The Dance Floor

He stopped suddenly. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, Chris...it felt really, really good," I said, my naturally low-pitched voice becoming more throaty with my desire. He touched me again, and I felt the pleasureable vibrations tingle all over my body. Then his fingers wandered down to my entrance.


"Gosh, you're really slippery," he said, like a wondering little boy.

"You made me that way, Chris," I said, smiling. "You're just so sexy, I can't help it." I licked my lips in anticipation. "You can touch me anywhere, Chris." I was so horny by that time that I wanted to feel him inside me right then.

I felt him then slide one finger inside me.

"You're so warm inside..." Chris breathed. He slid it deeper inside me, and I gave a low moan from deep within my throat. Suddenly I felt a little twinge of pain and I whimpered a bit.

"Ooh." I squinted a bit.

"Are you OK?" Chris asked.

"Yeah...I do believe you just met my virginity." I hadn't realized just how tight I was until that moment.

Without realizing it, Chris asked the question that had been on my mind: "How will I fit inside?"

I thought about it for a minute, then grinned. "Well, ain't nothing to do but try," I said. "I'll be OK, whatever happens."

He seemed to relax and withdrew his finger, then moved up so that his face hovered inches from mine. I felt an unfamiliar pressure on my clitoris, which with my natural wetness slid down to rest at my entrance. It was his turn to moan this time.

"I've never been so turned on in my life," he said, his voice now taking on a raspier edge.

"Me too," I whispered softly. I shifted my hips underneath him, so that he could thrust. "Go ahead."

He nervously thrust forward, and I felt the head of his penis slip inside. I drew a breath sharply, the feeling overtaking me for a second. He waited for a minute, then pushed forward, sliding inside me farther. I wondered for a second when he would come up against my virginity, but I didn't have to wait long as a slice of pain cut through my lower body.

"Ow...shit."

He stopped pushing and looked into my eyes.

"Should we stop?"

"No...I think it would be good if you pulled out a little and then pushed back in. I've heard that works."

"OK," he said, then I felt him slide out of me a little, then he gently pushed back inside. I felt him come up against my virginity again, and he looked up at me. "Should I try again?"

"Push forward this time. I'll be all right." I bit my lip and dug my nails into my palm to steel myself against the pain I knew was coming.

He pushed forward, and I felt him at last break through my virginity. I couldn't help but cry out, but the pain was not as bad as I had expected. He rested against me, his length finally buried deep within me.

"Are you all right now?" Chris asked gently after a minute, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Yep," I said cheerfully. Then a flash of lust overtook me. "God, you feel so good inside me. Damn, I didn't know what I was missing!" He thrust inside me again, and I moaned, my body now hypersensitive to every touch. I started to move my hips with his thrusts, and he seemed to like it.

I again reveled in the sensations I felt, my body's lust overtaking my reason and mental faculties and everything else I ever held dear. He was beginning to pound inside of me faster now, and a sensuous moan I had never heard myself make before came from deep within my chest.

"Mmm...God, you feel so wonderful inside me." My voice took on a slight breathiness as I said this, and Chris smiled down at me. Our eyes locked, and the piercing look in his dark eyes and the way he was piercing me physically made me more excited than ever. I felt as if he were penetrating my very soul--a sexy thought indeed.

We kept our eyes focused on each other as our pace quickened, and I felt him pump in and out of me, felt the smoothness of his skin against mine as he made love to me.

"I love you," he whispered. "I'm so glad you are my first."

"I love you, too, Chris...and you're my first and only." I felt the familiar sensation of orgasm beginning to flitter within me, but it was nothing like when I had masturbated. This was far too strong. It built and built and built much faster within me, and I couldn't help but squeal as it reached ever higher intensities. I felt my skin flush and I knew I was close.

"Chris, I'm almost there," I panted in a lust-filled, throaty voice. "God. Give it to me. Damn, you feel so good."

"God, that's turning me on so much," he replied, his voice turning into a sexy growl as he pounded inside me. "You feel so hot and so wonderful...I never want to stop." His words and his voice were so sexy, and that combined with the physical vibrations within me pushed me over the edge.

I gasped sharply and gave forth a long, breathy moan that felt like it was being ripped from my body as I orgasmed. All my muscles tightened, especially the muscles surrounding Chris as he plunged as deeply as he could go inside of me. I looked up at him to see his face contort and his body tighten as mine did, and I squeezed him tightly within me as I orgasmed a second time. I felt him pulse within me, and suddenly he came, his entire body shuddering and his cum bathing my inner walls and I moaned, feeling its heat within me.

He collapsed on top of me then, our breathing slowing together. I felt immediately and wonderfully exhausted and felt as if I could float right into peaceful sleep. What seemed like hours later, however, I opened my eyes slowly. I embraced Chris gently, and he woke up.

"Hey...how are you?" I asked quietly.

"Great," he said, his eyes only half-open, still reveling in the fading pleasure.

"Understatement of the year, right?" I said, giggling. "Yeah...God, you are the most wonderful woman in the world."

"And you are the sexiest man in the world," I said, repositioning myself a little on the bed. "I always thought my first time would be magical," I thought to myself. "I am so damn glad I waited."

I settled myself underneath him, feeling that he was still hard inside me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt, not only to feel my soul mate within me physically, but spiritually as well. Chris had fallen back asleep by this time, and I looked at him.

"Thank you, God, for making this all happen," I whispered quietly. "Couldn't have done it without You." My last sight before I too fell asleep was of Chris' sweet face, his eyes gently closed in slumber, and a slight smile curving his lips. I knew my face would bear a smile for the rest of my life.