Colleen and Nathan's First Time

"Yes, I do, and the sooner the better."

Colleen did some of the deep breathing exercises that she learned in yoga class until she had calmed down, and then washed the tear stains off her face. Summoning up all the courage she could muster, she went downstairs and out into the yard. She pushed open the gate that separated the Quinn and Baker properties and stood for a moment in front of the converted garage that was Nathan's room.

They had never knocked on doors before, but this time she did before pushing the door open and entering the room. The entire garage was a giant music studio. An ebony concert grand piano took up one whole corner and the rest of the room contained a wall full of guitars and other stringed instruments, a stand with four saxophones, several clarinets, and an elaborate drum kit. Trumpets and assorted brass instruments lay on several shelves. Nathan could play them all. There were microphones and a sophisticated recording studio. Nathan's bedroom was in a loft over the studio.

This was where the kiss happened. They were recording a duet, Together Again from a Kenny Rogers and Dotty West album. Their faces were an inch apart as they sang into the mike. As soon as the last notes were finished, Nathan kissed her on the lips. Startled, she returned the kiss, then gasped and fled from the room. She hadn't seen or talked to him since.

Nathan didn't hear her come in. He was playing a plaintive blues number on the piano that she couldn't identify. His head was bent down until it almost touched the keyboard. When he had finished the song he looked up and jumped when he saw her standing there. He leapt to his feet and walked over to her.

"Colleen, I'm so sorry that happened. I don't know what got into me, but I promise it will never happen again."

"Sit down, Nathan. We need to talk." Wringing his hands, he sat on the couch, leaving at least three feet of space between them. She took a deep breath and began. "First of all," she said, "I want you to kiss me. And I want to kiss you, but I'm so afraid it would jeopardize our friendship and I couldn't bear it if that happened."

"That could never happen, Colleen. I care for you too much." As he spoke, the tears welled up in his eyes. "What do you mean when you say you care for me?" she asked. "Well," he took a deep breath. "I guess it means I love you". He looked stunned as the words came out of his mouth.

"You love me, or you're in love with me?" Colleen asked quietly. Nathan took another deep breath, then answered. "I guess it means both".

"Oh God, Nathan," she spoke as the tears ran down her cheeks, "I've been in love with you since the seventh grade." She took his hands in hers and they cried together. He pulled her close to him and kissed her on the forehead, then lowered his mouth and gently kissed her lips. She returned the kiss then pulled away . "I want to do this with you, Nathan, but I'm not quite ready yet." "Take all the time you need, Colleen. Just let me know when you are."

"Friends forever?" she asked.

"Forever," he replied.

"Just hold me for a minute." He wrapped his arms around her, then guiltily felt a tingle in his loins as her breasts pressed against his chest.

She broke the clinch and stood. "Come over in a few minutes, I've got a new DVD."

"I'll be there," he said. He continued to sit because he didn't want her to see the bulge in his pants.

They picked up their friendship where it had left off, but remained chaste. No kissing except for a simple peck on the cheek when they left each other. They did begin to hold hands, however, walking to school and back.

One evening, as they were sprawled out on her bed watching a DVD, Colleen reached over and stroked his face. "Kiss me, Nathan, I'm ready now."

He rolled toward her and his mouth took hers. Soft. Warm. Deep. His lips didn't brush or nibble, but simply absorbed. A little sound, stunned pleasure, hummed in her throat. Her lips parted in welcome.

He slipped his tongue gently into her mouth and sought hers. Tentatively, she met his tongue with hers. He gave her soft, gentle butterfly flicks and felt her begin to reciprocate. Her breath quickened as she really began to get into it.

The kiss sent her head on a dizzy spin. Then the dizziness was joined by a shimmering wave of heat that seemed to start in her toes and rise until it melted every bone. She gazed through her lashes and saw that his eyes were open, focused intently on hers. The heat wave went straight to Nathan's groin. His cock swelled into the hardest erection he had ever experienced. He thought for a moment that it would explode, not with ejaculate, but by the pressure of the blood flowing into his organ.

When they broke apart, Colleen gasped, "Wow! Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"My sister Susie sh...uh, told me what to do. Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"Rob, uh, told me what to do." They had always told each other everything, but Colleen had one deep secret that she would never reveal to him. A family secret. She began to wonder if Nathan had one, too. She wanted to do more with him, much more, but was determined to take it one step at a time. They started to act like a couple, holding hands or putting their arms around each other when they walked down the halls in school. They passed Sherry and Dan, and she stopped to chat. Dan had replaced Brad as her new main squeeze.

He was the star running back on the football team. Brad had bragged of his conquest to his teammates and there was a line of guys waiting to get in her pants. When they parted, Dan sniffed, "well, even geeks need love too."

A night at the drive-in replaced ice skating. They seldom even saw the movie, being busy in a heavy make-out session in the back seat.

Colleen started locking her bedroom door. As they were making out on her bed, she took Nathan's hand and placed it on her breast. His hand explored the contours through her sweatshirt. He was surprised when he felt the size of them.

His touch thrilled her to the core. She wanted his hands on her bare skin, but again she held off. "Welcome to first base," she smiled at him.

It didn't take long to reach second. Then third. The next time they were making out, Nathan reached for her breast. "Wait a minute," she said, then sat up and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. She wore a lavender lace demi-bra that barely covered her nipples. It was a "Dream Angel" that she bought at Victoria's Secret.

"Unhook it, please." Nathan's fingers trembled as he fumbled with the center clasp, then removed it and let her breasts hang free.

"God, Colleen, they're beautiful." They were round and firm, mounted high on her chest with just the hint of an uplift. She had pale, puffy areolas, her nipples were flush with them. For a moment, Nathan just stared. They matched any centerfold he had ever seen.

He cupped his hands under both breasts and lifted them gently to feel their weight. They were soft, yet firm. He gently caressed them, tracing all their contours. When he got to her nipples, he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger and watched in fascination as they swelled and stood upright.

He bent down and began kissing them all over, from bottom to top and in the valley in between. She lay down on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair, as he began tracing circles around her nipples with his tongue. He drew a nipple into his mouth and began to suck.

Colleen writhed on the bed as the sensation raced down her belly, then lower, like there was a hotwire between her nipple and her clit. She dug her nails into his back and cried out as she was she was wracked with an orgasm.

She lay back, panting, as Nathan stroked her body, moving from her breasts to her belly. She lifted the waistband of her sweat pants and drew his hand his hand down lower. He slipped his hand under her lacy panties and caressed her mons, covered with silky soft pubic hair.

He massaged her swollen outer lips, then spread them apart and dipped his middle finger into her hot wet vagina. He moved his finger in and out simulating intercourse. Her cunt felt like liquid velvet.

Colleen expected him to fumble around and limit his activity to finger-fucking. He totally surprised her when he drew her juices upward and lubricated her clitoris. He moved his finger up and down the shaft, then began tracing gentle circles around its head.

He bent to kiss her and she grabbed his lower lip with her teeth and held on. Her hips began to undulate. She came and came hard, flooding his hand with her juices as the orgasm enveloped her entire body.

His finger reached again for her clit and she pulled his hand away. "It's too sensitive right now," she panted. She sat up and rolled him over on his back. "It's my turn." She unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down.

She tugged at the waistband of his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, low enough to let his cock spring free. "Wow, Nathan, that's really big." She read that the average erect penis measured 5 ½ to 6 inches, and estimated his to be at least 7 ½ inches long. When she wrapped her hand around it, there was at least an inch of space between her thumb and forefinger.

She studied it carefully, tracing all around the head with her fingers. When she touched the extra sensitive spot just below it, his cock bobbed, slapping his belly. "Wow, the top of it looks just like Darth Vader's helmet," she giggled.

She wrapped her had around the shaft. It was hard, yet soft to the touch. The skin was loose and moved with her hand as she began to stroke him up and down. His eyes glazed over and his mind went blank as he totally gave in to the sensation. She pumped him, faster and faster. She watched as his scrotum contracted, drawing his balls together in what looked like a huge walnut shell. His cock pulsated under her hand as he approached his climax. "Oh God," he shouted, as a stream of his semen shot straight up into the air and landed on her right breast.

As Nathan lay collapsed on the bed, totally satiated, she scooped the fluid off of her and let in pool in her hand. She stirred it around with her finger, lifting it up and watching it snap back into her hand. "It looks like rubber cement," she giggled, then grabbed a tissue to clean herself off.

The next time she gave him a hand job, Colleen covered his cock with Astro-glide that she had "borrowed" from Kathleen's bedside table. She began twisting her hand around the well lubricated head, as he moaned with pleasure. She laced her fingers together and pumped him, her hands simulating a vagina. He began thrusting his hips up and down. She held still and let him fuck her hands until he came.

They continued to pleasure each other this way, until one night, Colleen held the base of his cock, then bent down and began licking it all over. She took him in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around and around the head.

She began to bob her head up and down, letting him out of her mouth with a popping sound, then diving back down and taking him in again. She gripped his cock firmly with lips and tongue, then continued moving up and down, as she stroked his shaft in rhythm with her mouth.

"I'm about to come, Colleen," he moaned. "I'm coming now." He expected her to pull her head away, but she didn't, and took his full load in her mouth.

She swallowed it all. "That didn't taste so bad, maybe a little salty." She smiled at him and asked, "Would you like to reciprocate?"

"Reciprocate?"

"Yeah, as in eat my pussy, in the locker room vernacular." He spoke not a word as he pulled her pants down and admired the lavender lace thong she wore underneath. Pulling that down, he stared at her pubis that was as bald as it was when she was three and they bathed together.

"I shaved it. I hear guys really like that."

"Oh. yeah," he grinned. He kissed her hard on the lips, then down her throat, over her breasts, across her tummy, until he reached the place between her legs.

She pulled her knees up and spread the wide apart, giving him full access to all her treasures.

He kissed her inner thighs, kissed and licked the creases between her outer lips and her legs, then moved his mouth toward her center. He could see the engorged minora poking out through her slit. He ran his tongue between her lips, then took his fingers and spread them apart, exposing her swollen clit and the inner lips that were perfectly smooth, like pink rose petals.

His tongue and lips moved slowly over all of her. His tongue began to trace lazy circles around her clit, until she shouted out his name and her body contorted in the throes of orgasm. He stopped for awhile until she subsided, then took his finger and slid her hood back, letting the little pearl poke its head out. A large wet spot spread across the sheet.

Nathan took her entire clit into his mouth and sucked on it, flicking his tongue rapidly over its head until she came yet again. Still not finished, he let her out of his mouth, pursed his lips and blew across it. The vibrations between his lips sounded like a small raspberry. She bucked her hips, clutched the sheets and screamed. Then she fell limply back on the bed. An exhausted smile crossed her face.

They lay naked together, holding each other tight. "I really want to make love with you, Nathan, but I want it to be special." "Special how?"

"Special time, special place. When I have it figured out, I'll let you know. Stay here with me tonite." She pulled the covers over them and they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. They had been doing sleep-overs since they were three, and neither set of parents had thought anything about it. Until now.

Betty had a clue as to what might be happening when she noticed there were no longer any stains on his sheets. So did Mary. There were pecker tracks and wet spot residue all over Colleen's linens.

When they woke in the morning, Colleen looked at Nathan with a sly grin on her face. "I've decided on the special time and place. In a room at the Plaza hotel after the prom. Nathan, I want you to take me to the prom."

He looked aghast. "The prom? The prom? You've got to be kidding me, Colleen. The prom is the epitome of everything we've always hated about high school."

"Yeah, I know. That'll make it all the more fun." As they were both still naked, she reached down between his legs and took him in her hand. "Please, Nathan? Pretty please?" She read somewhere that you could lead a man anywhere if you had his cock in your hand. ********************* Colleen announced her plans at the dinner table. The whole family looked dumbfounded.

"Nathan's taking you where?" Kathleen gasped.

"To the prom. And we're going to book a room at the Plaza for after. All the kids do it."

"Good idea," Mark said, "stay safe that way, no drinking and driving. Come on, Rob, the game's about to start." The two men headed for the den and the big screen TV. Both of them were rabid White Sox fans and the team looked good this year. That left the Quinn women still around the table.

"Are you and Nathan having sex?" Mary inquired. "Define sex."

"Fucking," Kathleen interjected.

"No, not yet, but we're going to. That's what the hotel room is for. So far we've just done some touching, some exploring." Kathleen nodded knowingly. She knew Colleen's deep dark family secret. She had been part of it.

"Well, I hope you'll be careful. Make sure one of you has some condoms." "We don't need condoms, Mom, I'm on the pill." God, they grow up fast, Mary thought.

"I'll help you get ready," Kathleen volunteered, and the two of them went upstairs to Colleen's room. "First, your going to need a dress."

"Got one." She dug into her closet and came out with her dress, a strapless A-line, extremely low cut. It was royal blue satin with a flared skirt and a hemline that fell above her knees. She dug in her dresser and pulled out a strapless push-up bra in black lace. "Jesus, Colleen, that's almost indecent."

"Yeah, I know," she replied with a huge grin.

"Shoes?"

"Got those too." A pair of four inch stilettos dyed to match her dress.

"Can you walk in those?"

"Yup. Twelve years of skating gives me super strong ankles, and I can balance on anything."

"Well, you'll need an appointment with a hairdresser the day of the prom."

"Nope, I'm going to wear my hair down." Nobody in the family, or Nathan either, had seen her hair down since the seventh grade.

"Make-up?"

"You can help me with that. I have no idea what to do."

The big night finally arrived. Kathleen brought her make-up kit up to her sister's room. Colleen emerged from her bathroom wearing just her underwear. Along with the bra, she wore a black lace thong. A lace garter belt held up a pair of sheer hose that enhanced her shapely dancer's legs.

"Wow! Nathan's going to have fun undressing you." "I sure hope so."

Kathleen sat her down and began applying the make-up, a hint of blush on her cheeks, some pale pink lip gloss. She applied some mascara to her pale blonde lashes, then took out a fine tipped brush and added just a hint of blue eyeliner. She ditched her glasses, opting instead for a pair of contacts. Her deep blue eyes sparkled.

She pulled the pins out of her hair and let it cascade down. Pale blonde and shining, it hung down past her waist. The ends were trimmed off evenly, and it smelled like fresh strawberries, like the shampoo and rinse she had used on it.

She reached for a brush, and Kathleen took it out of her hands. "Let me do that. God, it feels like fine silk." She gave it 100 strokes. "You need a picture of this for your scrapbook," she said and reached for her digital camera. Colleen obliged, striking a series of provocative poses with a shit-eating grin across her face.

She slithered into her dress, then turned around to have Kathleen zip it up for her. Her breasts were lifted high, the half moon swells appearing well above her bodice.

She twirled around in front of her mirror to see how high the skirt would rise up. High enough to show the flesh above her stockings and just a hint of the lace garter belt. Perfect, she thought to herself.

"Ready for your grand entrance?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." The two of them headed down the stairs. Nathan, resigned to his fate, waited downstairs for her. He actually looked handsome, dressed in a powder blue tuxedo, with a royal blue cummerbund and bow tie that, by accident, matched Colleen's dress. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, tied together with a velvet ribbon.

Mark and Mary and Rob, Bob and Betty and Susan, all gathered in the living room, armed with cameras to capture the couple for posterity. When she entered the room, all seven jaws dropped at once. "Holy shit!" Rob exclaimed. The sentiment, if not the words, was shared by everyone. Mark couldn't take his eyes off her décolletage, then averted them as he realized it was his daughter he had been ogling.

"You're beautiful, Colleen," Nathan stammered, offering the orchid corsage he had bought for her. He was glad that it was a wrist corsage, as he would have been embarrassed to pin it on her bodice in front of an audience.

Strobe lights flashed at them. "How about a shot of you two kissing?" Betty asked. Nathan's face flushed, then he leaned in to give her a rather chaste peck on the lips. He savored the unfamiliar flavor of her lipstick.

As they entered the ballroom at the Plaza Hotel, Mr. Shick, the assistant principal met them just inside the doorway. He was the faculty chaperone, in charge of checking the boys out for flasks in their pockets, and the girls for indecent exposure. All the kids had to sign the guestbook on the table in front of him.

"Hi, Nathan, you're looking mighty sharp tonight. Who's your lovely girlfriend?" As she bent down to sign the guest book, Mr. Shick couldn't keep his eyes from staring down the front of her dress. He flipped the book around and looked at her signature, then did a double-take. "Colleen! I didn't recognize you. You look absolutely beautiful tonight." She looked at him and noticed that he was speaking directly to her breasts.