Jo's First and Pat's Too

This story is based on a true experience. Of course the names have been changed.

All characters are above the age of 18.

Prologue

Pat and Seanie (pronounced shawny) were two Irish lads who had moved to London from the small town of Kilderris where they had been friends in high school.

Pat had gone to hotel school on the west coast and had completed his Bachelor of Administration the previous year. Having worked for almost a year in London as part of his work experience year, he applied for a job in the same five star hotel at Hyde Park corner and was accepted as a receptionist.

Seanie had not gone on to higher education but chose to work in one of the local stud farms with the race horses that the Irish were so fond of. He kept in touch with Pat and they generally went to the pub when Pat was home for a weekend. When he heard that Pat was moving to London, Seanie saw it as an opportunity to broaden his horizons. He was bored with the horses, and with living at home with his mum and siblings, and he craved adventure and entertainment. There was not much to do in Kilderris apart from get drunk in the pub at the weekend.

Whilst Pat had a job to look forward to, Seanie travelled to London with only one bag and a stack of money he had saved from his work at the stud farm.

Now a year later, both of the lads had settled into their jobs. Seanie had found work in construction in the concrete gang. It was extreme physical work spreading the loads of concrete by hand as they were pumped up from the delivery trucks, and Seanie had cried from the pain in his limbs the first two weeks. Now though he had developed muscle mass in both his legs and arms and he looked like a professional body builder. With his straw like dirty blond coloured hair and his toothy grin, Seanie was a hit with the ladies. His charm won them over and he ended most weekends in bed with one or other boozy lady.

Pat in contrast was quite shy with the ladies and at 21 still a virgin. It was not the he didn't have girlfriends, it was just that he never got to go all the way. His last girlfriend had gone down on him, as he did on her, but she broke off the relationship before they could get to the next step. Pat had little self-confidence as his girlfriend Sue was stunning and, he thought, that she was slumming with him until something better came along. The proof was that she dumped Pat for some obnoxious French guy who just happened to be incredibly handsome too. Pat, however, could be very charming and he was quick witted and funny. It just took a little time to get him to show his real self.

Pat had a steady girlfriend Jo (short for Josephine). Jo worked in the same hotel as Pat as a supervisor in the housekeeping department. They met at work. Pat, now a shift leader at the front desk, was checking rooms to see if guests had actually departed when he literally bumped into Jo as she exited a room.

Pat's jaw dropped open. He was mesmerized by this beautiful young woman.

Her skin was like porcelain, smooth flawless and yet radiating a soft glow. Her dark brown hair was cut neatly and short in a bob, but slightly tousled and framing her face. She had high cheekbones and a perfectly defined jawline.

Her blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness and warmth and her slightly bee-stung lips looked eminently kissable.

She was tall and thin, but Pat could not really see her shape as she was dressed in a somewhat frumpy uniform.

Pat stammered "Hello."

"Hello yourself." Answered Jo in the broadest Irish accent imaginable.

"Are you Irish?" Pat asked.

"I am." Replied Jo. "and you?" she asked.

"From Kilderris." Was all Pat could manage.

"Okay. I am from Athbullan in county Galway. I doubt you've ever heard of it. It's in the middle of nowhere." Said Jo. "Now if you'll excuse me I have quite a lot of rooms to check."

"Right-o." said Pat. "Sure I'll see you around."

"Yep." Said Jo, and promptly turned and left Pat standing there in awe.

That was two months ago. Turns out Jo was on work experience from the same Hotel School that Pat had attended. She was 19 years old, two years younger than Pat.

Pat had made sure he bumped into Jo every day and eventually convinced her to join him in the pub one evening with the rest of the Front Office team.

Jo was very careful, didn't drink too much and liked to watch the goings on. Pat was delighted that she came, but he drank a little too much and in his tipsy state confessed to Jo that he had a terrible crush on her. This brought a huge smile to Jo's face as she admitted to really enjoying Pat's company too.

After the pub they headed for the Tube to take them home. Pat shared a one bedroom flat in Finsbury Park with his friend Seanie and Jo's mum had arranged for her to room with an aunt, who was a nun, in a convent by Hampstead Heath.

They got on the Picadilly line and chatted until they were almost in Kings Cross where Jo would have to change to the Northern Line to Belsize Park. Her room was a few minutes from there.

"Well, I have to change at the next stop." She said.

Pat put on a sad puppy look. His heart was in his mouth, and he blurted out.

"Do I get a kiss goodbye?"

Jo threw her head back and laughed. "As you asked me so nicely, yes." She answered.

Jo leaned in and kissed Pat full on the lips as the train screeched to a halt.

"See you tomorrow." She whispered in Pat's ear.

Pat returned to his apartment in Finsbury Park with a huge grin on his face, which just would not go away.

Seanie cried out the minute Pat entered the apartment. "I've seen that look before. Someone got lucky."

Pat tried to brush it off, saying it was only a kiss, but Seanie was having none of it.

"A man is in Luv." He kept saying, misquoting the Waterboys song.

Pat was puzzled as to how he would introduce them, Seanie being the none too discreet builder and Jo that fine and precious china doll.

He also worried about what Jo would think of the apartment, as it was in a very rough area of the city and was very basic with woodchip wallpaper throughout and polyester carpeting designed for industrial wear. There was one bedroom with two divan beds and the lads had an agreement that if one of them was to bring someone home the one of them would sleep on the sofa. So far Seanie was the lucky one, but as he often came home very late, he also ended up sleeping on the couch or on a mattress on the floor with his latest conquest.

But the apartment was cheap, relative to the other locations and it was above a shop, which meant it was relatively warm. It's location in Finsbury Park however was not great as there was a lot of drug dealing going on around the tube station and there was a distinctive mix of Afro-Carribean, Indian, Cyrpiot and of course Irish. That in itself was not a problem, but the gang related crime was rife. Add to that the Reggae club around the corner and the two rivalrous football clubs Arsenal and Tottenham close by and you can imagine weekend nights especially could be tense.

Part 2

Pat didn't need to worry too much. Two months later he had introduced Jo to Seanie and they had spent several days off together at the apartment.

Jo, however, never stayed the night as she was worried that it might get back to her mother that she had not been home for a night. Jo was from a good catholic family and staying a night with a boyfriend before marriage was taboo. Sex was completely out of the question as the catholic church didn't approve of contraception.

And that was according to Seanie the problem.

"The problem with good catholic Irish girls," he said "is that they have barbed wire around their knickers." As he and Pat were philosophizing about Pat's relationship.

Sure, Jo had kissed a lot and even let Pat cop a feel of her breasts. She had even let him finger her on one occasion, but reluctantly at that. Pat felt stymied. Cock blocked as Seanie described it in his ever discreet terms.

Seanie on the other hand had no problems getting laid. His recipe was simple. Go to the pub. Drink a shed load of beer and hit on a woman who also has had lots to drink. It had however delivered some hilarious results as Seanie had brought women of every age and size home, only to say goodbye the following day and never see them again.

As he said himself. "I never went to bed with an ugly woman, but I sure woke up beside some." Seanie's relationships never lasted long as he was all about the hunt and the prize. Pat was envious of the ease with which Seanie went about his 'conquests', but did not have the same idea about relationships at all.

All of this was about to change drastically.

It was Friday and Pat had arranged to meet Jo at her place, and they would go to a local restaurant for something to eat.

When he got there, he waited by the street corner, as Jo did not want the prying eyes of her aunt reporting back to Ireland.

Jo arrived in a foul mood. Pat, a little taken aback, asked. "What's wrong Jo? You look upset."

"That bitch of a woman. She has been talking to my mum."

"Who?" asked Pat, alarmed. Jo was normally very cheerful when they met up.

"Who do you think?" Jo spat back. "My fucking aunt, the nun."

"Oh crap." Thought Pat. "What has she been saying?" he asked.

Jo calmed down a little. She looked at Pat and said. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I shouldn't take it out on you, but my aunt has told my mother about you and my mum and dad found it necessary to call me to express their disapproval."

"But they don't know me." Pat replied.

"Exactly." Said Jo. "But my aunt found that I have gone on birth control pills and drew the conclusion that we have been having sex."

"What? " Pat exclaimed. "I didn't even know you were on the pill. And besides how did your aunt find out? Was she going through your room?"

Pat's heart had skipped a beat when he heard that Jo had gone on the pill as he concluded that it meant only one thing. She was planning to have sex!

"I guess so." Said Jo, fuming. "What gives her the right? What gives my parents the right. I'm not a minor anymore and can decide for myself what I do with my body. They have no right to approve or disapprove of my actions. I was, advised to go on the pill by my GP as my periods were so heavy."

Pat's heart sunk a little with this news. Still a door had opened so he did not give up hope.

"Anyway, I need to let this all sink in." she continued. "Where are we going to eat?"

Pat took Jo to a small Italian place around the corner where they both demolished a plate of Carbonara and a bottle of Chianti. Jo had a little more wine than usual and was talking at a hundred miles an hour.

"I'll show them." She said. "Let's go back to your place. I think I want to stay the night with you just to spite my aunt."

"Right. Let's go then." Pat replied.

He took Jo's hand in his and walked with her to the tube station. They travelled in silence to Finsbury Park with Jo laying her head on Pat's shoulder.

Jo was tired by the time they had negotiated the stairs and the streets around Finsbury Park station and went to lie on Pat's bed. By the time Seanie came home they were both fast asleep spooning each other in the bed.

He smiled and pulled the blanket over them. He took his own blanket and went to sleep on the sofa. For all his bravado and bluff, Seanie was one of the good guys.

Jo awoke the next day with a start. "Oh my god." She cried out. "What have I done."

Pat stirred himself awake slowly, rubbing his eyes. "You slept here. Nothing happened."

"I know that." Replied Jo. "But I will be for the high jump if this gets back to my parents."

"So where is the defiant 'I'm an adult and can do what I want' Jo from yesterday." Pat asked.

Jo calmed down a little and smiled at Pat.

"You're right, you know. I'm still pretty angry at them for what they did to me."

She kissed Pat full on the lips and said, "Thanks for being there for me."

"Anytime." Pat replied. "Now how about we give your parents a reason to be mad. After all you will probably get the lecture anyway." He laughed and added "If you have to do the time, you might as well do the crime." Turning the saying on its head.

Jo hesitated. "I don't know Pat. I am a little frightened as I don't know anything about actually having sex."

Pat smiled gently. "Then we will both be learning as we go along as I have never actually done the deed myself." Jo's eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face.

"I always assumed that you were an experienced lover! Oh boy, how wrong can you be?"

Pat replied. "It would be an honour to give up my virginity to you, if you would be willing to do the same for me."

Jo hugged him and cried out. "Yes! Yes, let's do it."

"You will be gentle, won't you?" she added.

"We will take it slowly, and if you decide that you want to stop then I will immediately stop. No guilt and no blame. Ok?"

"Ok." Said Jo. "How do we start?"

Pat smiled. Oh how he loved Jo's innocence.

"Well to start we should probably take off our clothes." He said with a grin.

Jo punched him in the arm. "Cheeky pup. I knew that."

"I just feel a bit awkward."

"I understand. If it's any comfort. Me too." Pat answered.

He held Jo close to him on the bed, spooning her from behind. Gently he kissed the nape of her neck, giving her goosebumps. Then he kissed her shoulder and between her shoulder blades.

"Mmm." Said Jo. "That feels nice."

Pat dragged his finger gently along Jo's arm from her hand to her shoulder and the along the side of body downwards to her butt. Jo giggled.

Pat moved his hand inside Jo's T-shirt and lifted it slowly upwards to help er take it off. Jo sat up and removed it completely.

Jo unclasped her bra from behind but didn't let it fall yet. She was a little unsure and embarrassed as she had never been naked with a man before.

Pat gently took Jo's hands in his and pulled them away from her allowing the bra to fall alongside Jo's T-shirt. Her naked breasts were now on display.

"You're beautiful Jo." Pat said. "No need to be ashamed or afraid."

Jo shivered slightly. "Can we go under the duvet?" she asked.

"Of course." Pat answered and pulled it over them both.

Jo dived completely under and tugged Pat's t-shirt upwards. Pat lifted it completely over his head and discarded it with the other clothes.

Then Pat ducked under the duvet, taking Jo in his arms momentarily before moving downwards to kiss her teardrop shaped breasts. First a gentle kiss on the right followed by the left, and then a kiss on the right nipple moving then to the left.

Jo's breasts were as pale as her face and were topped by pink areola's and darker nipples. Her nipples were protruding at least a half an inch upward, which told Pat that Jo was definitely aroused.

Jo gasped at the kisses. "Ooh. That feels really nice Pat. Do it again."

Pat of course obliged lingering longer on each nipple this time, which brought a gentle moan from Jo.

He pinched each nipple gently causing them to get even harder that they had been.

Jo was squirming on the bed. She didn't seem to be able to keep her legs still. She felt a dampness creeping into her panties that she had never felt before.

"Oh Pat, I'm wet. Down there."

"That's a good thing." Answered Pat, delighted that he had at least read some erotic stories in the times that he had no girlfriend. That was about all the knowledge he had but it stood him in good stead now.

"May I feel?" He asked.

Jo nodded bashfully and hooked her thumbs in her panties, dragging them down past her knees. She lifted first one leg and then the other and discarded her underwear out of the bed.

Pat moved his hand downwards and felt her pubic mound. He gently traced his fingers between her outer lips and felt the heat and moisture of Jo's sex.

Jo inhaled between her teeth. She was still nervous and not completely comfortable.

"You're beautiful Jo." Pat repeated the compliment.

She grabbed his head between her arms and kissed him passionately to distract herself.

Pat rubbed gently between her folds and found her clitoris with his finger. He barely touched it when Jo let out a yelp.

"Oh my god. My whole body jumped when you did that."

"Was it painful?" asked Pat.

"No, not at all." Jo replied. "It was really nice, but I hadn't expected it to be so sensitive."

"Well let's try again." Said Pat as he continued to stroke Jo's pussy. He touched her clit again, but this time he held his finger there. Jo was squirming.

Pat began to tease Jo's clit, and she threw her head backwards holding his upper arm so tight that he was sure he would bruise.

As he continued to massage Jo's clit, her breathing became heavier and deeper. Like someone at the end of a sprint race.

"Are you ok?" Pat asked.

"More than ok." Jo replied. "Keep going, don't stop."

Pat increased the pressure on Jo's clit a little and slipped a sneaky finger into her opening.

Jo rolled her eyes upward as if she was trying to concentrate on the pleasure she was feeling.

Then Jo stopped breathing for a moment. Her face contorted and twisted as her very first orgasm began to wash over her like a tidal wave. Her legs started to flail and she threw her arms around Pat breathing savagely through her teeth. Her pelvis bucked upwards again and again. Her voice was hoarse as she cried out.

"Aagh! Aagh! Noooo! Stop! Stop! I can't take any more."

Pat stopped teasing her clit and held Jo tight to him. She continued to shudder as her orgasm sped through every part of her body like an electric storm.

Some moments later when Jo was calmer, she looked up at Pat with tears in her eyes.

She kissed him passionately on the lips and said. "Jeeeezus! That was amazing. I never felt so much pleasure before. Didn't even know it was possible."

"Thank god." Said Pat. "I was afraid I might have hurt you."

"Hurt me? No, you definitely did not hurt me Pat. I feel like you woke something up I never realized I had." Said Jo, adding. "This is why people are crazy about sex. It's amazing."

"But what about you?" what can I do to make you feel the same?" Jo asked.

"Well first of all let me say I got a great deal of pleasure out of making you cum." Pat said. "And as you can see, or feel, my cock took notice too."

"Let me see." Jo demanded.

Pat lowered the duvet and showed the tent in his shorts to Jo, who laughed and said.

"No silly, let me really see it."

Pat shrugged and pulled his shorts down and off. The pile of discarded clothes grew a little more.

Jo was fascinated. She had never seen an adult cock before and now an erect one was sticking vertically upwards right beside her. She was fascinated by the size as Pat was reasonably well hung, as they say.

"Can I touch it?" she asked excitedly.

"Sure." Said Pat. "But I want to see you too, as all I have done is feel you.

Jo threw the duvet almost completely off the bed and lay naked in all her glory for Pat to wonder.

"You're beautiful Jo." Pat said again and Jo blushed.

Jo reached out and touched Pat's cock.

"Ooh, it's hard, but it's also silky to the touch." She said

Pat's cock felt like it had gotten even harder than it was. A small amount of pre-cum was leaking from the head.

Jo wrapped her hand around Pat's erection and gently moved it up and down feeling the veins and the ridges. More pre-cum leaked.

"What's that?" asked Jo.

"Pre-cum." Answered Pat. "A sort of lubricant for when I want to enter your pussy. Just like you getting moist when you're aroused. Makes the entry easier and smoother."

Jo shocked a little.

"But it's so thick. How?"

"Well." Said Pat now relying on the erotic stories he had read "Your pussy will stretch to accommodate it somehow."

Jo thought for a minute. Then she bent over and kissed the head of Pat's cock.