Sunday Love Songs 01

She turned onto her side and faced me. She smiled. "This is not what I thought was going to happen," she said and traced a finger over my face, my eyebrows and along my lips. "You are very good."

If only she knew!

I lay back and pulled her against me. She snuggled and then began tracing her fingers over my chest, and down to my stomach.

I kissed her hair, and ran my hand over her back, returning along her side, over her flimsy nightie. We continued to do this for a while, and then she suddenly sat up.

"This is in the way," she said, and pulled the garment over her head. Her breasts now displayed were so perfect it hurt, perfect in shape and in proportion to her body, her nipples pointing slightly upward and already standing proud. She looked down at her new nakedness, then glanced at my enraptured gaze and coloured, but made no attempt to cover up.

She was so slim. Her back was elegantly curved and her spine rested in a delightful depression from her neck down to her buttocks. She lay down again and this time her bare breasts were pressed against my side and my chest. It provoked the inevitable reaction and I stiffened even further.

At first she avoided touching my cock. She continued her stroking me in safe areas, while I caressed her back and side, brushing her breast as I did so. She sighed. This time my hand went over the roundness of her buttock, came back in the crease of her behind through her knickers, and once again brushed her breast. She gave another contented sigh.

Now her hand strayed further down and found my erect cock. She grazed it, and then my balls, and she made another little sound of pleasure. It was the sign I needed.

I pushed her onto her back and knelt up to stroke her legs, over her calves and her knees. She bent them upward and I caressed behind them. She groaned, and her legs fell apart, inviting my hands to journey up her thighs then under her knickers along the creases of her groin. She lifted her hips to encourage me to touch her sex, but it was too early. She moaned in frustration and grasped my cock firmly.

My hands were now on her stomach and up to her breasts, taking my palms lightly over her nipples. Her eyes had been closed, but now they opened wide in surprise.

"Oh," she reacted to the sensation, "again please, Kevin."

I obliged and she smiled as she sucked in a breath. Her nipples were now even more erect and hard and I made a third pass over them, and cupped them, squeezing gently, and rubbing the nipples. Her eyes closed with the pleasure, and she began to tug idly on my cock. It was an involuntary action on her part.

I kissed her lips and her eyes opened again and gazed into mine. She had not expected it. I kissed down to her breasts and tongued those hard nips. Now she was gyrating her hips. I felt her hips rise and her hands left my cock; she was sliding her panties down her slim thighs. I looked upwards to her face, and she smiled and nodded, her breath coming in gasps.

I kissed onward, downward, until I met her bush. It was dark brown, trimmed neatly and short. As I reached the junction of her legs, she opened them wide. There was no shyness, she was bold and open to me. I looked up and her eyes, a darkened blue, smouldered in her desire for me.

Now I was using everything I'd learned to give her a good time. My fingers glided slowly over to the inside of her thighs from her knees, and along each side of her sex. She moved her hips to feel a touch on her vulva but I denied her. Again and again I followed that path and her gyrations became more violent in her frustration, until at last I heard what I wanted.

"Ah! Kevin, stop teasing me!"

Immediately I scooted down the bed and off the end, pulling her legs with me, so her sex was near the edge and her legs over my shoulders. She yelped with the sudden movement, but only once.

How was it possible for a perfect girl to have a perfect pussy as well? It was tidy and the lips, while now inflamed and delicately swollen, covered her inner lips perfectly. There was little time to admire it though; there was work to do.

Then I began a series of finger touches from anus to clitoris, but avoiding the now hard button. Her moans were becoming more intense, begging for touch. She was panting and sighing and giving little yelps of anguish. At last I applied my tongue to the same journey, dipping into her vagina on my way along her inner lips until I brushed her clitoris firmly with a flat tongue.

"Aah Yess" she cried, and exploded in her climax with a series of loud cries and guttural shouts and yelps, while her legs gripped my head, pressing my tongue to her little nub, which I continued to lick to and fro. Her climax went on and on, but eventually she quietened and relaxed her grip completely.

"Ohh, Kev!" she gasped. "That was..."

I crawled up the bed and pulled her to me. She hugged me tightly for what seemed an age, and then we worked our way back up the bed, until we lay together, heads on pillows.

"Oh, Kevin!" she repeated. It was all she said, as she hugged me and kissed me, open mouthed, her tongue darting in and out. We parted, her eyes locked on mine adoringly, satiated.

"I can taste myself," she said, licking her lips. Then her expression changed to a look of trepidation and anticipation.

"I think I'm ready."

She began to stroke my cock again, which was hard and wet. I knew her sex was wet. I ran a finger up and down her vulva, swirling round her clit, and her excitement began to rise again, as she moved her hips against my hand. When her breathing became ragged, I pulled her over me.

"Sit up," I ordered, he looked puzzled but did so.

"Now lift yourself over my cock. Now position me at your entrance."

She did all this and hovered over me, as I rubbed her clit. with a finger and her breathing became ragged once more.

"Sink down, in your own time." I groaned as I began to caress her breasts, fondling them and gently pinching her nips, while resisting the urge to push up into her waiting virginal passage.

She stared wild-eyed into my eyes as she sank down and the head of my cock pushed between her lips and made its entrance.

"Ahh!" came from her lips, surprise on her face at the sensation.

She was tight, very tight. Then she winced and stopped.

"Your maidenhead," I said softly. "Your hymen. Now you can do it quickly, or slowly," I moaned at the grasp of her vaginal entrance, "but you have to push through. Or do you want me to do it?"

"When I say now," she gasped, "will you push up hard?"

"You want it quick?"

She nodded. Smiled. Then she raised herself slightly, screwed her eyes tight, and "NOW!"

She dropped and I pushed up hard. She cried out and was fully impaled on me, her bush against my root. Her sheath gripped my cock tightly, and so warm.

"Ugh!" she groaned and made as if to rise.

"Sit still!" I urged, as I held her hips firmly in place. "Give yourself time to get used to it."

"I feel so full of you," she breathed, looking into my eyes with love. "It's wonderful. It's done isn't it? I'm not a virgin."

I nodded, "We can have some fun, but first, get used to it. Try lifting a little and falling back."

She winced again, and exhaled.

"Stings a little?" I asked.

"Not as bad," she replied and repeated the action, this time with a concentrated grin.

From then on she began to learn for herself. She rose and fell, higher and higher, she rotated, she fell forward, leaned back, and gradually increased her pace until she was quite frantic. Her hair was flying and her firm breasts bouncing, straight armed, her hands on my shoulders, and concentration etched into her face.

Her eyes were so expressive as she sampled each new sensation, sometimes closed, sometimes squinting and other times open wide in surprise. It had its effect on me and I warned her I was near to coming.

"Come Kev! Come now!" she shouted, and I spewed my juice into her. It was intense.

She came as well, a heartbeat later, with a high pitched squeal, and then fell forward onto me.

"Urgh! Ah! Oh! So good! I love you!" she gasped out as the climax rippled through her, and she wriggled against me to get maximum sensation from my cock, until it wilted and slipped from her.

She gripped my left thigh between her thighs, and in that position we rested a while.

When she lifted off me, she looked down and gasped. My pubic area and my left thigh were red. "What's--?

"Your blood," I laughed. "Proves you were a virgin. You know in days of yore when girls had to be virgins when they married, they used to hang the bloodstained sheets out of the window so everyone would know their girl had been a virgin."

I climbed out of bed and we looked at the sheet.

"That'll need changing as well," I said, as we noted the few blood marks.

We stripped the bed, remade it, and then had a shower together, which was difficult In a bathtub with a shower above! We soaped each other, and needless to say, eventually, with much giggling, touching, stroking and kissing all over each other, washed the blood from me and from between her legs.

Then she herself bent forward away from me as an invitation, and I entered her from behind and we fucked under the falling water until it ran cold and we shouted and squealed, and scrambled out of the tub, laughing loudly.

We dried each other everywhere, which was a supremely intimate moment, and then, dressed in bathrobes, went down to the living room and drank some wine.

"Is there more?" she asked. "Have you more to show me?"

Her smile was really lustful and lascivious. My sated cock twitched and began to grow again. Oh yes!

I had of course a number of things to demonstrate, and we set to immediately. Over the weekend we made gentle, slow, intense love, we fucked hard and violently, we cuddled, and we hammered at each other. She tried as many positions as I could think of with varying success.

We enjoyed oral and manual sex. She confessed to giving Brad a hand job but she had never had a cock in her mouth. After begging me not to come in her mouth, when I warned her I was near, she would not let go. She grimaced at the sharpness of it, but swallowed and gave a triumphant grin. Fortunately there was not a great deal to expel from my drained prostate. It was not the only time she took me that way.

By Sunday evening we lay exhausted in the bed. She said she had never had so many orgasms and couldn't manage any more. At last it was time to go. I had deflowered, and had sex with the most perfectly formed teenage girl I had ever seen, in as many positions as I could remember. I had seen her most intimate parts, and fingered and licked them to her distraction. I had given her orgasms both mild and intense, and had them myself.

At that moment I forgot all my previous realism about the weekend and naively thought that surely now she was going to be mine for the future. We had been so close, so affectionate, so in tune in all our love-making. This must be true love. We were meant for each other. Then it was all shattered.

"I can't thank you enough," she said as I stood at the front door, and we kissed for the last time. "I feel more than ready to do it with Barry now."

It hit me like a brick in the face. All that was so she could forget me and fuck the school jock. I felt a deep jealousy and anger, but kept a bland face.

I just thought the bitch, she just used me!

All that love talk of hers, all those adoring looks -- an illusion, it meant nothing to her.

"Good night," I said, turned and walked away.

The fact she had told me this would happen did not impinge on my anger and feeling of rejection one jot. At that age all emotions are intense, and I was steaming! The wonderful girl I had tutored was a manipulating bitch. It was unfair of me; I had known the score before we had the weekend, but during it she had professed love for me, and the tryst had been supremely intimate, affectionate and more than just sex.

The following day, I went to school earlier and by a different way, and dodged her at the end of the day -- in any case she went home with Barry.

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I avoided Nicola all week, and on Thursday she found me in school.

"Where've you been?" she asked with a worried frown. "I missed our morning walks."

"You haven't a clue, have you?" I muttered. "I give you a whole weekend. I love you to death, give you pleasure you'd never known before. Did you hear yourself on Sunday? 'I'm more than ready to do it with Barry now'. Work it out. I'm only a geek, you hang out with the jocks. You used me and dropped me like a piece of used wrapping paper. Now I mean nothing to you; you got what you wanted. I don't want to walk with you any more knowing that. I don't want it, knowing you're fucking someone else and couldn't care a damn about my feelings. So fucking leave me alone."

I walked away, leaving her looking puzzled. For a highly intelligent girl, she could be really thick. At the back of my mind I think I knew I was being unfair, but I couldn't help my feelings.

I saw nothing of her after that, except at a distance in Form Time, when she ignored me pointedly, and I ignored her. Then three weeks later, my mother called me downstairs one Saturday evening, saying I had a visitor. Yes, it was Nicola.

She looked embarrassed, worried and fearful.

"Kevin," she said hesitantly, "can we talk?"

I took her to my room and she sat on the bed. I sat at my desk.

"I miss you," she said, after a long silence I had no intention of breaking.

"I'm sorry about that, but you know my feelings," I said. "Barry should be filling your life and your cunt now."

"Please Kevin, don't be like that; I'm not with Barry any more."

"Oh?"

"He dumped me after we had sex. I'm not sorry, he was useless. Apparently he just wanted to be the first to break me in. I let him think that. By the way, he's smaller than you."

"As if his size matters; don't be so fucking crass," I growled at her. "So it was really pointless using me wasn't it?"

"No, Kev," she said with some feeling, "I'll never forget that weekend."

"Big deal!" I said with some heat. "So you want me to fill in until you find another jock boyfriend to wrap your legs round, is that it?"

She winced. "No, I'm with another boyfriend. I'm with Lee now."

"Lee?" I laughed loudly. "My, you're really slumming now aren't you? He's a Neanderthal!"

"He's very nice," she said angrily. "He's very patient. We're not having sex."

"Yet."

"So?" she said scornfully. "I'll sleep with whoever I like!"

"Exactly," I said. "You can sleep with anyone. They'll be falling over themselves to get between your legs; you're quite a trophy fuck, or didn't you know?"

I could see her trying to control her anger.

"Kevin," she said at length, "I came because I miss you as a friend. Can't we be friends?"

"After what you did?" I snapped. "I don't think so. There's a saying about sex you know, 'once you've done it, you can't go back to holding hands.'"

"We were such close friends, can't we be that again?" she begged. "I feel sort of lonely without you."

"OK," I said. "You become my girlfriend, we start going together exclusively. That's what it will take. You willing to do that?"

She looked embarrassed and uncomfortable, and said nothing, but it was as clear a reply as if she had said it. She did not want me like that.

"I thought so. That's your answer, I'm not good enough: going with me will hurt your image in school. So, I suggest you use your current boyfriend to cure your loneliness," I said with some heat. "I don't like being used. You even want to use me as a walk to school friend only.

"Your last chance. Us together, all or nothing. What do you say?"

She looked at me sadly. That was enough for me.

"That's how much you care for me. I knew it. Good bye, Nicola."

I sat eyeing her stonily until she got up and left.

That was the last time we talked, but I suddenly found that a number of the fit girls in class now wanted to go with me, and most made no secret about wanting sex. I had a whale of a time with a succession of hot randy eighteen year old nymphs. Apparently Nicola had rashly shared details of our weekend with her best friend, who told her best friend, etc, etc.

From time to time, I caught Nicola looking wistfully at me when I was with yet another girl and clearly about to score again. It was little consolation.

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I said that that meeting in my bedroom was the last time I talked with her; that is not strictly true. After exams we had the leavers' promenade dance and I was a victim of a sting. Cloe, the girl who must have been the second most beddable in the year and whom I had proved to be so, asked me to the prom. Heavenly!

I did notice Nicola at the prom. How could one not? Her dark green gown was held up by two spaghetti straps, and hugged her form like a second skin. The skirt of the dress was slit up the side almost to the waist, revealing tantalising glimpses of her hold-up stockings and even her high-cut knickers. The 'V' of the bodice dipped low enough and showed enough of her breasts to assure all the males in the hall that there was no bra, and that her breasts were firm and pert. She was devastating. I noticed she danced with a succession of guys, while I kept to Cloe, who was an entrancing partner and a lot of fun, especially in some of the slow dances!

Then Cloe disappeared. It was nearly at the end of the evening's proceedings. I looked for her and eventually saw her deep in the arms of Craig, the lad who had brought Nicola. I should have suspected a trap, but I was nearly nineteen and leaving school. I fell into it.

Nicola was suddenly by my side.

"Kev?" she said gently, "Cloe and Craig always fancied each other and this is their last chance to be together. I told him to go to her. I know this is an imposition, but would you dance the last dance with me and take me home?"

Yes, of course muggins would, and did. I held her and she held me. Tight. It brought back all the memories of our sex-laden weekend. Then on to her aunt's who was not in evidence. She asked me in for 'a coffee'. Even in my callow youth I knew what this meant -- especially after the prom! We were parting for good, and I wasn't passing up the chance of another fuck. This time I wouldn't be so loving and caring.

In her bedroom, suddenly the spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and the dress gently floated to the floor. There was no bra, as everyone at the dance suspected, and her knickers were the laciest high leg briefs, which she slipped to the floor to keep the dress company.

I was faced with the dream girl of the year, whom I had loved all the time though I would not admit it even to myself, standing before me in a pair of thigh-high stockings with lacy tops, high heels and nothing else.

"Please, Kev," she pleaded, "we might never see each other again. You were my first lover, and the best one believe me. Please, love me again."

Look, we're not talking about a mature man of the world. We're talking about a girl standing in front of a lad in nothing but lacy thigh-highs, inviting him to have sex. There is no flesh weaker than a hormone driven teenage boy-man.

If there was any reasoning it might have gone like this: "Girl, naked, wants sex with me. Does it matter that she's slept with most of the hunks of the year? No, of course not. Go for it!"

There was no need for any justification. I'd wanted her since we'd made love. It was quite selfish. Now nothing would stop me, certainly not she. At least I thought so. I was to be dreadfully disappointed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the pack of condoms. She frowned.

"What do you need those for?" she asked.

"Every girl I've been with since you, I've been protected. Have you never heard of STDs? AIDS, Clap, Chlamydia? You've been with a lot of guys and I don't know if they are clean -- I doubt it if the rumours I've heard are true. So you're no longer safe; I can't take the risk."