Ok, first, I wanna get something straight. I love women. I love the graceful curve of a luscious figure; I love how they smell, and how they can entice you with even the slightest nod. Secondly, I love sex… Well at least I think I love sex, I mean I like women so how could I not like sex? Of course I’ve seen my fair share of porn (which I like) and I also enjoy playing with myself. But sex? Sex is totally unchartered territory. I know what feels good on me but what about the girl? Would she like it? Not to mention the stories I’ve heard, where a guy’s been too nervous to get it up the first time. The monkey on my back is a truth which I shudder to even think to myself, I’m a virgin. Lame. I’ve kissed, made-out, dated but the sheer thought of sex, sends me into a panic. This is crap for 2 reasons: One; I want to have sex. Two; in almost every story, be it porn, a movie, a book whatever the dude is almost always and automatic Casanova-esque character; a guy that without fail is well-endowed and has women screaming in ecstasy for hours on end. Naturally almost no man will admit to being nervous or crap on their first time in the sack. Conclusively, this leaves me with a difficult conundrum, one that cannot be fixed with the age old mantra “She’s more scared of you than you are of her”.
I’ve been with my girl, Linda for a few months now and shit is she hot. Five foot six, athletic, yet slim bod with a nice firm pair of D’s. Not to mention her long, slender legs, round ass, plush lips and shoulder length auburn hair with just a hint of red. I could go on and on. We started dating during what she playfully calls my “ugly duckling stage”. I used to be short and acne ridden, but during winter, my skin cleared and I gotta growth spurt. Now with my tall, slightly muscled frame, dark blonde hair and brown eyes we are finally equals. Well aesthetically at least.
6:02 pm, not bad, I thought to myself as I rapped a couple of times on the front door of her house. Her parents were away for the weekend so I had volunteered to come over and keep her company.
“Cody!” she squealed as she threw open the door. I noticed she was wearing a short, light red skirt and white tank top that shower of her sun kissed body perfectly.
“Hey Lin.” I laughed as I pulled her in for a soft kiss.
She smiled warmly. “I hope you’re hungry, I’ve been slaving in the kitchen all day.”
“Lead the way.”
Once seated comfortably on the lounge floor, she brought out dinner; spaghetti and meatballs, as simple as it was tasty. We ate and chatted about study, friends, family. It was always so easy to be with Linda, she never pressured me about anything.
“Oh!” she gasped. “I just remembered I wanted to show you something.”
Before I could reply she had jumped up and was promptly tugging me down the hallway to her bedroom. Her room was as the same as ever. Spacious, with a baby yellow décor; a couple of shelves and her computer desk displayed photos and trinkets, yet it was still neat and tidy. In the centre was her bed a queen sized, delicate, and white iron four poster bed, complete with gossamer curtains. I went to sit down on the soft blankets of her bed when she held a hand out to stop me.
“No, you have to go wait in the bathroom,” Linda commanded.
“But didn’t you say you wanted to show me something?”
“Yes, but I want it to be a surprise,” she replied.
I sighed, slightly frustrated. Argh! Women. While I was in the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror (hey, a guy’s gotta look good) and fixed my hair.
“Cody!” I heard her call me and exited the bathroom which was right near her room. I paused at her bedroom door wondering what it was that required all this hot and cold nonsense. I shrugged and then opened the door.
“Holy shit,” I breathed as my eyes rested upon the most glorious sight I had ever seen. Linda sat, perched on her bed in a black and white, lacy bra and matching thong. As my feet moved forward of their own accord, she stood and walked, sensuously towards me. I instantly felt my cock harden and begin to strain against my pants.
“Do you like it?” She giggled, as she began to unbutton my shirt. I could only manage ragged, uneven breaths as I slid my hands down the sides of her body. “Listen,” Linda continued. “I really like you, I mean really like you and I was thinking that tonight I could show you just how much…” she trailed of suggestively as she slid my shirt off me. Heat flooded through me, I felt like I was on fire.
“I need the toilet,” I blurted as I made my way back to the bathroom as steadily as I could. Once inside I locked the door, sat on the toilet and began to hyperventilate. The thing was Linda and I had talked about sex before, earlier, she had confessed that she was on the pill because of a sexual relationship she had start with her ex. Not wanting to seem like a loser I had lied and fabricated a few hot sexual relationships. Words flew through my mind the one that stuck however, was sissy. Sissy I repeated, just meters away a smoking babe was practically throwing herself at me and here I was freaking out in the bathroom like a prom queen that had just eaten too much dessert. I sighed; I would have to come clean and quick. Collecting what remained of my dignity; I exited the bathroom and marched to Linda.