You Will Never Forget Me

Anaïs set the drinks and snacks down on the table.

He watched her, a little awkward, while openly ogling her. She was wearing a soft black pair of shorts and a short white top, her free breasts shifting lightly under the fabric with every step.

She pretended not to notice his interest.

"Thanks," he said before serving himself.

"You're welcome. Dig in."

It was almost five in the afternoon, the perfect time to enjoy the shaded terrace and the cool air coming in from the ocean. Behind them, a discreet garden added charm to this renovated old farmhouse out in the countryside near La Rochelle.

While they talked, she studied him again.

This was the third time they had seen each other since the day before yesterday, at the local astronomy club's weekly meeting. She had gatecrashed it. And it had been worth it. He knew the subject well, so striking up a conversation had been easy.

The student had tested him then.

A soft approach--an arm brushing past, a hand wandering, a finger touching. He had jumped when he felt her chest press lightly against his shoulder blades as they leaned over his telescope. His discomfort had been obvious. Even more so when she started flirting. She could smell a novice from three miles away. She would have bet on it. But she needed to be sure.

A second meeting had therefore been necessary.

In a quiet café downtown, they had talked for a very long time, her devouring him with her sharp dark-brown eyes while he answered her persistence clumsily. Rafael had even swallowed hard, throat tight, when he felt her foot slide between his under the table. She had acted as if nothing had happened. He had been grateful for that.

A little later, he had let himself confess.

"No... actually, I've never really been in a relationship."

Hearing that, even spoken softly, had stunned him.

"But at college, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Girls don't notice me. I'm invisible."

The young woman laid her hand over his.

"Well, I noticed you."

He felt his erection hardening again.

Of course, he had no idea whether she was serious or just messing with him, because everything set them apart. The student had nothing going for him, and he knew it. Quite short, barely taller than her, he had an ordinary face, dull eyes, the pale skin of someone who preferred books to hanging out with friends, and a scrawny thinness that could only appeal to fetishists.

On top of that, he still couldn't hold her gaze.

To her, though, he was perfect. Inexperienced guys were her thing--a fantasy she had indulged a thousand times, in thought and in deed, and one she always came back for more of. Still, she needed to make sure he had told her the truth. Womanizers who knew what they were doing didn't turn her off--far from it--but Anaïs would only sleep with him on the condition that she was his first. Being taken again and again by the most improbable, most overlooked, most awkward, ugliest novice around gave her a gratification, a satisfaction, and a pleasure like nothing else.

It was a kind of paraphilia for her. Her singularity.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" she suddenly asked.

The question caught him off guard and left him embarrassed.

"Why would you want to know that?"

"Because I'm dying to kiss you, and if it's your first time, then I plan on doing it right."

He didn't know what to say, and she didn't give him time to answer.

In one quick move she stood up, pounced on him, grabbed his arm then his wrist, and forced him to follow, pulling him inside.

One in four.

That was the proportion of virgins among eighteen- or nineteen-year-old guys. A little less in the big cities, a little more in the countryside and small towns.

The student reflected on that statistic every time she walked past the noisy lawns of the University of La Rochelle, strolled along the quays dotted with solitary young walkers, or stepped into a library on a Saturday. The playground was vast, the potential targets countless.

The young man put up almost no resistance.

Nervous, nearly trembling, he looked her up and down, then placed restless hands on her hips, stroking her bare stomach with his thumbs while noting how tightly her body cinched at the waist, like an hourglass.

She stared at him, leaning back against the wall of the entryway.

"So, you've never kis--"

He finally held her gaze.

"No, never."

After that he answered the invitation and placed a kiss on her cheek, then slid his head into the hollow of her neck.

The young woman savored the moment. He wasn't clumsy.

Very quickly, Rafael faced her again, cupped her oval face in both hands, and pressed his mouth against her lips. They were soft, tender, and barely moist.

Without waiting, she went into action, parted her thighs a little, pulled him against her crotch, one firm forearm pressed against his lower back, right at the lumbar vertebrae.

Her pelvis rubbed against his while he kept kissing her, feeling his erection hold stronger than ever.

With an expert hand, she grabbed his penis through the fabric.

The shock was like nothing else. Four slender, agile fingers squeezed the shaft one after another, creating a kind of wave, an undulation, from the base upward, while she used her thumb to tease the head and the frenulum.

His breathing quickened.

This time he didn't take his eyes off her, their faces touching now and then. She kept working him a little longer and, suddenly, he felt a first spasm. Anaïs didn't stop, bit her lower lip, and sped up the rhythm.

He came quickly, without restraint, staining his underwear, his cheek pressed against hers and moaning in her ear.

Definitive proof that the student was a virgin.

"No doubt about it--you're the real thing!"

She let him go, sated by his shame.

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing. Go take a shower upstairs, brush your teeth; I'll join you soon... And don't touch yourself."

His crestfallen expression made her smile, without any cruelty.

She watched him scurry off with a strange gait, hoping he would use the toothbrush, still in its packaging, that he had brought a little earlier, just as she had required the day before. It was her ritual. Every novice brought a brand-new toothbrush that she collected afterward, when he left. That way each of them had a mouth clean enough to go down on her.

And the student added one more trophy to her collection.

She heard the soft sound of water coming from the bathroom and pictured him naked as a jaybird. From having held him in her hand for a while before he lost control, she knew he was rather well endowed. That only made him more appealing.

At the thought, she felt desire stirring.

She walked toward the living room, pulled off her short top and tossed it onto the couch, then did the same with her shorts. From behind, her silhouette was striking. Measuring five feet six inches for one hundred thirty pounds, the young woman was athletic without being overly muscular. The line of her shoulders and the upper part of her torso recalled those of a professional swimmer. Her skin lightly tanned for the season and now barefoot, she moved with grace, without a sound, like a cat, while her firm, rounded buttocks seemed to glide against each other with every step.

She soon slipped on a man's tank top.

It had belonged to one of her many conquests, just as inexperienced, before he got to know her that way, as the guy she had just sent off to shower. The garment covered her hips, falling almost to mid-thigh. Yes, she sometimes liked them tall and strong too.

An idea finally came to her.

She climbed the stairs to the second floor, made her way to the bathroom, and entered in silence, making sure her guest's toothbrush had been used.

The young man was rinsing off, the shower panel pulled shut. His incongruous modesty both touched and amused her, while Anaïs could make out his skinny outline through the glass. He flinched when he saw her step into the stall and hardened strongly as the water hit her long jet-black hair, plastering it against that sort of short-sleeved shirt that was too long for her. Her nipples poked through the increasingly soaked fabric. She considered the erect member.

It was rather long, around six inches, by two inches thick.

Good catch, she thought, before kissing him.

He let her, tasting her mouth, and when she was done he pulled her tight against him, which only excited him more.

He released her and the female student pointed to her tank top.

"Tear it off and help yourself. It's a gift."

"Are you sure?"

Rafael wondered if he wasn't simply dreaming.

Still hesitating, he then threw himself at the breasts hidden by the water-soaked fabric the way a starving man would grab two big ripe fruits with both hands. He handled them so roughly that she felt as if she were undergoing a medical exam. Still, it wasn't unpleasant. Not for him either, of course, since it was the first time he had ever touched a woman that way.

Excited in turn, she grew impatient.

"Tear this off me right now!"

This time the student didn't need to be asked twice. He stopped thinking, grabbed the fabric at the sternum, and yanked--too hard--in two opposite motions. Her chest burst free like a jack-in-the-box, bouncing. For once she was surprised by his lack of restraint and that relative violence, which made her salivate in advance and grow even wetter.

He seized her breasts, his eyes wild.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck," he repeated.

She held back a burst of laughter. The virgin's enthusiasm in all its glory, living every instant with passion, driven by the intense pleasure of discovery, with nothing to compare it to, of course, going from one first to the next, all of it mixed with the corruption of innocence. That was the fuel of her paraphilia, of her fetish for inexperience that refused to name itself. He was nineteen, like the young woman, but he acted like a kid on Christmas morning, tearing open his presents in a rush, ripping the paper without any care, not knowing where to look next.

All of it drove her crazy--and left her vulnerable.

The young man nibbled the soft flesh; she nearly swooned. After that he leaned in even farther and sucked the tip of one of her breasts while kneading them, pushing her until she was backed against the opposite wall of the stall. With her right hand she turned the faucet and the water pouring from the showerhead above them stopped. But she decided to take back control, loving to be in charge, taking pleasure in initiating each of the novices who fell into her hands--or between her thighs.

He felt her resist and let her push him back in turn.

Anaïs had completely freed herself, parting her partner's arms, then covering him with kisses on the neck, the chest, the stomach. He didn't have the heart to stop her when things were going so well. He watched her brush aside a strand of her long black hair that must have been in the way, before feeling her pink lips swallow his glans, pushing back the foreskin, sucking and squeezing in turn.

Rafael was amazed by the heat of that greedy mouth.

He couldn't get enough of these new sensations, realizing, against all expectations, his hottest fantasies--but here it was on a whole different scale. She swallowed him in one go, feeling every ridge, every vein, every curve of that stiff, already throbbing cock. Her posture forced her into a slight contortion, but she had seen worse. She took him all the way to the base, moving her head, while the tip of his penis teased the upper part of her esophagus. She knew he wouldn't last long. In truth, he didn't even have time to play with her hair the way so many of her lovers would have in the same situation.

He rolled his eyes, moaning, and came without warning.

The female student didn't lose a single drop as warm jets of cum flooded her throat. She swallowed several times, with a wet sound that echoed in the stall. When it was over, the novice turned the water back on and cleaned his shaft, before tearing off what was left of her long short-sleeved shirt.

They stayed under the shower for about twenty minutes.

She encouraged him to soap her up without doing anything herself--a task her guest carried out with great seriousness. The purity of his gestures, the care he took with her young body, touched her once again. She noticed how much those hands loved to feel up her generous breasts without restraint. The mere idea of being taken by a playmate who didn't deserve her excited her to the highest degree. In fact, it fed her own desires and her peculiar fantasies. Screwing a virgin, or even just being seen with him, was the kind of thing that made far more experienced guys who wanted her--and weren't used to being passed over--drool with envy. But there was something else that fascinated her about offering herself to a beginner: no man ever forgets his first partner.

She would haunt his thoughts until the grave.

The young woman left him without a single word, exiting the room and heading back to the living room completely naked, then got dressed again before discreetly going back up to her bedroom on the upper floor, opposite the bathroom. Tomorrow she would have to make it clear to the student that their honeymoon wouldn't last beyond the week. He would no doubt be saddened--they all were--but the risk of one-sided feelings settling in was far too great. From experience she knew it was better to set clear limits from the start. That would only make him more determined to push himself further, which would give her all the more pleasure.

She poured herself a drink and waited. He didn't take long to reappear.

Poking his head through the half-open door, he had a brief moment of doubt when he saw the room plunged in relative darkness, the shutters nearly half-closed--an hesitation that vanished the instant his eyes landed on the bed where she was.

That was where they talked for long minutes.

Anaïs was amused watching him clumsily try to hide his erect penis, sometimes with his forearm, sometimes with a trembling hand, while she listened to him. Also enrolled in a bachelor's degree in History, the young man had made it, not without brilliance, into his third year. For her part, she had earned excellent results, crowned with a "cum laude" mention that was judged promising. They had plenty of other things in common, such as video games and a preference for red wine.

He couldn't get enough of devouring her with his eyes.

She had expressive, attractive features that combined into a most pleasant oval face, enhanced by high cheekbones of the finest effect. He also liked the way her jaw, soft yet defined, formed an almost masculine angle, her straight, delicate nose worthy of a Byzantine empress's portrait, her warm complexion lightly tanned by the summer sun, and her eyes capable of shifting, in less than a second, from an innocent look to a blazing intensity.

Then, against all expectations, he took the initiative.

She saw him lean toward her face and kiss her full on the mouth while trying to remove her short top. And since no resistance was offered, he succeeded.

The student lay back slowly, languidly, her breasts staring at the ceiling, free to move, nipples hard under the soft light. She didn't say a word, as if to signal him to keep going. Rafael slid off her shorts while she helped by lifting her hips a little. He stared at her shaved pussy, mouth wide open, his heart pounding so hard he could hear the dull thud in his ears. His cock, already stiff to the point of aching, stood up against his scrawny belly.

She parted her thighs slightly and drew him in with her eyes, then with both hands gripping his shoulders. He positioned himself between her legs, his body feverish with excitement and apprehension. His bony knees sank into the mattress on either side of her wide, feminine hips. His member came into contact with the moist entrance of his partner's vagina, while the skin covering his penis met an unexpected warmth, a slippery softness that had nothing to do with the palm of the hand he usually used to relieve himself, noting the presence of a small, discreet hollow--almost indecent--an anatomical invitation to deeper exploration.

She smiled at him, parting her lips slightly.

"Push in slowly. Take your time."

The initial sensation hit him like a physical shock. An almost burning heat, far more intense than anything the student had imagined during his years of solitude. This was no longer the dry, controlled pressure of his fingers, nor the cold caress of air on taut skin. No--it was a living, moist envelope that closed deliciously around him from the very first inch.

As his penis sank a little deeper, he felt a soft but firm resistance, an elasticity yielding gradually. In truth, every extra fraction of an inch inside brought at the same time a new wave of heat and tension. He felt the inner walls cling to him, squeezing him like a sheath that was too tight and yet perfectly matched to the dimensions and shape of his cock.

The young woman was wet with desire, easing the novice's first journey into her while heightening the friction. Carefully, he advanced further, with calculated slowness--partly because he was afraid of hurting her, and partly because every movement threatened to push him over the edge. His arms were already trembling, from excitement and under the weight of his own body.

She was in heaven, surprised by the unusual rigidity of this inexperienced cock of good size--firmer than many she had known, stretched to the extreme, without the slightest softness--and further aroused by the small involuntary jerks of her lover's pelvis that betrayed his total lack of control. After that she raised her knees a little and placed her hands on his bony shoulder blades to encourage him to keep going.

Anaïs let herself be carried by the sensation of slow filling, of pressure building inch by inch without any rush. She delighted in the relative weight of his body above hers, in the way his protruding ribs pressed against her voluptuous chest at regular intervals, in the warm, ragged breath that brushed her neck and ear.

The young man was now fully inside her.

With his pubis pressed against hers, the bones of their respective pelvises almost touching, a wave of pleasure swept through him with such intensity that he closed his eyes and held back a cry. It was as if his entire being had concentrated into a single point between her athletic legs with their shapely calves that he already knew.

The moist heat of her flesh surrounded him on all sides, and the internal muscles of his lover contracted slightly around him, by reflex, without her controlling it. He remained still for several seconds, breathing hard through his mouth, fighting the urge to come. He felt as if he were being swallowed, melting, losing himself body and soul. His penis throbbed inside her, every beat of his heart amplified by the intimate contact. The pressure was constant, uniform--a sublime embrace that never loosened.

The female student shifted her hips and the new friction made him moan, before Rafael began his very first withdrawal. The air around his glistening cock felt, by pure contrast, surprisingly cool. After that he plunged back in, piercing that welcoming vulva with renewed satisfaction. The return into the flesh was even more intense, the heat welcoming him again--deeper, more assertive, tighter.

He repeated the same movement, clumsy.

She found his thrusts indecisive, sometimes too fast, sometimes too hesitant. She felt the full length of his cock when it knocked against her cervix. Some women found that deeply uncomfortable, but not her. His presence, his constant rigidity, the fact that he never softened even for a short moment, gave her a pleasant, continuous pressure.

Little by little she felt the pleasure growing in her lower belly.

The student, for his part, was discovering unsuspected nuances compared to his masturbation sessions. When the head of his cock touched the end of her vagina, he perceived something a little softer, smoother, while an electric wave shot up his spine all the way to the base of his skull. He had also noticed that only the first few inches of his shaft were tightly gripped by the inner walls, while the deeper part of the vagina widened slightly before narrowing again near the cervix.

Every re-entry was a new shock, feeling the young woman's pussy hold him tighter, almost sucking him back in with each withdrawal, making him shiver from the nape of his neck to his toes.

The smell of their mixed skins, a little salty and musky, the constant wet sound of their bodies joining a little more tightly, the taste of her lips when he kissed her eagerly--everything added to the sensory overload.

She knew the young man was afraid he wouldn't last very long, seeing him slow down, but she decided otherwise. Instead she stroked his back, encouraged him by murmuring in his ear, and tightened her thighs around his waist--just enough to remind herself that he was still an instrument poorly mastered but already powerful, with a raw fervor that moved her far more than many expert techniques.

Because she loved the look on his face when he thrust into her all the way to the womb--a beautiful mix of amazement, concentration, and the intense happiness of someone exploring a new continent. Caught up in her own game, she squeezed her legs even tighter, which had the effect of driving him deeper than ever.

Anaïs sighed with excitement while rolling her hips. She felt that thick shaft, hard as steel, rocking inside her vagina, pressing the walls, stretching the sheath of flesh, deforming the inside of her pussy. He almost stopped breathing.

She released her hold, then tightened again.

For a moment he nearly came. It had been a close call, but it was only postponing the inevitable. She released once more, then squeezed him harder. Her clit was screaming for mercy, while with every contraction Rafael impaled himself on her cervix, feeling the base of his cock now strangled by a true vise of moist, hot flesh.

She sped up the rhythm, tearing a moan from both of them.

The student watched her partner's head nestle into the hollow of her neck. He came in a long groan, and she kept going even harder, multiplying her own pleasure. Every time she tightened her thighs around his waist, a jet of scalding cum flooded her insides, determined to empty his balls.

Her own breathing quickened and she came in turn.

He fed on the pleasure he was giving her, and his own exploded, reaching new heights. His cock kept sliding even though the pincer grip was almost painful.

She clenched and released her hold until she could take no more.

When they couldn't go any further, he bit her by reflex, and the young woman stopped, surprised by the intensity of her orgasm.

The student was about to pull out when she stopped him.

"No, stay inside. You can get hard again without pulling out."

Still out of breath, he asked her how to do it.

Then she crossed her ankles low on his back, forcing him to stay as deep as possible, his cock barely less rigid than a minute earlier. He remained pressed tight against her, still trembling, unable to move, his breath nearly cut off, his open mouth resting on her shoulder. Without delay she rolled her hips so he would regain his erection, knowing that a man who had still been a virgin an hour before would get even harder afterward.

He could feel his own cum bathing him inside her.

Anaïs slowly undulated her pelvis, building in intensity, which triggered precious jolts of pleasure in the young man, while she already felt her pussy tightening around the base of him. Operational again, he started moving in turn, grinding into her with a little more confidence. She surrendered the controls to him, curious to see what he would do with them.

He wasn't the clumsiest virgin of the month.

She dreamed of the three full days they still had left, of everything they could share. He looked her straight in the eyes, scanning her face for the slightest sign of pleasure. Something had changed in him. He felt it, and each of them knew it--it was that palpable. Sunday evening she would whisper in his ear those words she had repeated a hundred times before him, without any fear of ever being proven wrong: "You will never forget me."