“Am I ready for this?” she thought. She smiled, gripping Keith’s erection roughly and pulling him toward the bed with her. Pulling the covers aside, she lay down and pulled him with her, making sure that he fell on top of her.
His eyes went wide and a hopeful smile crossed his face. “Are you… sure?” he asked.
She smiled and pulled him down to her, kissing him in response to his question. He must have taken that as a yes, as he looked down and positioned himself between her legs.
“Wait,” he said. “I don’t have a condom on.”
Sam shook her head, smiling. “You don’t need one.” In truth, he definitely should have been wearing one, but she was too turned on and horny to care.
“I want you to be my first,” she said. “I want to know what all the fuss is about, don’t you?” She knew that he’d accept that answer and wouldn’t understand that sex was all that she’d been thinking about lately; good thoughts and bad ones.
She needed to start thinking about sex in a good way. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. She pulled at Keith’s waist, trying to get him to put the tip of his penis where she wanted it, but knew he would hurt her if she made him enter her.
“Keith Michael,” she said. “I’m ready to do it,” she said. “You’ve always wanted to when you asked me in the past.”
He nodded. “I just want to make sure you’re really ready.”
She smiled and kissed him, pulling him down to her. His erection pushed intrusively against her pussy, and she whimpered.
“I’m really, really ready,” she replied. “Really.”
He smiled at her humor and seemed to relax.
“Just go slow at first,” she ordered him.
“Okay,” he replied. Looking down, he seemed to be marveling at the sight of his erection nestled against his longtime girlfriend’s pubic mound. She glanced down with him, seeing her thatch of pubic hair and his erection nestled in it. He pulled back and she bit her lip in anticipation. Then, she felt him push the head of his cock against the wrong part of her womanhood, and she quietly giggled. Reaching down, she repositioned it.
“I didn’t expect it to be that far down,” he admitted. She smiled and nodded. Thrusting slowly again, she felt him push past her lips. She was wet from being turned on, and the anticipation of having sex had definitely helped but it was still a painful sensation. She winced and he stopped.
“Don’t pull out yet,” she said. “Just stay still a second.”
He nodded, holding steady. Gently and slowly, he thrust a little at a time. She felt him get deeper inside her until he reached the impasse.
“Ready?” he asked.
She smiled and kissed him. Pushing through, he slid all the way in and held there.
Pain lanced through her and she whimpered, but it was tempered with the pleasure and excitement of knowing that she was making love for the first time. It was of her choosing and with someone she cared about, or at least that cared about her.
Keith sat up a little, a wide-eyed look on his face. “I’m having sex!” he proclaimed.
She giggled and looked down. “Are you going to continue doing so?” she asked.
He looked down again and grinned. “Oh yeah…” She was briefly concerned that he would just start hammering away, but she knew then and there she had chosen a wonderful partner for her first time.
Keith took his time, waiting for her to be ready to continue. He seemed to pick up her subtle hints and eventually they were able to build up a steady rhythm. The excitement of the situation had gotten to him though, and he very quickly reached the point of no return. Grunting, he winced as he started to cum. Sam was close as well, though, and seeing her longtime boyfriend grunting in pleasure, she felt an orgasm hit her as he started to fill her pussy up with his warm, yummy seed.
Whimpering in frustration that she couldn’t have it in her mouth and pussy at the same time, she reached down and rubbed at her pussy as he rolled off, panting on one side of the bed. She stood immediately and took him by the hand, walking him to the bathroom and stepping in to wash off the two of them. There was a little blood, but she knew that that was to be expected.
She briefly considered sucking him off again in the shower, as his cock still looked delectable, but ultimately decided that they should go and get something to eat instead. Keith was more than happy to do so, and so she put on some clothes and got cleaned up and looking nice, and they went out.
When he asked where she wanted to go, she said she didn’t care, not really thinking about what his choice would be. She should have known that he’d go to his favorite burger place, though.
As they pulled into the burger joint, she looked up and recognized it as the place that the waiter had been so forward with her. Keith, ever a creature of habit, went in and sat in the same booth as they had been in before. It was a little dead inside, but there were still a few people. As she sat down nervously, across from Keith, she looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. The waiter was nowhere to be seen.
She smiled across the table at Keith, who was looking at his menu. “Keith Michael,” she said.
He looked up and smiled, waiting expectantly.
“We’re no longer virgins!” she said quietly, grinning.
Keith smiled widely, then even wider as he nodded at her.
She looked back down at the menu and was in the midst of considering what she wanted to eat when she saw movement from the bathrooms. The waiter that had hit on her before was coming out of the restroom. He looked up at the two of them, new people sitting in his section, and went to a sink behind the counter to wash his hands and dry them.
Her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, she felt her panties get a little uncomfortable, and briefly wondered if she should have put a pad on. Dismissing the thought, she glanced over a few times until she saw him coming over.
Keith, of course, was oblivious to the whole thing, staring at his menu and then around the restaurant. The waiter came over, smiling directly at Sam, and stopped close to her side of the table, the bulge in his pants still as large as she remembered.
“Hey guys, what can I get you to drink?” he asked.
Sam had the intention of saying something, but Keith looked up at her and ordered for the two of them, knowing full well what she wanted to drink. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, and her pussy was actually throbbing. She didn’t know if it was a by-product of the sex, or if something was wrong with her. Then it hit her.
She was turned on!
She turned and looked at the cock bobbing toward her, naked in the air. She realized that she was staring at his crotch again, and that she’d been imagining it. The waiter hadn’t pulled it out of his pants, no matter what her tortured mind had made her think. She licked her lips, whimpering to herself as she watched it bobbed in front of her her, and found herself wondering if it was engorged completely, or just a little bit. Shaking her head, she glanced quickly at Keith, worried that he might have noticed. He was fooling around with his phone, a goofy smile on his face.
She sighed in irritation, wondering if he’d ever see what was going on around him, or what was happening to her. He certainly hadn’t seen anything wrong with Pastor Dickhead. She could probably lean over and start sucking the guy’s dick right then and there and he wouldn’t say a word.
The waiter came and sat down their drinks, stopping to look down and smile at Sam as she glanced up. She found herself leaning over a little further, realizing that she was actually trying to show him a little more cleavage. He paused and then asked if they knew what they wanted to eat.
Sam cleared her throat and mustered the will to order a sandwich before her mind devolved into a fantasy filled wasteland of cum-spraying cocks all shooting their delicious loads down her throat. The waiter was there, Keith was there, and of course, Pastor Dickhead.
She closed her eyes for a second and then went to the bathroom, excusing herself from the table. Keith smiled wanly as she stood and walked to the restroom. She saw the waiter look up and was scared and desperate for him to follow her at the same time. He didn’t though, and she entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She turned on the cold water, her hands gripping both sides of the sink as she stared down into the stream. Cocks of every color were swimming in her head, even while she had her eyes open. She shook her head, trying to steel herself and get a grip on reality. Looking up, she didn’t see Samantha. She saw a nude version of herself in the mirror. Behind her, Pastor Dickhead walked up and smiled down at her, only he had horns and his cock was constantly spraying cum.
Groaning, she closed her eyes and leaned forward, splashing water on her face. Looking up into the mirror, she saw the same old Sam.
“You are not a victim anymore, and you didn’t do anything wrong,” she told the image in the mirror. She saw the expression on her face. It wasn’t sadness, it wasn’t anger, or pain. She looked… determined. Feeling better, she made sure she looked presentable again and then, sighing deeply, shook her head and walked back out into the restaurant to sit and eat.
Smiling, she realized that she indeed felt much better though the waiter made his presence very known throughout the meal. He would refill their drinks constantly, and Keith even made a comment that he was a very attentive waiter and said something about a big tip.
Sam, though still horny, was weathering the attention well. Sure, she still glanced at the size of the young man’s bulging crotch with nearly unabashed attention, but she tried to hide it. Keith was oblivious to her desires and attention, of course. What else would he be?