What I want For My First Time

The ride was longer than I expected. Of course, this whole night was more than I expected. It started at the front door when Stephan showed up dressed up in clothes I hadn't seen before. He was wearing black slacks and a dark blue long-sleeve button down shirt. To say he was sexy was an understatement, since I had only seen his abs and ass dressed in jeans and t-shirts. The color of the shirt only heightened the color of sky blue in his eyes and brought out the natural brown streaks in his dark auburn hair.

He immediately turned me around and demanded, “Back up and out of those crummy jeans." My protests were stifled under the shove Stephan gave me up the stairs before he continued, “Go change! I want to see you in that blue dress you wore to the four of July picnic!”

A smile alighted his face as he reached down by the bottom of the steps to hook his forefinger and middle finger in the back ankle straps of the blue sparkle heels I was intending to wear to the movies. He continued the demanding playfulness in his tone, as he held them out to me, “And don't forget these!”

At the top of the stairs I stared at Stephan following me with his demanding instructions. “Go...Go Girlie. I want you beautiful tonight!”

“But...” My second protest was cut short again as his strong fingers gently pivoted me toward the hallway and down to my room. Silenced under his attitude I moved down the hallway and to the closet in my room. It took me a moment to find the navy blue sundress I wore to the fourth of July picnic a week ago. When I stepped from the bathroom adjacent to my room, I stood before Stephan and remembered how the hem of the satin material teased the flesh around my upper thighs. I cursed myself for wearing a pair of thong panties as they were already getting wet under the current condition of his attire and mood.

“Well, now what?” I asked with a sort of petulant but playful look towards him. The smile nearly undid my knees and I took a step forward to hide the trembling. Stephan had a boyish smile that seemed innocent but devilish at the same time. It always made me wonder what was going on under those auburn curls of his. He held up a hand signaling that it was time to go. However, in his other hand he held my overnight bag; the bag a saved for nights with my girl friends. It made me stop to look back up at him with question hanging on the tip of my tongue.

He caught it before I voiced it and shook his head, “Come on darlin'. We have a long way to go.”

It was a long ride and Stephan enjoyed every teasing bit of the ride in silence to every question I plied him with:

“Where are we going?”

“What happened to going to the movies tonight?”

“Why are we leaving the city?”

Every question was met with a smile or his gentle assuring tone playfully said, “You'll find out when we get there.”

Well, here we were and I still had no idea. The lush green of a country garden lay a story below me under the veranda of an old but large Victorian house. Stephan deposited me with another question on my lips, “Where are we?”

All he left me with at the veranda balcony was a simple statement, “I'm going to get us something to drink.” I watched him nearly infuriated at his silence to my questions. I huffed softly and turned to the scenery of the landscape. The clouds hung in the air creating a humid gentle breeze past the hem of the skirt. The pink panties underneath were damp with what was going on inside me from the whole ordeal.

I tossed my light auburn curls over my shoulder taking a moment to drink in the breeze across the collarbone of my neck. I closed my eyes and took the deep cleansing breath of the afternoon air. It smelled like rain and the idea of a storm only further excited my senses.

“This is one of my father's estates,” Stephan said from the open french doors that stood behind me. I turned to stare at him from my place at the railing. He had a pair of wine glasses and a bottle that looked to be champagne. The breeze gusted for a moment sending a few tickling strands over my shoulders and across the straps of the sundress.

I knew Stephan hardly ever saw his father and was generally looked after by his aunt who lived in the city. The house looked old and well maintained. The furniture spoke of someone who collected original Victorian works.

“I see...” was all I said. I was waiting for him to supply more information as to the why he had changed plans for the night. My own parents were away on business and had already called to check up on me for the night. Thus, I was free until perhaps noon tomorrow.

Stephan only stood there holding out even more. I could tell he enjoyed the game of infuriating me beyond rational thought. I was not going to give into his twisted desire to see me squirm. I felt like squirming, but I stifled it showing the stubborn streak my auburn hair was so famous for. My fingers gripped the railing steadying my ass against the railing as the game of waiting continued. I won, of course.

"I wanted you all to myself tonight, Tess.” Stephan stepped away from the doors and began to pour a small amount into each glass he was holding. “We never get a chance to be without eyes, chaperones, friends or even on-lookers.” His hand dropped the bottle to the top of the table near the door and began to walk over to hand me one of the glasses.

I was shocked to hear those words out of Stephan's mouth. He wanted to be alone with me? Is that what he wanted? I always thought we were just the couple on display. In the four months since we had been dating Stephan never once expressed any deeper thoughts past the superficial display we made in the high school hallways. I wasn’t the cheerleader, but I had the looks if I wanted to try out for the squad. He wasn't a jock but kept a standard of preppiness to his demeanor and attitude. This was an entirely new side of him and it was beginning to have a nervous effect on me.

“I didn't think you wanted a relationship that went beyond the...” I was at a loss for my usual vocabulary display of intelligence. My fingernails slid across the bottom of the wine glass and held it in the palm of my hand before bring it back. The nervousness compelled me to look away from Stephan and down into the champagne’s amber liquid. I could feel his smile, not the boyish devil smile, but a genuine smile bare down on me. The rush of heat sent a flush to my cheeks as my head began to think of a reason why Stephan had brought me to a house in the middle of nearly nowhere.

His strong fingers lifted the untouched glass from my fidgeting fingers to set it aside on the railing. Next, the crook of his forefinger lifted my chin and gaze to meet his. “Tess, I have made no moves on you past a chaste kiss and the facade of a high school fling because I respect you more than I would one of those vacant cheerleaders.” His voice continued coming closer so I could hear him whisper, “Tess you are beautiful, but you are more than just beautiful on the outside. I see your intelligence. I see your passion for life and the innocent beauty you find in each and every thing.” Soon his lips were just a mere breath away from mine, “Tess I watch you... I see a beauty that I have not seen others, and it is intoxicating.”

His lips were only a gentle whisper of pressure against mine, but it was not the chaste pecks we made in the hallways before class. No, Stephan was more than mirroring his words with the first touch of his lips. The hand under the chin slid down the side of my neck trailing a tingling sensation I could not explain. Soon the pressure of his lips moved forward a bit more bringing the length of his body with it. The railing was more than just a leaning spot now. It was being used for support. The heels helped to keep me upright but soon I relied more on the support of his body against mine.

This was not happening? Was it? Stephan's hand went to the strap hanging over my right shoulder and lingered for a moment before pulling back from the kiss. I couldn't help leaning forward reluctant to let go of the rising sensations pouring into my stomach and down to rest in between my thighs. To say that my panties were ruined was a bit of an understatement and if I didn't move the back of my dress would be included in the mess.

Stephan's sultry voice drifted up through the fog of sensations I was feeling, “Have you ever allowed the summer breeze to touch your body?” His finger slipped under the strap and began to pull it across the flesh, “It's a beautiful and liberating feeling.” My own storm blue eyes looked up at him and made no move to stop him.

“No..” was all I could breathe as the satin fabric of the strap slipped off my left shoulder. His other hand came up to repeat the process with the right strap. My upper back already felt the rush of air coming from the afternoon breezes. Moisture clung to the skin pasting the end of my own auburn strands to the back of my shoulders. Stephan's eyes never left mine and a giddy nervousness pooled over the excitement of the earlier sensations. Was this really happening?

“It's going to storm soon...” Stephan added. A tug was produced to bring the fabric down over the top of my breasts. The nipples underneath were hard, responding to the arousal he was creating. The fabric was tugged again to fall down my arms and body to reveal the skin and curves of my breasts.

Stephan reached my wrists urging my hands to release their grip from the railing. However, I had a tight grip on the white washed wood underneath my palm. “Tess do I need to stop?” Stephan asked with the first amount of hesitation I ever hear din his deep voice.

My long lashes blinked at the question and forced my eyes to look down at his hands. My gaze flicked back up to his face and responded almost before I could think, “I'm not sure I can stand on my own right now...” I could hear my voice squeak out the statement before he smiled down at me. Soon I felt the strength of his arm move under my arm and around the middle of my back lifting me up a little to pull me off the railing and forward under the veranda roof. My fingers naturally moved to his shoulders replacing one grip with another.

The breath whooshed out of me as the fabric of his blue shirt brushed against my nipple then pressed into the skin around the aureola. The sound produced an 'oh' against his lips. “I've got you Tess.” Straps slipped off my hands and wrist in that move allowing the smooth satin to begin its own descent into the law of gravity. The material bunched at my waist for only a second before slipping off the curve of my ass and flutter down to my ankles at the floor.

I was truly and almost naked before a man. The air of the afternoon rushed around us nearly simulating the caress the satin fabric had made over the tops of my thighs. However, this was not limited to the backs of my thighs. My ass, my back, my shoulders and even a part of my neck was rushed with the first gusting wind that signaled a prelude to a storm. I sucked in another breath closing my eyes against the sensation of the wind and its tiny invisible fingers rushing over the skin.

Stephan, I knew, was watching each expression file across my features. The voice startled me, “Beautiful...” It was almost involuntary and made me open my eyes again to stare into the lust that was pouring from his gaze. Slowly our lips came together again of their own natural accord. This time it was not the gently desire but a passion that welled from deep within both of us.

My lips parted under the tip of his tongue and allowed him access to the taste inside my mouth. His arms tightened slight around my back and waist bringing me closer and crushing my breasts against the fabric of his shirt. The crack and roll of lightening coupled with thunder intensified the arousal soaking the pink lace thong I had chosen to wear for this evening. The inner part of my thighs just below the fabric that was stretched over the lips of my pussy glistened with few drops squeezed from the fabric.

I couldn't stand it, but I didn't know how to move Stephan to the next step. The grip on his shoulders tightened a bit more pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Stephan and I were nearly the same height and had known of each other since kindergarten. Never really friends but classmates all the same. However, this was the year, our senior year, he decided to ask me out. Who knew that it would end up on a veranda out in the middle of nowhere and during the first storm of July?

Stephan pulled away from the kiss, tearing our lips apart it seemed. I had to stifle a whimper under my breath as he whisper, “Shhh Tess... Let's not rush this. I want to enjoy and experience every moment of you.”

I blinked under the heavy lust, clouding my thoughts in the confusion of the process I had not been introduced to yet. Stephan's hands circled my waist tighter and brought me off my toes and heels only to set my down on top of the nearest table. It was sturdy and held four legs at each corner. He hooked the bottom leg of the chair with his barefoot and shoved the piece of furniture out of the way. When did he take off his shoes? I pushed the question away and waited for him to guide me into the next phase of this event. My ass felt the wood of the table glistened and polished for the prolonged exposure to the outdoor seasons. My hands dropped from his shoulders to rest back on the wood supporting myself against the weight of lust that hung between us.

Stephan didn't pull completely back but made quick work of the buttons lining the front of the sexy shirt. It didn't take long before the shirt joined the lump of satin, my dress had made a few steps away. The rush of wind drifted over my breasts causing me to suck the air of pleasure allowing my head to tilt back and drink in this entirely new sensation of ecstasy. Stephan paused to watch the moment.

I saw that lustful smile again before he leaned in over me. His hands moving to rest on either side of mine urging me back against the table before our lips met again for another crash of passion. The taste of his kiss was exquisitely sweet. Hints of chocolate and champagne mingled with my own tastes. A small moan escaped into the kiss. Soon his hands held the small of my back urging me to relinquish the support my hands had on the table behind me. My hair laid where breeze took it and my breasts were bare to the humid breeze again as Stephan lifted back up ending another kiss.

I was past the point of wondering what my first time would be like. I never thought it would be with a boy...No, a man like Stephan. My thoughts stopped cold when the touch of his fingers moved to the outer part of my left knee. I watched his face, entranced with the touch of his fingers trailing around and up my inner thigh. A fire sparked from the touch and an anxious anticipation drifted into my breath. The slow rise and fall of my breasts became short and fast. His eyes widened as he felt the first touch of moisture against my skin. The wetness had drifted a few inches lower than where my panties met the inside of my thigh. Stephan didn't stop though.

I was trembling once Stephan's fingers found the lace pink fabric of my thongs. I was not standing upright anymore and knew the wetness would drift down towards the table. Still, Stephan did not stop his exploration of the wet fabric. A gentle pressure of his fingers was felt over the fabric causing my eyes to reach back under my lids.

My body responded naturally, arching the lower back slightly off the glistening polish of the wood I laid upon. This time I did squirm, unable to stifle the reaction of his touch against the fabric. The heels I still wore hooked into the end of the table on either side of Stephan's hips. I could feel the urge to spread my knees slightly wider not knowing that my body was asking for more.

Stephan responded to the body movements by lowering himself slowly to his knees and drifting his fingers back up and around to hook at the top side of my panties and begin pulling down. The move cause my heels to unhook from the end of the table to allow him the privilege to see my entire body naked of clothes. The heat of arousal brought a flush to the bare pink nether lips that I shaved regularly. They were sticky and wet with the juices I came to know in times when I explored the pearl that lay between those lips. I didn't do it very often. Plus, I knew I was not very good at doing something that was not going to be taught to me by my mother.

Stephan, however, was looking. His fingers tossed the soaked panties on top of the growing pile of clothes. I expected him to come back up off his knees but soon discovered I was wrong. His hands lifted one leg and then the other over his shoulders and soon his breath was felt drifting over the damp folds of my pussy. He whispered, “Tess...” It was all I heard before his tongue slid forward past the lips that the hid my clit from the view of the world.

A gasp came on the wind of lightening and the first rushing waves of droplets converged in the air. I didn't notice the rain. His arms moved around my legs so his fingers could pry open those lips and his tongue could move forward even more. Small teasing circles was all I could fathom from his actions. The breath of a gasp caught in my throat and what came rushing past my mouth was a moan that ended in a whimper. I could hear his soft laughter before his tongue and lips surrounded the nub of my clit.

Stephan's tongue was fast and the pressure stayed in a rhythm that spoke of his freshmen years in band class. He had played the clarinet and the flute. I was soon to discover that these were worth while years. My heels rested into his back as he continued riding the squirming motions of my hips into his lips...into his tongue. My moans became louder and louder with each crescendo of lightning. The roll of thunder muffled my whimpers.

The tip of his tongue touched and touched and touched until; the rise of pleasure bubbled inside me. Juices poured from my pussy creating a puddle on the table underneath my ass. I couldn't care less if the table was going to be ruined or needed to be cleaned when we were done. My back arched more until the lower half was nearly off the table. My head was thrown back in abandoned. I was abandoning my senses to the rain and the pleasure his tongue was offering to my body. Still, Stephan rode my clit with a furious rhythm.

My body trembled with the heat of his attentions. I couldn't stop as my hands reached above me griping the other side of the short table. Soon the rise and pulsing rhythm began to move to a different level. My moans became screams. My clit hardened under his tongue and the rise nearly undid my conscious thought. It started in my lower abdomen, just above one of his hands.

An explosion of desire and ecstasy shivered down first through my legs and up across my breasts and arms. My pussy squirted more juices than I had every felt from my meager fumbling. My cum soaked his chin and lips. Stephan's tongue left my clit and began to suck up out pouring of cum slipping past my pussy walls into his mouth. He couldn't lap up all of it and some made its escape out onto the table dripping into the puddle that began to pour over the side and onto the floor.

Stephan didn't stop until the last trembling shiver poured over my pussy allowing me to relax down into the polished wood of the table. My breathing was still labored when his lips left my pussy. He stood over me holding onto my thighs as he leaned over my satiated form to whisper in my ear, “That was a beautiful beginning my exquisite Tess.”