If you’re looking purely for sex, there’s more to the story. It does get hot and steamy, but there’s more than just that. This elaborates on all the emotions related to their first sexual encounter. Therefore the intimate details also included are that much better. I hope you enjoy this conclusion.
Chapter 13 – Monday Morning Fun
Monday Brent awoke startled by the ringing. Where was he? What was going on? He finally put two and two together and realized he was on the sofa and it was his alarm clock was making so much noise. He quickly shut it off. The last few mornings he was awake before it ever went off. Last night he slept sound. Probably because of the busy day they had at Old Chicago. Also, because of the fact he was awoken in the middle of the night. The only bad thing was his time awake was not really worth it.
But now he was once again excited. Each of the last three mornings, Brent had progressively gone further with his step cousin Sherry as she lay in his bed. This morning he hoped the trend would continue.
He stumbled down the hallway and turned directly into the bathroom. As he walked past the mirror he realized that he had taken his shirt off in the middle of the night. He paused in front of the mirror and looked at himself with only his black cotton shorts on. He looked pretty damn good he thought to himself. His working out for football really made him look stronger and impressive. He was going in the bedroom just like this.
After a quick stop in front of the toilet, he turned around, washed his hands, and walked out. The process of entering his room in the morning was now becoming a routine. As such, there was no hesitation as he opened the door and walked in. He was quiet, but he was deliberate. Likewise, he did not even stop briefly at the door. Instead, he walked straight to his bedside and overlooked her figure lying on the bed. Once again, his gorgeous step cousins Sherry was laying in his bed.
As he looked at her, he was slightly disappointed. She actually was covered by a blanket. Now what would he do? The premise has always been that he could approach her and touch her without any real effort. That way she could “pretend” she was sleeping. But as he thought further, he realized that everything they had been doing was done while they were both awake. The sleeping premise was simply so they did not have to talk or discuss this in any way. Based on that, he proceeded.
He grabbed the edge of his blanket that was lying on her neck just over her shoulders. He pulled it back with both hands and also pulled away towards the wall on the other side of the bed. As he did so, his left hand had to let go and he continued his task with only the right hand. He flipped the blanket back and away from him. He folded it over onto her legs exposing her body from the mid thighs up. His confidence was now undoubting and he grabbed the blanket once again and pulled it down completely exposing her other than her feet. She briefly opened her eyes and looked at him with a large smile on her face. She then proceeded to once again close her eyes and pretend she was asleep.
She was lying on her side originally facing him. She was slightly curled in a fetal position. But as he pulled the blanket back she rolled to her left and now was pretty much on her back laying flat with her entire body exposed and ready for whatever he felt like doing to her.
Of particular interest this morning was her breasts. They were rather large, especially for her age. And this morning they really looked amazing under her nightshirt. It was the same nightshirt from all the other encounters; but for some reason, he really felt an extra tingle as he looked at her chest. He imagined it was primarily because she wasn’t wearing a bra. This was obvious because they were falling down towards her side and the nipples were protruding obviously through the light blue cotton material. This would be where he would start.
He gently moved forward and touched the material that highlighted her erect nipples. He softly stroked such a small area in hopes that he could perhaps make the nipples even harder. In his attempt, he began to slightly pinch them. This worked. He could tell they were even harder now. He continued to pinch and caress just her nipples for probably almost five minutes. For some reason, this morning he wanted to take his time. He also wanted to focus on her much more. Yesterday he ran out so quickly after satisfying himself. Even at this young age and with such inexperience, he still realized that it was his turn to provide more to her this time around. His attitude in favor of his partner’s pleasure would always be similar throughout his future. This was the beginning of his sexual satisfaction through the satisfaction of the woman he was with.
After the time he spent caressing only her nipples, he began to then caress her breasts with the light blue cotton material between his hands and her flesh. Again, he did so very gently. He was simply stroking the material and moving it across her boobs. He did this for several minutes and then began to gently squeeze each of them. The flesh was so soft and easy to squeeze. As he squeezed further he also rubbed slightly with his palm. The pace of her breathing increased. He started to massage her breasts up and down in a rhythmic manner. Her breath quickly matched his motions. Her hips also matched his motions. He couldn’t believe how excited she already was and he hadn’t moved any further than her covered breasts. He began to start to take pride in what he could do to please her. This motion continued for a while but even then he had the foresight to realize that did not want satisfy her too quickly. He also was ready to move elsewhere. He removed his hands from her breasts. As he did so, her breathing stopped almost instantly and was followed by a very slight and almost inaudible moan of disappointment from her.
“Don’t worry Sherry,” He thought to himself, “there’s more to come.”
He then moved his hands down to her kneecaps. He grabbed them first, but quickly realized how awkward they felt and he moved his palms up. Now he was at the bottom of her thighs and it felt much better. He moved both hands up her right and left thigh and while he was doing so he was pushing – almost massaging the muscles. He then thought better of it and removed his hands. He put them back at his original starting position. He tried again and this time as he moved them up, he did so gently. Now he was touching the bottom part of her thigh with just the tips of his fingers and thumb. He paid close attention to make sure that all ten tips were touching her flesh. He gently moved his hand up and around. He moved them to the outside of her thighs as he moved them further up. But then he moved them back down and switched direction to her inner thighs. As he started to move up on the inside, the fingertips could no longer keep contact so he switched to the back of his hand. He moved the back of his hand up the inside of her legs, but wanted that contact once again with his fingertips.
So now he only focused on the right leg that was closest to him. He took both hands and placed them on her inner right thigh once again down low just above the knee. He squeezed and massaged briefly and this time decided he would move downward. His hands moved over her kneecap and he started to stroke her right calf with his ten fingertips while the tips of his thumbs were on the outside of her leg. He gently moved his hand back and forth. His left hand continued on her calf as his right-hand moved toward her foot. He realized he did not want to grab her foot. That just did not seem appropriate. Instead, he used the back of his right hand to move slowly up her foot towards her toes and teased the flesh on the top of her foot. As he did so he watched his hand move and saw the red nail polish on the tips of her toes. She had been wearing tennis shoes throughout the weekend and he never looked at her feet during their morning encounters. As he saw her red nails for the first time it was definitely exciting. He continued to watch her feet as he moved his hands back upwards.
As he moved back up, his right hand switched over again. He continued touching both legs as he passed her knees and was now working on both thighs. He moved his hands up to the edge of her nightshirt and back down. He did this again. He did not fully understand why he was being so patient and methodical. Even more so, he really didn’t fully understand how he was managing his excitement. But he stroked her from her knees to the tip of her nightshirt for a third time. All the while he was making sure to focus primarily on the inner part of her legs.
On his fourth trip to her nightshirt he knew it was time to move on. He was curious what color her underwear was this time. He immediately made a conscious decision. Instead of moving his hand under her shirt and beginning his efforts, he wanted to see what he was doing. So in a confident manner just as he had done when he pulled the blanket down, he now grabbed her nightshirt and pulled it up just below her breasts. By doing so it was her bare belly that first came to his attention for a brief millisecond. But then he immediately noticed she was not wearing any underwear at all. He was now looking at her almost completely naked.
He realized the view was not complete. Without hesitation he reached down, grabbed her nightshirt and completed its journey as he pulled it up to its ultimate resting place on her neck. Now her breasts came out from hiding and added to her beauty. This obviously was the first time he’d ever really seen a naked woman in person. It was definitely better than anything he ever saw in the magazines stored in his suit case just behind his closet door. This was real. She was stunning. His eyes traced her outline. Her breasts and her hips formed the proverbial “hourglass” that was synonymous with a woman’s figure. She lay there in full radiance and her figure reminded him of the classic paintings of the past. She was that beautiful! Just before he moved down to continue his exploration with his hands he saw her open her eyes. Instead of closing them quickly as in the past, she left them open and looked in his eyes for probably only seconds. Nevertheless, it seemed so much longer. As their eyes met he realized she was feeling the same way as him. These were such strong emotions for a young couple – a young couple who were parting within hours with most likely no way to continue on. Her eyes closed once again.
His eyes however moved over her body with purpose as he continued to admire her completely. She lay there with her eyes closed “sleeping” like an angel. She really was beautiful. This weekend had been amazing. He thought about their sexual encounters; but he also thought about the rest of their time together. He did not fully understand love, but as he looked at her he felt this had to be love. In his mind he felt he could not get enough of her. His eyes could not soak up her beauty fast enough or fully enough. If he were to take her in his arms and hold her tight it would not be tight enough. But he was going to try.
She was leaving in just a few hours and she lived eight hours away. This was his only chance. Being with her now was much more appealing than the risk of the awkwardness they may have later on. So with reckless abandon he decided to stop this game. He leaned over and laid his bare chest against hers as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her ever so gently and that simple kiss said more than any words he could have possibly uttered. She kissed him back. He pulled briefly away from her lips and looked at her directly. Her eyes were now open and they looked at each other. She smiled slightly and he moved down to kiss her once again. This time he kissed her with much more passion. This time it was real. He could feel her braces as he kissed her and it slightly limited the amount of pressure he could put forth. He wanted to kiss her so hard and so deep. He was squeezing her so tight in his arms right now. The feeling of her bare skin against his quite frankly was the best sensation he had ever felt in his life. He wanted more of it.
As he continued to kiss her he slipped his tongue into her mouth and it quickly met hers. Being as young and inexperienced as they were their tongues rapidly hit each other in what could have been construed almost comical if anyone could see inside their mouths. It did not take either one of them long to realize that they needed to slow their overall pace.
They stopped kissing and they simply hugged each other tighter. He rested his head next to hers, and he turned to the left and kissed the nape of her neck. He then nibbled on her ear lobe and blew ever so slightly just above it. She quivered – no, she shook. Meanwhile, he pulled his right hand out from behind her and started to caress her left breast. This was all completely new to him; yet he seemed to know exactly what to do. It was all more natural and instinctive than he ever imagined. He had always wondered if he would know what to do when the time came. Now he was holding a beautiful naked girl in his arms and he wasn’t nervous. He was confident. He was happy. Nevertheless, he was still young, excited, and let’s face it – horny as hell.
Although she was completely naked, he still had his shorts on. He was now rubbing his covered crotch against her hip as he continued to fondle her breasts. He moved his lips back over as he kissed her cheek and once again kissed her deeply. After that one deep kiss there were several quick pecks and they smiled as they looked in each other’s eyes. Neither one of them dared say a word for the same as their reasoning all weekend. But they didn’t need to. And the best part was that at least now they were both “awake”.
Even though he was gently rubbing himself against her hip it was very slow, and it was not very stimulating. He could probably have pushed harder and excited himself more; but again he was holding off and wanted to please her more this time around. So now he removed his right hand from her breast and slowly slid it down almost in a zigzag pattern moving downward from her belly to her side and back again until now he was at her navel. His hand hesitated for a second long enough for him to stop between kisses. He looked in her eyes as his hand then moved down and cupped her pussy fully within his entire palm.
Inexperience was rampant at this point. Just as she had no idea how to handle his penis last night, his motions between her legs were awkward and all over the place. Thinking back he can remember all the various places and positions he was putting his hands. The only saving grace was that for the most part he was able to realize when something wasn’t working. Also, it’s very doubtful that he was ever making her uncomfortable and he certainly was never hurting her. But for the next minutes, which seemed like an eternity, he was fumbling around.
He tried to rub her with his fingers up top. He was spending a great deal of time on the outside. He was rubbing the hair of her pussy as he matted it completely to her skin. While doing so, he would touch her labia and clitoris every so often. Unfortunately, each of these times was either too brief or too hard and so he never got an appropriate response to continue. He then thought he would try to enter her. He was using his index finger and the angle was very difficult. The tip of his index finger parsed her lips and he did enter ever so slightly. But in doing so there was no contact with her flesh. Again, he realized it just was not working.
During this time, he was occasionally kissing her lips but was primarily spending his time kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. After the numerous amounts of trial and error the last thing he wanted to do was look in her eyes. He then decided to try his thumb. From that point on, he knew he was on the right track. This was not only the case with Sherry at that moment, but from that point on in all his future endeavors throughout his lifetime.
His right thumb entered her at an angle that was perfect. So much so he was able to push it all the way until the point where his thumb and wrist met. He then used that prominent bone to push upwards on the top of her crotch. He was able to figure this out because as he did so, she pushed directly into him confirming his every motion. He then started in and out. Each time out was simple; but when he entered her she would greet him that much harder. He also noticed she was much wetter. The sound of his thumb going in and out was now changing because of the moisture and dripping around his digit. He forced his hand against the top of her pubic bone and he realized the harder he pushed the more she “appreciated” it.
As he continued to push upwards into her he found he had to move his body down slightly to get the angle and the pressure in order to fully continue the pleasure he was giving her. This was no problem in his mind because now his face was prominently placed between both her breasts. He began to kiss and lick her cleavage and move his tongue from one nipple to the other. After several licks of each he took the right nipple in his mouth and started to suck hard. He could tell that this added to her excitement. He used his teeth slightly and nibbled on the tip. There was not much response so he tried to suck once again and she pushed her breast forward almost suffocating him in the process.
He had to pull away but he quickly moved to the left breast. His angle was more difficult, but his mouth was still able to fully envelope the areola and it suckled to her satisfaction. Down below their hips were moving at the same pace. Nevertheless, his erect cock was still within his shorts and he was not pushing very hard. He was fully stimulated and excited as can be. There was a wanting and an aching throughout his body. It was particularly strong below his penis and deep inside his balls. Later he would learn the term “blue balls”. But at this point, he was still amazed and wanted to continue to explore her body. What was working? What wasn’t?
The motion with his thumb continued and now it was starting to move in what could almost be called a frantic pace. Her breathing was more rapid and louder than at any time that weekend. Her ass was lifting completely off the bed each time his thumb entered her. His mouth had abandoned her breasts and now her upper body was strongly moving towards his. Their bare skin against each other was still an amazing feeling. He moved his lips back to hers. They kissed again deeply. As their mouths were fully intertwined he hugged her and held her as tight as he could with just his left hand behind her.
And then it happened. Brent would always remember the next several minutes as clearly as he experienced them at that moment. The rapid strokes of his thumb were moving quickly until suddenly she let out a slight squeal and her hips stopped. It became obvious as her entire body clenched and almost spoke as if to say stop. For the next 3 seconds she did not move a muscle or make a sound. Neither did he. His eyes were wide open; hers were now rolled back in her head. After those three dramatic seconds with no motion or sound, her body then revolted as it shook from head to toe. Of particular note were her hips. They moved from left to right, they moved back and forth, and they moved up and down – all together at once. At the same time, he could feel the muscles deep within her squeezing his thumb, letting go, and then squeezing it once again.
To this day, this is what Brent desires more than anything. His own orgasm is good; but to fully bring his partner to a mind blowing orgasm is better than anything else. And he was lucky enough to do so with his first partner ever.
The spasms continued over the course of probably a minute. They decreased continuously during that time. And while Sherry was out of control he continued to kiss her everywhere. Brent kissed her on the lips, he kissed her cheeks, he kissed the nape of her neck and licked her ear lobes. He simply could not get enough of her. He wanted oh so much more. This need was so deep. It was not as much sexual as it was emotional. In order to satisfy his need he had to remove his thumb and he was able to then wrap his right arm around her. This gave him the ability to pull her so extremely close and squeeze her oh so tight. She collapsed in his arms and let out a relieved sigh.
Her body fell flat on the bed. He un-clasped his arms and started to roll back. Their chests were stuck together from the glistening sweat that had accumulated between the two of them. After they separated, he propped himself up on his left elbow and looked directly at her. She opened her eyes and he could tell that she was back. He almost spoke. Thankfully, he did not ruin the moment and instead they both remained silent as they looked into each other’s eyes with satisfaction.
Chapter 14 – It Abruptly Ends
After several more minutes of bliss for both of them, reality then started to hit him. Luckily, it was dark and still very early. He looked at his alarm clock on the ledge above her head. It was only 5:50 AM. He had not even been in there an hour. It seemed like hours. He wanted to lay there for hours more. Unfortunately, the day would soon start, and Sherry would soon leave. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention, but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate her beauty again. Unfortunately, that was not going to happen.
Just then, he heard movement upstairs. He knew it was time to leave and get back to the real world. Then to his horror he heard someone coming down the stairs. He would never make it to the bathroom in time, much less the sofa. It took Sherry a moment to comprehend the situation until his eyes obviously gave it away. She now fully understood the dilemma at hand. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.
Since he always went running most mornings, this would be his salvation. His shoes were on the floor by the closet. He opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt. The drawer above that was quickly opened and he grabbed a pair of socks. Now came the tricky part. The bottom of his bedroom window was at about chest level. His low boy dresser was in front of it, as well as his record player that was on top of it. But, he was experienced on sneaking in and out of that window. Normally, he was in a hurry to get back in and prevent from being caught outside. This was the first time he was ever trying to rush out so he wasn’t caught INSIDE his room!
With his shirt and socks thrown on the dresser he reached down and grabbed his shoes. He quietly raised the window and knew how to remove the screen within seconds. Before he climbed up on the dresser he stopped for a second and turned to look at Sherry.
Her eyes met his. And they each said the perfect thing to each other – by simply saying nothing. He’s not sure who smiled first, but they both did smile. She then nodded her head slightly as if to say, “hurry up”. This was not how he wanted to end their time together. But as he heard his mother holler his name from the family room he jumped up on the dresser and was out the window within seconds. He moved to the side to make sure he was out of view and he stopped behind the bushes to at least put on his shirt. While doing so, he heard Sherry shutting the window ever so quietly.
Chapter 15 – Running and Reminiscing
He decided it was best to put his shoes and socks on right there as well. It was a quick task. He was very nervous and so there was no delay. Once on, he was out from behind the bush and jogging on the other side of the street in no time. He actually picked up the pace and sprinted past his neighbors’ houses until he reached the corner. At that point he slowed back down to a jog as he turned right toward the high school where they had walked just two nights earlier.
As he ran now his thoughts overwhelmed him. Everything had been amazing. His world was now completely different. He had done things that were completely foreign to him just three days earlier. There was no regret though. If anything, he thought that perhaps he should have actually done more. For a brief second this morning he had considered taking off his shorts and actually entering her with his erect penis. But he thought better of it, and now he was glad he hadn’t. This moment was very special; but he simply wanted to save that . Guys aren’t supposed to think that way; but he did.
As he jogged some more, his thoughts of Sherry were relentless. But now he was thinking about all the times they had spent throughout the weekend doing other things. The walks, the amusement park, the time spent with her. He had a wonderful time. He loved spending each and every minute with her this weekend. He was so sad it was about to end.
As he continued to jog, he did realize he had but one regret. He was happy to have focused all his time on her; but now he was in extreme pain. Within his scrotum there was a dull ache. It was the result of the excitement and fondling that he had experienced without an ultimate climax. He wanted to take care of it right then and there. Coincidentally, he was now jogging past the back doors where he had been with her three nights earlier.
As his gait took him past the back entrance, he realized just how far set back the doors were. He also noted that the early morning sun and the evening sun worked in the same manner. The area was void of light almost exactly the same way it had been with her Friday. He took this opportunity and made a left turn towards the doors. He peeked inside to ensure that no one was there. It was obviously dark and empty at 6 AM on a Monday morning in the summer.
As he went further,his thought now was the memory of his first wonderful sensation of the weekend. He remembered when she was right here behind him breathing on his neck. He could remember the smell of her baby powder perfume and how it had driven him crazy. He remembered her pushing up against him and his cock pushing against these very same doors through his shorts as her body pushed against his back. Brent pushed his hips up against the door on his own. He started to grind the shaft of his penis up the door with the material between the door and his dick. He hoped like hell no one came by. In fact, he realized how ridiculous this must look. Even though he was unbelievably horny he quickly realized that dry humping a door was not the best course of action.
He stepped back and then used his left hand to drop the front of his shorts and let his hard cock out right there in the open. He continued to walk backwards away from the door as he started to jack off with his right hand. Now his thoughts once again returned to the sexual activities of this weekend. After several more steps his bare butt was now touching the cold brick wall to the right. He did not care; he needed his balance to fully manage the task at hand.
As his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, it immediately moved up and down rapidly. Instead of closing his eyes he wanted to watch his hand and dick in action together. He knew it would not take long. At his age he could finish the task within minutes at any time much less in the condition he was in now. Add the visual images he had dancing in his head, and climax was just seconds away.
The tough part would be what would he think about at this moment? He reminisced back to yesterday morning when his shorts were off and he was easily able to push his cock against the mattress while watching her in all her glory and excitement. He pictured her yellow cotton underwear pushed deep inside her pussy. The image of her breasts under her light blue nightshirt in all honesty was more sexually appealing than her full nudity this morning. So his thoughts of yesterday morning continued but instead of “fucking” the bed he imagined himself standing above her at full attention. In his mind, He was going to hold his cock and blow his load all over her inner thighs and underwear covered crotch.
Just that final thought was enough to push him over the edge. His hand clenched tight along with his eyes. With the back of his eyelids as his movie screen, he could see her thighs and underwear as his semen spurted all over both of them. Curiosity however got the better of him and he opened his eyes bringing him back.
In reality, his come spurted almost three feet and fell on the sidewalk in front of him. He habitually knew how to remain quiet during his sessions. Yet this time he actually let out a rather loud moan. Given the fact that he was within this alcove, the echo made it even louder. It was a very good thing it was such an early hour. And because of that, he really didn’t care. He stroked several more times letting the second load follow the first as it went almost as far. It fell just inches shorter. The strokes continued through the third release. It had nowhere near the same amount of power; but still the same amount of fluid. Normally, he would be done by now. But this morning’s continued excitement with no relief made him move his hand furiously even more. A fourth and fifth spurt came back to back going the same distance as the second shot. He had never done something like that. This was absolutely amazing.
Finally, he felt as if he was done. From this point on it was all shaking and quivering as the remaining semen just oozed out of his warm, fully flushed yet still erect penis. At this point, he couldn’t stand anymore. He literally sat down on the concrete with his back against the wall. His head drooped forward and the grip on his cock loosened but he still did not want to let go.
He “awoke”. How long had it been? He then realized it had not been long. He didn’t fall asleep. He had just checked out for a second. Okay, maybe a minute. But he was back now. He decided to let go of his penis. He looked down and it was now flaccid. He said his goodbyes and pulled the underwear and shorts back up. He mustered enough strength to stand up. However, before the running began he had to regain his bearings. He took a deep breath. Silence for a second. He took another. And he was off.
Epilogue
Ironically, their families never got together again after that wonderful weekend. That winter, his uncle and her mother separated. Not long after that, they were divorced. As a result, his contact with Sherry ended for the next few years. Through his uncle, he was able to keep track of Sherry and know what she was doing. He always had the memories of their attraction through the years and the events of that wonderful three-day weekend.
Ultimately though, the link between them would not go away completely. 3 1/2 years later while he was at the University of Illinois his friends and he were taking a road trip to Ohio State during football season. Through his uncle, he knew that Sherry was at Ohio State. He had the foresight and courage to call her before the trip. His efforts were thoroughly rewarded and will be detailed in a future episode.
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