A Night With The Chef

*So recently I found my old notebook and it's full of really old stuff I intend on uploading...This is one of many. It's about my first night with a guy, ever. Sure, sex was nothing new, but 3 years in juvi teaches you to like muff more than meat*

"Stay back, Dani" Sigh. More work, no doubt. "I have a surprise" Sigh. Clear the grease trays. "We've been treading lightly around one another, Dani". I blush at his honesty. He came up behind me and snaked an arm around my waist. I shiver. He turns me around and looks deep into my eyes. His dark Serbian glare burning into my soul. "I won't deny it, Ned" I lick my dry lips. "But I'm underage" His smile sent shivers down my spine. It warms a hole inside me that I hadn't noticed was there. "I'll do the time, for you" And that was it. I was his.

I leaned forward a little. My heart was racing. He would be my first man. If anything happened. My blood sang in my ears. He smiled and bridged the gap, breaking the longing I had to feel his lips on mine. It was bliss. I wanted to cry in relief. As he cupped my neck. I had ached for his touch for so long, it felt like rain for the roses. He held me with what felt like, to this day, a protective arm around my waist. Firm and loving. His expert mouth taught me all sorts of things that night. His hand fisted in my hair then he broke away.
"You sure?"
"Yes"
"Tell me if you don't want to do something. Anything"
"Of course"
His smile warmed my very soul. His lips were like a drug I didn't want to stop taking. Like all those lines and all those hits. He gently, agonisingly, excruciatingly slowly pushed the straps of my tight tank top down and kissed my neck. I shivered. I bit my lip as I unbuttoned his chef top. It felt so forbidden and yet...so right, as he kissed my pale, alabaster skin. His fingertips glided down my sides, setting my ribs, waist and hips on fire. I was burning. I smiled impishly and took off his hat and threw it in the sink. He laughed and tugged my top off. I feel his heated gaze trail down to my breasts.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were much older"
I giggle.
I tug at the knot holding up his chef pants. It comes undone and his pants drop to his ankles, revealing his shockingly huge length. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down. I kicked off my boots and pulled my jeans off. As I stood there in my knickers, I realised that stuffing something the size of a French baguette into a very, tiny hole was probably going to hurt. A lot.
"This is gonna hurt"
"I got the perfect thing"
He holds up a bottle of canola oil and I laugh.
"Seriously?"
"It'll help"
I didn't believe him for a minute but hopefully, it would work.
"So where do you want me?"
I giggle.
"Sit on the bench and lean back a little"
I obliged. The cold metal felt like death's grip on my ass. I spread my legs a little and laughed as he spread the oil on his cock. He just grinned and told me it was the biggest French fry on Earth. He wiped the grin off his face and gently used the excess oil on his fingers to, well, 'lube' me up. He stuck one finger inside. At first. Then another, slowly stretching me out, as well as getting me wet. And boy was he. At that point in time, I was soaking. Just waiting to be ravished.
"You ready?"
"Sure. Can't you feel that?"
He laughs and slowly eases into me. I felt something tear and winced. I was accustomed to pain, but god damn it, it still hurt. Fingers are one thing. But dicks...
At first, he started off slow. And it was nice. Feeling him pressing into me with each thrust. Kissing, exploring, enjoying. And as our orgasms built up, we started getting more and more urgent. Like there was no time left when we had the whole night. I felt like there was a bon fire building up in the pit of my stomach. Then, it happened. Waves of pleasure surrounded me, taking me. Drowning me in sweet, delicious warmth. Like the Sun was wrapped around me. Just as I finished, he came too. He kissed my cheek and pulled out with a grunt.
"It feels like a dream"
"I know"
I kiss him again, just to make sure it was real. He kissed me back like he never wanted to let me go. I explored his mouth again with my tongue, just to be sure. And damn, by the end of the night, I could have been the next Captain Cook. We did it a few more times back at his place. And that was it, I was hooked.