Chelsea's First Love

"Don't be embarrassed. I don't judge anyone by their proclivities. You can tell me. You don't have to, but really, it's ok. I'll confess something embarrassing. I have a very strange liking of pimple popping videos on YouTube."

Derek laughed really hard then said, "that's not too strange, some of those videos are kind of interesting. Ok, but no one except my ex wife knows this so I hope you can appreciate the amount of trust that goes into this."

Derek paused for a second, took a deep breath, and said, "I can't wash dishes. I mean, I can, I know how to I just don't. It...uh...scares me. When I was a kid, around ten years old, one of my chores was to wash the dishes after dinner. One night I was scrubbing out long glass cups but one had broke and I didn't know that it had broke. In a sink full of soap bubbles, I didn't see the broken glass, but it had cut deep into my wrist and I nearly died from the blood loss."

"Oh my God, that's awful. Did you go to the hospital?"

"I fainted shortly after yelling for my parents, but I woke up in the hospital with my hand bandaged and my mom standing over me. I've never washed a dish ever since then."

"I'll bet, at ten years old, that was probably pretty traumatic. Do you go to therapy for it or counseling?"

"No, my parents felt it would be best to just let the memory fade as time went on. Parents don't always know what's best I suppose. I guess I have PTSD from it, but it was so long ago, it seems useless to confront that fear now. It's just easier to eat out a lot and use paper everything in the house which don't need washed."

Chelsea could have never guessed that there was a person out there in the world that's terrified to wash dishes. It kind of blew her mind and she really didn't know what to say. Fortunately, they were just about at the garage where Chelsea's mom's car was. Now there was a strange mood in the car. Derek could tell Chelsea had no clue what else to say so he tried changing the subject.

Derek unlocked the car doors and said, "it's kind of funny, a grown man that's scared to do dishes. I hope you still want to have dinner."

"Of course. I'll get my car and follow you to your house. How far away is it?"

"Less than ten minutes from here."

"Awesome, I won't be long."

Without reason why, before opening her door to get out, Chelsea leaned in close to Derek. Derek began leaning in also and they kissed. At first it was a short little peck on the lips and they both leaned back away from each other just slightly. Their mouths were still only about six inches apart from each other, but they both sat, motionless for a split second looking into each others eyes. They both had blue eyes. Chelsea's were silvery blue and Derek's were more of a blue green. They could both feel the spark between them after the short kiss. It was like the universal law of attraction or a gravitational pull that was forcing them together.

After they both knew exactly what it was that they were feeling, their lips embraced again. This time, the kiss was passionate, sexual, electric. Their tongues met each other in the small space between there own mouths and danced together. It was deep and powerful like two people that had loved each other in a previous life, but were now finally back together again after eons of being apart. It was magical and intense.

They kissed for what seemed like ten minutes. Even though this was Chelsea's very first kiss, she kissed Derek with experience and knowledge. Chelsea placed her right hand on the back of Derek's head in order to push him in tighter against her mouth. They kissed with such fury that that their front teeth were occasionally touching each other.

Even Derek was surprised at how comfortable and easy the kiss felt. The one thing Derek didn't want, and it was happening anyway. He was falling for this eighteen year old girl who had no experience in the real world. This girl knew nothing of real pain, hurt, passion, or love. And yet, he was feeling the same kind of emotions that he had when he first knew he wanted to marry his first wife. When Derek had that realization, he panicked at first. This feeling he was having he hadn't felt in many, many years.

With their lips still locked to one another, Derek stopped panicking and decided to not fear or subdue this emotion. He thought, since Chelsea was eighteen, she would probably get tired of him soon enough anyway so he may as well enjoy this while it lasted. The best part about this for Derek, was that for the very first time in over two months, he wasn't thinking about his ex wife. He knew if Chelsea was capable of doing such a thing like that, he had better do his best to not scare her away.

A few minutes into the passionate kiss, Ginsberg must of gotten bored or jealous. He decided he was going to join in and put his snout close to both Derek's and Chelsea's lips, and gave them both a lick or two just to remind them that he was still in the car. Chelsea and Derek both laughed and separated from each other for a moment.

Derek rubbed Ginsberg on the top of his head and said to him, "ok bud, I know, time to get moving. So dinner, are we still on?"

Chelsea smiled and joined in rubbing the top of Ginsbergs head. She then looked into Derek's blue green eyes and said, "definitely. "

Chelsea followed Derek back to his house and decided she absolutely couldn't wait to tell Amber about the kiss she just experienced. She dialed the number then set it to speaker phone. It only rung once before Amber picked it up.

"Are you ok? Did he kill you?"

"That doesn't even make sense. I'm fine. I'm following him back to his house to drop off my car before we go to dinner so I don't have long to tell you my juicy news."

"Oh my God! You gave him a blowjob. I knew you were just a nasty slut like me underneath that innocent looking facade of yours."

"What? No. What the hell is wrong with you? We kissed. But it was like a really long sensual kind of kiss. And before you ask, I was the one that initiated that, not him."

"Good for you girlfriend. Is he a good kisser? You know, if he's a good kisser with his tongue, then he'll be really good at going down on you."

"I don't really have anything to compare it to, but yeah. I think it was really good. It made me tingle all over so that's gotta be good, right?"

"Yes, that's definitely good. Be careful and let me know how dinner goes."

"Ok mom."

Chelsea hung up on Amber just as Derek was turning into his driveway. Derek had a two story stone townhouse which was fairly large for a minimalist. Under the townhouse was a two door garage that was completely empty inside. Chelsea thought most people kept their extra junk in a garage like this. Derek however, kept his garage void of any clutter.

Derek motioned for Chelsea to pull into the garage on the right side while Derek parked on the left. Once they were both parked and out of their cars, Chelsea said, "this is the tidiest garage I've ever seen."

Derek replied, "I told you I don't keep a bunch of useless things laying around. If I did, my compulsive side would never get any writing done. I'd be cleaning and moving things around constantly."

"I never thought about that, I guess you're right."

"I'm going to get Ginsberg settled in before we go. If you'd like, I could give you a quick tour of my place. It's much smaller than what it looks like from outside."

"Sure, I don't have to be back home until later this evening."

Derek, Chelsea, and Ginsberg all entered the house. The door in the garage led straight into Derek's kitchen which was very clean and shiny, as Chelsea suspected it would be. Beyond the kitchen was the living room that was nicely decorated. The walls were full of framed Ansel Adams black and white pictures. There were two brown leather couches, a huge entertainment stand and the biggest TV Chelsea had ever seen. Ginsberg had a nice plush bed next to one of the couches and there were house plants everywhere.

When Chelsea walked into the living room, Ginsberg took his station in his plush bed while Chelsea looked around a little. There were lots of windows in the living room and an eclectic movie collection that had everything from Casablanca to Zombieland. It was quite impressive. Chelsea felt a very strong man-vibe in the living room and she was pretty sure that his ex wife had never lived here at any point.

Derek had gone to the bathroom while Chelsea was paroosing over his movie collection. When Derek was finished and found Chelsea in the living room, Derek said, "there's not much to the second floor. There's just my bedroom, a second bathroom, and my office where I write. It's not very interesting but you can check it out if you'd like."

"This is a very impressive movie collection. You have a wide variety of tastes. I was expecting a small stash of adult movies, since that's what you do for a living that is."

"I keep all of those in my room. The living room isn't big enough to hold them all."

Chelsea was pretty sure that was just a joke, but she didn't laugh at first until Derek said, "I'm kidding. No adult movies in this house. To be honest, writing about sex all day long kind of desensitizes you to the whole thing. It's kind of weird actually."

"Wow, I would have never of guessed that. I would've thought that writing about sex all day would make someone be in a constant state of...hornieness? Is that a word?"

Derek laughed then said, "I think so. When I first started writing these sex novels, it kind of had that affect on me. It drove my ex a little crazy sometimes. I guess she wasn't as into sex as I would've hoped she were. Maybe she just wasn't into having sex with me. Maybe that was the problem. At any rate, after writing these damn things for over fifteen years, it gets kind of difficult to find something arousing to me, personally."

Suddenly, everything clicked together in Chelsea's head and she understood perfectly clear why Derek was interested in being with someone her age. Chelsea thought that the slightly abnormal difference between their ages was just taboo enough to make this exciting for Derek. Everything about Derek was beginning to make sense to Chelsea now, and it made her want him, in a big way. The sudden rush of exhilaration Chelsea got from solving the puzzle that was Derek, kicked her hormones into high gear and she couldn't control it.

The two of them stood in silence for a few seconds while Chelsea figured out the enigma that was Derek. Derek wasn't sure what was going on, but he could tell that Chelsea was deep in thought about something. He stayed quiet and still, waiting on Chelsea to either say something or make the first move. Even Ginsberg was interested in just what was going on at that moment.

Chelsea's face lit up like a Christmas tree when she had her deep realization about Derek. Chelsea thought, background check or no background check, her gut was telling her to take him. She was ready to step way out of her comfort zone and make a very uncharacteristic, very bold move.

Chelsea walked slowly towards Derek, her heart pounded furiously, her stomach in knots, but her brain was as sharp as ever. Derek could see the wild animal look coming from Chelsea's face, but he stayed perfectly still. He let Chelsea stalk her prey like a lioness and Derek was the small woodland creature that already knew it's fate. There was no sense in trying to avoid it because it was going to happen regardless of anything Derek tried to do.

Chelsea was only three feet away from Derek when she finally said something to her prey. "I was thinking, we could save dinner for some other night. I'm not all that hungry, for food that is."

Derek made a gulping noise then said, "ok, what ummm...did you have in mind then? I'm not very good at this sort of thing. Should we sit down or..."

Without any more words, Chelsea put herself up against Derek, put her hands on his hips, and began her attack. Derek put both his hands behind Chelsea's head and let his fingers get lost in the long strands of Chelsea's soft and smooth hair. They kissed each other hard and rough while letting their tongues continue the dance they had started after leaving the laundromat. Their bodies grinded against each other and Chelsea could feel Derek becoming very aroused and hard through his khakis.

Derek decided to get a little more aggressive, now that he caught up to Chelsea and were now on the same page. Derek moved his hands down her back and unbuttoned the four buttons keeping Chelsea's black dress on her. Her dress slid effortlessly off her body and settled in a pool of fabric on the floor by her feet. Now, Chelsea only had on her sexy sheer black bra and matching thong. Derek's heart was pounding so hard now, he thought he might have a heart attack any moment now.

Derek had never seen such a perfect body like Chelsea's. He studied every last little part of her. Her skin, legs, chest, and stomach looked so fragile and untouched. She was absolutely breathtaking. Derek grabbed Chelsea and brought her body into his as tight as he possibly could. He began kissing every area that was close to Chelsea's mouth. He went from her chin, to her cheek, to her earlobe, then finally to her neck line which made Chelsea tingle all throughout her body. She could feel herself getting very wet from all of the sudden intense action. And Derek sucking on her neck, was not helping matters at all. Chelsea had no idea she could come so close to having an orgasm by simply having her neck kissed and sucked on.

Just before Derek was about to undo her bra, Chelsea whispered into his ear, "sit down on the couch."

Derek did exactly as he was told and was a little surprised that this shy eighteen year old girl had a totally different side to her now. He wondered if Chelsea even knew she had it in her to be so forthright.

Once Derek was seated, Chelsea said, "take off your shirt, but not your pants, just yet. I'll take those off of you myself in a minute."

Derek took his shirt off while Chelsea turned around to face the wall as she unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the ground with her dress. Before she turned around to let Derek see her small perky breasts, she slowly slid her black panties off to reveal her beautiful round and perfect ass. Chelsea still didn't turn back around yet. Instead, she decided to tease Derek a little first.

Chelsea bent over to place her black thong on the pile of clothes she had started in the middle of Derek's living room. She knew exactly what she was doing. When she bent over, Derek got a perfect look at Chelsea's pink hairless snatch and beautifully pink tight little asshole.

Derek couldn't help from whispering, "Oh my God" at the hot sexy view he was given of Chelsea from behind. He couldn't keep his own hands off of himself at that point. Derek still had his khakis on, but he started to rub his rock solid erection through his pants. Chelsea was driving the poor writer out of his ever loving mind now.

As Chelsea was still bent over, revealing everything she had to offer, she asked Derek quietly, "do you like my body? It's never been touched by anyone except me. But don't worry, I've already taken care of that pesky hymen so you won't have to. I want you to be my first Derek, please?"

Derek's head was close to spontaneously combusting. He tried figuring out how exactly he went from doing laundry to having an eighteen year old girl bend over and show him her two highly edible and lovely fuck holes. Derek could do nothing but shrug, thank God for the blessing he was about to receive, and just let it all unfold as it was coming to him.

When Derek remembered he had been asked a question from Chelsea, he answered with, "I can't trust Ginsberg to stay quiet if we're down here. Let's move up to my room and I'll light a few candles for background light."

Chelsea, who was completely naked now, began rubbing both of her nipples while she answered Derek. "That sounds wonderful. Do you have any chocolate syrup that we can get messy with?"

Derek laughed hard and said, "you are something else miss Chelsea. You're positive this is your first time? Because you seem like you are a semi pro at this. I'm a little confused. Yes, there's some in the fridge."

Chelsea walked past Derek slowly and went into the kitchen to look for the chocolate syrup. As she passed, Derek got a close-up of...everything. Chelsea was stunning. Her young beautiful unblemished skin looked soft and ultra smooth. Her breasts were small but sporty and her nipples were a beautiful shade of pink. Her fair skin was covered in small dark moles that accentuated her soft skin. She was a vision of absolute beauty.

Derek couldn't say a single word as Chelsea slowly walked past him. He was entranced, mystified, intoxicated. He stared at her perfect white ass as she stepped into the kitchen, butt naked. She could feel his eyes on her as she opened the door to the fridge. Chelsea was drunk on the power she felt that she had over Derek now. She knew he would do almost anything if she asked him. But Chelsea's goal was not to have control over this thirty five year old writer from Philadelphia. Chelsea simply wanted the experience of being with a man. An adult man. In the very back of her mind, she also wanted to have something juicy to share with her only good friend, Amber, for a change.

When Chelsea found the chocolate syrup, she walked back into the living room, but Derek had gone upstairs. Ginsberg was fast asleep in his bed and looked like he was dreaming about chasing something because his front legs would keep twitching. Derek had turned on the light for the staircase that led to the second floor of the townhouse.

Chelsea was just about to make her way up to the second floor when she heard her phone ring. It wasn't Amber this time, it was her mother. Chelsea knew she had to take the call so she yelled up the stairs to Derek, "hey! My mom's calling me. I'll be up in two minutes."

Just then, Derek poked his head from out of his bedroom to answer Chelsea. "Yeah, take your time. I'll be quiet. I'm assuming she probably doesn't know you're here in my house."

Chelsea smiled at Derek and said, "you're very intuitive there mister writer. This shouldn't take long."

Chelsea, who walked around Derek's house naked as if it were her own home, got her phone out of the pocket of her dress that was on the floor. Chelsea used a specific ringtone for her mothers incoming calls just like she did with Amber so she could differentiate between important calls and non important calls. The ringtone she used for her mom's calls was Mamma Mia by ABBA.

Chelsea answered the call, "hello?"

"Just checking in buggy. You still in the city?"

"Yes, and I know I have a curfew."

"Ok, just be careful. Some of the more aggressive drivers in Philly don't care who you are. They'll run you down or run right over you if they get the chance."

"I know mom, I'm always safe. Love you."

"Love you too, buggy."

The phone call was a huge reality check for Chelsea. Even though her hormones were raging AND she was completely naked holding a bottle of chocolate syrup, Chelsea had a tiny moment of clarity and decided this was not the way to do this. She really did want Derek to be her first and all, but now, after talking to her mother, Chelsea felt differently about this now. Maybe it was just her nerves messing with her. She couldn't pinpoint it, but what she did know, was that she needed to get home.

Chelsea yelled upstairs for Derek who was still lighting candles. Derek knew from the tone of Chelsea's voice that tonight's evening activities were probably just cancelled. Derek came downstairs to find out what was going on. He still had his pants on per Chelsea's request. Chelsea was getting her clothes back on as quickly as she could when Derek sat down on one of his living room couches.