A Night of Firsts

Harry nodded and looked outside again. "So, what do you do while we're at the show?"

"Me and the other drivers typically meet up and play cards or something. Then I'll take you home after the event."

The rest of the drive was a fairly uneventful one with Greg and Harry sharing casual banter. Soon, the city's skyline came into view and they arrived at the venue. It was a large building with a press pit for the paparazzi and NBC press agents.

"Alright Harry, here we go." Greg said with a smile, looking up to his mirror to look at his client.

"Thanks Greg." The younger man said with a smile, stepping out to the red carpet. Greg had opened the door for him. Looking out, he observed the carpet for the first time. It was a long sideways affair that ran to the building. A young male stage hand darted over to greet both he and Greg.

"Which one of you is Harry Taylor?"

"That's me" Harry offered, sticking his hand up.

"Great, my name's Paul, I'll be escorting you inside. If you'd like to come with me?"

Harry nodded as Greg clasped him on the back in a 'good luck' manner. Walking inside, he felt conscious of the camera's flashing at him as he walked inside. However, he knew that he wasn't a celebrity and shouldn't be treated as such.

Inside the hall there were lots of people there already and some famous faces he recognized. There was that guy who hosts Fear Factor and the UFC. Joe something? Joe Logan? He wasn't sure. Sure enough, fame whores were there in the tramps from The Hills and that fat blogger guy. Finding his table, Paul went down on a crooked knee to speak to Harry.

"Right, if all goes to plan you'll be called up at ten minutes to the hour. You just need to keep your speech to about two minutes all right?"

Those last words hit Harry like a ton of bricks. A speech. Oh shit. He hadn't prepared one.

"Sure." Harry said, keeping a calm ton in his voice.

"All right, you'll be seated with some celebrities. I think it's the cast from Chuck."

Another tonne of bricks hit him. Chuck? Maybe Yvonne would be here tonight? Keeping himself calm, Harry nodded as Paul shook his hand and disappeared into the dark.

***

Striking poses together on the red carpet, Yvonne and Sarah had two big smiles on their faces as the camera's illuminated them. Paul approached the two, careful not to obstruct the camera's eye. He gave a tap of his imaginary watch and the two women acknowledged him. Giving one last pose, the two hooked their arms in each others and they made their way inside it. Being directed to Harry's table, they didn't see it was him.

Sitting down to the left of him, they made the connection.

"Harry?" Yvonne exclaimed. He had turned to face them and was met by the two Greek Goddesses come to life.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, trying to keep his voice from squeaking at sheer glee.

"Fancy that!" Sarah mused, shaking his hand after Yvonne gave him a hug.

"Yeah, fancy that."

"Are you here from last night? That can't be it!" The blonde babbled, her Australian tone was lovely to hear as Harry smiled.

"No, I work with troubled kids in Social Services."

"Oh wow. How's that going for you?" Sarah asked, tugging her chair in. Tucking herself in, her legs resting under the table.

As Harry and Sarah spoke, Yvonne got to look at her rescuer in a more civilized manner than their previous encounter on the streets. He was a very handsome individual. He looked like he had a good body, it was difficult to tell under his suit. His hair was a smooth brown, that looked a little long but had been gelled back in a 'wind swept' look. He had no trace of a stubble, a personal pet peeve of hers and his green eyes looked so deep, like she could get lost in them. She must've been staring when she felt Sarah elbow him in her ribs.

Jumping back to the conversation, she nodded and took a stab at what was being said.

"Yeah, that's great."

"What is?" Sarah asked, crooking an eyebrow.

"What we were just talking about." She jumped up and grabbed a Martini from one of the waiters. Shocked, but regaining his composure, he offered the drinks to the rest of the table.

Politely declining, both Harry and Sarah shared a glance.

"You think it's great that he could be losing his job?"

"His... Oh my, Harry I'm sorry!"

"That's all right! You looked like you were in a different galaxy let alone a different room!" He smiled, as Yvonne patted him on the forearm. They were about to speak again when the lights dimmed, the show was about to start.

***

There was a short montage of video footage focusing on Harry's work. When they called his name, his table were particularly vocal in their support. Sarah and Yvonne both taking time to hug him, Yvonne kissed him on the cheek as he made his way up.

Ready to collapse, Harry ignored it and pressed on. Standing up on stage, he realized just how isolated he was. Standing at the podium, he thought for a brief moment before the words began to flow.

"When I was very little, my parents were killed in a car accident. I was left alone and in the hands of the CPS." He paused, looking to the side of the stage to collect his thoughts, before continuing. "They looked after me and made me into the person I am today. But, with all the recent cuts, we're taking away the chance I had. Now, it would be easy for me to feel fine with this award but it shouldn't be for me. It should be for all the kids who survive a tragedy and evolve into a fully functional member of society. So, this is for them. Thanks a lot."

Harry made his way back to the table to various hoots and hollers and general applause. Sitting at the table, Yvonne had pounded back her sixth or seventh Martini, he looked concerned when she hugged him tightly.

Sarah shook her head lightly and laughed as she sat back down again.

"That was a great speech Harry." She said with a smile, the blonde nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! Great speech!"

"Not to be rude... But how many have you had?" Harry saw something in her that frightened him. She looked just like one of the drunks he'd confront. They were so certain that they could change but never managed to see their kids on their birthdays. It made him sick.

Her brunette friend caught Harry's look and intervened.

"Too much. Yvonne. Conference." Sarah commanded, tugging her by the arm she dragged her off to the toilets. Stepping inside, the brunette looked around quickly before confronting her friend.

"Are you trying to scare the guy?"

"What?! No! Why?"

"Well, you're pounding back the drinks like it's going out of style. If you keep it up you'll be wasted and he won't want to know."

Yvonne was about to argue, but shut her mouth. Sarah was right. She knew it too. Hugging her friend, Yvonne got emotional.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just make that one the last one kay?"

"Sure. Should we get back?"

The night had come to an end and the table had made their ways out to the car park. Yvonne took Sarah to one side. "I'm going to sleep with him."

That was a new one. "You're what!?" Sarah said in a hushed voice.

"You heard me. I'm going to sleep with him. I decided when I was inside. He's everything I need. American, looks after himself and most of all has a good heart. Look at him, he deserves it.

Sarah was about to speak when she realized Yvonne was serious. "All right. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you call me in fifteen?"

"Sure." The two shared a hug and Sarah waved her goodbyes to Harry.

"Are you not going with Sarah?"

"I thought I could ride with you. If that's OK?"

"That is more than fine!" Harry said with a smile, Greg opened the door for the two before winking at Harry. Taking no notice, they sat in the limo and spoke for a bit until Yvonne's phone went off.

"It's Sarah, excuse me. Hi Sarah..."

"Hi Yvonne, I've called you. Now what?"

"Wait, he did what?"

"Yvonne? What are you talking about?"

"Where are you now? All right, stay at my house."

"Ah. Rock his world girl!"

"I will. I'll see you soon."

Yvonne hung up before looking at Harry.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Sarah, she's got a total creep of an ex-boyfriend who seems insistent on following her around. Can you come back to my place? We can meet her there."

"Sure. Greg, can we make a detour?"

"Of course pal. Where are we going?"

"Seventeen Oakland drive." Yvonne said, looking at the mirror. Greg nodded and voiced his acknowledgment.

"I'm really glad you're here Harry."

"Yeah, no problem. Do you think I should stay the night?"

Perfect! Yvonne thought to herself. He was doing most of the work for her. "If that's OK?"

"Sure. I have the weekend off."

They sat almost silently, as they drove to Yvonne's house.

***

When they arrived, Harry let Greg go. Walking down the long drive, there was a light on in the kitchen.

"That must be Sarah." Yvonne wondered aloud as they went through the front door. The pair walked in and headed into the kitchen. There was a note on the table. Yvonne picked it up and read it out loud.

"Yvonne, I've been picked up by my parents. I'll call you in the morning. Sarah. XOXOXO. Sorry Harry it looks like it was a wasted trip."

"It's fine. I've got to spend some more time with you." He almost couldn't believe how cheesy that sounded. He felt blood rush to his cheeks as Yvonne smiled.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Please. Do you have any soda?"

"Sure. Diet coke OK?" She asked, pulling open the fridge door to peer inside.

"Perfect."

"Cool. Do you want to grab a seat? I'll be in shortly." She motioned to the main room where her TV and the majority of her furniture was. Nodding, he made his way inside and took a seat on her sofa.

A few moments passed and Yvonne walked in with two glasses of diet coke. Thanking her, he took the glass from her and sipped on the cool beverage. They were quiet for a moment when Yvonne broke the silence.

"Earlier you said you got to spend more time with me. Do you like that?"

"Well, what's not to like? I'm just a dweeb and you're really hot!"

It was Yvonne's turn to blush now. "Thank you... But you're not a dweeb. I think you're hot too."

There was a silence that seemed to last an eternity before Yvonne spoke again. Lifting her glass, she smiled.

"Here's to being hot." Leaning in, she planted a kiss on his lips. It only lasted a few moments. Breaking, they looked at each other and put their glasses down. This time, with more passion and urgency, they kissed again. Yvonne climbed on his lap and took his face in her hands. Holding him, she moaned into his mouth as he put his hands on her buttocks. He didn't seem sure as to what to do with his tongue.

Yvonne was more than happy to guide him. Nudging his tongue with hers, she wrapped it around and sucked on his tongue. Soon, she broke the kiss and playfully nipped at his bottom lip. Looking down his body, she put her hands on his chest and tugged his shirt apart. Buttons sailed across the room as she dived in, kissing his chest and working her way down. She was very happy with the state of his chest, toned with a thin fuzz of body hair.

She reached his bottoms and pulled his pants open too. Reaching in, Yvonne pulled out his seven inch member that had now hardened. Licking her lips, she brushed her hair back behind her ears and opened her mouth. Licking his tip, she smiled with pride when he groaned at her simplest touch. Wrapping her dainty hand around his shaft, she looked up and spoke softly.

"Are you a virgin Harry?"

"What? No... Sorry."

"Don't be. I like a pro." With that, she winked and started to suck on his cock. Her lips formed a vacuum around his shaft and she slowly bobbed up and down.

Placing her hands on his waist, she bobbed up and down as she loosened her lips. Flicking and running her tongue along his shaft, before expertly flicking her tongue against his ball sack. Amazed at what was happening, he wasn't ready to pinch himself. Instead, he opted to run his hands through her blond hair while she sucked him. As she reached his head, she noticed that cum had started to bubble already. Thinking nothing of it, she scooped up the cum and carried on sucking. Cupping his balls with her right hand, she moaned as Harry started to entangle his fingers in her luscious locks.

Grunting, Harry's hips lifted up off of the couch and before he could warn her he had shot his load inside her mouth. Slowly, his hips fell back down to the couch and he realized how pitifully he had done.

"I'm... I'm... I'm sorry I had too much to drink earlier..." Embarrassed, Harry started to form excuses. Thinking nothing of it, she shook her head and stood up. She had since swallowed his load and smiled.

"It's fine babe. Let's go upstairs."

He kicked off his pants as Yvonne took him by the hand and led her upstairs. Reaching her bedroom with several stops for kisses on the way, Yvonne unzipped her dress and kicked off her shoes. She wasn't wearing a bra but her lacy black underwear truly was a sight to behold. Harry's dick had hardened again as she walked to her bedside table and fished out a box of condoms. She quickly checked the expiration date before tossing them over to him.

"All right big boy. Time for my fun."

He nodded and took out a condom, she didn't really think of it at the time but he seemed to be spending a lot of time working on the foil.

Eventually, he managed to get the plastic sheath out and had rolled it down on his member.

"How have you done it before?"

"Only missionary I'm afraid." Harry said, climbing on the bed with her.

Yvonne shook her head.

"You poor thing. Missing out on one of the best feelings in the world! Lie down." She ordered as he complied.

Lying down, Yvonne parted her legs and climbed on top of him. Prying her pussy's lips apart, she slowly impaled herself on his shaft. They both shared a groan, with an overly dramatic hair whip by Yvonne. His hands fell on her breasts, he played with her nipples until they hardened by his touch.

Taking the left one in his mouth he sucked on it, bringing the small nub to life. His hand was playing with her other breast as they indulged in each other's bodies. Tweaking the nipple, like he would a radio dial, it seemed to do the trick as she rocked her body on him.

Her pussy was soaking wet. He could feel it through the rubber sheath and how she moaned.

Yvonne's hands were on his shoulders as she raised and dropped on his member. Harry dragged his mouth across to her other fleshy mound, not letting his lips leave her skin. Bringing his hands up to her left breast, he played with her tit again as he sucked on her right nipple.

"Oh Harry..." Yvonne sighed, she felt how tightly her pussy was hugging his shaft. Harry brought his lips off of her tit and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter as they kissed. She started to grind her cunt against his shaft, increasing her pleasure ten fold. Breaking the kiss, Yvonne groaned out loud again.

Finding his hands, Yvonne pushed him to the bed and held his hands high above his head. With a more primal lust, she brought her hips up and slammed them down, almost like a piston on an old steam train. Involuntarily, her nails dug into his skin as she lost herself in carnal desire. A thin film of sweat formed on their bodies as Yvonne's eyes started to dim.

"Oh... Oh... Oh yeah!" Yvonne screamed aloud as her hips went crazy. They weren't following a pattern any more, simply up and down, or front to back, coating his shaft and lap with her womanly juices. Her hands let go of his and she started to paw at her breasts. Taking the initiative, Harry rolled her over so he was on top. Her legs hooked around him and he pounded her.

"Oh fuck..." He sighed as Yvonne's legs squeezed him tightly. Putting one hand above her head, he grunted as he continued to fuck her. Her pussy clamped down on him and her back arched off of the bed. Time seemed to still as Yvonne practically recreated the scene from the Exorcist. There wasn't a single part of her body on the bed as she shook with an orgasm to awake the Almighty.

Feeling how snug her pussy was and with the sudden clamp down, Harry shot his load. Spurt after spurt smacked against the rubber as he continued to fuck the lovely lady beneath him. His strength soon sapped from him and as his pulsing strokes came to a stop, she hugged him tightly. His head rested on her shoulder as they caught their breath.

Rolling onto his back, he smiled softly as Yvonne curled up against him, letting her panting mouth rest on his shoulder.

"That... Was... Amazing!" She panted wiping some sweat soaked hair from her face. "Thank you Harry."

"My pleasure." He panted, holding her softly.

"So... Where do I land on your list?" She smiled, her index finger traced his hairy chest. Playing between his two nipples. She looked up when he didn't answer.

His cheeks had flushed with red again. He looked down, smiling inanely. "You're the best."

"Bullshit. I bet you've had better. Where do I land?"

Trying not to look directly at her, Harry bit his bottom lip. "Umm... Yvonne..." He said, his eyes desperate to avoid her gaze.

"It's alright. I'm just glad we did this. I'm sorry for prying."

"Can I tell you a secret?" He asked softly. When she looked at him and nodded, he said, "Promise never to let this leave this room? Not even Sarah can know."

Sitting up, looking at him. She nodded again. "Sure. What is it?"

Smiling shyly, he leaned forward, kissing her softly. When they broke apart,

he smiled, still looking shy and nervous despite his best efforts. "Thank you

for being my first."

Seeing his shyness, Yvonne tried to piece together what he was talking about. She looked at him, red still in his cheeks. This was bothering him something fierce. His confidence hadn't really taken a knock except for the blowjob earlier... Then it clicked.

The condom. She thought, trying to think what about the condom had made her focus on it. He struggled with it! He didn't exactly say anything but other guys have got them on quicker. Especially with me. Perhaps it was a different brand? But all of the rubbers work the same. She brought her gaze up to Harry's eyes as her head put the clues together.

"Harry... Are you a virgin?" She asked very softly. Almost as if she was afraid of his answer.

Shaking his head, he had a big smile. "Nope!"

Sighing, Yvonne smiled. "Thank god..."

"Well, I'm not anymore!" .

Looking up at him again, Yvonne got very serious. "What do you mean?"

Looking at her, he said, "Well, since we did it, not now."

Shaking her head, Yvonne sighed, it was hard to remain mad at him. "Oh Harry... I shouldn't have been the person to take your virginity. You're supposed to give it to someone you love. Someone you really care about."

Turning his body to face her, he smiled, taking her back into his arms.

"Yvonne, I do care about you. I'd like to think that you're my friend." He said, before thinking of something. "It can't have been a coincidence that we met each other two nights in a row."

"Why did you lie to me?"

Sighing, he spoke softly, "Because I didn't want you... I didn't want you laughing at me because I'm so inexperienced." Looking away from her, he added softly. "It was hard enough to fake not being scared..."

Rolling over onto her back, Yvonne groaned and put her hands on her face.

"Jesus Harry, is that what you think of me?"

"Well... Not any more."

"Well, since we're being honest... I was going to seduce you... So, I'm just as much to blame." He opened his arms and she dived in, wrapping hers around his waist. She spoke softly into his chest.

"You know... If I took your cherry... Maybe you should take mine?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I've not had anal before."