Sixteen year old James had never had luck with girls, until one evening when he met Ruth . . .
This is a fictitious story which I have based on true accounts from friends, along with personal experience. This is not a hard sex story; it is the commencement of a romantic tale of first experiences and the feelings experienced by many, many people, when confronted by sexual situations and sensations for the first time. It includes masturbation and the thoughts of a couple who are sexually inexperienced, yet desperate for their first time to arrive. I hope you enjoy.
James Horton was an ordinary sixteen year old lad. Living in England, he loved football, rugby and cricket, although he was only proficient when on the football field. At five feet ten, with short light brown hair and brown eyes, he was a good looking young man, only he lacked self-confidence around the opposite sex. He had never had a proper girlfriend and longed for the day that the girl of his dreams walked into his life, lighting it up with passion, love and understanding. He knew many girls at college, and had plenty of female friends on internet chat sites, yet no one to hold and kiss.
He awoke on that Friday morning with the usual erection, and put his hand down onto his favourite body part, gently rubbing. A face appeared in his mind. He smiled. He saw the girl every morning, whilst on his way to the college. She was not what one would describe as ‘beautiful’, yet she evoked emotions within him. She had long dirty blonde hair, and a face with somewhat square features. Through the glasses she wore, he had noticed that she possessed blue eyes, which he liked. James had never seen her smile; nevertheless, in his imagination, her smile was sweet, transforming her features. He had only ever seen her in jeans and a jacket, and she appeared to be slim, her build being what some would call ‘slight’. He had tried working out the shape of her bottom and breasts; only the clothing she wore was baggy, hiding her true form from the world.
Imagining the girl kissing him, James closed his eyes and ran his hand up and down his penis, enjoying the sensation that filled his lower regions. Moving his hips, he felt his scrotum, his mental image being one of her doing just what he was. With the sensation increasing stroke by stroke, James let out a small sigh, squeezing his glans and softly running a finger along his frenulum. Aware that he was close to orgasm, he pulled the covers off him, looking down at his erection, increasing the speed of his hand. Half a minute later, semen jetted from his penis, leaving a string that ran from his naval, up to the lower point of his ribs. He groaned as he released a second and then a third, with smaller spurts as he decreased the speed of his hand. He lay there, thinking about the alluring girl, snapping out of his trance as the feeling of guilt entered his mind. He picked up a tissue, wiped himself off and made his way into the shower.
Walking to the college to meet his friends, James once again thought about the girl. Say hello, a voice within him said. It can’t do any harm, so just do it. With a new found determination, he walked on. His heart was beating furiously. He passed a line of shops and went to turn the corner, where the girl appeared. James, surprised at the girl appearing at that point, had no time to smile. Irritated, he exhaled loudly, looking back at her as she continued on her way. Another encounter had passed with no result. Dolefully, he turned around and continued his journey, wondering if he would ever get to speak to her.
It was Wednesday evening. James was due to meet his friends at the local youth centre. He wore the clothes he considered to be the more attractive, looking at himself in the mirror before descending the stairs and saying goodbye to his parents, who wished him a good time.
The club was busy when James arrived. He purchased a cola at the bar and made off to join his friends, who were gathered in the corner of the room. They greeted him and asked him if he would join them at a party on the other side of town.
‘I suppose so,’ James said.
‘There’ll be loads of birds there,’ said Mal, who was a close friend to James. He too had experienced no luck with girls.
‘Good,’ James said with a grin.
‘We’re going to stop off at The Crown along the way,’ Andy, another friend, said. ‘My brother will get drinks for us.’
‘Cool,’ James said. He seldom drank alcohol, and on the rare occasions that he did, he was careful not to drink too much. He had seen the state that some of his friends got into, and did not wish to be like that.
An hour later, the group left the club and began walking slowly towards the pub, all laughing and joking. James was the quieter member of the group, yet he was the wittier of them, often coming out with comments that would have them rolling in the aisles.
The pub was unusually busy for a Wednesday. James looked around at some of the girls, who were dressed provocatively, the contours of their breasts, bottoms and legs clear to see. James stood beside Andy, who had given his brother some money and had brought drinks across for them, instructing the lads to keep them from view of the bar.
Andy saw some girls that he knew, inviting James across with a flick of his head. James had seen the girls before, and considered Mandy, a tall girl with long black hair, as attractive. She was wearing a tight top that showed her ample breasts off beautifully, and a tiny skirt with black leggings. He was about to speak to her when someone caught his eye.
He looked across the room to see the girl he passed every morning. His heart began beating faster as he looked at her. She was wearing a baggy jumper, and jeans, which were tighter than usual. He liked the look of her legs. I have to speak to her, he thought. What do I say? Will I look like an idiot? Will she speak to me?
He moved slowly away from Andy and turned towards the girl, who glanced at him, smiling briefly before turning to the girl next to her. James’s nerves played games with him as he approached, stopping five metres from her, standing alone. Uncertain of what to do, he thought deeply. Had it not been for the girls she was with, he would have gone across. A minute later, a girl who had been beside her moved away. This is your chance, the voice within his head said. Go and say hello!
Carrying his drink, James walked slowly towards her. Seeing her glance at him, he smiled. “Hi.”
“Hello.” Her voice was soft, and barely audible due to the music and noise from the surrounding throng in the background.
“I see you every morning.”
“I see you as well.”
James found himself stuck for words, finally blurting, “I think you’re pretty.”
The girl laughed. “Thanks, but I’m not. I’m Ruth.”
“You are. I’m James.”
“Thanks, James. I think you’re cute looking.”
“Thanks, Ruth, but girls usually ignore me.”
Ruth smiled coyly. “Well, I’m not ignoring you. Anyway, boys usually ignore me.”
“I would never ignore you.” James had been gaining in confidence with each syllable spoken. “Would you like to sit down?”
Ruth smiled warmly. “Yes, I would. There’s a spare table in the corner.”
They walked across to the vacant space. James allowed Ruth to seat herself before sitting beside her. Seeing Ruth close up, and smile, James considered her to be a highly attractive girl. He smiled as he asked where she worked.
“I don’t. I go to the college on the other side of town. I’m studying art and sports/science.”
“It’s a shame you don’t go to my college.”
Ruth sipped her drink. “Why’s that?”
James blushed. “Because I like you.”
“I like you as well. You’re not judging me.”
Ruth sighed and looked down at the table. “All my friends wear cool clothes, but my Mum and Dad won’t let me. Boys think I’m a frump.”
“Well, I don’t. I think you look nice.”
“Thanks,” Ruth beamed. “So do you.”
“Nah, I don’t. Anyway, are you staying here all night?”
Ruth glanced across at her friends. “Probably, which means I’ll be walking home alone as usual. The other girls will all get off with someone.”
James felt sad for Ruth, who to him, seemed to lack self-confidence. She reminded him of himself, only in female form. “I’m supposed to be going to a party, but to be honest, I’m not that keen.”
Ruth chuckled. “So, we’re both going to end up walking home alone.”
“I’ll walk you home,” James said quickly.
“I’d like that. Thanks.”
“It’ll be a pleasure. Shall we go on somewhere from here? We could go to the Rising Sun. We’ll only be able to have soft drinks, but I’m okay with that if you are. It’s nice and quiet in there.”
“Okay. We’ll finish these and have a walk.”
“Good. With it being quieter in there, we won’t have to shout.’
Feeling brave, Ruth took hold of James’s hand. “Good. It’ll be romantic.”
The couple left The Crown half an hour later. Their friends raised their eyebrows, one or two of them winking. Hand in hand they walked to the Rising sun, where they sat with their soft drinks, talking non-stop. It transpired that they had many things in common, and the time passed without them realising. At eleven ‘o’ clock, Ruth announced that she had to go home.
They continued talking all the way back to Ruth’s. James’s heart fluttered when Ruth squeezed his hand. He reciprocated her action, which in turn sent waves of new and alien feelings flooding through the excited young lady.
“We’d better say goodbye here,” said Ruth.
“Is this where you live?”
“No. I live around the corner.”
“Why here, then?”
Ruth let go of James’s hand and turned to face him. “Because my Mum will be looking out for me and I don’t want her to see me kiss you.”
James smiled and placed his hands on Ruth’s shoulders, the pair of them moving closer. Slowly, as they looked into each other’s eyes, their heads moved together and their lips touched. James had kissed girls before, but not properly. Ruth, however, had never kissed a boy; consequently she was nervous and uncertain of exactly what to do. She knew that people opened their mouths and wiggled their tongues around, yet other than that she did not know and felt that following James’s lead would be the favourable option.
Feeling the touch of Ruth’s soft and inviting lips, James felt a wave of excitement envelope him. He kissed her several times with his mouth closed, becoming lost in the sensuousness of her warm lips, their brushing together acting as a commencement of what he wished to come. Holding each other tightly, they opened their mouths in unison. Their tongues touched and gyrated. Ruth found herself overcome with pleasure and held James more tightly as their tongues continued to silently dance. She then felt a tingling between her legs.
James, lost in the moment, moved his hands down Ruth’s back, pulling her against him as their mouths moved and their tongues entwined. Feeling his penis beginning to rise, he hoped that Ruth wouldn’t notice. James was in heaven and wanted the kiss to last forever.
Feeling something hard against her crotch, and the tingling feeling between her legs increasing, Ruth pressed against James, who continued to run his hand up and down her back. Both were very turned on, yet they knew that time was against them. Finally, they broke away. Ruth momentarily looked down at James’s erection before looking into his eyes, smiling.
“So,” James said, “shall would you like meet up tomorrow night?”
“I’d like that.”
“Where shall we meet?”
“Meet me here at seven.”
“Okay. Er . . . Ruth . . . would you be my girlfriend?”
Feeling elated at hearing ‘that’ question for the first time, Ruth beamed and said, “Yes. I would love to be your girlfriend.”
Relief flooded through James, whose heart was beating with a previously unknown ferocity. “Thanks.”
They kissed once again, holding each other tightly, finally breaking away and saying goodnight. Ruth reluctantly walked away, smiling at him as she turned the corner, glancing back at the boy who had treated her as a young woman and was now ‘her boyfriend’. With that sensation between her legs continuing to feel pleasurable, she made her way indoors, quickly said hello to her parents and went upstairs to her room.
Once inside, she touched her crotch and gasped at the feeling that had intensified. She also felt wet. Ruth had heard about her friends’ vaginas becoming wet; only she had never experienced it. She took off her baggy jumper and looked down at her small yet pert breasts, removing her plain white B-cup bra. She ran her hands over her light brown nipples, which were erect, feeling yet more pleasure. Looking down at her jeans, she unbuttoned them and slipped them off, leaving them where they dropped. She walked over to the light-switch and flicked it off, placing her hand upon her vulva as she walked across to her bed, pulling back the covers and slipping inside.
She lay there, thinking about that kiss from James. She softly rubbed the front of her white cotton panties. I could feel his dick, she thought, and began removing her panties. Feeling good, she opened her legs and placed her hand upon the thick pubic hair, parting it with her finger and detecting the wetness. Feeling the inner lips of her pussy, she felt a new wave of pleasure engulf her nether region. She moved her finger up and down, jumping when she touched her clitoris.
Her mother had given her many a lecture that it was wrong for girls to touch themselves, and until that evening she had taken heed. Now, however, she realised that it was not wrong; it was nice. She moved her finger from her hard clit, and down to her vaginal entrance, which was oozing viscous, slippery juice. Without another thought, she inserted her finger and pushed it up into her love tunnel. The feeling was incredible. Still with her finger inside, she put a finger from her other hand onto her clit, and began softly stroking it. Her legs opened yet wider as the sensation intensified. She was moaning softly as her first ever orgasm approached. Having never experienced one, she knew not what to expect. She increased the speed of her movements and could feel her juice running down to the cheeks of her buttocks as she moved her hips around. Suddenly, Ruth felt a compulsion to urinate, but she could not stop and moments later a cataclysmic explosion swept through her. “Aaaaaaah.” She wriggled and writhed as the feeling lingered, lasting for what felt like an eternity. Unable to take any more, she slowed down the actions with her hands, still moving her pelvis from side to side.
Ruth lay there with her finger still inside her drenched pussy, gently panting in her post orgasmic trance. God, that was good. Is that what it feels like when a boy touches it? I hope so. She then thought back to the hard penis that had been pressed against her. Removing her finger, she pulled her arm up and licked her fingers, being surprised at how sweet it tasted. Intrigued, she reinserted her finger, licking the juice once again. Feeling good in herself, she settled down and went to sleep thinking about James.
James woke up the following morning with his usual erection. Rather than wank to an immediate orgasm, he thought back to that wonderful kiss he had shared with Ruth. He couldn’t get her face out of his head. Dreamily, he lay there with his hand upon his erection, hoping that he and Ruth would spend more time kissing and less time talking. He thought back to their conversations, closing his eyes and thinking about her beautiful eyes and that smile that he found so sweet. After half an hour James’s penis was throbbing and precum was flowing readily from the tip. He knew that he had to get up, and sped up his strokes, with his sperm jetting further than normal, the first wad hitting him upon his chin. As the subsequent spurts shot rapidly from his manhood, he imagined Ruth doing it for him, lying there with his hips convulsing. Rather than clean himself off straight away, James closed his eyes, thinking about Ruth and where they could go. It was spring and the weather was relatively warm. I’ll take her for a walk down to the river. There are benches there, so we can kiss for as long as we want. Yes, that’s what we’ll do, and then we can go to the Rising Sun.
James looked down at his penis. What if she touches it and doesn’t think it’s big enough? James had looked at websites that showed average penis sizes, yet still did not feel confident in spite of seeing that he fell into the majority category.
Both James and Ruth spent extra time getting ready that evening. James put on his smartest clothes, looking in the mirror and wondering if he had overdone it. Ruth, meanwhile, wore a loose fitting skirt, with a silky blouse, hoping that James would like it. She brushed her hair, spending fifteen minutes trying different styles before settling for a simple hairband, which was light blue, complimenting her eyes.
Approaching the meeting point, James felt his nerves playing at him. Will she turn up? Will she have second thoughts because I’m a crap kisser? Will she think she’s made a big mistake? Standing there, James looked at his watch. He was five minutes early.
A minute later, James saw Ruth walking towards him. His heart began beating faster when he saw how wonderful she looked. He stood beaming and walked towards her. What do I do? Seeing James, Ruth bit her lip. Do I kiss him?
They stood before one another, both hesitating. James said, “Hi.” He moved close to her, placed an arm on her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek.
“I wasn’t sure you would come,” Ruth said nervously.
Ruth smirked. “You weren’t sure if you were going to come?”
“No – yes – no – I mean . . .”
“We’re as daft as each other. We’re girlfriend and boyfriend and yet we’re still paranoid.”
“Yeah, I suppose we are daft.”
Ruth pulled him closer, initiating a long, slow kiss. “There. We’re both here. So, where should we go?”
“Yes. Shall we have a walk by the river and then go to the Rising sun?”
“Yes. I’d like that.”
The couple walked with their arms around one another, talking, smiling and kissing. Ruth felt completely at ease, yet James still had reservations about the size of his penis. He attempted to put it to the back of his mind, concentrating on the girl at his side.
Sitting on a bench by the river, the couple were about to initiate a kiss when they were disturbed. “You two can fuck off! That’s our seat!”
They looked up to see a rough looking lad in his late teens, who was standing beside a cheap looking and grossly overweight girl, who wore a tiny skirt and a thin shirt that hugged her disproportionate contours.
“There’s another one over there,” James said, gesturing to a bench nearby.
“Just fuck off and give us our bench!” the girl said, chewing gum.
“I don’t see why,” said Ruth.
“Cos if you don’t, I’ll fucking well have you,” the girl sneered.
Still holding Ruth’s hand, James stood up. “It’s all yours. Come on, Ruth.”
Ruth was not happy. She looked at the girl, who glared hatred at her. Feeling unnerved, Ruth looked away and squeezed James’s hand. They walked away in silence, not uttering a syllable until they were well away from the couple.
“I hate people like that,” James said, gesturing to a bench that was closer to the town, situated on a patch of grass with bushes behind and either side of them.
“Me too, but let’s forget about them.” Ruth sat beside James, smiling as she turned to him.
After glancing around to check that they were alone, James moved closer, placing his lips upon Ruth’s. Their mouths slowly opened and their tongues met, softly caressing. One of Ruth’s arms was around James’s waist, the other resting upon her lap. She moved it onto James’s leg, sending a wave of excitement through him. James gripped onto her shoulder more tightly, placing his other on her knee.
Their kiss intensified and they stroked one another’s legs. Feeling a tingling around her pussy, Ruth moved her hand further up James’s leg. Meanwhile, James felt a stirring within his briefs. He ran his hand further up Ruth’s firm leg. The couple were becoming increasingly excited, forgetting all else as they kissed and explored. Ruth’s hand reached the top of James’s thigh, just an inch away from his rapidly stiffening penis. As James’s hand ventured to Ruth’s inner thigh, the urge within her became yet stronger, and she slid her hand up onto his crotch, feeling the shaft that was now fully erect. James hugged her more tightly and one hand reached the very tip of her thigh, while the other moved down onto her breast, which he gently squeezed and stroked, detecting a hard nipple beneath the fabrics of her blouse and bra.
Ruth moaned softly as James kissed her neck. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling astounded at the size of it. She had heard her friends talking about touching boys’ penises and had thought that they were exaggerating. It was the first time Ruth had touched one, and she was fascinated.
Feeling Ruth touching and squeezing his penis, James gasped and moved his hand further up, feeling the top of her panties through her loose skirt. Ruth opened her legs a little. He lowered his hand and rubbed the front of her pussy, which caused Ruth to rub his erection with more vigour, moving up and down the entire length, while James continued to touch her erect nipple, teasing and sensuously squeezing it.
Feeling James’s hand on the front of her panties, Ruth’s tingling increased and she could feel moistness developing. She knew that due to her sitting position and them being out in the open, that he would not be able to touch the ‘good bit’, yet the sensations flooding through her were incredible.
James, who was becoming more excited with each stroke of Ruth’s hand, ran his tongue back up from her neck, their lips touching once again. The couple were lost in their passion, the new feelings they were experiencing dominating their actions, both exploring and stimulating each other’s lower regions with extra fervour. The tingling feeling Ruth could feel around her vulva remained constant, while for James, it had begun to grow significantly stronger. Ruth adored the feel of her boyfriend’s erection, and had her hand wrapped around his shaft, rubbing up and down the entire length. Suddenly, James, who was lost in his new found emotion, felt an orgasm approach, and a second later, hot semen ejaculated from his penis, filling the area around his glans, inside his briefs.
James, stunned by the sudden ejaculation, pulled away from their kiss as his pelvis jerked, and he gasped. “Aaaaaah!” Unaware of what had happened, Ruth kissed his neck and continued to rub his cock, which was now surrounded by his testicular produce.
“Ruth,” James said softly. “You’ve made me cum.”
With her hand remaining on his crotch, Ruth looked him in the eye, and feeling a little embarrassed, said, “Really?”
James blushed. “Yeah. Sorry.”
Ruth kissed him. “What are you sorry for?”
“Don’t worry,” Ruth said, kissing him again. “I suppose I wanted you to.”
“Thanks.” James thought for a moment. “I know girls cum as well, so did you?”
“No. You weren’t able to get to . . . the right bit.”
“Don’t be. Look, I’ve never done anything like this before. My Mum and Dad told me not to do things with boys, but it feels so natural. I’m sixteen and nobody has even touched me. I would like you to, though.”
James kissed her again. “I’m going to have to clean myself up, otherwise people will see and it’ll look obvious.”
Ruth delved into her bag and pulled out a tissue, handing it to James, who smiled and stood up. “I’ll just go over there.” He stood up and walked over to a wall that was behind them. After glancing around, he opened his trousers and pulled his briefs open, scooping up the copious amount of thick sperm with a tissue. Noticing that his briefs were drenched, James hoped desperately that it would not soak through to his trousers. After closing his trousers he tossed the tissue into a nearby bush, and made his way back to Ruth, sitting beside her.
“All done?” Ruth said with a faint smirk.
James blushed again. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”
Captivated by her new and first boyfriend, Ruth said, “Shall we go to the Rising Sun?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Feeling more confident with Ruth, James placed his arm around her with his hand lower down, feeling the top of her panties. Ruth also felt more at ease. Now that she had made him cum, she felt closer to him. She also felt that he was a sweet and genuine person, and loved every second of his company, but she also felt a sexual attraction that was alien, yet wonderful. She placed her hand upon his buttock.
Sitting in the Rising Sun, the couple sat discussing places to go and things to do, both with many common interests. James, having been told by Ruth that she enjoyed ice skating, suggested that they visit the rink in a nearby town, the happy pair agreeing to go there on the forthcoming Saturday.
Following a short kiss, Ruth looked into James’s eyes. “Thanks for meeting me.”
“Thanks for going out with me.”
Ruth tickled the palm of James’s hand. “I really like you.”
“I really like you too.”
Feeling embarrassed at what she knew she had to say, Ruth blushed. “What we did earlier was nice. I loved the way you touched me. My Mum and Dad are really religious and don’t want me having boyfriends, but they know that I will. When you meet them, they’ll give you a lecture, so just agree with them. As for me, I want to feel like that again. I want you to . . . touch me properly. I’m not saying I want to go all the way, but . . . you know.”
James smiled and kissed her. “My parents go out on a Saturday night. My big sister is always out as well, so maybe we can go there. Only if you want.”
Ruth placed her hand upon James’s thigh and softly kissed him. “I want.”
James and Ruth enjoyed the remainder of the evening to the full, talking, kissing and surreptitiously feeling each other. The following evening, Ruth had to accompany her parents to an event at the church, which she did not want to do. The evening after that, they planned to meet at the same time and place, their plan being to walk around the town, visit a coffee bar and end the evening in the Rising Sun. they went home that evening, both with warm glows within them. I can’t wait to be alone with him, Ruth thought as she walked away. Watching Ruth make for her house, James thought: She’s lovely. I just can’t wait to see her again. This is going to be brilliant!
When Ruth woke up the next morning, her parents had gone to work. Her next thought was James, and how she had caused him to cum. She had loved the feeling of touching his rock hard penis through his trousers. I wonder what it feels like to touch it for real. It felt nice when he touched me down there as well. I wonder what he’ll do. Ruth moved her hand down to her crotch, feeling her thick pubic hair, and placed her middle finger upon her clitoris and inner lips that stood proud from her outer lips. The hair gets in the way. Some of the girls said that they shave themselves, but I don’t want to be bald. She climbed out of bed and walked across to the mirror, looking at the dusky brown hair that formed a V. What if I trim it? She reached across for a pair of scissors and looked down at her pubis. Circumspectly, she began snipping at the hair that stood proud, feeling excitement when her light brown inner lips began to show. She placed a finger upon her clitoris, softly sighing as a wave of pleasure swept through her.
She then lay down on the floor and opened her legs, craning her head up to gain a view of her secret area. She had never seen her vagina from such an angle, and was astounded at just how hairy she was, all the way down to her anus. Maybe I should shave the bit around the lips, she thought. She jumped up and went to the bathroom, wetting her pubic hair and picking up her razor, also squirting some of her father’s shaving gel into the palm of her left hand. Back in her bedroom, she lay down and opened her legs once again. After working the lather around her vulva, Ruth took a deep breath before placing the razor on her perineum and slowly advanced it along her outer lips. After wiping the razor on a tissue, she repeated the process on the other side, continually cleaning the razor and ensuring that she was smooth all the way up to just past her clitoris, where the top her clitoral hood joined with her mons. She felt herself again and went back to the bathroom for a shower.
After washing herself all over in the shower, Ruth dried herself off and admired her new look, placing her hand upon her pussy lips, softly rubbing. The tingling feeling she had developed whilst shaving herself had remained, and she felt incredibly sexy. Wishing to experience another orgasm, she walked back into her bedroom and lay in front of the mirror, opening her legs as wide as she could. Seeing her vagina smooth and her lips clearly visible, she imagined James’s finger sliding between her lips and slipping into her hole, performing the actions as she watched in the mirror.
Feeling every part of her vulva pulsing with sheer sexual excitement, Ruth watched her vaginal entrance begin to bubble with love juice. Mesmerised by the sight of her sex, she inserted a finger, arching it upwards. She gasped and placed a finger upon her clitoris, which was engorged and erect, as were her inner lips. “Aaaaaaah,” she moaned, imagining James kissing her. She removed the finger from her wet hole and licked it, sucking her finger as she softly strummed her prominent clit. Removing the finger from her mouth, Ruth felt her boobs, caressing her hard nipples before returning her finger to the sopping tunnel.
Ruth continued for another five minutes, looking at her attractive vagina in the mirror and closing her eyes from time to time. Feeling her orgasm approaching, Ruth became increasingly adventurous, and tried inserting a second finger. To begin with, she could not, but with a little perseverance she managed it, crying out in ecstasy and stimulating her clitoris with extra vigour. When the orgasm arrived, it was significantly more powerful than the one she had previously created. “Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaaaah!” She lurched her hips up, keeping her fingers inside and leaving her clitoris alone, rubbing her inner lips, which pulled at her hard button.
With her climax complete, Ruth lay on the ground, feeling her body all over. God, I hope it’s that good with James. Mmmmmmmh. He is so sweet. He’s going to be the first boy ever to touch me, and I so want him to do it. Friday night will be nice, but we’re going to be alone in his house on Saturday night. God, he’s wonderful.
James, meanwhile, was examining himself closely in the mirror. He had had an erection for half an hour, since waking up. He had lain there slowly pleasuring himself, teasing his own penis, which was oozing precum. Throughout his masturbation, he had kept his foreskin forward, watching the crinkly end glisten with his juice. Closing his eyes, James visualised Ruth, imagining her holding his length. Thinking back to the feelings she had evoked whilst on the bench, James felt a warm glow. She was the first girl who had given him an orgasm and therefore was special. Feeling a climax approaching rapidly, he pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go and gave his cock several meaningful tugs, groaning loudly as his semen shot from the end, feeling hot as it landed upon him. Rather than stop pulling once he had finished ejaculating, he carried on, yelping and jerking around on his bed. Finally, it was all too much and he allowed his tool to flop down into the semen upon his naval.
Smiling to himself, James thought: Tonight will be nice, Ruth, but tomorrow night will be perfect. I’m going to treat you like a lady, and after that we can take each other to heaven and back.
END OF PART ONE
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