Losing Her Virginity

"The thing is, you can't separate them. The cruel and dangerous hide in the shadows of even the most brightly lit places."

"Still, it has to be better than this little shit-hole place."

"This little shit-hole place is my refuge, Sarah. It's why I built my business in Lincoln County. The people here aren't fake, they're honest and hard-working like your parents. They're good people. There are a lot of people who use other people, they're dishonest and lazy. Out there can be a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't live there."

"I at least want to visit, to see what's beyond."

"I'm sure you will. You seem intelligent and ambitious, I'm confident you can go wherever you want. But here's my advice, don't ever let go of what you have here."

Sarah took my hand and leaned her head against my shoulder. She was quiet for a while, lost in her thoughts. I became lost in my thoughts as well. I thought about how I could help show Sarah the world out there.

We were both slightly startled when the whistle blew signaling the start of the game. Sarah started cheering for the team and I joined in. After a bit, some of the cheerleaders who were attending the game as spectators took seats around us. Suddenly there was a cheer block for the home team and the team loved it. After the game the players all surrounded us again, saying how having Sarah with them, and the spontaneous cheering, inspired them to give their best. They won the game by a wide margin. Before we left they were begging us and the cheerleaders to come to the away game on Saturday, it was going to be a tough game and they wanted the support. We all agreed to try.

Sarah and I went to the Frosty for some ice cream and drove back to her house. We went to the porch to eat and she stuck her head in the door to let her parents know we were back and then she joined me on the steps, leaving her crutches leaning against the wall near the door.

"Do you think that they'll be watching us?" I asked.

"No, they were watching TV. They can't hear us if we speak softly."

We sat quietly for a while, enjoying the ice cream and the company.

"Colt, I wasn't totally honest about my virginity."

"Oh?"

"I mean, I've never been with anyone that way, but I do have a dildo that I enjoy... on occasion."

I chuckled softly. "So you know that it's like but yet you don't. That's okay. Hopefully, it means that your first time with a real man won't be painful."

"My first time with you," she said with a smile as she laid her head against my shoulder, "When are we going to do this?"

I was quiet for a moment too long. Her body stiffened and she sat upright, turning to look at me.

"Colt?"

"I don't know, Sarah. Having met your family I'm having difficulty with my decision."

"You bastard!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper, "What happened to the man who told me he'd do anything to be my first?"

"You don't understand, Sarah. Your family was just like mine when I was growing up. I can't mess that up for you."

"How is taking my virginity going to mess up my family? It's not like I'm going to run through this door and announce it. I'm not expecting this to be more than a one-time fling. Besides, I'm AM going to lose my virginity this year, whether it's to you or not, and a high school boy is not going to worry about how it affects my family!"

She stood and headed for the door.

"Sarah, wait!" I leaped up and grabbed her by the wrist. "I'm sorry, but you need to understand that what you have inside this house is precious. I couldn't live with myself if I upset anything with your family."

"You don't seem to understand, Colt. If they find out they may be disappointed in me, but I'm their only child. They know I'll be graduating and leaving home. They know I'm eventually going to have sex. They want grandchildren. You see, they won't hold my youthful indiscretion against me. You, on the other hand, would be the one they would never forgive. So, I have nothing to lose. Do you care so much about these people you just met that you would give up sex with their virgin daughter to stay in their good graces?"

"I see your point. It's just that... well, I need to mentally come to grips with this situation. Please understand."

"Okay, but there's something you need to understand."

"What's that?"

She stepped close to me and reached her hand behind my head. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled me down to her.

"This," she whispered, her lips so close to mine that I could smell her chocolate ice cream.

Our lips met, tentatively brushing together. I could taste the trace of chocolate on them, and sense the cool remnants of her icy treat. They were soft and welcoming. Then her tongue was in my mouth, probing, exploring, tantalizingly sweet and creamy. I sucked the confection from her tongue and then returned her advances. Our tongues danced erotically and my heart raced. She was my Hebe, Goddess of Youth, and her mouth bore ambrosia, the elixir of eternal life. Her body melted into mine and I wrapped her in my arms, she was soft and warm. She sensed my rising staff and pressed her hips against it. A moan escaped me and she greedily swallowed it. I momentarily thought of all the young cocks that had felt her lips on them, that had coated her tongue with their teenage seed. And then I thought of her lips on my cock, and what that would feel like. As if she could read my mind, she withdrew from me. She placed her forehead on mine and lay her nose alongside my own as she looked into my eyes.

"If I can kiss like that, Mr. Branson, imagine how amazing it would feel to have my lips around this", she said as she grasped me through my jeans. "Imagine spilling your seed over my tongue. Imagine kissing me and tasting the proof of your claim to me. Then..., mmmmmm, imagine being the first man to enter me, totally, without reservation. The first to explore my every crevice and fold, the first to explore my depths and make me a woman. Imagine being the first to feel me wrapped tightly around you, the first to feel my muscles spasm as I moan your name. Imagine being the first man to spill his seed inside me, and watch it drip from between my teenage lips, now all puffy from your assault."

"Oh fuck, Sarah," I panted as our lips brushed together, "Yes, I want you. I'll do anything to be your first."

"All you have to do is tie me to your bed and spank me. I'll even wear my uniform shorts for you. Imagine your hand meeting my flesh as I squeal and writhe. Imagine removing my shorts and seeing your handprint on my tender cheeks." She sucked in a breath between her teeth.

"Take me," she whispered as she gave me light kisses. "I'm waiting for you. I'll save myself for you a bit longer. Just don't hesitate for long, Mr. Branson, or I'll give myself to another. That, I think, would be a shame, because I'm aching to feel this inside me," she said as she slowly stroked her hand against my jeans.

With that, she gripped my cock tightly, gave it a couple of tugs, and drove her tongue into my mouth once more.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh," I groaned as my body twitched and my cock throbbed out a sticky load into my pants.

Sarah chuckled softly and whispered against my lips. "My, my, my. It seems someone has cum in his pants. All because he wants my virginity so badly. I'm going to go to my room and ride my silicone lover while I think about you. Pick me up Saturday for the game, and plan to take me to dinner afterward. I think that's the least you can do for me since I've given you a happy ending tonight."

She smiled sweetly, grabbed her crutches, and went inside. I stood on the porch momentarily, a stain forming on my jeans.

Sarah

I bid my mom and dad goodnight as I passed through on the way to my bedroom, and the silicone cock waiting for me there. I could feel wetness trailing down my leg and I shivered with excitement at what just happened.

Grabbing up a sock and my silicone lover, I entered my bathroom and locked the door. With him firmly attached to the wall I stuffed a washcloth into my mouth and wrapped my long athletic sock around my wrists. I placed my entrance against the tip and, with one thrust, impaled myself on him. I screamed into the cloth and spasmed as I rode him, immediately in the throes of my orgasm. I rode out my rapture on my silicone lover and once spent, I slowed my thrusts. I continued to slowly thrust on him, enjoying the fullness of him sliding within me, feeling his head caress my inner walls. I wondered if I would be able to feel Colt's head in this way. Eventually, I withdrew him and prepared for bed, giving him a good washing, and then tucking him away in my closet.

As I lay in bed my mind was racing. When had I become what my momma would call a "shameless hussy"? I had never before thrown myself at a man the way I had moments ago on our front porch, nor spoken so lewdly to anyone. And that kiss! That kiss was amazing. I didn't realize I had that level of passion in me. Lying in bed running my fingers over my breasts, I relived what happened on the porch in my mind. I recalled feeling him growing against me and then grasping him through his jeans. He was better endowed than any of the boys I had given blowjobs. My mind wandered to thoughts of him filling me, taking my virginity, and giving me so many firsts. As I lay there imagining him parting my lips with his velvet head, I began teasing my clit, circling it with two fingers. I softly moaned as I imagined him gently thrusting into me, giving me one orgasm after another. I slipped two fingers into my quivering hole and came along with him as he filled me with his heat. I laughed softly at how randy I had become, all because I was so close to getting my wish of losing my virginity. I finally fell asleep and dreamed of Colt.

The next day at lunch, Breanna was in full inquisition mode.

"So, hot date yesterday?" she asked.

"Going to a volleyball game is not my idea of a hot date," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Sure, but I hear you two were seen at the Frosty getting ice cream."

"Yes, he was nice enough to treat me."

"So did you get anything else creamy?"

"Bree! No! We sat on my porch and talked while we ate our treats."

"That's not all I hear happened," she said with a soft laugh.

"What! What did you hear?"

"Well, I heard that if someone had been driving by they might have seen something more than eating ice cream."

"Shit! You have to tell me who! They can't be spreading this!"

"So you did kiss him, didn't you?"

"Yes, but you have to tell me who saw us."

"No one."

"What? You said someone saw us, but now you say no one?"

"I made it up. I said IF someone had been driving by," she laughed, "I needed to get the truth and I figured the best way was to shock you with potential discovery."

"Dammit Bree, don't scare me like that!"

"So, how was he?" she said as she raised an eyebrow.

I paused, trying to decide how much to reveal, and decided to reveal all. After all, she is my best friend.

"He was reconsidering, so I threw myself at him. I don't know where Sarah the Slut came from but she attacked him with her lips and tongue. I kept telling him to imagine being with me and the things we could do. I felt him getting hard, pressing against my belly, so I pressed back and ground my hips into him."

"Shit, Sarah! You went for it!"

"I took his breath away, mine too. I had him so worked up that when I gave him a last kiss and squeezed his boner, he came. And honestly, I was ready to cum myself."

"What? Omigod, did you have his cock out? Did you jack him off?"

"I did not have it out, he came in his jeans."

"So you grabbed him through his jeans? Does he have a big cock? Tell me he has a big cock!"

"He is bigger than any of the boys I've sucked. Much bigger. Bigger than my dildo."

"So are you two going to do the deed?"

"I'm pretty sure that after Sarah the Slut threw herself at him he won't be able to think about anything else. Hell, I can't think of anything else. After I went inside I had to go slide on my dildo."

She got a big grin on her face and softly chanted, "Sarah's getting la-aid, Sarah's getting la-aid," over and over while I blushed. Fortunately, no one was sitting close enough to hear our conversation.

"Shush, it's not all good," I growled at her.

"What? I thought getting laid was a good thing. Burning the V-card, so to speak."

"That is good, but... I think I'm falling for him."

"Get the fuck out! Seriously? You just kissed him and you think that you're falling in love? C'mon, Sarah, you're just drunk on lust."

"We've spent hours together since my accident. In his truck on the way to the hospital, at the hospital, my parents had him over for dinner on Wednesday, and then the game followed by ice cream last night. Dinner was the first time that we didn't talk about sex. With Mom and Dad there we had our first actual conversation. He's kind, considerate, and funny. He listens to me and wants to know what I think about things. He was supportive of my ambitions. I feel so comfortable around him, Bree, he just has to be my first."

"Yeah, well, all that and a big cock. Does he feel any attraction other than sex? Maybe he's expecting a one-and-done."

"Stupid me told him that I wanted a one-time fling even though I already knew I was developing feelings. I don't know what to do now," I said, hanging my head.

"Have sex and then figure it out. Don't profess your love too early; you may run him off, and you don't want that. Besides, he might be a terrible fuck and you won't want to see him again."

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. We split up and headed to our next classes.

Colt

Shit! I have never cum in my pants before! This little minx had me worked up in a major way. I think what got to me was the shock of it all. I'd never had a hint that she could behave like that. Once I got home I stripped off my clothes and put them in the wash then took a shower. She was all I could think about. As I washed my cock I couldn't help but think about her sweet teen pussy sliding up and down my shaft. I jacked off there in the shower and loosed another load. Fuck!

I decided while standing in the shower watching my cum wash down the drain that I'm going to fuck her senseless. She wants to be bound and spanked, and I'll do it. I'll make her howl my name. I'll fuck her any way I want while she's tied up. My next decision was to drive a couple of towns over, near the interstate, to the adult store. Now to figure out when and where to take her virginity.

By the time I picked Sarah up on Saturday, my cock was nearly raw from all the masturbation. I spent all of Friday evening looking at the photos of her that Randy had provided me, slowly stroking my cock until I was ready to burst. Then I gave it a couple of quick, firm, tugs and came into some tissues. I did that twice on Friday, then again Saturday morning.

When I arrived at the Charles house I knocked on the door and Joetta answered.

"Good afternoon, Colt. Please come in."

"Thank you, Joetta. How are you today?"

Sarah came into the room with a huge smile on her face.

"Don't forget Mom, we're going out to eat after the game."

"Yes, dear. How could I forget? You've told me four times already today," Joetta said with an eye roll.

"I won't have her out too late. I thought we'd go to a sit-down place. Nothing fancy, but not fast food either. I will make sure she texts you when we leave the restaurant."

"I'm fine, Colt. Thank you for asking," she sighed "It's comforting to know that she's out with someone so responsible. Not at all like the teenage boys she brings around."

"Mom! It's not like I'm dating him! He's just being nice because of my injury," Sarah protested.

"Whatever you say, Sarah. Have fun," Joetta chuckled.

"Drive safe, Colt. You have some precious cargo," she said to me, patting my arm.

"Don't worry, I'll bring her home safe," I said as we walked out the door.

I'll bring her home safe -- tonight, I thought to myself, but soon I'm going to bring her home with a red ass and smelling of sex.

Once we were in the car and headed down the street, she placed two of her fingers against my lips.

"Taste this," she said with a grin.

I opened my mouth and she slipped them between my lips. I would know that taste anywhere, pussy. Fresh, clean pussy. I moaned as I closed my lips around her fingers and ran my tongue over them. She let me lick them for a bit and then placed her hand on her lap.

"Young lady, and I'm using that term loosely, I am going to fuck you senseless," I growled.

"Promises promises," she giggled. "If you want to taste more then you'll have to go straight to the source. I'm not going to feed you my nectar a little at a time. I assume you eat pussy, don't you?"

"I devour pussy, I guarantee that you'll cum on my tongue. Do you make a habit of putting your nectar-covered fingers in your date's mouth?"

"I do not. In fact, you are the first man to taste me. The teenage boys around here don't like to eat pussy."

"You are mine starting now. No one else can touch you, kiss you, taste you until I'm done with you. Your virginity is mine. Understand?"

"And when are you going to be done with me? I've already offered my virginity to you, I thought I made that obvious yesterday. When are you going to stop talking and start taking it? I do not belong to you and I'm not going to wait long."

I growled. She was not going to make this easy. I'd had an erection since I tasted her fingers and I wanted more.

"Next weekend."

"Next weekend? That sounds good. Dad has a convention out of town and Mom is going with him."

"You're spending the weekend tied to my bed you little cock tease. Do you think those crutches make it hard to walk? Just wait until I'm done with you."

"Mmmmm, that sounds divine," she purred.

"Tell me about being tied up. Rope, straps, cuffs?" I asked.

"Leather, the smell of it excites me."

"Okay. Do you prefer my hand for spanking?"

"Oohhhh, a hand is fine."

"Kinky. Gag?"

"Yes! A washcloth or bandana will work."

"Blindfold?"

"Hmm, maybe."

"Safe word?"

"Hereford."

"Like the cow?"

"Yes. I can't imagine using it in casual conversation."

I laughed at that. Somehow, we seamlessly transitioned into a casual conversation after all the sex talk. Our first topic was dinner and I learned that while she didn't like cows, she loved a good steak. We chatted about school and my business. I asked about her goal of becoming an ultrasound technician and she told me about helping women and pregnancy, discovering the sex of the baby, but also about diagnosing medical issues. She talked about having an aunt who developed a blood clot in her leg, and how the ultrasound tech discovered how extensive it was. That likely saved her aunt's life.

"So, do you want kids?" I asked.

"Yes!" she responded without hesitation, "at least two. Hopefully a boy and a girl."

"What about you?" she asked.

"I'd like to have kids. I think I'd be a pretty good dad. And I need someone to take over the business when I get old."

"What's the difference between men and condoms?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's a joke, what's the difference between men and condoms?"

"Uh, men have thicker skin?"

She laughed at my answer. "Close, condoms have changed, they are no longer thick and insensitive!"

I groaned, but I did find it funny.

"When would you want a man's company?"

"Another joke I assume?"

"Yes."

"When you're lonely?"

"When he owns it!" she answered, laughing out loud.

I had to laugh at that, it hit pretty close to home. We drove for a while just telling jokes to each other, mainly dad-joke quality fare but still, we laughed. I discovered that she's funny as well as sexy. We continued chatting about a range of topics during the hour-long drive to the game. I found myself feeling so comfortable around her. She is wise beyond her years but with flashes of naiveté.