're God's gift to women turn me off," she answered. Her fingers explored the rigid mass of his manhood, still unbelieving.
"What!" He shot up, bouncing her onto her back "You mean, I'm not?"
He tried to keep a serious expression, but maintained it for only a split-second before he laughed, and she joined in.
"You're crazy," she managed to say. "Absolutely crazy!"
"It's your fault. You drive me out of my mind," he said with a wide grin. "You're delightful! It's impossible not to be a bit wacko when I'm around you. Your touch turns me into a madman."
"I've got a serious side too," she said, somberly. "Though I admit I usually keep it hidden."
"Hmmmmm. I'd like to see that side of you, too. I'd like to know everything about you."
"Good, because I feel very serious right now," she replied. "Barry, I want you. I want you to make love to me, long and passionate love."
He gazed at her, his eyes a caress in themselves. "That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me."
His hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned down and kissed her. There was no hint of his roughness of the night before, and their playfulness of a moment ago was replaced by tenderness. They embraced, holding on to each other for what seemed like hours. Their hands and fingers lightly caressed, exploring their bodies.
"You really want me, don't you?" he whispered as his tongue and lips kissed down the arc of her neck.
"Yes, I really want you," she said, understanding what it was like to discover that someone actually found you sexually attractive, desirable.
"It's almost impossible to believe. If you weren't here and I weren't holding you in my arms, I'd think I was having the most beautiful dream of my life."
"I'm no dream. I'm a girl who very much wants a man named Barry Cole to make love to her."
He slid atop her body, his mouth covering hers again. Wedging a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she glided his cock to the throbbing mouth of her sex. His hips eased forward, slowly feeding the firmness of his presence into her belly.
Long and hard, he came into her. This wasn't the hungry rapist of the night before, or the teasing boy who had given her head. This was a man entering the body of a woman. She moaned, feeling his sex fill her, providing a satisfaction that went beyond verbal description.
Lovingly, she closed the folds of her vagina around his marvelously packing cock. She caressed the virile strength that began to move in and out of her. She savored the wonderful power of his loins, letting the steady rhythmic rock of his groin lead her toward the ultimate of pleasures.
He felt so hard and demanding within her. Yet, at the same time, he was warm and tender. She rocked her pelvis, striving to return the thrilling sensations he gave to her. As much as she had reveled in his rough treatment of the night before, this was the way he should have first had her. The loss of virginity, for man or woman, is a traumatic experience. Love and care are needed in each case to insure they receive the full enjoyment of sex. It had been an accident that their wild coupling had resulted in such pleasureful responses. Now she wanted to make sure, she gave him all she had to give-not as a ballfreak-but as a woman.
"Good," she murmured dreamily, lost in the fantastic sensations his slow-pistoning cock sent churning through her young body. "You're so good. Make it last-all day if you can. I don't want you to stop, ever!"
His hands cupped beneath the firm, apple-like mounds of her tits.
Gently, his palms caressed the sleek, perfectly rounded balls of flesh.
So warm and pleasing, his touch was like the brush of a feather, setting off new thrills within her.
For the first time in her life, she wished she had larger breasts. She remembered her brother's obvious preference for big tits and wanted to provide this young man with a similarly large pair of breasts. However, he did seem quite satisfied with the firm roundness of hers. For that she was grateful.
While he started to knead and squeeze his fingers into her tits, she swung her head around a bit, wiggling so that her mouth found the pebble-like point of one of his nipples. Using her tongue and lips, she taunted at him, delighting as the small morsel of flesh stiffened and stood rigid on his chest.
Suddenly, he rolled her to her side, her thighs sandwiching him as he continued to shaft in and out of her tight quim. Their new position allowed him easy access to their cores. His fingers found the slitted mouth of her sex and the extended bud of her clit. With no more than a few caresses, she came.
When she returned from her unbridled flight through ecstasy, she was once again on her back and he hovered above her, supported on his outstretched arms. His pelvis swung into her now. Their crotches met in wet, slamming sounds. His cock, hard and dominating, poled deeply into the welcoming recesses of her cunt.
"Yessss! Oh God, yesssss," she moaned, feeling a fresh rush of need, her body soaring toward another climax. "Goood. Sooooo good!"
She came again, skyrocketing higher and longer. Her whole body quaked and writhed under the unleashed fury of her desire.
But that wasn't the end. The magnificent man who rode atop her didn't seem satisfied with just bringing her twice. He didn't release the flood of semen boiling in his groin until she came three more times.
And when he did, she held him tightly, welcoming the spurting blasts of his release. Her hands soothingly caressed his back, shoulders and buttocks. Gratefully, she accepted the lunges and hunches of his body.
The clock on her dresser pointed straight up noon before they finally slipped from the bed to bathe together. Afterwards, Barry Cole proved himself to be somewhat of a magician in the kitchen, transforming a can of soup, a few left over potato chips, and a can of tuna into a very tasty casserole.
"It's not much, but it should make the steak tonight taste a lot better," he said.
"Steak? Tonight?"
"Yeah, I thought we go out shopping together. It could be fun," he grinned.
Cari agreed, remembering his earlier comment that he planned to stay another night. They did go shopping later, with Barry selecting two of the biggest, thickest sirloins he could find. They also found themselves in a small, dark theater showing two XXXXX-rated skin flicks. "I might be able to pick up a few pointers," Barry said as he convinced her to enter the rather shabby looking building.
Both films were rather uninspired performances, Cari thought, preferring the spontaneous performance Barry gave that night after their steak dinner. Much to her delight, he did spend the night.
And two days later, with mutual consent, he moved into her apartment.
And a month later, Cari Weston's red-haired, virgin lover asked her to become his wife.
She said yes.