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  His fingers played through her warm, slithering folds and her hips gently pumped up and down. The zipper of his pants was finally opened and her palm caressed the curved bow of his erection under his briefs. Their breaths grew shakier through their kisses.

  When her hand slipped into his underwear and wrapped around his cock, he jumped and gulped and it made her laugh.

  “Somebody’s eager,” she whispered and her hand stroked on him with slippery lubrication. He was so ready.

  “Are you ready?” he asked her. His hand was slick with running his fingers over her sex, but he was always polite. She nodded, looked in his eyes again.

  Since she had something prepared to say he felt an impromptu urge to reciprocate. So now, totally naked, bodies pressed together and looking in each other’s eyes as sunlight streamed in her window and waves made golden fluttering reflection on the ceiling, he said to her, “I’m so glad to have you, Taylor, I’m so glad you’re in my life. I love you so much, I could never love anybody more than I love you. I want to be your first, your new first, and I want to be your forever.”

  Her wet and pouting mouth turned down in a curl, and her eyes trembled, his words having deep and meaningful effect on her. He kissed her, breathed her in deeply until his chest could burst, and rolled on top of her. He got his knees straddled on either side of her hips, his slick erection sliding all squiggly over her hard stomach. She opened her legs wider, and he put one knee in between, then the other. Now he lowered over her, felt their naked sexes connecting, his steely hard shaft making slippery wet connection with her bare labia. He wiggled his hips to produce more of the slickest and most exciting sounds he’d ever heard in his life. She heard it, too, and chuckled in his ear, saying, “We’re both ready.”

  “So ready,” he agreed.

  Now he lifted his rump rearward, his body moving along hers until he felt his very tip press against her opening.

  His mind tumbled backward, his vision rolled in blobs of white. He whispered, “This is so different …”

  She gasped, “It feels so incredible.”

  “I know, I know.” He put his hand down between them, pinched his base with thumb and forefinger and stroked the very tip against her opening. He confessed: “I want this to last forever. I don’t even want to put it in yet ...”

  She laughed again and moaned. Her hips squirmed underneath him.

  He lifted his head to watch her face, saw that she was smiling; her mouth hung open, and her eyes were closed. She lifted her chin upward and dug the crown of her head into the pillow. “Oh Harrison,” she sighed.

  “Holy shit,” he said. The feeling was absolutely unreal. He got up off her body and she lifted her knees. He’d intended to stick himself right inside her and get this done but he had no idea that it would feel this good. So now he wanted to prolong this, spreading his knees out wide, the fronts of his thighs pressing against her rump as she bared herself.

  She watched him down her naked body as he held his cock and played with her pussy. He pushed it up and down, mushed her labia from side to side, tapped the tip against the hooded arc of her protected clitoris. That sent jolts of excitement that frazzled his brain. It seemed to have the same effect on her, Taylor making high gasps with each tap, her hands coming up and clutching her own breasts.

  She whispered, “Put it in me, my God, Harrison, you have to put it in me.”

  He was mesmerized by the sight of the head of his penis wet from her insides, stroking over her most intimate flesh, folding her labia over and under, stroking along the seam of her glistening membranes. His heart beat so fast it was one steady line instead of a stuttering.

  She asked him, “Did you want to watch it go in?”

  He was torn. The dirtiest part of him, that teenage boy, did indeed want to watch his pecker slip inside the most beautiful girl he knew. But the man in him knew that was juvenile. The man in him knew he should be over top of her with his mouth on hers when he went inside her for the first time. The little boy won however, and he said, “Yeah.”

  Now he poked her with it, pushed his hips so the head of his penis disappeared inside her—his stomach literally trembled right before him. He could see the flutter pass through him, see his own belly quivering. “Oh holy, oh my God, holy,” he gasped.

  His balls roiled inside his scrotum and pulled up high to hug his shaft. It felt like he was going to lose it right now. He fell forward over top of her, let his penis slip out from inside her, and he got over so he could kiss her.

  That would have been embarrassing—slipping the head of his penis inside his girlfriend, sharing such a powerful and intimate moment, then ejaculating in two seconds. He hugged her, put his hands on her shoulders and caressed her neck, stalling.

  She whispered again, “God, Harrison, please put it inside me. Please, put in me …” She wriggled underneath them, and he felt the points of her hipbones pressing into his stomach as she showed him how eagerly she wanted him.

  “Just a second,” he whispered, still feeling like he was very close. “Just a second,” he repeated in a tighter voice, trying to push down the swell inside him that sought that insane height of pleasure that he loved so much.

  “Please, Harrison, I need it, put it in me ...”

  “I know,” he said, and he couldn’t wait anymore either. He brought his rump up again, and the tip of his penis slipped along her sex. He was hard and pointed like a spear, perfectly angled so that the point of his penis touched her hot seam. All he had to do was flex his hips, and he was sliding up inside her.

  He’d had pleasure before—having sex with Taylor the former first time, even while wearing a condom, was the greatest moment of his life. He loved her, and he loved the feeling of being with her, of being inside her. But nothing in his whole life could have prepared him for what it would feel like to slide his bare, unprotected, and throbbing manhood inside that part of her that made her a woman. It was warm and hot and sticky. Wet sticky. The greatest, most depthlessly erotic feeling he’d ever had. His balls tumbled up inside his body, and a hard bolus of chewed cronut breakfast wedged itself near his sternum somewhere. The pleasure he felt on the sensitive end of his penis was the greatest condensed single point of electric joy he’d ever felt and all his body wanted to do was celebrate with an enormous eructation of hot, slimy, white happiness up inside her.

  “Harrison, oh my God, it feels unbelievable ... Slow, slow,” she urged—which was perfect, because one wrong move right now and this was over.

  “Yeah,” he gasped, and grabbed handfuls of sheets on either side of her head.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered, and her hands touched him on his sides just above his hips.

  “Okay, don’t,” he whispered, her touch getting his body bucking. The bucking slid his penis inside her tight, heavenly glove, and that made it worse.

  She whispered, “Don’t come, don’t come yet ...”

  “I won’t,” he said, feeling a bit of anger, but her challenging him helped push away this insistent orgasm that wanted to rip him in two. “Just don’t move ...”

  She whispered, “Doesn’t it feel amazing, Harrison?”

  “You are so incredible,” he said. “I can’t believe it feels this good. I love you, I love you so much ...”

  Now he planted his elbows on either side of her, fixing the curve of his stomach so he wouldn’t thrust and trigger an ejaculation. He kissed her while he felt what it was like to be inside her, holding himself steady as their tiniest body movements made slippery white pleasure zap through his central nervous system in bright bursts.

  She panted into his kisses, saying, “My God, can you believe this? Can you believe it?”

  “No,” he gasped, “no, I never knew ...”

  She whispered, “Why did we ever use condoms?”

  “I know,” he laughed. “Taylor, you feel so good ...”

  “Can you move now?” she asked.

  “I think so,” he said. But he didn’t think so.
Still, he let himself sink into her just a little deeper, which wasn’t that far.

  “Are you all the way in?

  “I’m all the way in.”

  “We’re having sex, Harrison,” she said. Her nails scratched the back of his head. “We’re having honest-to-goodness real sex, baby.”

  “I’m your first, Taylor. I’m your only.”

  “I’m so glad,” she whispered then kissed him again. But now there was a new problem: the once simmering contents of his testicles had become a full, roiling boil that was ready to spill over.

  “Oh God,” he said, and he scrunched up against her, gripped her tight and pinched his thighs against her haunches.

  “Don’t come, don’t come,” she whispered.

  “Don’t say that, don’t say anything, don’t ... shh-shh ...”

  13

  Harrison had tickled and teased at her, and the slippery human feel of his unprotected penis had sent chilly shocks all through her stomach and it had made her legs writhe on the bed. Inside her fully now, she could feel every bit of him like she’d never had before. His cock was warmer, thicker, and it pulsed with life inside her body. It was real. She could sense the veins on his erection in her gripping canal, could feel the flared ridge of the head of his cock. And the wet—oh God, the wet. Her own and Harrison’s, too. It was overwhelming pleasure.

  It was a beautiful loss of real virginity. The first time with Harrison had brought pain. His penis hurt her—a rubbery inhuman thing, a hard, unforgiving condom-covered rod that poked inside her body. It brought fire and woe, and there’d been a rush of insane heat that scorched the backs of her arms inexplicably—like a horrid sunburn—and she’d had to lift her arms off Harrison’s bedsheets because they prickled. Lovely Harrison soothed her, of course, brushed his hand over her hair and offered to pull out, told her they didn’t have to do this. She’d wanted it done and told him not to stop despite the hurt. Wanted it done to say it was done, tell her friends it was done, and wanted her virginity off her shoulders. It had weighed on her, and Harrison was the boy to do it.

  “Oh God, don’t move,” Harrison groaned again, his face showing strain. A bead of sweat had collected at the end of his nose and would soon swell enough to drip on her.

  His cock swelled inside her, flexed really, and the sticky expansion felt amazing. She knew he was pumping more slipperiness inside her.

  Their first time was July 8th, 2016, early evening, near the solstice when the light still felt like it might be the afternoon and there was the sound of lawnmowers and kids in the playground near Harrison’s house. It was awkward and weird despite it being with her best friend. Both of them just out of their summer jobs for the day, and she worked at the Yummy Japan in the mall that summer and they didn’t shower first and all she could smell was teriyaki in her hair and she worried about it. Harrison’s mom and dad had driven to Battle Creek to visit his aunt, Mrs. Wade’s sister, who just had surgery to remove her gall bladder. When they were naked in his bed together, she had visions of Mrs. Wade storming in and finding them and being mad because it was disrespectful to her sister’s suffering. How dare you when my sister is in the hospital, Harrison—she could have died and you’re in bed with this slut! She’d always had a fear that Harrison’s mom didn’t really like her, was just nice out of politeness. She had a way of looking at you that seemed probing and perceptive and it always got her guard up. Please don’t look at the real me!

  The emotional connection that day was enormous and far more powerful than the act itself—enough to wash away what was ultimately a distressing physical experience. She’d cried afterward. It hadn’t been how she expected, there was shame, a feeling of loss. She was no longer a virgin and never could be again. She’d given up something she could never possess again. But there was boundless intimacy in its wake and it cheered her. It had been shared with her best friend, a boy she knew she could forever trust. Then the kinkiness came, and it really saved her. Harrison held her, still hard, his erection against her hip. The captured semen dangled in the condom’s reservoir tip and she teased it with a finger. That could have been inside you, Taylor! Soon they were both laughing. They didn’t do it again for another two weeks, and that night, all alone in his house (his parents falsely told their son’s girlfriend would be waterskiing with her father up at Wolf Lake) they played married couple and cooked and watched TV in bed.

  And just like that sense of loss the first time they performed this act, today’s came with its own looming, ominous forfeiture.

  But now wasn’t the time for that—and she was excellent at avoidance—not while she experienced pleasure like she’d never felt before and was in the moment with the boy she loved.

  “Stay still, stay still,” Harrison sighed, his face pinched tight. The bead of sweat plopped on her cheek.

  “I’m trying,” she whispered. “Please, don’t come yet ...”

  14

  Now they both hugged themselves to each other, the heat of the moment producing damp wetness to their bodies, making their skin cling. They hugged and breathed, their skin sticking and releasing. After a long moment, she whispered to him, “Okay?”

  “Yes,” he said. He felt more at ease now. He pulled his hips back and found out he was wrong. “Oh shit,” he grunted, feeling his stomach muscles tighten to hard steel.

  “Just go, just go,” she urged him now, her voice quick and desperate and she patted her hands on his back.

  “What?”

  “Do it, Harrison, come inside me, do it now. Fuck me, do it …”

  His brain wanted to say No, hold on, I can do this properly—but his brain had no say, his dick and balls heard Taylor say Just go and they took control.

  He thrust into her and she gasped, and that sound she made sealed the deal. He pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, and pushed in—ten of the most exquisite pumps in his entire life. And then he pumped into her so hard the brass headboard banged against the windowsill. Taylor made a high squeaking sound.

  He exploded inside her.

  The single most high-pressure body-seizure in his existence took complete control of his tendons and muscle. He trembled. Pleasure ten times over consumed him, pleasure condensed to a mass like that gluon they made in the Hadron collider; a moment so pleasurable and so meaningful as to have physical weight beyond estimable proportion.

  Taylor felt him, felt him for real, felt what it was really like to have sex and have her lover ejaculate inside her. She made a muffled squeal of pleasure, a blurting, sobbing sort of sound, and hooked a forearm around his neck, hugged herself to him. Her legs hiked up high, and she locked her ankles together over his buttocks.

  “Yes, oh yes, I feel it,” she babbled in his ear.

  Sure, it wasn’t the most impressive display he could muster, but it was powerful. Obviously ten times more powerful for him, but he was so glad to feel the woman he loved take from it what she could, take from it what she needed. She squeezed him between her thighs as he continued to buck himself against her, that slippery, slick feeling on his penis washing over his brain, blotting out consciousness as he shot stream after stream inside her.

  “Oh God, I feel it, I feel it inside me,” she gasped and hugged tighter.

  “Oh shit,” he gasped, hearing her say the dirtiest things ever. They had a great sex life, they were good together intimately, but this seemed so dirty. They’d engaged in some naughty talk but hearing her pleasure at the feeling of his eruption inside her body was going to make him pass out. He read in a book somewhere that girls could suffer the petit mort where their orgasm took them like death. He might be part girl because he was sure he was going to die right now. He would be resurrected, but the feeling that rolled over him was going to claim his life.

  15

  When it was finally done, he lay over her panting and heaving. He whispered, “That was … un ... unreal …”

  Taylor wasn’t breathing heavy, and for that now he felt disappointment. But he could muster it ag
ain. There would be no problem with getting another erection. Give him two minutes and he would show her what this was all about.

  He asked her, “Was that okay?”

  “It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s okay, we can go again later.”

  Now his stomach turned over with regret. He said, “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s o-kay,” she cooed in his ear. “It’s a compliment. I’m just too hot for you.”

  He chuckled and breathed the exquisite smell in that space between her ear and her hair just at the nape of her neck. He said, “Thank you. Yes, and that is true. You’re way too hot for me.”

  “I know,” she said now and patted his back like she wanted him to get off.

  With his arms extended, he pushed himself off and collapsed on the bed beside her. They both lay on their backs, him breathing heavy and her laying there watching the ceiling with her hands between her thighs. The waves still made their white dashing marks on the wood-paneled ceiling and he had to close his eyes before he got seasick.

  He repeated, “That was so incredible.”

  “I really do wish I got on the pill earlier.”

  “I know you were worried about your health.”

  “That really did feel amazing.”

  He put a hand down and bumped her hip with the back of his wrist. She reached over and found his hand and they linked their fingers together.

  He said, “What does it feel like?”

  She shimmied her hips, and he was sure if he was watching her face she would make that funny little quizzical expression she would make. She said, “Wet. Really wet.”

  “Does it feel good?”

  That she didn’t have to think about too long. She nodded appreciatively and said, “Yes.”