When We Were Young Ch. 04

"Wait-" I hesitated for a second, unsure if I really wanted to say anything but knowing I felt different now, honest and vulnerable, in the light of day "-I lied the other night. About myself, a little."

He laughed and looked at me. "What do you mean?"

I swallowed hard and rushed to get the words out. "I've, um, I've never done it before. I mean, I've done, like, everything else pretty much. So I'm not exactly some pure innocent flower or whatever. But the actual, you know...not yet."

Immediately, Beck stopped. His hands went from my breasts to my waist, no urgency or pressure in them. Then he kissed me so gently it was like a butterfly landing on my lips. With no agenda or nerves or needs, he asked, "Well, do you want to?"

My eyes searched his face. I knew he was fully prepared to stop and do nothing beyond what we already had if I said so. I knew that if I never wanted to have sex with him, he'd be okay with that. I knew I was safe with him. "Yes. I really, really want to. With you."

"Ask me," he said, intense but quiet, "so I know you're sure. Ask me."

One of my hands went up to the back of his neck and brought him close to me. Our foreheads were pressed against one another. At the same time, with my other hand, I reached down to his cock and lined it up with my entrance. Then I looked up to find him watching me, waiting for me, resisting every human urge to thrust inside of me and fuck me hard and fast like I could tell he wanted to. Our eyes locked. "Take me, Beck."

"Let me know if I do anything, anything you don't like or that makes you uncomfortable or- You're so wonderful and I know this is special and I don't-"

I kissed him again, hard, and made sure my voice was powerful and sure. "Beck. Shut up and fuck me."

Then he laughed and shook his hair out of his face. "Yes, ma'am."

Slowly and with a restraint that shocked me, Beck thrust inside of me. His cock was definitely bigger than a few of his fingers, but I was relaxed and I was wet and I was needy. I savored every moment of the way my body stretched to make room for his. I'd heard so many horror stories from funny to cringe-worthy to worse but Beck took care to protect me. For the first few thrusts, he was methodically slow. He watched the way I reacted. Every moment, I loosened up further and needed him more. My cunt begged.

His lips were on my neck as he moved within me. I heard the sound of his shaky, wanting breaths mixing with my own. He whispered against my ear, sacred, our bodies connected completely and totally for the first time, "You feel so incredible."

I moaned and said, "You too."

From then, we didn't have to say anything else. I linked my legs around his hips so that he could bottom out inside of me and he groaned at the extra contact. My fingers slipped down between us to my clit. The second I did that, my pussy massaged his cock even more and we were both moaning into each other's mouths. I didn't know how many girls he'd been with before me, but I knew that this felt like the first time for him, too.

As I circled my clit, Beck found a rhythm of thrusts that matched the convulsions of my pussy around him. Soon, he was pumping in and out of me quickly. Our moans, even though we tried to keep them hushed, got louder and more insistent. His hands explored my body. My skin yielded to the way he grabbed and sucked and bit and rubbed. Every synapse fired at once.

The orgasms that tore through us both then -- at the same time, somehow -- were different than any I'd felt before by myself or with anyone else. When I opened my eyes, matching his, it was like getting glasses for the first time. Everything zoomed into crisp technicolor after being staticky gray for a lifetime. As my pussy hugged his cock tight and firm, pulsing over and over, he held me so close that it felt like we were one person. He kept pumping in and out of me as he came, letting the pleasure of our mutual ecstasy play out as long as it could and I felt him coating my insides until his cock started to soften.

It didn't even occur to me that we hadn't used a condom until that moment.

All of a sudden, the haze of orgasm quickly fading, he looked down at me and I looked up at him and I could tell we had the same thought.

As my mouth fell open, Beck sat back and reached into his pocket, pulling out the silver wrapper. Panic went across his face, apologetic and panicked, as he said, "I- I swear I didn't mean to do that. I brought this with me planning to use it if you even wanted to do anything at all because I would never, ever- Mari, I was just caught up in everything and wasn't even thinking and-"

I sat up, too, and put my hand on his shoulder to stop him from talking. "It's okay." I sucked in a deep, deep breath. "Look, I just got off my period a few days ago, like right before we met, so it's probably fine anyway. And, even if it's not, we live in California. I have savings from last summer and I'll take care of it and-"

"No, no, no, you don't need to worry about a thing. If that happens and that's what you want, I've been working, I'll pay for everything and hold your hand and-"

One more time, I cut him off. This time with a kiss. My heart rate slowed down. "It's okay. I don't want to worry right now."

He looked at me, catching his own breath, too, as we both realized that we were on the same page, that we weren't mad or upset, that it was going to be okay. "What do you want, then? What can I do?"

I leaned back onto the blanket and told him, "Just hold me for a while. That's what I always pictured after my first time. Wrap your arms around me and just...hold me."

He almost laughed. "Deal."

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Welp, this is my favorite story i've ever written, but the only feedback i've been getting is negative, so please be gentle!