The First Time

It was a summer night, well past 10. I had just gotten to your uncle's house; and with the biggest smile on your face, you let me in. We begin to make small talk and ask each other about our day; staring at each other intently as we lay. As you hold me in your arms, I feel safe; protected from harm. Feeling secure, my desire for you grows. My heart rate quickens, and my apprehension slows.  
 
As we continue to embrace, my arousal begins to peak. It was as if my body was trying to talk to you, but I wasn't sure if I should let it speak. You didn't belong to me, and I didn't belong to you, but in this moment, our "ownership" of each other seemed to be true. As our eyes meet, it is our longing for each other that we greet as we began to kiss each other; the taste of your tongue was so sweet. As our mouths began to explore each other, my mind loses itself in this satisfying splendor. "You want this man. In this moment he is yours. Savor this experience. Hold back no more." My mind played that message repeatedly as your hands began to roam feverishly all over me. I succumb to this pleasure, never wanting it to end. I was ready to take the next step. I wanted to feel your skin.  
 
I guess you could read my mind, because you then pulled yourself off of me and discarded your clothes just at the right time. As you stood before me, I was in awe of your bare glory. You looked perfect, your beauty effortless. You go for my clothes, removing each item meticulously. Your movements flowed so smoothly. When you see me in my base form, you pull me towards you. The feel of your skin is so warm. We lock lips again, indulging in the yearning of this sin.  
 
We lay on the bed, lips and bodies still intertwined. My temperature begins to rise as your stiffness rubs in between my thighs. Excited, my lips begin to water for you. Feeling  my wetness only provides clues of what is later to ensue. Your mouth slowly makes it way to the opening of my ocean. Your tongue begins to combat my waves as I succumb to the waves of passion you are bringing forth from me. Moaning as my mind loses itself in ecstasy, craving
             for
                     your
                              staff
                                       to  
                                            lay
                                                  down
                                                             it's  
                                                                   magic
within me. Shaking uncontrollably because you have discovered my sacred water's secret and now you are exploiting it, leaving me open and susceptible to your every whim. God, I really loved being with him. Ready to explore my cavern, I ask him to perform outside of our normal pattern. " I don't want you to fuck me." Hearing those words made him think that I didn't want him; but what I wanted was something deeper from within. Something that felt real, not manufactured or unfulfilled. As I pull him back to me, to him I say "I want you to make love to me. I want it this way." We had been together many times before, but this time was different. This time meant more
 
Understanding what I now desired, you delivered on my request. You took me to places beyond required. Your touch and kisses were gentle and delicious and your strokes were tender, yet vicious. I lost track of how many times my body surrendered to you, and that was fine because I wanted to. As the night came to an end and the sun began to rise, our time together was over but I had obtained my prize. I had laid down before, but never like this. I was happy with this ending. I liked the new twist. As I walked home that morning, I had wanted to cry because before that night I had never been made love to. That night was the first time ......
 
                                      Signed, A Silly Little Girl