First sex
Climbing the stairs of the building where the meeting was supposed to take place, Maxim was choking on his breath from excitement. And when he reached the right floor (the elevator here wasn't working), he felt like he might just faint. The stairwell was quiet and dim... After catching his breath, Maxim took his cell phone from his pocket and sent an SMS. A minute later, the lock on one of the doors clicked...
"Is that you?" a pretty girl in a house robe asked in a half-whisper.
"Yes," Maxim smiled his signature, seductive, as he thought, smile—without parting his lips, slightly crooked, condescending, and yet charming. The girl smiled
in response."Come in, quick!" his new acquaintance switched to the informal "you" in a conspiratorial whisper.
When the girl locked the door and they entered the room, Maxim's first favorable impression of Marina's appearance (that was the girl's name) was confirmed and intensified. A bit shorter than him, a slender brunette with gray eyes and slightly upturned nose, which Maxim really liked. Actually, he hadn't thought much about the appearance of his future partner when he received a message on VKontakte from a girl without a photo on her avatar. For some reason, he imagined Max as a plump blonde with glasses and unattractive, but this image didn't bother him. The main thing, Maxim thought, was that—finally!—a woman had been found who agreed to sleep with him. He was tired of his classmates' mockery about the fact that he had never slept with a girl. In real life, he couldn't seduce his classmates, and on the Internet, he met this twenty-two-year-old Marina, and after they exchanged a few messages and Maxim complained to her about his fate, Marina agreed to become his first woman. The guy didn't even wonder why the girl agreed to sex so quickly, and he wasn't bothered by the fact that she was married. Who knows what quirks people have? The main thing—she would fuck him, and he, a second-year student, would finally become a man!
Maxim sat on a chair next to the iron bed—a double bed. The bed was unmade.
"Why aren't you undressing?" Marina asked, gracefully, like a kitten, lying down on her side. The pattern of her black lace stockings mixed with the fringe of her red robe.
"Let me warm up," said Maxim, trying to make his voice sound relaxed.
Blowing on his chilled fingers, he examined the surroundings. A wall unit, a TV in the corner, a carpet. Everything like everyone else's.
"Do you live here?"
"W-well... Yes and no."
"Do you have children?"
"Two," Marina answered.
"Wow!" Maxim was surprised.
"Don't say! Managed to crank them out..." Marina smirked.
"How much time do we have?"
"Well... About two hours. Even an hour and a half. And then my mother-in-law will come..."
Marina walked over to the wardrobe.
"So here's soap, a towel for you..."
"But I actually washed yesterday..."
"Just a little bit."
Maxim obediently headed to the bathroom. When he returned to the room, Marina was lying in bed in a beige slip, slightly covered with a blanket.
"You took so long! Did you wash your whole body?"
Maxim had indeed been absent for a decent amount of time, but not because he washed his whole body, but due to thoroughness and nervous slowness. There is nervous haste, but with him, it was nervous slowness. Maxim quickly began to undress so as not to delay Marina further. Hunching from embarrassment, he pulled off his tracksuit and climbed into bed with her.
Despite telling himself that everything was fine and under control, he felt quite uncomfortable. He was shaken by an inner tremor that was incredibly difficult to suppress, his fingers and toes were icy, which, however, was not surprising—the room was cool. Apparently, the heating wasn't working well. On top of that, he didn't know how to behave.
"Do what you want," Marina whispered and threw off the blanket. She pulled the slip down from one shoulder.
With some disappointment, Maxim saw that her breasts were small. He cautiously reached out his hand, touched the rough nipple with his cold fingertips, feeling it instantly harden, cupped the breast with his fingers, squeezing it slightly. Then his hand crawled on a journey across the field of her stomach, to where he was even embarrassed to look, though he really wanted to. Marina, like a book, opened her legs. Maxim's middle finger sank into the hot, wet opening. Closing her eyelids, Marina began to breathe loudly and intermittently. Pulling out his wet finger, Maxim discreetly wiped it, hiding his hand in the hills of the crumpled sheet. Marina sat up on the bed.
"Don't you want it inside?" she nodded, not taking her eyes off the powerful anti-gravitational striving of a certain part of Maxim's body.
"Not yet," Maxim replied.
From his past failure, he had drawn a conclusion—don't rush, get properly aroused first.
Marina turned her beautiful, perhaps somewhat wide for her build, rear to Maxim and lay on top of the guy. "Aha, position 69," thought Max. He had seen that in porn films.
What the girl was doing to his penis wasn't very pleasant. Her teeth, grazing his penis, made Max flinch from pain, but he said nothing, greedily examining the raisin-like wrinkles of the labia, surrounded, like a fur collar, by light brown fuzz. Lifting his head from the pillow, Maxim kissed these slightly parted lips, sensing a slightly sharp but not unpleasant smell.
"Come on, let's..." Marina said, getting off him and turning around. Max froze, not knowing what she wanted. But the experienced girl took the initiative.
Lying on his back, Max looked at the girl. Marina hitched up the edge of her slip, holding it at her hips, and Maxim saw the girl's slightly convex stomach with a beautiful navel dimple, long legs of a soft cream color, and between them—darkening fuzz, shaped into a perfect triangle that so attracted the eye.
Marina threw one leg over Maxim's hips, placed her left knee on the bed, and put her right foot on the floor. Max, as if hypnotized, stared at the lower part of the girl's stomach. In the dark-reddish fuzz, he discerned something resembling two leeches stuck together. Max had never seen a female genital organ so close before, and from this sight, his heart began to beat deafeningly, and his cheeks and ears flamed, as when he had a fever from a cold.
"Everything's fine..." Marina whispered, smiling and looking at the guy's excited face. Taking his penis with two fingers, she fitted it to the entrance of her opening and softly impaled herself.
"Mm... ahh!.." Marina exhaled, throwing her head back. Max felt his penis softly engulfed by the hollow, which was wet and hot. Marina, having impaled herself completely, began to lift up, her vagina slightly tightened. The guy felt his penis as if slightly squeezed, and the pleasant warm tightness began to slide off him, slickly tickling, releasing him to the outside. Max swallowed and closed his eyes. Marina began to slowly impale herself again. After a few seconds, she, moaning and tossing her disheveled hair, was already fully bouncing and jumping on the moaning Max.
"Stop!.." the girl whispered hotly, suddenly freezing. Max felt their intimate muscles quivering. Sitting for a second with closed eyes, Marina got off the guy, unceremoniously pushed him aside, lying down next to him, and uttered:
"Come on, get on top!"
She had to help the guy, like a blind kitten poking around fruitlessly. Marina, closing her eyes and parting her lips of some yellowish shade, was breathing heavily. Max moved inside her and thought: "Here it is, the desired and long-awaited initiation into manhood! I am truly, like all people, having sex with a woman!"
In this room, the Gordian knot, woven over many years from grievances, fears, burning envy, shame, and lust, was cut so easily!.. Max saw himself as if from the outside—leaning on his hands, leisurely-rhythmically moving his stomach away from and closer to the girl's tanned tummy. Closer to the finish, Max hurried. He shuddered and, giving Marina all his harvest, went limp, hot and panting, and fell onto the bed.
Marina, sitting on the bed, looked down: her lover's penis continued to throb, trembling like a caught sparrow in palms, and spurted semen.
"What a rich supply you have... it just won't run out..." Marina smirked.
Max smiled happily.