January 20, 2009
Vanessa and Matthew
It’s a beautiful day in late spring. The kind of day where a thirteen-year-old girl like me should be outside playing, instead of doing what I am doing, which is being indoors, at the house of my boyfriend Matthew, on his bed and making out.
Matthew and I have been friends with each other for about four years, but we’ve only been dating for three months. We started the day after my thirteenth birthday, which was also the day before his thirteenth birthday. So far our new relationship had been going quite well.
Right now we were, as I said, in his bedroom, on his bed, making out. What was even better was that we were alone. His parents were out of town for the weekend. I wasn’t supposed to be over here while they were gone, which was why officially we were out at a movie.
“This is really fun,” Matthew says to me between kisses.
As we kiss one of his hands is resting on one of my small breasts, massaging it gently. It feels very good and it crosses my mind that since no one else is home, perhaps there’s something that might feel better.
Smiling I say to him, “If you want, you can put your hand under my shirt.”
His eyes go wide. “I can?”
“Sure.” Quietly I say, “I’m not even wearing a bra.” This is true and sadly, it’s not due to some plan I had. No, it’s because my breasts are so small I don’t usually bother to wear one.
Slowly, uncertainly, Matthew moves his hand under my t-shirt and gradually works it up until it’s resting directly on one of my breasts. He swallows hard and looks at me.
“This is cool.”
“Yeah,” I say with a little gasp. It REALLY feels better to have his hand directly on me and not just through the fabric!
As we keep kissing, Matthew says, “Can I take off my shirt?”
“If you want to. It’s your bedroom. Anyhow, it’s not like I haven’t seen you without a shirt before.”
“Ok.” Matthew sits up and pulls off his t-shirt. He’s smooth, fit and beautiful. He lies back down next to me and we start kissing again.
I can feel the pleasure building in my body as we make out. I’ve never gone this far with Matthew, or any other boy, ever before. The combination of his lips on mine and his hand on my breast is really driving me wild.
“Vanessa? Can I take off your shirt, too?” Matthew asks after a bit.
“Ok,” I say, without hesitation. I sit up a little and Matthew pulls my t-shirt up over my head.
“Wow…” he whispers, looking at my bare breasts. “They’re so beautiful.”
“You’re pretty cute, too,” I say with a giggle. I hug him close, feeling his bare chest on my breasts as we lie back down and start kissing again.
As we start kissing again, Matthew rather shyly moves one of his hands up to cup one of my breasts. A little thrill goes through my body at the contact as my nipple stiffens under his palm. I’ve never gone this far with a boy before, and given how nice even just this feels, I wonder why.
Then a good feeling becomes even better as Matthew moves his mouth down and starts gently licking and sucking on one of my nipples. My body stiffens as the pleasure shoots through me. I let out a little moan.
“You like that?” Matthew asks, looking up at me.
“Yes! Keep doing it…”
Matthew continues licking my nipple and then gives it a gentle bite before moving back to kiss me on the mouth, laying his shirtless body against mine. I feel his smooth, warm skin as we touch.
“This is even more fun than before,” Matthew says between kisses.
“Yeah…” I kiss him back for a bit and then say, “You know, maybe, if you want, we can take off our pants and just kiss in our underwear?”
Matthew looks into my eyes. “You want to?”
“Ok.” Matthew lays on his back and unzips and unbuttons his jeans, pulling them off and leaving him just in boxers. I can see his penis bulging inside. As I look at it, I remove my jeans, leaving me only in my small, white panties.
As Matthew lay on my bed, I straddle his waist, figuring it was my turn to lay on top of him. I lean down and we start kissing again, one of his hands around my body while the other rests on one of my breasts. While we kiss like this I am very aware of Matthew’s penis pressing against my panties, rubbing right against my vagina.
“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” Matthew says.
We kiss some more, then, softly, nervously, Matthew licks his lips and says, “You know, I have some condoms in my jeans.”
My heart skips a beat. “You do?”
Feeling very nervous and horny, I say, “And you want to use them with me?”
“I think so. If you want to?”
I keep kissing Matthew as my brain whirls. I’ve thought about having sex with him before, but I never knew if I was going to have the chance. Now, while we’re alone, we’re mostly naked and he has condoms would be the best chance of all, but do I really want to? Do I feel ready?
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Matthew says into the silence.
I get off him and look down at his boxers. “Can I see it?” I ask.
“Ok.” He pulls his boxers off and throws them onto the floor, then lays back, showing me his erect penis. It is probably only about four inches long. I wonder how it would feel to have it inside me.
“You look really cute naked,” I say with a smile.
“I bet you do, too.”
Taking the hint, I blush and say, “You want to see?”
I wiggle out of my panties and then lay back down, nude before my boyfriend. It’s the first time I’ve ever been naked in front of a boy.
“Wow… you’re so beautiful,” Matthew breathes, looking at me. I see his penis twitch as he looks at my vagina.
“Do you… do you want to kiss some more?” I ask hesitantly. “You know, like before? With you on top of me?”
I spread my legs and Matthew moves his body on top of mine, his penis pressing insistently against my vagina as we start kissing again. It feels so much better than it had doing this clothed! It gets even better when Matthew starts moving his hips, dragging his erection back and forth along my slit.
I really start to get into it at this point and wrap my legs around my boyfriend’s naked, thrusting body. This brings his penis into even more contact with my vagina, which causes me to push my body against his.
After a couple minutes of this, Matthew says, “Vanessa?”
“You want me to put on a condom?”
I bite my lower lip, knowing what the question really is. We’ve talked a little about sex before, and he’s as virgin as I am, so I know what he’s feeling right now. I see in Matthew’s eyes the uncertainty, the nervousness and the lust that I feel, as well as the love I feel for him.
Finally after an eternity, I decide to trust my instincts and say, “Ok.”
Matthew reaches down and picks up his jeans. He fumbles in the pocket for a bit and then pulls out three small foil squares. His fingers shake as he opens one of them and pulls out the condom. I watch as he puts it at the end of his penis and slowly rolls it down, until it’s completely covered in a light-blue latex skin.
In the last moments of our virginity, I look up at my boyfriend, admiring his smooth, hairless body, the nervous expression on his face and the very stiff penis between his legs. I’m scared a little, but also pleased that I am going to have sex for the first time and it will be with someone I love dearly. I’d thought almost from the moment we’d started dating that I might lose my virginity to him, and I’m happy I’m right.
Matthew gives his penis a couple strokes as he looks down at me. His voice cracks a little as he says, “Are- are you ready?”
Matthew lowers himself down so that he’s lying on top of me. It’s almost exactly the same way he was a few moments ago, except for the condom. He reaches between our bodies and takes hold of his penis and I feel the tip pressing against my clitoris.
“A little lower.”
“Here?” Now the tip is pressing slightly into my vagina.
“Yes…” I whisper. “Go slow.”
“I will,” my lover promises.
“I love you,” I say, my last words as a virgin.
“I love you, too,” Matthew says, his last words as a virgin.
Then Matthew applies a little pressure, and at first nothing happens, but then with a sudden, shocking moment of sensation, I feel his condom-covered thirteen-year-old virgin penis begin its journey into my thirteen-year-old virgin vagina. It takes a few moments of him moving back and forth, neither of saying anything, barely breathing, before he’s completely inside me, our virginities a fading memory. There’s pain, but only for a moment, and then pure happiness.
“Wow…” Matthew says after a moment, swallowing and looking down at me. “I’m really inside you.”
“Yeah.” I hug him tight, my vagina quivering around his penis.
“Feels good,” he says with a sound almost like a laugh. “Is it ok for you?”
I lean up and kiss him. “It’s perfect for me.”
“Cool.” Then he swallows again and says, “So… can I start moving? So I’m fucking you?”
“Oh, god, yes.”
Matthew steadies himself, holding his nude body above me and starts moving his hips, sliding his penis in and out of my vagina. It feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t even begin to compare it to anything! It’s just pure wonder and amazement and pleasure.
After only a couple minutes, Matthew looks into my eyes and says, “Vanessa…? I’m probably… gonna cum soon…”
I run my fingers through his short blonde hair and then move my hands onto his firm, round, cute ass and whisper, “Go ahead,” even though I know it probably means an end to my first time.
“Ok… I… oh, god… here I go…” Matthew grunts and closes his eyes I feel his penis pulse inside my vagina. I picture his sperm firing out and filling the condom, keeping him from getting me pregnant.
When Matthew is done cumming, he kisses me and then slides back, his penis withdrawing from my body. He unrolls the condom, ties it off and sets it on the nightstand, then lays down next to me, holding me close.
“I’m glad my first time was with you,” Matthew says.
We kiss. We hold each other. We relax in the afterglow of our first intercourse and the happiness of our love.
Copyright 2009 by Alex Hawk, all rights reserved.
Hope you all enjoyed that! Yeah, it’s short and devoid of plot, but I think it’s kinda sweet and it’s heavily influenced by another story writer called Raiderboy. Do a search for him; you’ll like his work!
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