Sex With A Virgin

"Vicky," Dave cornered me at the end of dance class, "I'm free this evening. Shall we go out for dinner?"

"Sorry, I'm busy, Dave." I rejected him firmly for the umpteenth time. He looked down at me with disapointment in those puppy-dog eyes of his, mumbled something inaudible and walked away.

I felt a bit sorry for Dave, but he just wasn't my type of guy. To begin with, Dave was my dance student and I was his instructor. I hardly fancied going out with my students, even if they were older than me and cute enough. Dave was physically attractive, with good physical build and a really cute smile. He was popular in the dance class and the teenage female students were always trying to get his attention, but he seemed to have eyes only for me. I could always feel his eyes glancing hungrily at me whenever my back was turned.

However, at 18 years old and 3 years younger than me, he was a tad too young for me. Besides, he didn't look like the exciting and wild type of guys I always fancied meeting in the orgy that I visited regularly each week.

Our dance course ended at the end of the scheduled 8 weeks. The final lesson had ended much later than before, with some tearful goodbyes and exchanging of contact numbers. Dave, to my surprise, did not approach me at the end of the little farewell. He stalked out of the studio with a resolute look on his face, but he left his belongings behind.

When everyone had dispersed, I went into the little changing room in the studio, changing out of my dance outfit. My brain was already drifting towards the rewarding night in bed I would be experiencing with my favorite fuck buddy Jason. I must have forgotten to bolt the door, because just then, someone barged into the changing room. Trying desperately to cover my bare torso with my arms, I reeled around to find Dave panting at the door, face flushed and staring at me with wild eyes.

Before I could respond, he suddenly lunged at me and hugged me, forcing my lips towards his. I was helpless against his physical strength as I felt his warm moist tongue inside my cheek. In a bid to stop him, I bit him on his lip, not hard enough to draw blood though. He reeled back and let go of me in shock.

"What the ruddy hell do you think you're doing?!" I demanded.

"Vicki, I want to make love to you."

"I'm your teacher!" I snapped, putting my arms on his chest and trying to shove him out.

It was a big mistake as I advanced towards him. He grabbed hold of me this time, determined not to let go of me.

"Oh Vicki, you don't know how much you have tormented me. All this time I've been in your class watching your sensual body movements in that skin tight body suit of yours which outlined your svelt figure and big round breasts so perfectly, my heart pounded so much I think it could just burst. Its sheer torture going through the same routine every week without being able to ask you out..."

I could hardly believe I was hearing this from the quiet and polite boy. In the midst of trying to get out of his tight grip, I said desperately, "I don't like this idea of a joke. Will you please let go of me, because you're hurting me badly!"

"I'm not joking. This is probably my last time I get to see you and I want to have good memories of my encounter with you before I leave this city. And also..." he blushed "I want to lose my virginity to someone really worthy."

Oh great, he's a virgin. I rolled my eyes.

"So please, Vicki, it really means a lot to me," he stared down at me with those puppy dog eyes again that and then he started smooching me again, which made me feel really breathless, and vulnerable. I decided to relent.

"Ok, but only once." I said.

The moment, I said "Ok", I felt myself being pulled down to the floor. He pressed himself on top of me and pinned my wrists above my head, and started kissing my mouth, his tongue protruding towards the edge of my cheek. It really roused me, and I thought "oh boy I could really get used to this."

But soon, I realized something was amissed. He hadn't taken off his pants. Ok, maybe he wanted foreplay first, but then most of my sex partners always took off all their clothes even during foreplay. Not one to be passive in sex, my arm reached down towards his pants and pulled down his zipper. He gave a start and said, "Oh yeah I forgot".

I could hardly believe my eyes and ears as he got off me and pulled off his shirt, pants and boxers. "He's new to this." I reminded myself.

Seconds later, he was on top of me again, savouring my mouth with his tongue again. I could feel his penis wriggling all around my pussy, but not inside it.

"Oh dear, he can't even find the entrance." I groaned to myself.

After a good 20 minutes, he finally managed to penetrate me. He panted heavily, and then showed no signs of moving at all. No, he was determined to stay in this awfully boring position for a long while, I realized sadly. All throughout the next half hour, the only signs of movement he showed was with his mouth. When he was not kissing me, he was asking me if I was enjoying myself.

And each time, I could only nod my head feebly in response. He's a virgin, I did not want to hurt his feelings.

After what seemed like hours, he got up, and trembling, he tried to put his clothes back on, trying very hard not to get his boxers caught in his zipper. We did not say anything to each other while I walked him to the outside of the school building. I think he was too bashful about the whole encounter, and as for me, I was fuming mad because I had spent 2 boring hours with a novice instead of having real fun in bed with Jason.

When we were outside the building, he gave me one final long kiss and then said "If ever you need me, just contact me and I'll rush down to make love to you wherever you are."

He ambled away, and when he was out of earshot, I said aloud "Not on yout life!"

-Vicky Tran-