Into the Storm

Into the Storm

I squeezed the steering wheel in a death grip.

"What the fuck was I doing?" I thought for about the millionth time on the way to her apartment.

There was no way this woman was going to take my virginity.

We had met online, through pure dumb luck. I was on some dating website, trying to match with someone, anyone.

And then she did.

Michelle.

23. Blonde. Curvy.

Or so her profile said.

There was no picture.

Not that it mattered to my horny, 24-year-old mind.

She was talking to me.

To me.

The gods must have been crazy, indeed.

We talked for maybe a week or so, I don't actually remember. She seemed nice enough, playful even, in her emails to me.

I honestly figured she was just messing with me, that she had no intention of actually meeting with me.

Worse, that "Michelle" was actually one of my buddies pulling an elaborate and cruel joke.

Then, it came up. Previous girlfriends, or in her case, boyfriends.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" she asked me.

"Three." I wrote back sheepishly.

The conversation continued from there, her asking me why at 24 I had only dated three girls.

"Girls don't find me attractive, I guess." I typed. God, I sounded desperate and pathetic. I tried to erase that but hit Send by mistake.

"Lol. You're cute," was the reply.

Cute?

No girl had ever called me cute.

Was there something wrong with her?

"I've been with four guys," she continued. "I'm not that far ahead of you."

"Wow, cool," was my reply. Smooth, dude. Way to impress her with your conversation skills.

"I only slept with three of them. The first guy I dated cheated on me, so nothing ever happened there."

Holy shit, that was quick. She was already moving on to the guys she slept with. Well, no problem. I was a young, fairly open-minded guy. Who was I to judge her for who she slept with?

And then it dawned on me.

She was probably going to ask me about the girls I had slept with.

Shit, shit, shit...

"How about you?" The message popped up, and I froze.

What should I tell her? The truth? A lie? Which was worse?

I must have sat there for a good three minutes, trying to decide what to say.

My fingers finally started to move. I wrote, my chest in my throat.

"I've never been with anyone that way," I typed out. I couldn't believe I was saying this. What was it my dad always said? "Honesty is the best policy"?

Sure, but it also makes you look like a sexless loser who can't get a girl if his life depends on it.

A new message from Michelle popped up on the screen.

"That's cool. A lot of guys just sleep around with any woman they meet."

I stared at the screen, dumbfounded.

Allow me to explain.

Over the course of my adolescence, one thing had been impressed upon me in locker rooms and talks with other guys.

Guys were meant to sleep around.

It was what we did.

We fucked any girl we possibly could, and had to beat other guys' scores, as though at the end of our lives, St. Peter would meet us at the Pearly Gates and only allow us in if our body count was sufficiently high.

Okay, that's a bit much.

But it's not too far off.

Guys were always bugging each other about their latest conquests, who had slept with who, who had done what to who.

And me?

I was the quiet one who smiled at their stories of sexual bravado, marveled at their masculine skills... and made it through high school and college with barely more than a kiss.

Clearly, I was damaged.

And yet here was this woman, who seemed to be okay with my virgin status.

She had to be pulling my leg.

Right?

Another message popped up on my screen.

"I can help you with that."

Whaaaaat?

I blinked a few times and reread the message.

It didn't change.

She was actually offering to take my virginity.

My breathing became shallow. Surely there would be a follow-up message, something like, "Yeah, right, loser! Think I'd sleep with someone as loserific as you???"

Another ding as the next message popped up.

"My place. Friday night. Here's my address."

Wait.

What?

This was happening?

Oh, god. This was happening.

Friday night found me driving to Michelle's house, several kilometers away, through a snowstorm. It wasn't coming down hard, but I knew that by the time I got to her apartment, the drive back would be treacherous.

That's about all I remember about the drive.

For one and a half hours, I concentrated on following the GPS's directions, trying to control my anxiety about driving in a snowstorm.

Yeah. Anxiety about the snowstorm. That was it.

My mind still was reeling from her one message.

"I can help you with that."

She was going to take my virginity, with no more hesitation than if she said she could help me with my calculus homework.

Actually, maybe she could help me with my calculus homework...

I shook my head. Calculus was behind me, in high school. This was clearly my brain's way of trying to make this situation anything other than what it was going to be... sexual.

The GPS pinged. "In 500 meters, your destination will be on the left."

My reverie was broken. I was almost there.

This was happening.

Wait a second.

Oh, shit.

Condoms. I should have gotten condoms.

Fuck. Idiot.

I looked around desperately, hoping a drugstore would materialize out of thin air.

No such luck.

The area near Michelle's apartment was mostly residential. A few fast-food joints, a pub, but no pharmacy to save my short-sighted ass.

I looked at the plaza I was passing. There was a dollar store there. They might sell condoms.

Yeah, no. Dollar store condoms? Not worth the risk.

I drove on, glancing at the GPS. Somehow, I had missed out on the last 300 meters.

200 meters to go.

I looked down the road and saw the apartment building looming ahead.

It was fairly non-descript.

Tall, whitish grey, like so many apartment buildings seemed to be.

Totally unaware that I was going to be losing my Big V inside of it tonight.

I shook my head. Was this actually happening?

I pulled into the parking lot and found a Visitors spot. I parked, turned off the engine, and sat there.

Was this happening?

I took a few deep breaths.

Yeah. This was happening.

I wanted this.

I needed this.

I deserved this.

I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.

Hitting my head on the doorframe on the way out.

"Ow! Fuck!"

Hopefully my awkwardness getting out of the car would not be repeated in bed later.

I walked to the front door and stepped inside. Michelle had told me her buzzer number, so I punched it in and waited. After a few moments, there was a click and then her voice came through the intercom.

"Hello?"

I cleared my throat. "Hey, it's Joe."

"Come on up." I heard a beeping sound, then a buzzing as the second set up doors unlocked, letting me in. I opened the door and stepped inside.

The foyer was fairly plain, and not all that different from the apartments my buddies and I had lived in during college. It was as if all apartments had the same basic design. Actually, some of them probably did, come to think of it.

I realized my brain was still trying desperately to distract me, so I told it to fuck off and hit the call button for the elevator.

Surprisingly, the doors slid right open. It was as if I was being encouraged to do this.

I got in and punched the button for Michelle's floor. As the elevator rose, so did my apprehension. What the fuck was I doing?

The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors slid open. I supposed I could have just stayed in, chickened out, and disappeared into the night. But for some reason my feet propelled me off the elevator and down the hallway.

I walked along the dimly lit corridor, with came complete with the standard "apartment building hallway" smell. What exactly was that smell? Not quite cleaning products, not quite pet smells, probably both and a host of other mixed-in scents that just seemed to go with the territory.

Further down the hallway, a door opened, and a blonde head popped out. Michelle. She waved to me. "Hey, down here."

I smiled gamely and walked the rest of the distance to her door. She stepped out as I neared, and I got my first look at her.

Michelle was shorter than me, maybe 5'5", blonde hair like I said, and... stout? Stocky? I wasn't sure how to describe her. Not quite fat, but not skinny like so many of my porn star fantasies. But she had a cute smile, and blue eyes that just seemed to radiate a kind of warm kindness.

She looked me up and down, then focused on my forehead. "What happened there?"

Reflexively I reached up to my forehead, which stung slightly when I touched it.

Oh yeah. The door.

I rubbed my head gingerly. "Oh, I bumped my head getting out of the car."

Michelle giggled. "Clumsy and cute. I kinda like that." She giggled slightly, then stepped back and held the door open for me. I stepped in and looked around.

Her apartment was fairly well organised, with the appropriate amount of books, dishes, shoes and clothing strewn about. It smelled nice, kind of like a fragrance of some kind. I mentioned this to Michelle.

"Oh, yeah. That's incense. Vanilla. I love the smell, don't you?"

I nodded, and Michelle offered to take my coat. "Have a seat on the sofa. Do you want anything to drink?"

Drink? I thought it over. A beer or something might settle my nerves, but it could also render me useless for later. The term whisky dick popped into my head.

"I'll just have a water," I said.

I heard her rummaging about in the kitchen, and after a moment she came back with two bottles of flavoured water. "I hate plain water," she explained, plopping down on the seat beside me.

We chatted for a bit, I guess in the whole "getting to know you" mindset. It turned out that Michelle was finishing grad school, for sociology, social work, or some other thing I don't remember.

"I'm glad you made it," she said after a brief pause. "It's getting nasty out there."

I looked out the window past her dining area. Sure enough, the snow was coming down even harder. I nodded. "Yeah, driving home is going to be rough."

She looked at me. "You're welcome to stay here tonight. You don't have to go home in that. In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't. I'd be worried sick." She smiled sweetly and rubbed my leg with her knee. That simple gesture, plus her sweet smile, relaxed me, even just slightly.

"Thanks," I said, which came out almost like a sigh.

"It's been nice getting to know you these past few weeks," Michelle went on. "Sorry I didn't post any pictures, but some guys aren't keen on a girl with my body type."

"I think you're hot," I blurted out, almost defensively. My words seemed to have an impact on my host.

"Thanks, Joe. You're pretty cute yourself." She scooted closer. "I feel like I actually know you, even though we've never met before now."

"Yeah. I... feel the same."

Another smile. I really liked hers. She seemed to like using it a lot.

"Can I ask you something?" she queried, her voice dropping slightly. "You are pretty good looking. How come you've never been with a girl?"

I took a long gulp of my drink, then put it down. "It's just... never happened. I've had a couple of girlfriends, and we've kissed and stuff, but... I don't know. I guess I just never knew how to do it."

Michelle cocked her head at me. "It's not something you're born knowing how to do. But you gotta at least make a move. Did you ever try anything like touching them when you were kissing?"

I shook my head. "No, I just felt awkward. I wouldn't know where to put my hands or anything."

A bemused look crossed Michelle's face. "It's not like there's some sort of manual for every woman on the planet, Joe. We all like different things. You just gotta see what works. Chances are she'll tell you what she likes, and how to do it." She paused, looking me in the eyes. "Do you want to try kissing me?"

I nodded.

She leaned in, closing her eyes. I leaned in to meet her, and our lips met. Her lips were soft and moist, and I think I tasted a bit of flavoured lip gloss or something. Suddenly one of her hands was on my neck, and she pulled me into her more. I had some experience with kissing, and I'd never heard any complaints, so I assumed I was doing okay.

Then I felt a new sensation. Her tongue was probing my mouth. This part I fucking loved. I met her tongue with mine, and we swirled and danced in each other's mouths.

She pulled back slightly. "You're pretty good at this part. If a guy sucks at kissing it usually takes him longer to do other stuff as well." She drew me in again, and her hands took hold of mine, placing them on her cheeks. This simple gesture made me feel that much more confident.

I began to move my hands, gently exploring her face as we kissed. She broke off the kiss again.

"Kiss my neck," she implored softly.

I leaned in further, kissing my way from her mouth down her face to her neck. She moaned softly.

"Yeah, that's it, Joe."

Her words already had an effect on me, but suddenly I felt something I totally had not expected.

One of her hands was gripping my crotch, squeezing and rubbing it. I continued to kiss, profoundly enjoying the softness of her skin, her gentle scent of soap or light perfume, and her caress of my manhood. It started to have another effect.

Michelle noticed the growth between my legs, and she began to trace my shaft with her hand. She moaned in my ear. "Oh, Joe. I want to see him."

Without waiting for a reply, she broke off our kiss and leaned down into my lap. She continued to caress me and then reached with her other hand for my belt, undoing it, then my jeans button and my fly. She reached in and took hold on my penis. "Mmm," she murmured softly.

I looked down at the back of her head, marveling in this new sensation, but hesitating, nonetheless. "Is it big enough?" I asked her. She looked up at me with something like a wry smile.

"Big enough?" she repeated. "What do you mean?"

"It's just that... I know I don't have the biggest dick..."

A chuckle escaped from Michelle. "You've been watching too much porn, haven't you? I hate to break it to you, but the guys in those videos are not the average when it comes to penis size. Four to six inches is the average." She paused. "You've measured it, haven't you?"

I nodded meekly. "Yeah. Just about 5 inches."

A gentle smile from Michelle. "The good news is that's actually more than enough. Girls don't always like a dick that they choke on." She looked down at my crotch again. "Let's see what we're working with."

She helped me tug down my jeans and boxers to my ankles, and I sat back down, her hand wrapping around my shaft again. "He's actually a nice size. I can't imagine trying to get my lips around a cock as big as a beer can or something." Having said this, she leaned in, opened her mouth, and enveloped me whole.

The feeling was beyond exquisite.

Her mouth was warm and moist, and her lips at the base just made me feel... alive, maybe? I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

She stayed like that for just a moment, then slowly began moving her head up and down. The feeling of her lips moving ever so slowly up and down my cock was almost teasing in a way. Slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world, like she actually enjoyed this.

Then a new sensation joined in.

Her tongue.

Holy shit. Her tongue.

It had felt so good when we had been French kissing, but this was magnitudes better. It glid up and down with her lips, curled around my shaft and making kind of like a little half-blanket or something.

I closed my eyes, not wanting this to ever end.

Michelle kept up her ministrations for a few more minutes, and then she sat up. Without a word, she pulled off her hoodie, then reached around and undid her bra, flinging it unceremoniously on the ground. "There," she stated. "The girls wanted to come out."

It's probably safe to say I was entranced.

Of course I've seen breasts before, but on porn sites or in the sporadic magazine passed around the gym locker room back in the day.

But Michelle's?

They were real. And right there, not on the screen. She saw me looking.

"You wanna play with them?" She didn't actually wait for an answer, just took my hands and placed them on her lovely boobs. Without a word she showed me how to squeeze them, knead them, and fondle them the way she liked. Her breasts were amazingly soft, not surprisingly, but the silky feeling and the sheer volume of them was erotic beyond words.

I had seen something in the videos I watched, and I wanted to try it out. I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. It was slightly hard, yet still soft in my mouth I flicked it with my tongue. It had the desired effect. Michelle grabbed my head and held it in place. "Fuck, yes. Joe, that's so good."

I alternated between her breasts, lovingly licking, sucking and squeezing. Judging by Michelle's moans, I guess Pornhub had come in handy after all.

After a few minutes, Michelle gently pushed me back. She looked into my eyes.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered.

Who was I to argue?

I kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles, and Michelle quickly shimmied out of her pants and underwear. I got a quick glimpse of her pussy hair before she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.

I'll spare you the details of the room.

Her bed was slightly smaller than mine, maybe a twin. Judging by the size of the room, I guess that was about all that could fit.

She led me to the bed and sat down, then scooted back so her back was leaned up against the headboard. I sat down and she opened her legs slightly, rubbing a hand up and down her vulva.

"Wanna learn how to eat pussy?" she asked coyly.

Fuck yes.

I had seen this about a million times on porn sited, and something about the woman's moans always got me extra hard. I lay down on the bed and scooted between her legs, and she drew her knees up to give me more room.

I got my first in-person look at a real pussy.

This was way better than Pornhub.

I stared intently for a good, long time, taking in as much detail as I could. Her pussy was bare, with just a bit of trimmed hair at the top. She continued to rub herself, moving her hand so she spread her lips for me. Beyond them was a pink layer, her inner sanctum. I noticed that there was a bit of moisture on her labia, and also her fingers. A scent reached my nose, and I breathed it in. It was a musky aroma; unlike anything I've ever experienced. I breathed deeper.

"Mm," came Michelle's voice. "Girls love it when you enjoy our smell. Means you're turned on."

I nodded and licked my lips. This elicited a happy smile from Michelle.

"You wanna taste me, don't you? Go ahead. I'll show you what to do."

I leaned in, Michelle moved her hand back, and I stuck out my tongue and made contact.

Some experiences will live with you forever.

This was one of them.

Michelle's taste was superlative. I know that part of me thought so because I was super turned on, but I can honestly say this was the truth. Unless you've tasted pussy, you won't truly understand what it tastes like.

A bit of sweat, maybe. Skin, for sure. But beyond that, a wet, a bit coppery maybe.

But mixed with her scent it was one of the best things I've ever tasted.

I licked again, a slower one this time, up one of her labia. I wanted this to last.

Michelle shuddered. "Fuck, Joe. That feels so good. I love it slow."

I obliged her by licking more, slowly, alternating between her moist lips. After a moment, I felt Michelle's hand on the back on my head, and she centered me on her pussy. "Lick there," she whispered.

I stuck my tongue out again, and it disappeared partway inside of her. This was her slit, I realized. The discovery encouraged me to scoot further in, seeing how far my tongue could go.

This went over well with Michelle. "Fuck, yes!" she groaned, holding my head in place. The very fact that she was enjoying this as much as I was, was making me hard again.

I felt her hand slide down over her pussy. "Here's my clit." She drew back some folds and tapped her clit with one finger. I looked, and sure enough, was the fabled clitoris. The love button some men search for in vain for years, at least according to the comedians I'd heard it from.

Michelle gently rubbed her tiny button. "Lick it really gently," she coaxed. I adjusted my face, and very gently licked the famous spot. Michelle jumped slightly, then relaxed. "Yeah, that's it."

I kept this up, alternating between licking her vagina and gently licking and kissing her clit. After a few more minutes, she stopped me again. I withdrew slightly, and she spread her labia for me. I saw a tiny hole appear. "Lick your finger and stick it in," she encouraged.

I eagerly licked my index finger and slowly slid it into that hole I saw earlier.

My finger was actually inside her.

The inside of her vagina was equally warm, moist and... holy shit! Clutching!

I moved my finger in and out, the way I'd seen online. Michelle took my hand and turned it over. "Curl your finger up slightly, try to touch the top of my slit," she instructed. I dutifully obeyed. I stroked along the top, not sure what the purpose was. She gently took my wrist and guided my probing finger deeper inside of her. "See if you can feel a spot that's not quite as soft as the other parts", Michelle breathed.

I slid my finger around ever so slightly, and then I felt it. A small patch like she had said, slightly harder than the other parts of her pussy. Michelle gasped.

"That's my g spot," she explained through shaky breaths. "Keep rubbing it."

Oh yeah. I'd heard about this g spot. I wiggled my finger, exploring this new sensation.

"Try two fingers," she said after a minute.

Without thinking, I withdrew my digital explorer and brought it and the middle finger into my mouth. That divine taste filled my mouth again, and I sucked reflexively, and swallowed the elixir. I then reinserted the first digit, then the second one, and rubbed at her g spot.

It very clearly was what Michelle wanted, and she began squirming ever so slightly. It almost seemed like she was trying to stay attached to my hand, which she probably was. She began bucking her hips ever so slightly and playing with her breasts. I kept up my fingering, and suddenly Michelle gasped, went tense for a few seconds, then relaxed, a very pleased sigh slipping out as she did.

Holy shit.

Did I just give my first orgasm???

Michelle's ragged breathing seemed to indicate as much. She lay on the bed, eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling with her breaths. After a while, her eyes fluttered open.

"That was really good," she said, taking a few more breaths after that. I sat silently, waiting. If that was to be my first and last foray into sex and pleasing a woman, I certainly wasn't going to complain. I had already done more in the past hour or so than I had dared to hope.

Michelle finally looked up at me. "Ready to try sex?"

My heart skipped a beat. Hell yes, I was ready!

Wait... no I wasn't...

I looked at her, my face giving away my thoughts. "I didn't bring any condoms." I professed weakly.

She sat up. "Hold on a sec." With that, she swung her legs to the side of the bed, and she stood up and went over to her desk. She rummaged through a drawer for a minute, then finally located a foil package. "They always give these out during Frosh Week," she explained. "I always grab a couple because you just never know."

I nodded. "I should really have one in my wallet."

Michelle shook her head. "It's better not to, if you can avoid it," she informed me. "Unless you're having regular sex and the condom's only in for a couple of hours, the heat and sweat from your body can actually wear the latex down after a while."

Oh. That made sense.

She tore open the package. "You ever put one of these on?"

I nodded. What I didn't say out loud that my condom-trying had been a sad attempt to feel like I was one of the guys, that by at least trying on a condom I'd know how that part of sex felt.

"Good," Michelle continued. "Here." She handed it to me. I took a deep breath and rolled it on, careful to get it the right way around this time. Michelle lay on her back and spread her legs. "Ready when you are," she smiled seductively.

I stood up, then turned around and crawled onto the bed on all fours. I positioned myself roughly where I needed to be, and Michelle reached up and took hold of my penis. She lined it up where we both wanted it to go, and instructed me to lower my weight slightly, but still on my elbows. I complied, and then she looked into my eyes.

"Slide it in," she said quietly.

I had never felt anything quite like that. I slid inside of her, and was welcomed into a warm, moist, tight but cozy embrace by her most private parts. I think I must have groaned, because Michelle smiled at me. "It gets even better," she purred. I believed her, but already you could have told me I had died and gone to heaven.

I slid a bit further in, and Michelle rocked her hips to help me. I stayed there like that for a moment and fumbled for something to say that seemed to fit the moment. "Thank you," I said, knowing that was a weak-ass attempt to properly summarize all the things that were going through my head.

Michelle grinned. "Thank me later. Right now, just fuck me."

I nodded and began thrusting my hips, as I'd seen guys do in the videos I'd watched. Michelle gripped my butt and pulled me closer. "You don't have to be too gentle," she reassured me. I began thrusting even harder.

Michelle's eyes closed, and the look on her face was one of bliss. I stared at her as we fucked, my awe and appreciation for this woman so profound I doubted I'd ever be able to thank her enough when this was over.

She opened her eyes. "Yes, yes," she moaned, locking eyes with me again. I felt myself swell inside of her. Holy shit. I was the one doing that to her. Me.

I kept pumping, the feeling beyond sublime. But something in my head was holding me back. Michelle seemed to recognize this. "Wanna try a different position?"

"How about doggy?" I suggested. It always seemed to be a big hit in the movies.

She scooted out from under me, then knelt down on the bed. I got in position behind her, and again she guided me in. I held her hips and thrust away. I looked down and watched my dick slide in and out of her. This was surreal.

But not long-lived. After a few strokes, I popped out of her. "Fuck," I muttered.

'It's okay," she reassured me. "Takes a bit of getting used to. Here, I have an idea. Lie down on your back." I complied, and she clambered on top of me, kneeling over my groin and holding my dick steady. Eyes locked on me, she lowered herself, and once again I was engulfed in that euphoric warmth of her vagina.

She bounced up and down, maintaining full eye contact. Now that was something I rarely saw in porn videos. She took my hands again and placed them on her tits, and I gladly played with her glorious globes as she bounced.

Still, though, something wasn't happening for me.

I felt bad for Michelle, as I'd heard that women can get super offended if you don't cum, taking it as an insult. Well, maybe I can distract her with some pleasure, make her forget my failings, I thought. I had one trick up my sleeve and hoped it would work. I'd watched a few how-to videos on Pornhub, and this technique seemed the likeliest winner for distraction.

I flexed my dick inside of her, holding my Kegel muscles for as long as I could.

It did the trick.

Michelle's face registered the change of pressure, and her look of surprise quickly morphed into pleasure. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest and began humping me even harder. I gripped her ass and gritted my teeth, silently pleasing with my dick to keep doing its thing.

It heard me.

Within minutes, Michelle tensed up again like she had before, her head rocking back in ecstasy. She pumped me a few more times for good measure, then slowly lowered herself onto my chest. She lay there, breathing more slowly, still twitching slightly from her second orgasm. I rubbed her back and bum as we lay there, in post-coital bliss.

After a few minutes, she looked up at me, smiled and pecked me lightly on the lips. "For a guy who's never done this before, you sure know how to make me cum," she sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, I've watched a few how-to videos online. The Kegel one seemed like it was really good."

"Really good," Michelle emphasized. "Keep that one in your repertoire." She kissed me again, then rolled off, my dick slipping out in the process. She looked at my deflating member.

"You didn't cum," she observed. From her tone, I couldn't actually infer what she was feeling about my lack of "response".

"Sorry," I offered lamely, fully expecting to be turfed out into the night to run home, tail tucked, storm or no storm.

Then she surprised the hell out of me.

"No worries. It happens sometimes, especially when we're nervous. I didn't cum the first couple of times either, mostly because I was scared I was going to get pregnant."

She rubbed my arm reassuringly and looked at me to see what my response was.

I was half-tempted to cry, profess my love for her, and apologize again. She seemed to read the expressions battling on my face.

"It's all good, Joe. No offense taken. I know you enjoyed it, and I sure as hell did."

She giggled at that, and I found it both appropriate and cathartic, and joined her in giggling. We giggled, staring at each other in some kind of mutual understanding, until she finally sat up and looked out the window.

"It is really coming down out there," she announced. She looked back at me. You are not driving home in that." She made it sound so matter of fact that I knew I would never be able to suggest otherwise.

She lay back down again. "Besides, another thing you need to learn is that women hate it when you fuck and fly." She winked at me, and I chuckled. I gazed at her softly and stroked her hair.

Michelle smiled. "That's really nice, Joe. Girls like to be caressed and cuddled after a good fuck. But first things first." She sat up again, and slipped the condom off my now limp dick, and tossed in into a nearby trash can. Then she stood up and padded to the bathroom. "It's always a good idea to have a shower after sex," she informed me. "Girls don't like it when you stink, even if you do smell like us." She turned the light on in the bathroom and stepped inside. I lay back, marveling at the evening's events, not quite believing everything that had happened. A shower did sound nice. I'd wait until she was done.

Michelle poked her head out of the bathroom door, a bit of steam wafting around her. "Are you coming or are you just going to lay there?"

This just keeps getting better.

I hopped out of bed and gladly joined her. We didn't try anything sexual, as the shower was just too small. I did enjoy watching her lather herself with soap, and watching as the water and suds cascaded down her body.

We finished up and dried off, then got back into bed. She pulled a sheet and blanket over us, and she faced me.

"That was really fun," she said. "I haven't had sex that good in a while. We'll have to try it again in the morning before you go."

With that, she kissed me. Not a passionate kiss, maybe a kiss between lovers.

We cuddled for a while, saying nothing but exchanging glances and smiles, until we both drifted off to sleep.

I must have slept the sleep of the dead. I don't remember dreaming, and I don't remember waking up in the middle of the night.

All of a sudden, Michelle was nudging me.

"Get up, sleepy head. Let's get some breakfast into us.

We dressed and made idle chatter about what to have for breakfast. Michelle explained that she didn't have much other than cereal, intimating with a grin that she had meant to go last night, but "some guy" had distracted her.

We decided to go for a quick drive to McDonald's and grab some sandwiches and coffee. On the way, I rubbed her leg as we drove. Michelle looked at me.

"Keep your eyes on the road, lover boy. I have plans for you after breakfast, and those don't include a fender bended."

I reluctantly withdrew my hand, and we pulled into the Micky D's lot and then the drive-thru lane.

We sat for a bit while they prepped our order, and we looked around. "At least the snow stopped," I remarked. Michelle looked out the window.

"Yeah, it'll make your drive home easier."

This time I couldn't quite discern her tone. Was it regret? Tiredness?

Our food arrived and we drove back in silence. Eating was almost as quiet, with Michelle asking me about my work and me asking about her plans for after grad school. A social worker, apparently. I wanted to ask about her apparent change of demeanour, but she cut me off before I could say anything.

"Come on," she said, standing up and taking me by the hand. "Time for Round 2."

Her tone again allowed for no debate, so I followed her back to the bedroom.

Once there, we both shucked off our clothes. Again, she beat me to the punch by answering my next question before I voiced it.

"I don't have another condom, but don't worry about it. I'm on the pill."

With that, she lay down and patted the bed beside her. I lay down, and she immediately gripped my penis. "We are going to get you to cum today," she announced, almost as if she was telling me the weather outside. And with that, she bent over and engulfed my dick in her mouth again.

The feeling was as delectable as before, and I felt myself firming up in her mouth. And then a new sensation joined in.

She was gently fondling my balls, squeezing and very gently tugging on them.

Fuck, that feels good.

Michelle removed my penis from her warm mouth. "Glad you're enjoying it," she said with a sultry smile.

I looked at her blankly, then played back the past few seconds in my head.

Oh. I said that out loud, I realized.

Michelle went back to sucking on me and guided my hand to her pussy. I slipped my middle finger inside of her and rubbed her g spot the way she had shown me last night. She moaned around my cock and sucked harder.

It had the desired effect.

"Oh god, Michelle, that feels so good. I think I might cum if you keep it up."

Rather than stopping her oral treatment, she kept going, squeezing my balls a bit firmer. That definitely had an effect.

I groaned, expecting to release in her mouth.

She quickly stopped what she was doing and lay on her back. "Get him in me, quick," she instructed. I scrambled to comply, sticking my uncovered dick into her vagina once again, and started thrusting away.

Michelle wrapped her arms around me, then surprised me by wrapping her legs around me. "Fuck me," she demanded. "Fuck me good!"

I obliged and began thrusting with everything I had, remembering her assurance that I wouldn't hurt her by doing so.

But things still weren't happening.

I felt Michelle grip me tighter with her arms and legs, and I could swear her pussy did the same.

"Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me! Come on, cum in me!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and silently pleaded with my brain and/ or dick to not let me down this time. I concentrated on the feeling of Michelle's warm body, her breasts mashed against my chest, and the warm, moist, tight feeling of her vagina.

I can't tell you what finally did it, but I had a feeling of an impending build-up in my balls and shaft, and then suddenly, it happened.

Torrents of cum streamed out of me and into her expectant pussy. She must have felt or sensed my climax, as she gripped me even harder.

"That's it! Cum in me! Cum! Fucking do it!"

My eyes remained squeezed tightly shut, and I gritted my teeth, grunting in ultimate pleasure and release.

I don't know how long this went on for, but I finally collapsed on her, gasping for air. She caressed my back, cooing in my ear. That sound, had it continued, probably could have gotten me good to go again.

Michelle lifted my head to her and smiled at me. "That was fucking amazing, Joe. You did it." She smiled wider. "Oh, and bonus fact? I came too."

I looked at her in wonder and then kissed her deeply. She kissed me back, our tongues once again dancing. Without realizing it, my hips started thrusting again.

Michelle noticed. "I'm not quite ready for Round 3," she gently teased, patting my butt. "But I think it's safe to say that we got you over your opening night jitters."

We giggled again, the giggle of satisfaction and understanding.

I drove home later that morning, my legs actually shaking from all that I had experienced. The drive home flew by, and I was still absolutely euphoric.

I had finally done it. I had sex.

I was a man.

My phone pinged as I pulled into the driveway of my parents' house. It was a message from Michelle.

Hey, Joe. Last night was absolutely amazing, and I'm so glad we got to spend it together. You are an amazing lover, and any woman would be more than lucky to have you.

I think though that it's better if this stays as a one-time thing. I'm going to be finishing my Masters in a few months and then moving out of the province to open my practice.

Keep in mind everything I taught you, and you'll have no trouble with the ladies.

Thanks again.

Michelle

I sat in my car, staring at my phone and that message for what seemed like hours. A dozen thoughts rolled through my head, but none of them won for overall supremacy. I started to text her back, to say we could meet a few more times before she moved on, but I knew it was futile.

This was why she was so quiet this morning, I realized. She was getting ready to say goodbye.

I finally settled on deleting her message. Not out of anger, but out of respect. I wasn't happy that my first time ended up being a one-night stand, but it was what she wanted.

I turned off the car, let out a sigh I didn't know I'd been holding in, and went into the house.

End.