Elly’s Bedroom

By Dalton Your first time is something you never forget. Mine was even more memorable because I had no idea it was going to happen. I got a phone call from Elly, my girlfriend for the past 10 months. She asked me to come over to her house to hang out and keep her company. It was a beautiful July evening around 6 and I hopped on my motorcycle for the 10-minute ride to Elly’s house. It was warm and I was dressed in just shorts and a t-shirt under my leather jacket and gloves. I heard the wind whistle by my helmet as I wound up the road to Elly’s house at the end of a quiet country road halfway up a mountain. When I pulled in I noticed Elly’s little Honda was in the driveway but her parent’s cars were gone. I parked my bike and pulled my helmet off to find Elly at the front screen door waving shyly at me. I bounded up the steps and walked into her cool, quiet house. She kissed me warmly and helped me off with my coat and gloves and tossed them on the love seat. She took my hand and led me to the couch and clicked on the TV. She kicked off her flip-flops and I tossed my sneakers by my jacket. MTV soon became a minor distraction as our lips met for deeper and deeper kisses and our hands began to roam. I quickly discovered she had no bra on under her light button down blouse and no panties under her shorts. This was something new. I also suddenly realized the house was just too quiet. I pulled back and she smiled. “Worried about something sweety?” she asked. “Your folks, your brother. Where is everyone?” “My brother is spending the night at Dave’s and my folks are gone till tomorrow morning at my aunt’s. We have the house to ourselves for a change.” Wow. Our relationship until now had been classic for high school. We were seniors and had both turned 18 about the time we met last September. Our sex life was busy and active, but also furtive and frustrating. It was always in the dark, in the car, in back of the school or hurried. We pleasured each other with every ounce of energy we had but we both wanted more time, more freedom and just plain more. We were finally going to get it. I quickly called my house and said I’d be home in the morning. I crashed at Elly’s house once in awhile, always on the couch, so my folks didn’t worry. Her parent’s bedroom was across from hers so sneaking in was out of the question. But we’d managed to have a lot of fun on the couch after they went to bed. You never knew when they might just pop out to check on us, so while it was exciting, it was also tough. Now that was all forgotten. Elly took my hand and led me down the dim hallway to the door to her bedroom. She opened it and we walked in. I’d never been in her bedroom before and it was quite eye opening. Her furniture was all light oak and the posters on her walls were from bands like Journey, Styx, REO and Aerosmith. My eyes widened when I saw her queen size bed and when I turned, I saw her standing by the door totally nude, her clothes in a heap by her feet. I gazed in wonder at my beautiful Elly. Her chestnut hair fell in soft waves halfway down her back. Her wide set brown eyes gleamed at me above her pert nose and large, smiling mouth. Her soft lips glowed with lip-gloss and my eyes moved down to find her large, soft breasts hanging down slightly on her chest. I looked further to her slightly rounded tummy and the small patch of dark curls that sprouted from between her slender thighs. I saw just a hint of pink folds peaking out and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and my cock straining against my shorts. Without a word, Elly moved towards me, her body flowing sensuously. She kissed me softly, then harder, our tongues touching in the warm wetness of her mouth. She helped me off with my clothes till we both stood nude and embracing, staring into each other’s eyes. “You are so beautiful,” I gasped. She smiled at me and then sank to her knees. She looked up at me, my cock inches from her face, a drop of precum balanced on the upturned head. Then her soft hand gripped my shaft and she opened her mouth and took me inside. She began to suck and lick very gently at first but soon with a hunger and drive that shocked me. I moaned and watched her movements as my cock strained and throbbed in her incredible mouth. I felt my body begin to shake with desire and I thrust forward involuntarily. She just kept sucking, her hand gliding up and down my slick shaft and her tongue moving everywhere at once. “Elly, I’m going to…” was all I managed before I cried out and began to cum. It felt as if a pure burst of heat had started in the head of my cock and traveled throughout my body in one giant explosion. In the distance, I heard her gulping and moaning and I felt my body shake and shiver as wave after hot wave of pleasure coursed though me and left the head of my penis. Finally, I sagged and she sat back and looked up at me, her hand still wrapped around my softening shaft. I looked down at her glowing face, here eyes alight with love and lust, her nipples were hard little rocks amidst the crinkled brown skin of her areolas. I sank to my knees in front of her and she pulled me close and hugged me. I pulled back and kissed her, tasting the tang of my own cum on her lips. “Are you OK?” she asked, as the kiss ended. I nodded. “I loved the look on your face when you came. It was so nice to be able to finally see you,” she said. I knew what she meant. The first time I ever came in her mouth we were behind the high school during a football game one Friday night. We were kissing and stroking each other faster and faster. Our jeans were unzipped and her hand was in my underwear wrapped around my cock while my hand was buried in her silky panties, my finger slipping in and out of her slick, soaked opening. I began to feel my cock shiver and she felt it too. “Soon?” she gasped, breaking our kiss. I moaned. She bent over and took me in her mouth in one fluid motion. I moaned again, leaning against rough brick of the school and exploded in her warm mouth as I gazed up at the stars. I heard her swallowing quietly and then heard the crowd roar in the distance for some touchdown or other. I began to laugh as my orgasm ebbed and she giggled around my cock. It was as if they cheered for us. Thinking of that first time as we knelt on the thick shag carpet in her cool bedroom I smiled. I moved my hand between her legs and felt the familiar soft skin and the endless moisture of her lips. “Mmmm, my turn,” she whispered in my ear. She got up and turned on her stereo, stacking several albums on the changer and then adjusting the volume low. Come Sail Away from Styx came from the speakers and she flowed back to me and helped me up. We crawled onto her big bed and she moved around till her head was on the pillows and her legs were spread wide. I knelt between her legs and gazed down at her. Her hair was spread out on the pillow around her head and here eyes were aglow. Her breasts flattened on her chest and spilled to the side, her nipples still hard. I stared in awe at her vagina, seeing it clearly for the first time. Oh, I’d managed to lick her before but always standing or kneeling, her jeans around her calves, her thighs just slightly parted. This was beyond my wildest dreams. Her brown pubic hair was very soft and around the pink fleshy lips it was matted down with moisture. I ran the tip of my finger from the very top of her opening downward to her anus, parting the wet lips as I went. She groaned and her eyes fluttered closed. I lay down on my stomach, trapping my cock underneath me, and leaned forward towards her glistening vagina. I breathed in the soft earthy musk of her sex and began to lick very gently at the large outer lips. First up one side, then down the other. I heard her gasp as I parted her outer lips and began suck softly on the inner ones, now a deep shade of red. Her clitoris was fully extended and her juices were flowing freely from the darkness of her opening. I slid one, then two fingers inside her and began to stroke in and out as he’d taught me so many months ago. While my fingers moved, I began to lick at her distended clitoris. Her moans soon turned to yelps and cries and her hips began to rock from side to side. I glanced up briefly and saw her eyes squeezed shut, sweat dripping down between her heaving breasts and her hands bunched convulsively in the comforter. I began to suck her clit between my lips and plunged three fingers in and out in an ever-quickening rhythm. All at once, she went very still, then here eyes flew open and she screamed. Her back arched, driving her crotch hard against my face and I sucked and stroked as hard as I could, bringing her higher with each passing second. Her hands wadded handfuls of comforter as she writhed and finally fell back away from me in a sweaty heap, her legs wide apart, her chest heaving and her vagina a bright, glistening pinkish red. My hand was coated in her juices as was my face and I could feel my cock rock hard again underneath me, pressed into the soft thickness of the comforter. For endless moments we lay like that, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged while I stared in wonder at her beauty. The sight of her long hair spread around her face on the white pillow was so beautiful it made my eyes wet with emotion. Eventually, just as a Toto album started to play, her eyes opened and she smiled at me. She reached out with shaky arms and pulled me on top of her. The heat coming off her body was incredible and went right through me. I felt my rigid shaft come in contact with her moisture-laden folds and flinched at the contact. I began to shift away and her arms moved around and trapped me. “I want you there. In fact I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me now,” she breathed. What? I knew she wasn’t a virgin like I was. She’d told me the story of her deflowering at the hands of an ex-boyfriend from before she’d moved here. She simply described it as bad, quick and loveless. She’d dumped him after they did it twice because he’d begun to blab about it to his friends. For that reason, I was careful about proposing going all the way. I wanted to, but I figured she should make that decision. Well, she had. Now, as I stared down into her sweaty face and smiling eyes, I panicked. “I don’t have a rubber,” I stammered. “You don’t need one. When my parents started planning this little getaway four months ago, I got on the pill. I figured it would be the perfect time for us. Besides, it’s been ten months, you’re a sweet, wonderful guy and you treat me better than anyone ever has. I love you and this is what I want. Now stop staring at me and make love to me,” she said. She pulled my face close and we kissed for endless liquid moments. I couldn’t believe she’d planned this for so long and said nothing. But thinking back I began to realize that she’d gotten much less careful about keeping our genitals apart over the last couple months. When we first started, we were both very careful not to let my cock too close to her pussy for fear of pregnancy. But recently, she hadn’t seemed real worried when we rubbed close in the darkness of her car. And so it began. I leaned up on my hands and knees and she reached down and gently guided me to her. My whole body was a raw nerve and I felt everything very clearly. I felt the warm embrace of her wet lips as they touched the sensitive head of my cock. I felt her hand on my lower back pushing me forward and into her. I felt the heat and smoothness of her inner walls as I slowly entered her body. I heard the soft slick noise as her body swallowed mine and drew me deeper and deeper. Her other hand left my shaft and came to rest on my cheek. We were staring into each other’s eyes and when our bellies finally met and my balls rested against her warm body, her eyes widened and she gasped. I felt her legs wrap around my back and her arms came around and pulled me close. We kissed and I finally understood. I no longer knew where my body ended and hers began. We were one. We were closer and more connected than I had ever felt in my life and I never wanted to leave her body as long as I lived. The kiss we shared was liquid and the heat from our bodies mixed and mingled as the soft July breeze moved over our bodies from the window above her bed. Without even knowing it, I began to move in and out of her, feeling every exquisite touch as she gasped into my mouth and she pulled me ever closer. I stroked in and out, hearing the slick wet sounds and the soft beat of the music. The light was now dim, coming just from a lamp by the bed, the sun long down. I felt our hearts pound as the rhythm increased. Her legs uncoiled from my back and I began to move faster and deeper. Each time I pulled back the cool air hit my wet, glistening shaft and each time I plunged in her heat traveled from my cock to my heart in a split second. I pulled away so I could see her. Her breathing was labored and I was gasping too. Her hands found her breasts and squeezed and rubbed the soft flesh. I looked down and watched, awed as my cock moved in and out of her vagina, slurping wetly each time I thrust inside. I looked up again just as her eyes closed and I could feel her inner muscles start to tighten. Her hips lifted off the bed and slammed into me just as I plunged back inside and she screamed again. Her muscles began to spasm wildly inside and it drove me yelling over the edge. I slammed in again and again, semen emptying out of me in torrents, coating my cock, her pussy and the bed as she thrashed wildly around. With a final yell, I felt my flow end and I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she gasped into my ear, her arms pulling me tight against her as she buried her face in my neck and sobbed. “I love you too,” I managed, feeling tears on my own cheeks as well. We lay in that sweaty embrace for a long time, listening to the music. Finally. As the album changed again, my now shrunken cock slipped from her tender lips and I rolled off her onto my back. She rose up and kissed me then walked unsteadily to a door at the side of her room and opened it. A light came on and I watched as she sat down on a toilet and heard the soft splash as she peed. She looked up at me and smiled. I watched, having never seen a girl pee before. She kept going and I heard her sigh very quietly. Then she tore off a handful of toilet paper and reached between her legs and dabbed in a curiously gentle way. She stood and flushed and then picked up a washcloth and wet it in the sink. She stared down at her body as she washed between her legs and then rinsed the cloth in the sink and carried it back to the bed and sat next to me. She took my flaccid cock in her hands, and with infinite gentleness, she washed all the sweat, cum and juices from my cock and balls. Then she led me to the bathroom and turned demurely to allow me to pee. I did catch her peeking though and I just smiled and peed, allowing her to see me as I had seen her. We got back into bed and during the night made love again and again in all different positions until, exhausted, we fell asleep tangled together, my penis buried deep inside her. We showered together the next morning, made love two more times and then I left so she could clean up before her family got home. We had several more nights that summer before we headed off to college together. Each time we made love, it got better and our love grew. We stayed together all through college, with the usual ups and downs but now, 20 years later and married. It just keeps getting better. I know it sounds like some dumb 80s fairy tale but sometimes, if you’re lucky, you do find your soul mate. I did. She’s still the sexiest most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and when we go back and visit her folks, we always stay in her old bedroom. And to this day, it’s still incredible. 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