The Greatest Gift

I was in shock. Not complete shock, I had a feeling I would be his first. He had dropped numerous hints to me, but I hate assuming anything. My heartbeat accelerated and I could feel it pounding in my chest. I knew that losing his virginity was a big deal to him - he had waited 18 1/2 years already.

I kissed him deeply, as I didn't have words. I mean, what do you say to that? "Thank you" would sound ridiculous. So I spoke through tongue and lips. But then I started thinking again. I felt so much for him, and I was really willing to do nearly anything to make and keep him happy. I couldn't really be content unless he was.

"Josh..."

"Yeah?"

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out?"

"Yeah."

"I love you." Silence. Neither of us said anything for a second, he just gave me a big kiss. "You don't have to say it back, I don't want you to say it unless you mean it. And I've been thinking that for a little while now, it’s not just because you want me to be your first."

He kissed me some more, and I felt like Velveeta in the microwave. Everything was awesome.

"I love you, too," he finally replied.

Heaven! I couldn't have been happier. We started kissing really passionately. I wasn't thinking about what I'd like to do with him anymore, I was still horny, yes, but it wasn't about that.

We stopped kissing after a while and I lay down in the bed beside him. He, Zach, and I all agreed to sleep in Zach's bed, because it was more comfortable and there was plenty of room. I didn't remember falling asleep, but I did somewhat remember Zach coming into his room and laying down.

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning bright as the sun, even if I didn't look the part. Josh woke up, and after he was out of the bathroom I went. I brushed my hair and teeth and washed my face. Life was good.

We left Zach's house a short time after that and went back home. Saturday passed fairly uneventfully. Josh made some serious bonds with my little brother, and my brother even said to him, "You're like the older brother I never had." Adorable.

We went to Jojo's house sometime in the evening and then after that we went to Zach's house again. This time we brought Jojo's older sister Ciskei (pronounced 'sis - key'). She was bored and we figured that she and Zach could chill and stay off of our backs. How wrong were we.

After the initial bullshittin', the couples started making out again. Josh and I were on the bed, and Jojo and Mike on the futon. Zach and Ciskei decided to be commentators on the making out session.

Using Jojo's cell phone, Zach called Ciskei to record the commentary on Ciskei's voicemail. "And as you can see here," Zach started, talking about myself and Josh, "the male species has placed his hand on the female species' ass, to further enhance the sensations of making out. The female species is grinding her pussy into the male, obviously enjoying herself."

"Zach! Shut up!" I yelled, laughing.

Josh moved his thigh between mine and I started to dry fuck his leg. "And now the male is allowing the female to dry fuck his leg, when we all know he wishes it were his dick."

Zach and Ciskei started singing part of a current rap song; they kept repeating the words, "grinding and grinding and grinding..." I didn't care though, it felt good, and I was grinding into him.

"ZACH!" I protested. I couldn't believe him sometimes.

Zach and Ciskei kept laughing, and then started commenting on Rigo and Jojo. That didn't last long, as I guess Rigo and Jojo didn't put on as good of a show. Oh well.

The end of the night finally came, and we all left Zach's house. We took Rigo, Jojo, and Ciskei back to their house, and then went to mine.

"Why aren't the cars here?" I asked my sister as I walked through the front door.

"Rene had to go get dad, he didn't have a ride home. I think he's getting the van looked at." My younger sister replied.

"Oh, so he'll be home soon?" I asked, wishing the answer was no. I was eager to continue where we left off.

"Yea, they should be home in a little bit."

"Aight, thanks," I finished, and walked into my room. Josh and I changed into bedclothes, and I had to let him borrow my PT shorts because he didn't have anything else. I found it cute, to see him in my clothes. They weren't faggity, don't get me wrong. The shorts went nearly down to his knees.

We went into the living room and started watching a movie so that when dad came home we wouldn't have to worry about dad giving us crap, and because Josh had yet to meet my dad. We started flipping through the channels, and Josh lay down in my lap with a pillow under his head. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"Boy, who the fuck do you think you are laying on my daughter like that!" my dad shouted at Josh.

He popped up out of my lap and looked at dad. "Hello, I'm Josh," he said, fairly unphased.

Dad shook his hand. "Tarzan," he replied. Tarzan is dad's nickname from way back. It's a long, silly story. "I figured you were Josh, I just had to give you a hard time," dad told him.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

We started watching Formula 51, a screwy movie about drugs, lying, and manipulation. It was ingenious, the story, but the movie was a little on the fucked up side. After the movie, dad went to bed. A few minutes later, Josh and I resided into my room.

I had agreed not to sleep in my bed that night, so that Josh could sleep there. I slept in my sister's queen size with her, because there was plenty of room. But we didn't have a bedtime, so it was really just a matter of where I woke up.

I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I saw Josh on the floor, pumping out push-ups. I froze in the doorway, baffled.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Why not?" he responded.

I did have to admit it was sexy to watch him PT like that. I didn't say anything, though.

We lay down on my bed and just started chit chatting. I turned off my bedroom light, and turned on my black light and the Christmas lights that went around my room. It produced the softest glow.

Josh was being really goofy. I had never seen or heard him like this. He was just insanely hyper, bouncing around, talking at 90 million words per minute, jumping on top of me and tickling me. It was refreshing, to see someone else who could be goofy as hell and all. It was made even better because I knew I was the source of this boundless happiness.

Then he did a 180 and got really serious. He started telling me about some problems he had as a child and was having now. It was really awesome that he could talk to me like that, but I was still baffled by the hyperness.

It got really late, but we didn't care. I guess it was around 0430 when we started messing around. It started with slow, tender kissing. I had a habit of rubbing the back of his head as I kissed him, and this was no different. He pulled me closer to him, and then our bodies were firmly pressed against one another. I was so in love with him, this was all I could ever want. I really wasn't thinking very sexually, I had calmed down since earlier that night. I just thought about how good it felt to have him next to me.

He rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I couldn't help but smile; it was obvious that he liked this position a lot. He slid his hands up my shirt, around my back. He was really tentative about how much he touched me. I thought it was absolutely charming, and I wasn't used to it at all. He didn't want me to think that he was only after "that," and it was obvious that he really wasn't.

I continued to rub myself with his dick by sliding up and down. I stopped kissing him for a moment and asked, "What are you thinking?"

He paused, and then replied, "I was wondering what you would do if I started taking this off," he said, pulling on my T-shirt.

I laughed softly. "I'd probably help you."

We started kissing again, and a short time later he was pulling my shirt up. I sat up a top him and took off my shirt, my chest now fully exposed. There was plenty of light in the room, and I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscience. I bent down towards him in a half push up position and started kissing him, becoming comfortable with being topless. I knew that he was a breast man, and I just hoped that he was happy with what he saw.

"Jinger," he started a short time later. "What would you say if I told you I was ready?"

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew I was going to be his first, but I didn't think that it would be that soon.

"I would want you to be totally sure; I don't want you to regret anything," I replied, and started kissing him again. I somewhat ignored the comment, half wondering if he just wanted to see my reaction. I kissed him deeply, expressing my love with my lips. I wanted this happiness to last forever.

He broke from our kiss. "Jinger, I'm ready," he said simply.

"Are you sure?" I said, trying to not relay the nervous feeling I was now getting.

"Yes."

I couldn't help but to be nervous. I was worried about what he would think about everything. It would be the first time he'd see me naked, and I was worried that he would be disappointed. I was also worried that he would think that I wasn't tight enough. It wasn't that I had been with a lot of guys, but I got my fair share of sex with my ex and I had no idea what he expected.

I climbed off of him and stood up. I smiled at him and said, "You kind of have to take your clothes off for this to work."

He smiled and got off of the bed. He bent down towards me and we started kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him close. Man I loved kissing him!

He bent down and pulled off my shorts and underwear. That was it, I was fully exposed. We took off his shirt and then he took off his shorts and boxers. I tried not to stare, even though I wanted a good look at him. I knew he was nervous, and I didn't want him to feel like he was under a microscope.

We kissed again, and I could feel his rock on my stomach. I couldn't help but be turned on by it, to think I would finally feel it inside me in a moment. I looked at him and smiled, gestured to the bed, and said, "Lay down."

"Just so you know, I don't really come during sex, so I don't want you to worry about me, okay?" It was true, I had come like once during sex, and that was because I was playing with my clit. It wasn't that I never wanted to come, but this was his night. "And do what feels natural. Usually natural is what feels best."

He wanted me to be on top, so that the pressure wasn't on him. I was soaked, I had been thinking about this for quite some time so I knew he would slide in easily. I leaned over my bedside and got a condom out. I opened the wrapper, figured which way it opened, and moved on top of him.

I put the condom on slowly, loving the feeling of his hard cock in my hands. I was impressed by his size and girth. "Mmmm..." I thought just before I got atop him.

I moved forward and directed him into me. When I felt him right there, I let go and moved down slowly. I was just amazed, he felt *so* good inside me. I felt myself stretching a little, but not painfully. I continued up and down slowly, savoring him inside me. I leaned forward and started kissing him, started really making love.

That's what it felt like. Love. It was so perfectly intimate and tender. Every touch was as soft as a rose petal. Each kiss sweeter than candy. I was in awe; I had never experienced it like this before.

His hands traveled to my hips, and he sped me up a little. It was a good sign to me, because to me it said that he was comfortable. I continued to slide him in and out f me, loving every second. I kissed him tenderly and I felt like butterflies inside.

"Let me try being on top," he half whispered.

"Okay," I agreed. Hey, this was his night. I didn't really matter; I just wanted it to be perfect for him. I got off of him and lay down on the bed. He moved atop me and his cock slid perfectly back inside me. "Mmmm..." I moaned, not caring. He felt so damned good!

He started a slow pace, just going with it. He was kissing me earnestly, and I loved every second of this. He seemed to be in great control of himself, too. That was comforting, because I was worried he would be scared stiff, so to speak.

He started moving against me faster, and I responded by pressing my hand against the wall to push back, so that he could get deeper. It made my arm burn, but I didn't care. I moaned to him, and he moaned back, both of us really enjoying each other.

He was just full of surprises, too. I wasn't sure what to expect from a virgin, but he definitely held his own. He was lasting longer than I expected, which was awesome. He certainly had a lot of self-control.

He sped up a little more, and I could tell by his movements that he was probably getting closer. We were still kissing, and my left hand was on him as my right was pressing against the wall. The bed was squeaking like hell, but that didn't bother me at all. It was like a reminder of the awesomeness that was happening.

"I'm coming," he said softly, speeding up a little more. Then he slowed down dramatically, and slowly slid in and out of me still. I was really worked up, and I believed that had we kept going I would have got mine. Oh well, next time, I thought.

We kissed for a while afterwards. I felt amazing, just wonderful. "How do you feel?" I inquired.

"Incredible."

We kissed some more, and then he pulled out and threw away the evidence. We dressed, and I went to the bathroom. I came back and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a kiss. I kissed him again, and he kissed me back. It was all so perfect, I thought to myself.

"I love you, babyboy."

"I love you too, babygirl."

I took my blanket and then went to sleep in my sister's room, happier than I had ever been in all of my life.