Summary:
Robin: nineteen-year-old, virgin. She’s had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. Now she’s seriously considering how she’s going to finally lose her virginity. Then she has to go round to her friend’s house. But her friend isn’t in.
Simon: mid-thirties. He answers the door to Robin and invites her in. They start off in the kitchen where he first gets slightly physical and then things move on.
Oral, face sitting, sixty-nine, blow job, titty sucking, fingering, pussy licking, jerk off
CHAPTER 1
Robin hung up the phone feeling slightly annoyed. Jenny was her best friend, so she knew that she shouldn’t be so annoyed, but all the same, it was just a huge inconvenience. She had been looking forward to a nice quiet afternoon not doing anything.
Maybe she’d sunbathe in the garden or maybe she’d just hang out in her room. All of those plans appeared to have been thwarted now, however, with one phone call from Jenny.
She’d answered the phone, pushing her blonde hair back behind her ear. “Hey Jenny!” she said, initially pleased to hear from her friend.
“Hey, Robin! I need to ask you a favor.”
“Go on…”
“I left my bag in your car yesterday. I really need it. Is there any way you could possibly come over and drop it off?”
Robin could see her relaxed afternoon fading away from her already.
“Couldn’t you come and get it yourself?” she asked, trying not to sound annoyed.
“That’s the problem. My car keys are in the bag.”
Robin sighed to herself, trying not to sound too annoyed. “Sure,” she said, doing her best to sound upbeat, “No problem.”
That was that then. She had no choice but to get ready and head over to Jenny’s. She told herself that she shouldn’t be annoyed. These things happen, after all.
She didn’t know what she’d do without Jenny. They had met on their first day at school when they were just kids and now, at nineteen and both away at college for most of the year, they did their best to make the most of their time back home together.
They had both been popular girls at school – both of them pretty and outgoing – and they had both settled easily into college life. It had been hard for Jenny to leave her boyfriend behind – they had been going out for a couple of years – and Robin had done her best to help her through that.
In truth, however, she couldn’t relate to Jenny’s feelings. She hadn’t left anyone behind when she’d gone away and it had all been much easier for her. That wasn’t quite true, though.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t left anyone behind. It was just that, in truth, she hadn’t left behind anyone who mattered to her. Sometimes she felt as though she was a bit cold or callous. She had just never felt as though she’d had that special spark with any of the guys she’d known at school.
She’d dated a few different guys but it had never been anything serious. In fact, as soon as they tried to step things up and make them more serious she had always suddenly felt the overwhelming need to get out of there.
She never understood why the guys always made such a big deal out of it – surely they were just having fun, after all – and whenever they’d get mad at her for suddenly breaking things off she always felt that it somehow vindicated her decision. She didn’t want anything serious and they should understand that, surely?
It was only in the last few months, since she’d been away at college, that she’d started to reevaluate things.
She didn’t know what had caused it – maybe she was growing up, getting a new outlook, or maybe being in a new environment had just given her a whole new outlook. But she seemed to have developed a bit more empathy and had started to feel as though she had maybe been a bit harsh on some of these guys.
Since she had returned home she had even wondered if she should reach out to any of them, maybe try and make amends. She thought that it would be good for her conscience.
There was also something else for her to consider. Another consequence of her not allowing any of her relationships to get too serious was that she had left school and gone away to college still a virgin.
She couldn’t help but feel as though this was a situation that she should remedy sooner rather than later, although she tried not to put too much pressure on herself.
Sometimes she would just think that she should just get it over and done with, maybe with one of the guys she met at college. Then she would think that if she could meet up with one of the guys who felt wronged by her at high school then maybe that would work out.
It might feel like closure, and then she could start a new chapter of her life.
So far there was only one guy from back in those days that she’d met up with since she’d been back. John.
He had taken things better than some of the others when she had ended things and he’d seemed genuinely pleased to see her. When she’d run into him she had flirted with him a bit and she had thought about taking things further, but so far nothing had come of it. She couldn’t help but think about him though.
He had always been a keen athlete and he had an incredible figure – tall, strong, muscular. It had always felt good whenever he had taken her in his arms to kiss her. What would it be like to let him take things further, she wondered.
What would his reaction be if she simply asked him, “Hey, do you want to come back to my place? Have a little fun?” What would his face look like when he realized what she meant?
And then, when they got back there, what would that be like? He was no virgin, she knew that much. She had seen him with other girls after they had broken up. He’d know what he was doing.
She had always liked feeling his muscles when they had kissed before. What would it be like to pull his T- shirt over his head and see his body properly? What would it be like if he took hold of her, took what he wanted, what she was now willing to give to him?
Those muscles, those strong hands taking hold of her petite body, moving it into the positions that he wanted it to be in.
He could touch her anywhere that he wanted, put his hands anywhere that he wanted. She could picture his big, strong hands pushing up below her top, below her bra, taking hold of her breasts, kneading them.
She wondered what his cock would be like – how big it would be, how hard it would be, what it would feel like to touch it, to feel it in her hand. She wondered what she should do with it if she did get hold of it. She wondered what it would feel like to have it slide into her pussy.
Even the thought of it was enough to get her excited. She could feel it happening, deep within her. She could feel how much she wanted it. Maybe this was it, maybe it was now the time to make it happen. She could call him up and ask him over.
She had been thinking about this for a while, and if she had been able to spend her afternoon home alone then maybe her thoughts would have gone to him again, and maybe – just maybe – she would finally have made that call and invited him over.
Then Jenny had called and that was the end of that possibility. All the same, on the drive over she found herself thinking about it. She felt ready, and he was a good guy. There was no denying the fact that he was hot as well. It all seemed to make sense to her. She felt as though it was time to stop putting it off.
First of all, however, she had to get this bag back to Jenny. Then she could start planning how she was going to go about losing her virginity.
She thought that when the moment was right she’d know and then – hopefully – it would all be easy enough. She did like the idea of doing it with someone more experienced, and it seemed as though everyone was more experienced than she was these days. It would be good to be with someone who knew what they were doing, after all.
Knew how to pleasure a woman. There had been times when she had experimented with her own body, of course.
Lying in bed sometimes, thinking what it would be like, her fingers had slid down between her legs and she’d started playing with herself, moving her fingers around her pussy and letting out little sighs of pleasure as she found new things that she liked.
What would a real man be able to do to her, though? What secrets could he show her, things about herself that she had never even suspected?
She would resolve this all soon, she promised herself. Soon. She tried to think about something else as she pulled up outside Jenny’s house.
She got out of the car and started walking to the front door. She felt a breeze blow at her dress, lifting it up slightly. She pushed it down. She was no prude but she didn’t want to give the whole street a view of her underwear, after all.