This is my first attempt at writing a story, please let me know what you think so I know if I should continue to submit stories. Thank you. This entire story is false and was created out of the reaches of my imagination.
I was so excited. Looking accros to the driver of the 1969 Camaro, I couldn’t believe this was my date to the senior prom. I had met Mark the summer before at the beach. He must have just liked how I looked because he had come right up to me. I was flatter, as any woman would be, but guessing he would be shallow, I wasn’t very interested. But after laughing at his overused pick-up lines, and having him showing off in the ocean, I thought he was both nice, and funny, and smart too ( he was going to be a sophomore in med school), we went out to dinner that night and hit it off. I gave him my number and we had been dating ever since.
I broke out of my musings to give my tall, handsome, wonderful date a big smile – he reached over and squeezed my hand and my heart leapt. This was going to be a magical night.
We arrived at the hall my school had rented and I was getting even more excited. When Mark came around and opened my door I practically jumped out. Mark smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Don’t worry, Tracey,” he laughed, “we have all night, so relax and have fun.” Mark gave the valet his car keys and $10 and we went inside. I felt like a princess. I’m not at all vain, but I knew we were a gorgeous couple. With all 6’5″ of muscular, football playing Mark, he had deep, vivid green eyes, dark hair with an unruly piece that insisted on falling over his forehead, and that smile that melted my heart every time I saw it. He was so handsome in his rented black tux.
I gave thanks that he was tall, seeing as how I am 5’10”, not including the 3″ heels I had on. I felt like a million dollars in my long ice-blue dress. It was fitted from the bodice down to my hips, then became looser so that the mid-thigh slit played peek-a-boo with my long legs, which were accentuated to perfection in my 3″ iridescent shoes. My friend had done up my long, curly, chestnut colored hair beautifully, and Mark hadn’t been able to keep his eyes of my face. With just a touch of sultry, dark eye shadow above my deep blue eyes, and some pink added to my innocent lips, my friend had said I looked like a very tempting angle, and that Mark didn’t have a chance, I had to agree. After checking our coats we went over to the photographer and got our pictures, and of course we had the total goof off shot. We danced the night away through the new pop songs, some wonderful slow songs, the classics like the YMCA and electric slide lol, they even played a waltz.
I couldn’t believe it when the time came to leave. We had been invited to a party but decided not to go, we were going to go to Mark’s dorm room instead. I knew what would most likely occur, and I honestly couldn’t wait. It would mean losing my virginity to my very first boyfriend, and the nicest man I had ever met in my life, and there was no possible way that I could have been more ready for what was probably going to transpire.
We said goodnight to my friends with promises of meeting up some other time as the black rally sport Camaro pulled around. Mark bowed and helped my door open, I laughed and got in. We talked easily the whole way to his college. When we stopped he again went around and opened the door for me, when I stepped out he swirled me around in the moonlight and brought me into a warm embrace, I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned my cheek against his chest, relishing in the closeness. I gazed up at him, he smiled that beautiful smile and leaned down to kiss me.
The kiss was soft and warm, I opened to lips to let escape a sigh of pleasure. His tongue gently traced the edge of my mouth and slid inside. I shyly touched my tongue to his and he drew it out. He pressed me closer to him as one hand slipped up to my hair and the other to the small of my back, molding myself to him. My breasts were crushed against the hard wall of his chest, and I felt the faint evidence of his arousal.
When we finally broke the kiss, I blushed, Mark smiled and kissed my forehead, and said, “You are beautiful you know. With the moonlight on your face, your georgeous blue eyes full of love, and your rosy lips swollen from our kiss.” “How could he have known that?” I thought. I waasn’t sure when I thought I loved him. Well I knew I did, but believing I waas too young to really and truly love someone, I tried to forget. It never happened. I gazed up at him with my face an open book and searched. It was as plain asw day that Mark loved me too. We finally realized we were still in the middle of the parking lot. Offering his hand, we went up.
I had been in Mark’s dorm room many times before (which he lived in alone), but it was different, there was an electric charge and an undercurrent of sexual tension that I had never experienced before. Mark went in the kitchen and grabbed us each a coke. I kicked off my shoes, and curling my feet under me, I sat I the corner of the sofa, lounging against the arm. I said thank you when Mark came back in and handed me my drink, taking a sip I set it on the floor by the edge of the couch.
Mark sat next to me and put his arm around me, I shifted and leaned against the man. He kissed my bare shoulders repeatedly. I don’t know how I stood even that, the pleasure was so intense. How he pressed the tip of his tongue down on my flesh just before the kiss landed was making me tingle. I held his hands on my lap and tilted my head to the side exposing my neck. He traced his tongue along my collarbone, deliberately placing a hickey at the base of my throat and landed a long slow kiss on my chin, my cheek, my eyelids before he again just held me.
“I love you Tracey,” whispered Mark in my ear. “I know, I love you too – but you saw that already.” “And I’m not just saying that to get you into my bed,” he said. His gaze searched my face. I smiled. “I know that too.” “But I do want to make love to you. If you don’t want to, wee won’t. Or if you do, but change your mind, become unsure, or frightened, all you need to is say so. I know you are a virgin, and I would take care.” I smiled into his loving green eyes and nodded. He hugged me and winking, got up and locked his door.
He walked back over and stopped a few feet away. The ever kind Mark was letting me make my own choices, set my own pace. I smiled that big smile I knew he loved so much and walked in to the arms he had opened for me. We gently French kissed, the saying how much he loved the long curly tresses of my hair, he took out the pins one-by-one until the chestnut colored expanse cascaded over my shoulders down to my waist. He brushed his fingers through it lightly touching the sides of my breasts, until he was just stroking them through the bodice of my gown.
I removed his tuxedo jacket, tie, and cumber bund, The next kiss was long, and soft, but it changed. It became deep and full of passion with an urgency I didn’t know existed. Mark must have felt my uncertainly because he gently leaned back and looked at me questioningly, searchingly. I smiled and said I was all right, but my dress was becoming a bit uncomfortable. I giggled softly as he sucked in his breath, and I tried to look innocent, though I already was. I had caught him off guard and it made me expectant with what I knew was still to come. “By all means then, Tracey,” Mark said quietly with a twinkle in his eye, “Let me make you more comfortable.”
He slowly turned me around, and moving my hair over my shoulder and gently placing a kiss on the back of my neck, he one-by-one undid the tiny cloth covered buttons, and the dress slowly fell to a puddle around my feet. “My God, Tracey,” Mark hissed, I had caught him off guard, just as I wanted, but with my natural shyness I had doubts as to if it was a good idea. “Innocence in lace, what a prize I have found, when I found you.” I smiled reassured by his words, and stood an arms length away, breathing deeply, as I felt his gaze slowly slide over the white corset, lace panties, and garters that I had bought for this occasion, for this night with him. “Do you like your surprise,” I asked teasingly. “I like it very much,” he answered, “I’ll have to find some way to repay you.” With those words we went to his bed.
I kneeled on it and un buttoned his shirt, kissing his shoulder. My hands played over his broad, muscled chest and the firm packed abs of his that I so adored, before pushing it off his body. I kissed his stomach, leaning forward in the process, Mark began kneading my back and shoulders. I reached for the fasten of his pants, unsure if I should wait or continue, I looked up at Mark expectantly, and with a small whimper of need I cupped my hand over the growing bulge. “I can’t believe I just did that,” I thought wantonly, “I’m already more naked than I have ever been in front of Mark – but oh, I still want more.”
“You little vixen,” Mark whispered teasingly, his voice husky with passion. He reached down and the sound of a zipper echoed through the room. I peeked up into his smiling face, and then slowly eased his pants down, taking his boxers with them. All of a sudden, wide-eyed, I stared up at him. In front of me was the largest cock I had ever seen, not that I had anything to compare it to, but I wasn’t entirely naïve. Mark’s manhood was at least 8″ long, and thick.
“Are you afraid?” he asked gently. “We can stop if you are.” I knew Mark would never hurt me, and I knew he cared for me – loved me, and I wasn’t frightened. “I’m not scared, curious perhaps,” I said teasingly. “Then by all means, you should satisfy your curiosity,” he countered with a chuckle. It seemed entirely natural to gently hold it in my hands and stroke it up and down. I kissed the tip softly and told Mark he would probably be more comfortable on the bed. Mark slowly sat down and with a long kiss and the gentle pressure of my hands on his shoulders, he was soon laying under me. I smiled a mischievous smile, and worked my way down. I covered him with kisses. I sucked and licked and my hands softly roamed. I knew he was enjoying It because of how his breathing became heavy and his muscles would tighten, until he managed to will them to relax. I was enjoying it too. This was the most of Mark’s body I had ever seen, and those other times it was definitely not under these circumstances.
When I reached his navel, Mark gently pushed me lower and I felt his erection against my cheek. I gently grasped the base and his balls in my hands and kneaded them. I kissed the head and slowly licked along the bottom of the shaft. Then, sheathing my teeth I slowly brought him into my mouth and willing myself to relax, I took him in as far as I could. My tongue danced, my mouth sucked, and I felt him swell and heard him gasp. I managed to swallow all of his cum as it flowed into my virgin mouth. I peeked up and looked into his smiling face. “Wow, Tracey. If this was anyone else but you I would have guessed they’d done this before.” “Then I did it ok?” “OK? That was magnificent,” He brought me up and kissed me long and hard, he rolled me under him, and then with out warning his hand was pushing against my wet panties, while the other kneaded the swell of my breasts above the corset. My body bucked with the pleasure of it. Mark smiled, and took off what was left of my clothing.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, and kissed me. “I have a goddess in my midst, right here in my bed and in my heart.” He kissed me again. My hands were lightly trailing over his muscled back, arms, shoulders, and buttocks. He inched down and tracing my areola with his tongue, he then brought the nipple into his mouth. I cried out with the pleasure of it. He began sucking, and rolling my other nipple with his hand. I felt his other hand move down as it stroked under my breast, down to my taut stomach, it skipped and then began to move upwards fro my knee, and over my trim thighs. He switched breasts, and a new wave of pleasure coursed through me, his hand continued its exploration over the curve of my buttocks until it gently cupped the moist curls at the juncture of my thighs. My legs parted and he reached down. He found my swollen nodule and my body went taut. “Just relax and let go,” Mark whispered huskly as he began to roll my sensitive clitoris between his fingers. A flash of purest pleasure washed over me. My body spasmed and my scream reverberated through the small room as my orgasm hit. Mark’s mouth replaced his hand, and my hands were clenching and unclenching as he nibbled and kissed, when his tongue delved inside my moist opening I thought I would lose control again. “Please Mark,” I begged, “I want you inside me know, please make me yours.” “your wish is my command, princess,”
He moved up and kissed me long and hard with our bodies raging with need and passion. I felt his body stretch and glanced to see what he was doing. I blushed when I saw him take out the small package out of the nightstand drawer. I had completely forgotten about using protection. “Thank you Mark,” I whispered. “No, thank you. You know what you are offering me will no longer be able to be given to another. Are you sure?” he sked. “I want you, only you.” The kiss was rough and urgent and I felt a hot, blunt object press against my opening. I gasped as the head slid inside. He kissed me warmly, his mouth conveying the tenderness he felt for me. I hooked my legs over his back and urged him to fill me, arching my back, he thrust hard. My breath escaped me as the flimsy barrier within me broke . I could feel my virgin pussy being stretched to the limit as he continued deeper and deeper. I felt skin on skin as I took all of him in. His eyes looked trouble when he looked at my face, “I know that hurt you, I’m sorry Tracey.” “It feels wonderful now, please don’t stop.” Kissing my he began to move. I found his rhythm and urging him in and out with my long smooth legs, I urged him deeper and harder and faster. I felt him swell as he went rigid, my own body spasmed in the throes of a mind blowing orgasm.
He withdrew and then kissing me long and soft, collapsed beside me. I stroked his sweat, slicked back and he snuggled me close.