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It was a Friday afternoon in late spring. I was considering a dilemma that all seventeen-year-old boys face on a daily basis. Do I continue studying for my year end exams that were a few weeks off, or do I jerk off, fantasising about my latest crush?

Amy was on my school swim team and we had started hanging out together during the last few weeks of practice. She had a pretty face, nice tits and a gorgeous ass. I was sure that she was into me, but I was too much of a chicken shit to ask her out. It was the story of my life. I would like a girl, but be too scared to ask her out. Eventually she would land in the arms of some other guy.

My thoughts wondered away from the physics on my page, to Amy’s physical attributes that I had observed that morning at swim practice. In particular, I was remembering how the fabric of her swimsuit had stretched tightly over her pussy. In my mind, I wondered what it would be like to pull the fabric of the swimsuit to the side and shove my cock into her wet pussy.

I sighed and closed my physics text book, knowing that I was not going to get any more work done. I pulled out my cock, leaned back in my chair, and began the familiar stroking. In seconds my cock expanded to its full length of seven and a half inches. I knew that my cock was a bit longer than average, but was nowhere near as big as the cocks I had seen in porn movies. I was bigger than the other guys on the swim team and I was a good inch longer than my brother Rick’s cock.

It really pissed him off, that my dick was so much longer than his. I had apparently inherited my maternal grandfather’s cock, while my brother had inherited my father’s shorter cock. Rick was five years older than me. He had treated me like shit for most of my life, the way that older brothers do. He would often smack me around when I was younger. That had stopped about a year ago, when I started to outweigh him. I was now three inches taller than him, at six-foot, two-inches, and outweighed him by twenty pounds. The countless hours I had spent training with the swim team had given me a broad muscular chest and a well-toned abdomen.

I pumped my hand up and down. I imagined Amy spreading her pussy lips wide for me. She moaned as I pushed my cock into her turgid flesh. I felt my cum building in my balls, so I slowed my stroking. I liked getting as close as possible to an orgasm, and then hold it there for as long as possible. Lust and impatience took hold of me, and I started stroking faster again. I imagined Amy putting her hands on my ass and pulling me hard into her pussy.

I was getting close to the point of no return when I heard the front door open. Damn! I thought. It was later than I had realised and Rick was home from work. I contemplated trying to finish wanking, but I knew that he often walked into my room without knocking. The last thing I wanted, was for him to catch me with my dick in my hand. I reluctantly put my cock away and re-opened my physics book.

Rick called out, “Hey, Fish, get out here. I want you to meet somebody.”

“Okay,” I hollered back. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I hope you are hungry,” he said. “We got Chinese.”

Rick and I lived alone in our parents' house. My mother had recently had a brain aneurism, and was struggling to cope with everyday life. My father had decided to take her to one of our vacation homes, to help her recovery. Rick was tasked with living at home with me, until my parents came home or I turned eighteen. Rick bitched about having to stay at home to look after me. In reality, he did not mind, as he did not have to rent, and I took care of myself. Having no parents around meant that we ate takeout food most nights. Rick would usually get something on the way home from work.

Rick most probably wanted me to meet his new girlfriend. He had had a string of girlfriends, and the last one had dumped him a few months previously. She had apparently complained to all her friends about him falling asleep halfway through sex. None of the girls in his circle of friends would date him after that. He had decided to hang out at one of the university bars nearby. Apparently it had paid off, because he’d convinced a university student to go out with him. I wondered how long it would last as Rick was definitely not the intellectual type.

My stomach growled at the mention of Chinese food; it was one of my favourites. I walked into the lounge, curious to meet Rick’s new girlfriend.

Rick usually dated fairly attractive girls who were about four or five years older than me. My first glimpse of Natasha told me that Rick had gone to the next level. She was captivating.

“Fish, this is Natasha,” he said proudly. “Natasha, this is my brother, Fish.”

Natasha’s eyes sparkled as she smiled at me, “Hello, I don’t think that I have ever met a Fish before.”

I laughed, “My name is Jason. Rick calls me Fish because I swim so much faster than he does.”

She laughed, looked down at my chest and arms appreciatively, and said, “I can see that you must spend a lot of time swimming!”

The obvious way that she was checking out my body made me start to blush. Thankfully, Rick came to my rescue and changed the subject.

“I’m starved, let’s eat,” Rick said, “I have noodles, fried rice, sesame chicken, and sweet and sour pork.”

I observed Natasha while we helped ourselves to food. Her face was mesmerizing. A slightly diamond-shaped face, it was perfectly framed by long, vibrant, auburn hair. Green eyes sparkled when she laughed. A slender nose accentuated, full, tender red lips. Her face reminded me of Anne Hathaway.

My eyes roamed over Natasha’s body. A gorgeous white cocktail dress highlighted a breathtaking body. A wide, plunging neckline ended just above her belly button. The dress covered two thirds of her boobs, leaving a generous view of the remaining third. The exposed boob was full, round and firm. The material that covered the rest of her boobs was pulled tightly into the nexus of the dress at her belly button. The plunging neckline and a number of pleats created a focal point at her trim belly. The pleats gathered the material from her narrow waist, while smooth material stretched over her hips. The dress ended abruptly one third of the way down her thigh. Her legs were very pleasing to look at. Her thighs were well-toned and her calves were shapely. Open, white, high-heeled shoes completed the sexy picture.

The conversation continued through dinner. I learned that Natasha was a first year Bachelor of Science student, who planned on becoming a sports physiotherapist. She attended the university that was just ten minutes away. She stayed in a house that she rented with six other students. I told her that I would be going to the same university in the fall and planned to do a pre-med program. Excited to hear that I planned to attend the same university, she promised to show me the ropes when I started attending.

We ate our dinner in the lounge with the food placed on the coffee table. Rick and Natasha sat on the couch. I chose a single seater to the side that placed Natasha between Rick and me. This seat allowed me to look at her all the time without feeling like I was staring at her.

My eyes kept on getting drawn down to her tits. The angle I had allowed me to see the side and bottom part of her tit. The tight material left a big gap below her breast. This was the first time that I had seen a naked, firm tit from this angle. Her breasts were full, but they did not hang down at all. The bottom part of her breast curved upwards in a mesmerising arc towards her nipples. Sadly, the white fabric did an adequate job of keeping her nipples concealed.

About halfway through the meal, I was answering a question from Natasha about what I planned to study the following year. As I was looking into her eyes she leaned forward. My eyes immediately betrayed me and glanced down at her cleavage, hoping for a more revealing view. Even though it was only a split second she noticed. She looked at her own chest and then back at me. Her smile said that she knew what I had done but she did not mind.

After dinner, Rick announced that they were going to go clubbing.

“Why don’t you come with us?” Natasha asked. “We could pick up your girlfriend on the way.”

Before I could answer, Rick laughed, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend, and he’s too shit scared to get one. Even if he did have a girlfriend, he’s too young, and does not have a fake ID.”

Rick could be a real asshole sometimes. Why did he have to blurt out that I did not have a girlfriend? He’d most probably tell her that I was a virgin as well.

Trying to cover my humiliation with nonchalance, I said to Natasha, “It’s okay. I have work to do anyway. Thanks for the offer, though.”

As soon as they were gone, I went and lay on my bed. I pulled out my cock. Within seconds, my imagination had pulled up Natasha’s dress, dropped her panties, and shoved my raging cock into her pussy. Sometime later, I was spurting long ropes of cum onto my chest. Temporarily satisfied, I cleaned up the mess and went back to my physics books.

I was not overly surprised when I heard the front door open at eleven o’clock. I knew that most people would come home from clubbing at two or three in the morning, but Rick was an apprentice electrician, and he had to be at work by seven. Being an apprentice meant that he also had to work on Saturdays, which meant an early start the next day.

I was hoping that Rick would be alone. I did not want to think of Rick fucking the girls of my fantasies, let alone hear him do it. My hope died when I heard Natasha’s laugh. A moment later I heard Rick’s voice. He was drunk. Ricks’ bedroom door crashed open and his bed creaked as they fell onto it.

Rick’s bedroom was next to mine. I knew from experience that I would hear every moan, and whimper as they screwed. My jealousy would not allow me to endure that kind of punishment, so I decided to go for a swim. I quickly changed into my Speedo, grabbed a towel, and headed out to the pool.

I dove into the cool water and immediately started my usual warm-up routine. I would spend about five minutes on each of the four strokes at a medium pace. After the warm-up, I would then spend another half an hour working on whatever my coach wanted me to work on for that day.

After a few minutes, I was able to forget about what was happening in the house. I was enjoying the workout. I worked through crawl and backstroke. I was halfway through breaststroke, when I noticed someone sitting on the side of the pool, watching me. It was Natasha. She was leaning back on her hands while she dangled her feet in the water.

Wondering if something was wrong, I swam over. “Hi. Are you okay?”

“Hi Jason. I’m okay,” she answered. “I heard you swimming, and I thought I would come out here to clear my head. It’s so peaceful sitting in the dark.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Where’s Rick?”

I suspected that I already knew the answer to my question. I had heard some of Rick’s previous girlfriends complain that he would fall asleep almost instantly after having sex.

Natasha seemed perplexed as she answered, “Apparently, he found me so boring that he fell asleep.”

I tried to sound consoling, “Oh. Don’t worry, it is definitely not you. Rick is known for falling asleep very quickly. Apparently the combination of alcohol and sex knocks him out cold. You are not the first girl to complain about that particular problem.”

“Oh. That’s weird,” she said. “We didn’t really have sex, though.”

“If you say so,” I said. “It sounded pretty steamy to me when you got home. That’s why I’m swimming. I figured that you needed the privacy.”

She laughed, ‘Well, you know what I mean. We were just fooling around. I was giving him a blowjob but he came before I could stop. He didn’t even return the favour. A few minutes later he started snoring.”

I was not sure what to make of the conversation. On one hand I liked talking about sex with such an attractive girl. On the other hand we were talking about my brother, which was disturbing.

I put up my hand to stop her, “Stop! That is way too much information. I don’t really want to discuss my brother’s sex life.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry,” she apologised. “My filter gets screwed up when I’ve had a few drinks.”.

“No worries. Do you need a ride home?”

“No thanks,” she answered. “I told Rick that I will stay the night. He’s going to give me a ride home in the morning.”

I climbed out of the pool, grabbed my towel, and dried myself off. I wrapped the towel around my waist and sat next to her.

“So, how was your night out?” I asked.

Natasha told me about how much fun she had dancing. She drove home, because Rick was so wasted. We talked for half an hour or so, about this and that. It was getting cold so we decided to go inside. I made us some hot chocolate before joining her in the lounge. I handed her the hot chocolate and sat next to her on the couch. The conversation slowed as we drank the chocolate, but a sense of comfort had developed between us, so the silences did not feel awkward.

Natasha placed her empty cup on the coffee table and lay down on the couch. She placed her head on the armrest, and stretched her legs out onto my lap. I had a brief glimpse of white lace panties when she placed her legs onto my lap.

The tantalising flash of white drew my perverted eyes. I looked up her dress. Her thighs were closed together, obscuring most of the view. I could see just see a small patch of white lace with dark hair underneath. The view was intoxicating.

After taking a moment to appreciate the sight. I looked up and met her eyes. She had been watching me the whole time, and knew that I was looking up her dress.

Expecting to be called out, I held my breath as she said, “Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Sure, whatever you want,” I answered, apprehensively.

I expected her to ask me to stop trying to look up her dress or something like that. Instead, she once again chose to ignore my indiscretion.

“My feet are killing me. Will you please rub them for me?”

Relieved, I said, “Sure. I must warn you though. I’ve never done this before, so, it might not be very good.”

“I’m sure you’ll be great. Just massage the fleshy parts.”

She bent one leg and placed her foot on my lap. I massaged the ball of her foot with my thumbs.

She groaned, “That feels so good. Just keep doing that.”

Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, I continued rubbing her foot. If massaging allowed me to lay hands on any part of her body, I was all for it.

After a few minutes of massaging, she said, “So tell me, why you don’t have a girlfriend? There must be dozens of girls who would die to go out with you.”

I took a moment to decide how honest I was going to be with her, “I don’t know about dozens of girls, but there’s one girl. I think she likes me. Her name is Amy. We hang out quite a bit at swim practice, but I never seem to be able to pluck up the courage to ask her out.”

“Why are you scared?” she asked. “Is she sexy? I know that sexy girls intimidate guys.”

I answered without thinking, “She’s not nearly as sexy as you, but she is quite sexy.” Only after I said the words, did I realise what I had said.

“Oh! You think I’m sexy, do you?” she asked with a mischievous grin.

I could not back down now, “You’re very sexy. But you must know that. Rick is very lucky to have you.”

At the mention of Rick’s name she frowned briefly, “Well, he does not act like it. He should be the one rubbing my feet and paying me attention. He could not even stay awake long enough to fuck me!” Her words registered in her mind. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t like talking about sex.”

I quickly cleared up her misconception by saying, “Hey! I like talking about sex. I just don’t like talking about my brother having sex.”

“Oh, good,” she said. “I like talking about sex; most people are uncomfortable talking about it. I promise that I won’t talk about Rick again.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

I could not believe what I was hearing. This amazingly sexy, attractive girl liked to talk about sex, and she wanted to talk to me about it.

“So, how long has it been since your last girlfriend?” she asked.

Feeling ashamed at my deficiency, I answered, “I haven’t had one yet, so you could say forever.”

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “So, you are a bona-fide virgin?” Before I could confirm my shame, a look of deep concern crossed her face. “Unless you’ve been to a . Please tell me you haven’t been to a !”

“No!” I exclaimed indignantly. “I would never go to a .”

“Good,” she said. “You never know what diseases you can catch from a , even if you use a condom. So you are a virgin, then?”

“Yes, I’m a virgin,” I admitted.

“You’re so lucky,” she said.

I was confused. “Why is that?”

“You still get to experience sex for the first time. Everything will be new for you,” she said.

“I suppose so,” I said. “I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about being a virgin,” she said. “I only lost my virginity a year ago. I was the same age as you.”

“I know I shouldn’t feel bad,” I said. “It’s just embarrassing to admit that I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Well that is something we’ll have to fix. Will you massage my other foot, please?” she asked.

I reached out and pulled her other foot onto my lap and started massaging. Instead of straightening her other leg across my lap again, she placed the foot on the couch next to me and pushed her toes under my thigh.

She sighed, “Oh that feels good. You’re getting good at this.”

I looked at her and smiled, “Thanks. I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

While I was looking at her face, I saw in my peripheral vision that her thighs were no longer pushed together. Her knees were bent and spread apart at least twelve inches. I could now see the entire triangle of white material that covered her crotch. This time I maintained a level of self-discipline, and kept on looking at her face.

She closed her eyes. “All you need to do to get a girlfriend is ask Amy out.”

“Yes, I know that,” I answered. “I just get so tongue-tied when I’m standing in front of her. I always end up saying something else.”

Her eyes were still closed, so I looked at her panty covered pussy. The top part of her panties were made of sheer white lace. I could see a small triangle of neatly trimmed brown hair and part of her pussy. Her smooth outer pussy lips were tantalizingly parted by the hood of her clit. The rest of her pussy disappeared under the more opaque material which covered the rest of her crotch.

This was the first time that I had seen a real pussy, even if it was just a part of one. I was not sure for how long I had been staring when my mind registered that she had said something. I quickly un-glued my eyes from her pussy, and looked up. I hoped that her eyes were still closed, but I saw sharp, clear eyes looking back at me. She had caught me staring for the third time.

“I’m sorry!” I apologised. I suddenly found myself feeling very embarrassed at being caught again.

She laughed, “You’re turning so red. You shouldn’t be sorry or embarrassed.”

“Why shouldn’t I be sorry?” I asked perplexed. “I just acted like a pervert, staring at you like that.”

“No you didn’t,” she said with kindness in her voice. “If you were spying on me in the bathroom, or in my bedroom, then you would be a pervert. I chose to wear sexy clothes tonight. I knew that men would be staring at my tits and my ass the whole night.”

“So, you really don’t mind?” I was tempted to look down between her still-open legs again, but decided not to test her good will just yet.

“I don’t mind within reason. It’s nice to know that you want to look and that I’m turning you on,” she said, “but It’s annoying if I’m having a conversation with somebody, and they spend all of the time staring at my tits.”

“Yes, that would be annoying.” I agreed.

“So, do you like my panties?” she asked.

I looked between her legs briefly, “Yes, I do. They’re very sexy.”

“I’m glad you like them,” she said. “I paid a lot of money for them. Is this the first time you are seeing panties like mine?”

“In real life? Yes,” I answered.

“In that case,” she smiled at me “I’m really glad I wore them.”

“I’m glad you wore them too,” I agreed. “They’re very nice to look at.”

“I have an idea to help you get a girlfriend,” she said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“I think that the reason you don’t have a girlfriend is that you don’t have the confidence that comes from experience,” she said. “We could role play, you asking me out. You will learn that it is not that hard. By giving you a girlfriend experience, you will get the confidence to ask any girl out.”

I wondered where this was leading. “That makes sense.”

She got up from the couch and grabbed my hand. She made me stand in front of her.

“Okay pretend that I’m someone that you really want to date.”

“Okay, that’s easy.” I said.

“Now pretend that you have just walked up to me, and want to ask me out,” she instructed.

Feeling awkward, I decided to play along. “Hi Natasha”

She reacted enthusiastically, “Hi Jason. How are you?”

“I’m really good,” I said. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thanks,” she answered, and then waited expectantly.

Knowing that this was just pretend made it easy to stumble on, “I came over to ask you if you would like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” That was not so hard.

She acted interested, “Oh, tomorrow night? Where were you wanting to go?”

“I was thinking that we could go get something to eat, and then go to the movies,” I said.

She looked disappointed, “I would love to, but I already have a date for tomorrow night.”

“Oh,” I said. I felt disappointed; how could I actually feel disappointed? Even though this was just role playing, I expected her to say yes.

She smiled and rescued me, “I am free tomorrow morning. We could go for breakfast and catch a morning show, if you like.”

I smiled back, “That sounds awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She said, “Okay, it’s a date. What time will you pick me up?”

“How does nine o’clock sound?” I asked.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay, bye.” I said.

I actually felt happy that she had said yes.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she asked.

“No, it wasn’t,” I admitted.

“You should have asked for my address and telephone number, though,” she said.

“Oops,” I said.

She laughed, “Don’t worry, next time you won’t forget. Do you know what to do on the first date?”

I was puzzled by the question. “What do you mean?”

"Well, you need to do the basic hygiene things like brushing your teeth, showering, shaving upstairs and downstairs, put on aftershave and deodorant. Make sure you bring her flowers. Also don't forget the condoms, make sure you have at least three."

"Why three condoms; isn't one enough?" I asked.

She looked at me like I was dense, "Sure, one is enough, if you only want to cum once, like your brother."

"Oh," I said.

She elaborated, "Unless you know for sure that you partner is clean you should use a condom for oral sex, as well as fucking. A girl can give you a STD just by sucking you cock. So, if your date goes well you could need one for a blow job, another one for a fuck, and if you recover quickly, a goodbye fuck".

"Wow," I said. "I would be happy if I came once on my first date, but what you're saying makes sense."

She laughed, "Unless you want to be like your brother, you need higher expectations than that.”

I laughed as well, “No! I don’t want to do that. I can’t believe that he didn’t fuck you. If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t sleep the whole night.”

She smiled, “That is such a nice thing to say. If you were my boyfriend I would let you have me right now, but unfortunately I’m dating Rick.”

I laughed again, “Now I’m really jealous of Rick.”

“Well, if it is any consolation, we do have a date tomorrow,” she said. “But don’t bring any condoms. You won’t need them.”

"The date tomorrow? I thought that was just pretend."

"We’ll still be pretending,” she said. “You need to learn confidence for your real first date. The only way you will get confidence is by getting the full girlfriend experience. I don't like being stood up, so you better be there."

"I better be there then," I said. "I don't want to disappoint you."

She yawned, "Good, I’m looking forward to it.” She yawned again, “I’m tired. I think I better go to bed."

She leaned into me and turned her face up to mine for a goodnight kiss. Before I knew what was happening her lips touched mine. It was not a peck on the lips, nor was it a lingering kiss. It was something in between. Her soft lips were slightly parted as they caressed my lower lip for a second. Then it was over.

"Thank you for massaging my feet and talking to me,” She said. “I really enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it as well," I said. “Sleep well.”

----

The next morning I woke up to the sound of Rick's truck revving as he left for work. It was six-thirty. I was considering trying to sleep some more when I remembered that I had a date with Natasha.

I lay in bed wondering what the date would be like. Where should I take her for breakfast and what movie should we see? I suddenly had a sick, sinking feeling. I did not know where Natasha lived and neither did I have her telephone number. She had even commented that I did not have either, but I had still forgotten to get them. I thought about phoning Rick to get her number, but I could not think of a plausible reason to give him as to why I needed her number.

I didn’t bother getting dressed and was only wearing my underpants when I went to grab a cup of coffee. Rick normally left a pot of coffee on for me, however this morning it was empty. Natasha must have had the other cup this morning. I started making a fresh pot for myself.

I nearly dropped the pot in surprise when I heard Natasha’s voice, “Good morning.”

I turned around startled, “Damn! You scared me. What are you doing here? I thought Rick took you home.”

She was standing at the other end of the kitchen wearing a grey T-shirt and panties. The soft grey material of the shirt clung to her tits, outlining their shape beautifully. On top of each globe a nipple poked out, seeking attention. The T-shirt ended just above her panty line. I hardly noticed the cup of coffee she held in her hands.

“No,” she answered. “I was too tired this morning when Rick got up. He said I could sleep in and you would take me home. I hope you don’t mind? Besides you need to know where I live so that you can pick me up for the movies.”

Her eyes had roamed over my body as she spoke. She took in my muscular chest and toned abs before settling on the bulge in my undies. I felt uncomfortable standing there in my undies. I pushed the feeling aside, reasoning that she was also in her undies so we were even.

“Sure, I can take you home,” I said. “When do you want to go?”

“Oh, there is no rush,” she said. “I’m starved. Is there anything to eat?”

“Sure. How about bacon, eggs, and toast?” I offered.

She smiled a big smile, “Sounds fantastic. I just need to go to the washroom then I’ll come help.”

She turned away and started walking towards the washroom. The sight of her behind was transfixing. Diaphanous lace material covered half of her ass. The material had no function other than keeping the front half of her panties in place. It was so translucent that she might as well have been naked from behind.

Her ass was perfect. Each buttock was smooth, round, and shapely. As she walked her butt cheeks rubbed lightly against each other as they jostled up and down.

Just before she got to the washroom she looked over her shoulder and saw me watching. She smiled mischievously, “I thought that might get your attention.”

About an hour later, we had eaten breakfast and I took her home. She lived about a ten-minute drive from my house, in a shared commune. We agreed that I would pick her up at ten instead of nine, because we had already eaten.

When she got out the car, she said, “Now, remember the next time you see me, I won’t be Rick’s girlfriend, I will be your date.”

Later, I pulled into her driveway at exactly ten o’clock. I had twenty long-stemmed red roses when I knocked on the door. A moment later Natasha opened the door.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw her. She wore a red button up blouse and a white, flowing, knee -ength summer skirt. The blouse was tied off with a knot at her belly button. I could tell she was not wearing a bra as the outline of her nipples were just visible through her blouse. The outfit was completed by a pair of black flat shoes.

Her face lit up into a huge smile when she saw the roses.

“Thank you. They are beautiful,” she said.

She took the roses and turned her face up for a kiss. This time I leaned forward to meet her. Our lips touched, and just like the night before her soft lips parted and caressed my lower lip. I parted my lips and kissed her upper lip. After a second or so she pulled back. I was pleased because this time I had actually managed to kiss her back.

She looked at me seriously. “That was a bit better than last night, but it was still terrible.”

I was shocked. “It was? I thought it was nice.”

“Kiss me like I’m your girlfriend, not your sister,” she said. She took my right hand and put it into the small of her back, “Put your arm around me and pull me in close.” She took my left hand placed it behind her head, “Hold my head and kiss me. Don’t let me pull away until you are done. It is just a hello and thank you kiss, so don’t overdo it. Now try again.”

I did as instructed. I pulled her towards me and gently held the back of her neck. Her body pressed up against mine and I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. Our lips touched, I parted my lips and kissed her lower lip. My mouth opened and I ran my tongue along her lip. Her arms slid around my back and pulled me in tighter. I released her bottom lip and let my tongue slide between her lips.

Feeling my tongue between her lips she opened her mouth and let our tongues touch. The feel of her silky, slippery tongue against mine sent shivers through my body. Her tongue quested into my mouth. More shivers. Her tongue was now in my mouth, I sucked on her tongue for a few moments before pushing my tongue back into her mouth. This time she sucked on my tongue. Shivers turned to electricity sparking through my body.

A part of me was shouting that I had overdone the kiss and I needed to stop. Another part of me wanted to lift her off her feet, take her up to her bedroom, and have my way with her. Control beat down desire. I withdrew my tongue from her mouth and broke contact. She held onto me for a few more seconds before stepping back.

“That was much better,” she said a little breathlessly. “Way too long for a hello kiss, but much better.”

“I had no idea a kiss could be so nice,” I said. “I felt like I could do it the whole day long.”

“Trust me, you will get plenty of chances to kiss for as long as you want, in time to come,” She said.

She quickly put the flowers into a vase and we left.

On the way to the movie theater it became clear that she expected the physical intimacy to continue. She placed her hand on my leg and started gently moving her hand back and forth, feeling my leg muscles through my jeans. Following her example, I placed my hand on her leg just above her knee. I ran my hand lightly up her leg, feeling the soft, warm skin under my fingers. I had only just started moving up her leg when she suddenly squeezed her legs together and put her hand on top of mine.

“That tickles!” she said. “You cannot press lightly. You need to be firm and sure. Like this.” She took my hand and pressed my fingers firmly against her skin. She then guided my hand up her leg, pushing her skirt up in the process. “Nice and firm.” She stopped about an inch from the top of her leg and then reversed direction all the way down to her knee. “That’s how you feel a leg,” she said. “Now you try.”

I moved my hand up her leg firmly, without causing any tickles. The feel of her firm leg below my fingers was exhilarating.

When we arrived at the theater, her film choice surprised me. She wanted to see a drama that had very bad reviews, and was supposedly very boring. She seemed insistent, so I agreed.

The audience in the theater confirmed the terrible choice. There were two other couples in the theater. Both were sitting in the middle seats. Natasha took my hand and led me to the back corner.

When the lights dimmed Natasha leaned up against me and rested her head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few minutes. I was not paying any attention to the movie. I wanted to kiss her again. I spent a moment building up courage. I placed my hand on her cheek and tilted her face up. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed her, and in moments out tongues were dancing with each other. I placed a hand behind her head and the other on her shoulder. The armrest, however, ensured that only our lips and shoulders ever made contact.

She started kissing my cheek, moving up to my ear. Her hot breath in my ear sent sparks directly to my cock. I wanted to hold her and she wanted to be held but the armrest kept us apart.

Natasha solved the problem for us. She stood up and sat in my lap, half facing me. Her legs rested over the bothersome armrest, with her feet in the chair beside us.

I now understood the genius of the thoughts behind the movie choice. In the dark we had almost complete privacy.

Her face was slightly higher than mine and I had to tilt my face up to kiss her.

I now held her body in my arms as we kissed. After exploring her mouth and lips I started kissing her cheek. She moaned softly as I reached her ear. I kissed her neck and she held the back of my head.

Emboldened by lust, I slid my hand from her waist up under her shirt. I felt the swelling of her tit. I continued up until my hand cupped her breast.

“Mmm. I love having my tits played with,” she encouraged me.

My hand was full of wonder. Her skin was smooth and soft on the outside but firm underneath. Her hard nipple felt like a large pea pressing into my palm. I moved my hand, allowing her nipple to slip between my spread fingers. My hand covered about three quarter of her boob. It felt so good in my hand. I gently squeezed her nipple between my fingers and massaged the mound of flesh.

“That feels good,” she said. “You’re doing great.”

She kissed me with hungry lips. Our mouths opened and she sucked my tongue into her mouth greedily. We kissed passionately as my hand explored her tits.

I was becoming aware of a painful problem. All the kissing and fondling had made my dick hard. The problem was that my jeans had forced my cock to the side, and had significantly restricted its ability to expand. Natasha’s butt cheek was also partly on top of my cock, adding pressure into an already pressurized area. The restriction had grown so uncomfortable that it was now painful. I had tried to ignore it but it was getting worse. To relieve the pressure, I took my hand off her tit and stuck it down my pants, grabbed my cock and pulled it up straight. I felt immediate relief. However the head of my cock now stuck out the top of my pants. I pulled my shirt down to cover it and returned my hand to her breasts.

My re-arranging had drawn Natasha’s attention to my cock. She slid her butt over towards my knees to make some space. Her hand then touched the base of my cock and cupped my shaft. She moved her hand up my shaft until her fingers touched the exposed cock head.

She gasped in surprise and whispered into my ear, “You have such a big cock. Can I please take it out?”

“Absolutely.”

Her fingers struggled with the button on my jeans for a moment, then she unzipped my fly and opened my pants wide. She pulled my underpants down to my balls. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and slowly moved it up my entire length. I was so excited that I was worried that even that sensation would cause me to cum. Sensing my level of excitement she kept her movement slow.

I placed my hand on her inner thigh and moved up under her dress. She spread her legs, inviting me in. My hand reached the top of her leg. I expected to feel her panties but I just felt bare skin. I started moving to where I knew her pussy would be and I still felt no panties. I felt hair and then my finger brushed over her pussy lips.

She whispered into my ear, “This is a surprise I prepared for you. I was hoping that you would find a way to look up my skirt. This is so much better, don’t you think?”

My cock jumped in her hand in response, “Yeah, this is awesome.” I moved my fingers up and down the length of her slit. Her sex felt hot under my fingertips.

“Be gentle,” she instructed, “I’m really wet so you can lubricate your finger by pushing it into me slowly.”

I pushed my middle finger into the moist slit, “Like this?” It slipped in easily between her outer lips.

“A little lower,” she directed me.

I probed downwards between her inner lips and found the opening to her vagina. I pushed my finger in. My invading finger slid in to the first knuckle. It felt hot and incredibly slippery. The slit between her outer lips had been moist and sticky. The opening between her inner lips was hot, wet, and very slippery. This did not mean that my finger entered easily. I was surprised at how tight the opening felt. The inner flesh wrapped tightly around my finger and resisted my advance. I pushed in to the second knuckle. The angle of my hand prevented me from going any deeper. The heat and tightness around my finger felt fantastic.

“That feels really good,” she said. “Now push it in and out a few time to get it soaked in my juices.”

I moved my finger in and out. “It feels really tight.”

“I am tight,” she said. “I have not been fucked in months. It will loosen up a bit as I get used to your finger.”

I pushed in and out a few more times.

She moaned, “That feels so good. Take your wet finger and rub my clit with it.”

I withdrew my finger and felt a small nub near the top of her pussy. I rubbed up and down the nub with my slippery finger. At first it just felt like a lump, but then I discovered that lump was actually a hood of skin that could move back like a foreskin, revealing her clit underneath. I rapidly moved my slippery finger back and forth over her clit.

She moaned softly, “I want your fingers back in me, but keep on rubbing my clit with your palm.”

I experimented putting her instruction into practice and pretty soon I got the hang of it. She responded by pushing her pussy forward to meet my finger. She swallowed her moans as my finger plunged into her and my palm slid up and down her clit. I could tell she was building towards a climax. I could feel her pussy clenching my finger as spasms wracked her body. I moved my other hand up under her shirt and started squeezing her nipple between my fingers. The spasms got more frequent.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged in my ear. “I’m so close to cumming”

I started kissing her neck while I fingered her, and played with her nipple. I sucked the soft skin of her neck into my mouth. Her climax hit like a storm. She clamped her legs around my hand and held my head tightly against her neck. A set of violent spasms coursed through her body as she came. Her pussy muscles clenched my finger tightly in a series a rapid contractions. As soon as her climax finished she pushed my hand away from her pussy.

“I can’t take any more,” she said. “You need to give me a minute to recover.”

I removed my hand, “Okay.”

She collapsed against my chest. “Thank you. I did not expect to cum today.”

I felt like I had won the lottery. “It was my pleasure! You are amazing. It feels so nice putting my finger in you.”

She looked around to make sure that no one was paying us too much attention, “I’m going to give you some choices.” She held up a finger while slowly wanking my cock, “I could give you a hand job.” She stopped wanking me and held up a second finger, “I could give you a blow job. We don’t have any condoms, but I know that you are clean because you are a virgin. I’m clean because I have never had sex in any form without a condom. This would be the first time that I’ve sucked a cock without a condom but you will have to take my word for that.” She held up a third finger, “Or, if you are willing to give me you virginity, you can see how much nicer it feels to put your big cock inside my tight pussy instead of your finger. For the record, I want you to choose option three.”

I was so happy that she wanted to fuck me. “I want to lose my virginity.”

“I was really hoping you would choose to fuck,” she said, “I want to feel your big cock in my pussy so much. We could go home and fuck there, but if you are open to trying, I would like to fuck you right here.”

Not wanting to wait either, I said. “I want to fuck you right now.”

“Good,” she said. “Scoot your butt forward and lean back.”

I lifted her my butt off the chair and moved forward about six inches and then leaned back.

She climbed off my lap, turned her back to me and straddled my legs. She then held onto both armrests and lowered herself towards my cock. I guided my cock to her pussy as she lowered into position. My cock head touched her between her ass and pussy, a slight nudge forward and I slipped in-between her outer lips. My swollen head nudged into her opening. My whole world shrank as I focused on the sensations surrounding my cock. Hot clinging wetness surrounded the head of my cock. There was resistance as she forced her body downwards. Her vagina opening stretched over my cock head. There was a slight popping sensation as her entrance slipped over the widest part of my cock’s helmet. Once the head was in she forced herself all the way down my shaft in one long, slippery push.

The hot, slippery, tight friction that engulfed my cock as she slid down was just too much for me. My orgasm built quickly. I knew that there was no way I could hold back. As she neared the bottom of my cock, I grabbed her hips and thrust up with my hips forcing myself as deep as possible into her. My whole body tingled as cum raced up my cock and pumped into the depths of her vagina. I held her like that as spurt after spurt of hot cum pumped deep into her pussy.

As my orgasm subsided I felt bad about cumming so quickly.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “You felt so good that I could not hold back.”

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I knew you wouldn't last long because you were a virgin.” She experimentally lifted herself most of the way off my cock before sliding all the way back down. “It feels so different without a condom. I actually felt your cum shooting into me.” I held her ass as she rode up and down my length again, “Your cock also feels nicer, there is more sensation without the condom.” She rose up until only my cock head was in her pussy and then slid all the way back down, “I’m loving how full your long cock is making me feel.” She stopped riding me and held my cock deep in her pussy.

Her talk and the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my cock brought my seventeen-year-old cock back to life. I felt her inner muscles tighten around my cock and release. A moment later the sensation repeated.

I stifled a groan into her shoulder. “What are you doing? It feels amazing.”

She leaned back into me, “I was not sure if you would be able to feel that. I’m trying to massage your cock with my pussy muscles.”

I groaned as the sensation repeated. “It feels good.”

I put my arms around her and pulled her up my cock a couple of inches. I pulled her tight against my body so that she could not slide down. I then rotated my hips upwards and pushed my cock all the way back in. I pulled out and pushed back in.

She moaned softly, “That feels nice. Are you ready to fuck me again?”

Out and in. Her soft pussy embraced my throbbing member completely. Out and in. The tight pussy muscles massaged my cock head, resisting my movement. I continued my slow, steady stroking. Out and in. Out and in. It felt so good I never wanted it to end. Out and in. Out and in.

Frustrated with the short strokes that our position allowed, I placed my hands under her ass. Using the armrests for leverage I was able to easily lift her about four inches off my lap. With her lifted up I could now withdraw two thirds of my cock before plunging back in.

The longer strokes amplified the pleasure I was experiencing. With the longer stroke I noticed an intake of air from Natasha every time I forced my cock back into place. Her inner muscles also started contracting around my cock on each drive.

“You feel so good,” I said, “I never dreamed that it would feel this good.”

“It feels great,” she agreed. “Take your time, just don’t stop before I cum.”

I continued pumping with long steady strokes. Each stroke met with a contraction. Each contraction accompanied by a sharp breath.

“Faster,” she instructed with a breathy voice.

I pushed into her pussy more violently now, hitting her ass with my groin as I bottomed out. Her contractions could not keep up with the faster pace, but they did get longer. She gripped my cock hard for two or three strokes before relaxing for three or four strokes. The contrast between fucking a relaxed pussy and one that grabbed onto my cock like a hand was bringing me close to climaxing again. Instinctively, I knew that it would be so much better if we came together.

I held back until her entire body started to shake. Her pussy muscles grabbed me harder than before in a huge contraction. She pulled my hands away and forced herself down into my lap and ground her pussy against the base of my cock.

Her orgasmic pleasure on my cock sent me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten and cum race up my cock. With a stifled grunt, I spurted hot cum into her wet pussy, for the second time that morning.

We were both spent and satisfied. She got of my lap. We spent a few moments making ourselves look respectable before watching the last few minutes of the movie. I had no idea what was happening in the movie. It did not matter. I was completely content with my arm around her shoulders.

As we made our way out the theater we passed one of the other couples. A pretty girl gave us an embarrassed smile and her boyfriend gave me the thumbs up. I realised that we had not been as discreet at we had hoped.

On the drive back to her house, Natasha told me that the girlfriend experience was just about to come to an end. Once I dropped her off, the lesson would be over and she would be Rick’s girlfriend again. Before I could object, she continued and explained that there was a lot of material we did not cover. If I wanted to we could have another lesson the following Saturday by the pool. I instantly agreed.

The next lesson came much sooner than expected. That night I was asleep when Rick and Natasha came home from their night out. I found out later that she was worried that Rick would find my cum in her pussy if they fucked. She had told Rick that they could not fuck because it was the wrong time of the month. She sent him to sleep with a hand job. Sometime later I woke as she crawled naked into my bed. She said I needed a lesson on the sixty nine position. Her head disappeared under the sheet and a moment later she sucked my limp cock into her mouth.

She broke up with Rick later that week; however, we never officially dated. Initially it was just too awkward with Rick around. We did, however, have many lessons that ended with us naked and fucking. Later on we decided not to date as we both felt it would ruin our comfortable, 'No Strings Attached' relationship.

We made a pact to always practice safe sex with other people so that we would never need to use condoms.

We are both happily married now, with our own . She runs her own massage therapy practice. My wife is amazed at how often I hurt my back, my shoulders, my knees or any other part of my body. An hour fucking my favourite massage therapist always seems to relieve all my pains.

Natasha told me that she has no idea whether her are mine or her husband's. He has similar features to me, so short of a paternity test, we will never know. We both agreed that it is more fun not knowing.