First Time Tales

Robin: "And nothing was said?"

Carol: "After a bit, he said he was really glad I'd found his note and that I had come. I asked him if he'd given a note to all the other girls and he says, oh, I'll never forget it Robin, he says 'I only saw one girl at the table, she had dark brown hair and green eyes and she was looking at me every time I looked her way'. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and drove my lips into his. My rear end sort of slid down so I could feel his erection against my pussy and he must have realized just what was what, because he lifted up the back of my dress and felt my bare ass. I was so worked up I didn't even realize that he'd pulled down his sweat pants until I felt the head of his penis in my labia and his hips were rocking."

Robin: "So your first fuck was standing up?"

Carol: "Not exactly. Then he told me that something so special had to be just right so without putting me down, he takes off my dress and bra and walks me to the bedroom. Keep in mind all the time his penis is still in me or against me. We just flopped on the bed and he went right on in - all the way, just like that, the first time. I was so wet and worked up, I never even noticed whether he hit my cervix or not. My whole crotch was tingling. We fucked like mad, in fact it was so wild the woman in the apartment below hammered on her ceiling. I came right after I felt him squirt into me and then I blacked out. When I came to, he was still lying on me and I could feel his soft penis still inside me. We whispered all sorts of stuff to each other and kissed, no not really kissed more like fucked each others mouths with our tongues.

Robin: "And all this time he's still inside of you?"

Carol: "Oh yes, just like when he fucked you, remember? I could sense this warm soft thing in me and then, yeah, then he got hard again and we really went at it. We more or less came together, not that it mattered because our orgasms went on so long they would have overlapped anyway. I didn't black out that second time but it was very intense. Afterwards we both slipped off to sleep. When I woke sometime in the night, we were lying on our sides facing each other and under the blanket. He must have covered us before going to sleep."

Robin: "I'm starting to get the picture. You two fucked a couple times before you ever saw his big thing, right?"

Carol: "You got that right. Anyway we're both covered, I'm awake and Bryan is still asleep and I'm curious. So I lift the blanket and take a look. Wow! He's lying on his side and it's hanging down and laying partly on the mattress."

Robin: "So then you were shocked that it even went in?"

Carol: "At first, yeah. But then it hit me, 'If something that big can ravish my cunt without hurting, it must belong to Mr. Right.'."

Robin: "So in a way his size did make a difference?"

Carol: "In a reverse logic sort of way, yeah. Bryan moved in with me two days later and we got married the week after that."

Robin: "So when he woke up, did you fuck again?"

Carol: "Not right away. Like I said, he was still asleep and I couldn't resist touching. I had it in the palm of my hand and was fondling it when he woke up. He fondled me and then it was like we couldn't do enough for each other. I went down and licked his penis, first the head really intensely before working my way down the shaft. Then I took him in my mouth, just really gentle like, first sucking that massive head and then I just had to fuck him with my mouth. But Bryan just didn't lay back and enjoy it like I think I wanted him to. Oh no, he dove into my muff and we ended up having our third mutual orgasm in the 69. Then we really went to sleep. The next morning, that was a Monday, we were both really beat so we both called in sick. Bryan was still working for Marin County. I could go on and on about what went on that day, but it was mostly variations of the night before and I wouldn't want bore you with that."

Robin: "Carol, that's the sweetest, most romantic story I've ever heard."

Carol sat up and noted that Robin, still lying flat, had spread her knees and was looking at her in expectant sort of way. The shiny red triangle that was Robin's crotch seemed to say 'please come to me'.

Carol: "Robin?"

Robin: "Yes, I'd like that."

Carol bent over and kissed the red furry mound and from the side, dabbled in the slit with her tongue. Robin spread her legs further and with moans and hip rocking indicated she was pleased but wanted more. Carol moved over so she was between Robin's legs, her face in Robin's vulva. She massaged the clitoris, first with her tongue and then with her finger as she moved lower to lick Robin's labia. Flicking her tongue between the labia and rapidly massaging the clitoris, she was aware that although Robin was moaning and panting with pleasure. Then she became aware that Robin wasn't going over the top so she decided to change pace. Again she licked Robin's clitoris but this time she worked three fingers into Robin's vagina. A rapid circling motion of the clustered three fingers applying pressure to the walls of the vagina brought a muffled scream from Robin and Carol felt a warm fluid discharge against her hand.

Afterwards the two women embraced and lay still, letting their breathing and heart rates return to normal.

Carol: "Next time you have to tell me about your first time with Ted. But right now, I could use a bite to eat."

Robin: "Right you are. Telling stories like that to each other, we should both be naked and in bed or in the tub. I'm starved too."

Over lunch, the two women agreed to hike on Monday of the next week from Bryan and Carol's house in Novato.

On Thursday, Carol called Robin to postpone the hike.

Carol: "Robin, how about Wednesday instead of Monday? On Wednesday, Bryan has an appointment with a client in Tiburon and he's blocked out the whole morning. For something like that, they'll have lunch together so he won't be home until 2 or even 3PM."

Robin, in a neutral voice: "Okay I'm good with that. Shall I bring something for lunch?"

Carol: "No silly, just bring yourself and of course Melanie."

For Robin, whose husband had an incapacitated penis, the week went by slowly. Finally, the Wednesday rolled around and she drove to Novato, with all the nervous anticipation as Carol had had the week before. Arriving, she found Carol already in shorts and sweat shirt and walking shoes. After embracing and exchanging kisses they packed Melanie in the Weego and walked to the end of the street where the trail system began.

After taking several hours to walk the loop trail, they were nearly back to the beginning. Coming to a grassy knoll with a few scattered oaks, the two women decided to sit down and enjoy the solitude. Carol opened with: "Robin, remember what you promised to tell me about last week?"

Robin: "You mean the first time Ted and I did it?"

Carol: "Of course, my imagination's been running wild all week. I mean did it just happen or did you both agree before hand that tonight was the night? Did you undress him? All those juicy little details."

Robin: "I think I told you, Ted and I met on a Sierra Singles hike in Point Reyes. He asked me out and we started going out together. He'd ask me out to movies, concerts, plays, that sort of thing. The first few dates he'd say good night at my door and we'd exchange easy going kisses. As we got more comfortable with each other, the kisses and embraces got more and more fervent, but even then we still didn't sleep together."

Carol: "So you two took your time getting to the big event? Boy Ted must really have self-discipline! How long did this platonic relationship go on anyway?"

Robin: "I think it was more that Ted was very considerate and sensed that I wasn't ready. You know about the Anwar thing. Anyway Ted didn't push things and I certainly didn't either. Anyway we stayed platonic for months."

Carol: "Wow, what discipline! How'd you ever do that?"

Before answering Carol, Robin reflected back to the events leading up to meeting Ted.

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

Robin earned her degree in education at UC Davis. In her final year, she met her Prince Charming at a graduate student dance. Anwar, a handsome Saudi in his early 20's and working towards an MBA, had good manners and was an engaging conversationalist. Without bragging, he managed to let Robin know that his family was rich and influential. Best of all he took seriously everything Robin said. When she brought up the treatment of women in Saudi Arabia, he sympathized with her and carefully explained the difficulties in achieving change and how he hoped someday to make a difference. He even hinted that the social and political situation might keep him from returning.

Robin fell in love and before many weeks went by, she realized what needed to happen between them. Twenty one years old, she was still a virgin. It wasn't that she was religious or prudish – oh no, Robin enjoyed erotic movies, yes even the occasional porn flick. And she masturbated regularly and intensely – so intensely that the discharge had to be dealt with. Whenever she hadn't gotten off in the shower or bath before going to bed, she would lay a towel in the bed to protect the bedding. Then why was she still a virgin? She had had lots of dates with attractive guys and she knew from their erections that it wouldn't have taken but a small move on her part and it would have been 'goodbye virginity'. No matter how hard she tried to escape the truth, she knew deep down that it was her small breasts that kept her from finally fucking. Said simply, Robin was extremely self-conscious about her small breasts.

Showering after high school gym had always been a nightmare. Would the other girls whisper about her small breasts? She had taken to wearing padded bras but even that was a minefield – were the other girls whispering about her lack of real tits?

It must have been being in love with Anwar that finally made her face up to the problem. One night alone with him sitting side by side on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, she turned to him and openly asked "Anwar, do you like my body?"

This took even the brazen and cool Prince Charming by surprise but he quickly recovered and came back with an answer that Robin hadn't expected: "Actually, I haven't yet seen it."

Robin couldn't turn back now and somewhat emboldened replied "Would you like to see it?"

Anwar, ever the gallant charmer came back with: "Only if you want me to see it my dear."

After removing her blouse and bra, she turned to him with a hopeful and expectant look on her face. (Now would be the moment of truth!) He looked at her breasts, a soft and at the same time intent expression on his handsome face. She had to know so she came out and asked: "Oh Anwar, I'm sorry my breasts are so small. Are you terribly disappointed?"

The truth came. He took her hands in his and buried his face against her chests, kissing both breasts alternately, then mouth over a nipple, teasing with his tongue, again moving from left to right and back again. Massaging the nipples with his lips brought on the sensations that she got when she masturbated and she felt the moistness between her legs. He felt her body tremble with sexual tension. Moving back to her lips, they kissed wildly, tongues intermingling, bodies twisting and twining. Still kissing, he massaged her nipples with his fingers and she got even wetter. When would he place a hand between her legs?

Instead of the expected grope, he said very sweetly: "My dear Robin I haven't yet seen the rest of your beautiful body."

Now she knew this would be the big event. In one quick motion her slacks and panties were on the floor and she lay back with her head on the couch armrest and opened her legs ever so slightly, invitingly but not obscenely. Anwar, overcome with the erotic beauty facing him, bent over and nonchalantly kissed the nearly perfect triangle of shiny red pubic hair. Backing off he cooed: "You're beautiful my dear! Robin, I want you so much!"

"Then take me Anwar!" And she opened her legs wider.

He stood and off went his jeans and briefs to reveal a very erect penis standing out from a forest of neatly trimmed curly black hair. Then his body was between her legs and she felt what had to be the head of his penis between her very moist labia. Panting and encouraged by her moist condition, he quickly attempted entry to her vagina but was hindered by her hymen.

Surprised by her virginity, he whispered "Oh my love, you have saved this for me!"

Barely able to breath, she panted "Anwar, please enter me all the way. I want you and only you!"

With great force, he pushed into her vagina and her virginity was gone. The tearing pain quickly subsided and was replaced by intense pleasure as he fucked her, slowly at first and then ever more rapidly. Her back arched, she thrust her hips against his, her fingernails dug into his back and she let go with a sharp cry.

After graduating from Davis, Robin took her first job in the Novato School District as a primary school teacher trainee. It was there that Carol, a substitute teacher had befriended her and became her mentor. The one bedroom apartment that she had rented in Novato became her and Anwar's weekend love nest. They would talk for hours about the need for social change in Saudi Arabia. Anwar regularly expressed his frustration over the slow rate of change, or rather no change, and on many occasions he blamed King Abdullah, whom he said was a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker. Robin admired Anwar for his ability to see his homeland and its leaders as they really were. As he neared the end of his MBA program, he spent more and more time with her and she assumed a marriage proposal was right around the corner.

During his weekend visits, Anwar telephoned home regularly, and although she could not understand a word being said, something about his gestures and tone made her curious about the content of the conversations. Some calls sounded like an argument was taking place. On other occasions, the impression was left of a sweet and conciliatory exchange. Then there would be what sounded like bragging and jocular laughter as if he were talking with an old soccer pal.

One weekend she had visited her parents in Gilroy and got together with some of the girls from her high school class. Not being able to resist talking about her Prince Charming, she told one of the girls, a close friend, the whole story, including Anwar's phone calls. The girl told her she ought to record some of the conversations and let a friendly Arab enlighten her as to what was going on – surely she must know an Arabic speaker from her days in Davis. Robin thought that to be a good idea but argued that she wouldn't know where to get recording equipment, much less know how to install and run it. The girl friend mentioned a guy from their high school class, a geek now working in the Silicon Valley. It took some convincing, but she finally agreed to contact the geek, who in the end, installed a remote controlled room recorder in her apartment so that she would be able to record Anwar's conversations, or at least his half of them.

The very next weekend Anwar arrived on Friday afternoon and already that night, he made the first phone call. Over the weekend, there were several more and so it went for several weekends. Usually, she would activate the recorder when he dialed, but more often she activated it ahead of time and sometimes forgot to deactivate it afterwards. The result was that she had hours and hours and hours of recordings on her laptop – recordings that included conversations between her and Anwar. When she had enough phone calls recorded, she went to visit Leila, a Lebanese girl friend from UC Davis days. From Leila, Robin got her enlightenment – or rather her devastation.

It turned out that some of the arguments turned out to be with his parents over the question of Anwar taking as a third wife, this uncircumcised red haired California girl. Robin almost fainted when she heard that he had promised his parents that once they arrived in Dhahran, he would have a doctor remove her clitoris so that she would be clean for the wedding. A little less shocking but still deeply disturbing was to find out that immediately before the wedding, she would have to completely disrobe for a bunch of female relatives who would use their bare hands and tweezers to extract every hair from her body – armpits, arms, pubic area, legs – but, small comfort, not from her head. He had talked to a doctor friend about the need to establish her virginity before they could marry. Could a doctor rebuild her hymen? The bragging and laughter turned out to be in a conversation with his brother and it was just plain humiliating. Anwar had told the brother how she had sucked his cock and let him ejaculate in his mouth – even swallowing. After he had described her beautiful red pubic hair to his brother, they had both agreed how much fun it would be to hear her scream when the female cousins pulled it out by the handful. Before Leila was through translating all the recordings, Robin had gone to the bathroom and vomited.

When she came back, Leila said "There's more Robin. Or should we wait till tomorrow?"

"No, let's get it over with. It can't get any worse, can it?

"Yes it can Robin. Has Anwar asked you to visit Saudi Arabia with him?"

"No, but I always expected him to sometime or other."

"Well, that's when you need to be scared of and that's the one thing you better not do."

Then Leila told him about the conversations in which they planned how once she were in the Kingdom, they would keep her from ever leaving again. Robin was so ill that she couldn't drive back to Novato and had to call in sick the next day.

Once back home, she made up her mind to break off the relationship and had the lock changed on her apartment. The following weekend Anwar came down to Novato as usual. Robin met him in the parking lot and dropped the bomb on him. To her surprise, he had a well thought out defense system. Anwar got out his laptop and showed her several videos made in his Davis apartment. The first showed both of them naked together and then fucking wildly. In another, clearly showing her face, her head was bobbing up and down over his penis. This was followed by a close up of her face with semen dripping out over her lips. In another he was straddling her head as he face fucked her. In all of the videos, her moans and cries of pleasure were clearly audible. The bastard had prepared his apartment with a video recording system!

"And what are you going to do with these, you son of a bitch!" she had screamed.

"Well I could post them on YouPorn and see that certain people get the link – like maybe some folks in Gilroy, the Novato School Board. I don't know, we'll see."

Robin was about to ask him how he would like for the good righteous folks back in the desert kingdom to see him in YouPorn when she realized that his face had been blurred out.

Eyes full of tears, she slapped him, turned and went back inside leaving him standing in the parking lot. After a long cry, she phoned Leila and related the whole scene. Leila's response completely surprised her and relieved her at the same time.

"I'd rather have the whole damn state of California know I'd sucked off a Saudi cock than be a Saudi in a video calling King Abdullah a limp-dicked, ball-less cocksucker!"

Robin, remembering that she had sometimes forgotten to shut of the recorder after one of Anwar's phone calls, was relieved "Sometimes it's lucky to be forgetful." Then realization sunk in "On a video, not just a recording?"

Leila: "Yeah, a video. That's what was on the USB stick you brought me. Oh don't worry, I won't publish any of you and Anwar's torrid couch scenes."