I Dated a Teenage Virgin.

A long, detailed account of dating a repressed young girl.

This Series:
I Dated a Teenage Virgin
A Drunken Encounter
Rebound Relationship

I met Silvi, a young Lebanese Christian girl while working at the plant. She had recently started and I had a chance to talk to her explaining part of her job. She was a cute but shy girl from a strict family. I found out later that the extent of her experience with sex was slow dancing in the school gym and kissing a boy on the dance floor. Her parents did not allow her to date in high school, but now that she was an adult in the workforce they gave her consent. Not only did they keep her from dating they didn't allow her many friends that were girls and spoke out against having friends who were promiscuous.

I was five-ten and she was about four inches shorter. She was smart, but not very knowledgeable about current events or the world. Her parents sheltered her and kept her mostly at home when she was not at school. She had a petite body with nice mounded breasts. She dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide her breasts or the curve of her ass in her jeans.

She made an effort to run into me at work and talk every day. it was apparent that she was inexperienced and I never told her about my past. After flirting with her for weeks, she agreed to go to the movies with me.

I took her to a drive-in. It was early spring, and the car was cooling off into the night. She had a nice sweater on, but I was getting cold. I folded my arms across my chest, and she noticed and asked me "What was wrong?". I told her I was cold. The distance between us disappeared and we spent the second half of the movie making out.

She was light, so I easily held her in my arms as she straddled my leg and kissed me. We didn't say a word and kept kissing and moving against me until the end credits of the movie started. I knew she was a virgin, so I kept my hands out of her sweater and only casually brushed up against her breasts to feel them. They were two nice grapefruits under that thick sweater. I had my hands on her back, but I would move them and feel the shape of her ass in her jeans. She was pushing against my hardon, but she acted like she didn't know it was there. The stereotype of steamed windows is definitely true. When the movie ended, she moved away from me and asked me to take her home.

As I stopped in front of her house she said, "You planned that."

"Planned what?"

"To get me in that car and take advantage of me."

That was how our date ended, with a strange accusation on her part. I think she had guilt over making out with me. I am sure her mother had warned her about boys and their manipulations.

I was very pleased with the date until her accusation. I had never kissed a girl for so long, and never wanted to, it always led to something else, but the kissing was the point with Silvi. She enjoyed it so much. I suppose because she barely had a chance to do it before. Every time I stopped kissing her and looked towards the screen she would start up again. When I pointed out that the movie had ended a strong change came over her. I didn't understand it. I thought that might be our first and last date.

The first days back at work she barely talked to me but then she asked me to take her out again. Our dates didn't feature any alone time, which I think was by her design. Nor did I meet her parents. When we did date, she just wanted to hold hands or walk with my arm around her shoulder. I did that for a couple dates. One time, with my arm around her shoulder I could see into her blouse and I enjoyed the shape of her breasts. Her bra was loose and I saw her nipple. Small pleasures.

After nothing but short kisses, one day on a walk I kissed her forcefully and put my hand against her chest feeling the shape of her tits through her shirt. She kind froze up. I stopped kissing her when she did not respond. When I dropped her off, she said she felt 'like a piece of meat.'

I just about had it. Although I knew from our first date that she could feel passion, she was just not allowing herself to let go. So, I stopped talking to her. After a week, she came up to me and said, "I thought you liked me."

I told her I wasn't interested in holding hands and kissing her on her cheek.

I wish I had met another girl, but without anything else to do I ended up taking her on another date. I told her she had to relax and not guilt me or we couldn't date. I deliberately took her parking and to my surprise she started making out with me with the same passion she had on our first date. We grinded against each other until I thought my dick would die. She straddled my legs and dragged her hips up and down pressing the crotch of her jeans against the top of my leg. The longer we grinded the wilder her kisses became. I shifted her upward as she was grinding and pressed my face up against her tits in her shirt. Then it happened. She orgasmed. It was like no other orgasm I experienced. Her body shuddered. I felt her erect nipples through her shirt. She didn't complain when I grabbed her ass. She made strange little noises. It went on and on for so long I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm or something else. When she finally rolled off me, she was flushed and sleepy looking. She kissed me a few more times and then told me that she was already late to get home. She didn't acknowledge the massive bulge in my pants.

I was addicted. I loved her orgasm. The slow build up, the reluctance, she even said a couple of times "we should stop", but she didn't. The older woman I had dated and my girlfriend from the past never orgasmed so wildly. With Silvi, the endless rubbing and French-kissing led to an orgasm without direct physical stimulation other than what she got through her jeans. It was pure magic.

But how did I feel after going home? I was hard the entire time and it felt strange when I got home. I went from semi-erect to hard every time I thought of her. Finally I decided to masturbate, but it was a mistake. I had a strained orgasm. I usually masturbated with a playboy magazine open, but lately I had been stroking myself off thinking of Silvi's breasts or ass and imagining the things I might get her to do.

The next time I got her alone we kissed for a long time. Her breathing changed and she lifted her head and she said "we have to stop." I held her gently and kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her eyebrows. She put her lips against mine. We kissed slowly but after a few minutes our tongues were exploring each other's lips and she started dragging her hips back and forth over my leg. I could tell when she was getting close. I felt her tits under her shirt but over her bra. I grabbed at her ass. I slid my fingers around her ass and along the front of her jeans as she grinded. She wouldn't stop, and she didn't complain. She started to orgasm breathing into my mouth rather than kissing, but after a minute she seemed to stop and she started kissing again, then a few minutes later she started again. As I held her breasts in my hands she jerked her crotch against the bulge in my pants. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes. The whole time I was attuned to her body. I felt every vibration, every sharp breath. There was no doubt this time. She left a wet spot on my jeans.

On the drive home, she started to complain that what we were doing was wrong, that I should keep my hands out of her shirt, that she felt dirty. When she got out of the car at her house there was enough light to see that the crotch of her pants was wet.

When I got home my dick seemed a little red. I decided not to masturbate. I got through the night without a wet dream but as I was waking up I started to remember Silvi panting on top of me. It was throbbing and after holding it gently for a while and picturing Silvi, I grabbed my shirt from the night before and stroked myself until I shot a massive load into it.

She must have known what she was doing to me. Then again, she had no experience. In between dates I would see her at work and whisper into her ear how gorgeous she was.

On our next date, I undid her bra. First, she complained and put it back on, but as she got closer to orgasming, I unhooked it again and I gently played with her little mounds and massaged her nipples with my fingers. This time she didn't orgasm twice, just one long powerful orgasm and a shout into my ear. This time I pointed out the wetness between her legs. She said it must be 'sweat'.

Three time now, she had orgasmed on our date and acted completely innocent. Was it possible that she didn't even understand what she was doing? That night I had my first Silvi wet dream of frustration. We were at work and she was talking to me and ignoring the massive bulge in my pants. Other people walked by and looked and quickly looked away. I couldn't stop myself from being erect. Silvi kept talking as if nothing was happening. I was in my office chair and suddenly I was in my underwear. I was tented and my co-workers tried not to notice. Then my dick started pumping.

I decided that I would press the issue on our next date and get something that I wanted.

We went parking during the day on a Saturday and Silvi was getting worked up kissing me and she climbed on top of me and started her grinding. I shifted her to the side and tilted the chair back. I told her I wanted to see her breasts. She immediately said 'no'.

I moved over to the driver's seat and told her I would drive her home.

"What? You want to leave? Don't you want to kiss me?"

"Yes." I answered, "But first I want to kiss your breasts."

She didn't have a response. I moved back towards her and started unbuttoning her blouse. When her shirt was off, I asked her to take off her bra. She whined for a second, but when I stared at her without saying anything she unstrapped her bra and removed it. The seat was reclined and she lay back. Her breasts looked great. It was a charged moment for me as I leaned in and kissed gently above and below her nipples, and between her breasts. I rubbed a nipple with my open mouth and then extended my tongue. I gently used my tongue on her hard nipples and felt the areolas. Silvi made strange noises, almost as if she wanted to complain, but the words would turn into a whine and I couldn't understand what they were.

After a long time her breathing was becoming ragged. I was tempted on rubbing the front of her jeans with my hand, but I was waiting for her to make a move. She finally did. She put her hands on my head and lifted it and said "We should stop."

I looked down at her. Goddamn she had a great pair of tits. A little bid of cleavage. An nice tummy too. I wanted to kiss it, but she was busy putting on her bra then her shirt.

I asked her if she wanted to kiss, but she sat there red-faced, breathing heavy and replied that I should take her home.

On the drive home she said. "That was wrong. That was so bad."

I expected this reaction and I was ready. "We don't have to do it again." I paused to let her consider this as I drove. "We should stop dating. This could be our last date."

"What? Don't say that!"

She often made negative remarks after we fooled around and I was tired of it. We drove silently back to her house. She made sure to kiss me before she left the car. At work she could tell from the way that looked at her that I wanted to take off her shirt again. We didn't talk about it, but she was enthusiastic about me calling her my girlfriend in front of a co-worker.

The following weekend I had her out in my car after dark and we found a nice private place to make out. She was straddling my leg again and getting worked up and I asked to see her breasts again.

She was almost panting but she resisted. I waited and insisted and she lifted up her t-shirt and unbuttoned her bra. I lifted her with my leg and and started licking and sucking on her nipples. Her breasts hung nicely. Larger than average and firm as only an 18 year old could be. She started to drag her crotch along my pants and breathing noisily. I thought she was about to cum. Then she stopped. She fixed her bra and pulled down her shirt. We sat beside each other and talked.

"I feel so odd when you do that." She said. "Why do you want to kiss them so much?"

I held her and gave her soft kisses on her neck and cheek. "Because you are so beautiful. I want to feel them with my lips."

After a few minutes talking and kissing she started kissing me back. Her tongue was darting into my mouth and she was pulling at my lips. Then she stopped.

"Will?"

"Yes."

"Would you......... umm... would you kiss my breasts?"

I lifted her shirt, before she could take off her bra completely I had pulled her forward and had my tongue darting on nipples. She straddled my legs. I had to lift her with my thigh so that she could rest on my leg and have her tits in front of my face. I sucked her nipple into my mouth hard. She pulled away with a pop and moved forward aiming her other breast at me. I suckled and licked and pulled back and watched her nipples shake as she dragged her crotch against the top of my jeans. I had my mouth on one breast and my fingers on the other when she orgasmed. She shouted. Loud. Then she caught herself and convulsed against against me as she whimpered.

When she finally stilled, she was breathing heavily against my face. She pulled her shirt down and slid off of me. It was the most obvious orgasm I had ever experienced but I said nothing.

When I dropped her off she kissed me sweetly. There were no complaints or remonstrations. My jeans were wet were she straddled me. I am sure hers were soaked. She hadn't rubbed directly against my cock, because I had to lift her with my leg, but I was longing for release. That night I found a large wet spot in my underwear where I had leaked. I wondered if she understood how difficult it was for me, but then I concluded she didn't - who would have told her?

Our relationship was never better. At work she met me for every break and lunch. The whole plant knew we were dating. She met my parents and I met her mother the next time I picked her up on a date.

The next time we parked she was getting into it. It only took a few minutes for her to start tonguing me and grinding against me. I had previously tried to recline the seat all the way but she had complained and told me to keep the seat up. This time when I did it she didn't comment. She slid on top of me, her whole body on mine and kissed me. We kissed for a long time. My erection was pushing up my jeans. She shifted and her crotch was on top of it. She positioned her hands to support herself and rubbed my tent with her crotch. She stopped briefly to unhook her bra and lift her shirt. I was staring at her tits swaying as she pressed her weight against my cock. It was too much. I felt like I was going to cum. But I didn't and it continued. She guided my hand to her breast and made quick movements over me.

I couldn't take it. I pushed her to one side and opened the passenger door and got out. I balanced myself against the car and she came out adjusting her shirt.

"What's wrong Will?"

I didn't tell her the truth. I just said. "I have to go get a drink."

We drove to a convenience store and bought some drinks. As we sat under a flickering light I slowly sipped my pop.

"What's wrong Will?" She was staring at me with some concern.

I could not believe that she hadn't figured it out. I decided I might as well tell her. "I just can't. It's too much." Then I whispered. "I have to take it out. You have to put your hand on it."

I thought I had crossed the line. I expected her to angrily tell me to drive her home. But to my surprise, she answered "Ok."

I drove back to our parking spot and after some brief kissing I lowered my jeans and underwear. Never had it been more rigid. She looked at it with a shocked look on her face. I don't know if it was the first she had seen so close and so hard, or if she didn't like the look of it in general. I said, "Your hand." She reluctantly reached over and gently held onto it. I looked down at her fingers wrapped around my shaft. I couldn't believe she was holding it. It throbbed and she pulled her hand away for a moment and then held it again. "You have to move your hand up and down."

She moved her hand up and down with her fingers lightly brushing and tugging the skin of my shaft. Then she stopped. I told her to continue.

After a while she asked with distress in her voice, "For how long?"

"Keep going." Slow and steady she stroked my shaft mostly with her fingertips. After a long while I was on edge, but the stroking wasn't enough to make me cum.

"Can I stop now?"

I put my hand over hers and made her stroke more forcefully as she complained. "Oh Will, what are you doing?"

"A bit more." I begged her. I managed to slide her hand over my shaft a few more times, then I shot out. Straight up in the air a loop of cum spurted and then came down again followed by numerous more landing onto my leg and her arms and our hands.

There was panic in her voice. "Oh my God Will. What did you do?" She stared horrified at the gob of cum on her forearm.

"Sorry." I actually said sorry. I felt like a fucking fool for that afterwards.

"Just clean up." She obsessively got some tissue and made me clean up as best we could. I asked her if she wanted to continue kissing. I was hoping I could get her off as well, but she said "Gawd no. Please take me home."

From her reaction I think she never understood that a man shoots sperm out of his dick. Maybe the thought it was an internal thing, or that it only happened between a man and a wife during 'proper' sex.

The following Monday she was mad at me at work. "That was disgusting!"

"Well, that is what it is. We can't kiss and fool around without that happening. I know that you came as well. All that wetness in the front of your jeans."

"That wasn't a mess. I didn't shoot all over the car."

"Not totally, but you got some on my jeans."

"You're disgusting. I can't talk to you." Then she walked away.

The next day when she asked me if we were going to date again, I told her we would, but that if we kissed for a while I would need to 'shoot out' my sperm, or I would be too uncomfortable to continue.

"Do you even love me?" She asked.

Like a fool I said yes. Fuck I wanted to touch her pussy so bad. I was mesmerized by her body, by her wicked orgasm. I had to feel it with my fingers on her pussy. I wanted to feel it with my tongue. "If we do it again, I have to touch you down there as well."

"No Will. That's sex. I am not going to have sex before we are married."

"Well, I can't take you out on a date again then. It's up to you."


She did date me again. This time she agreed to come back to the room I was renting. I made sure my housemates were away. She was in my bedroom standing looking down at my bed. The room was immaculate. I knew how she felt about dirty things.

"We can't go too far. Only what we agreed to." She stated.

She had agreed to put her hand on it and that I could touch her down there as well. We had to keep our clothes on and I couldn't 'make a mess.'

I started to kiss her gently on the neck. When she responded after a while, I pulled her towards the bed until we were sitting on the edge. I took my time. I loved her build up, all the reluctance, all the times she said, "We shouldn't".

She reached a point when we were lying down, and she was really kissing me and grinding her body against mine. I let that go on as long as I could stand it. I knew I would have to cum first or it wouldn't happen. So, I shifted her over and pulled down my pants and underwear enough for it to spring out. She looked at it for a while then went and got some tissue and then started to gently stroke it. This time when she did it, she didn't look disgusted. She kind of stared at it with some fascination. I showed her how to adjust her grip. I asked her to rub my balls, which she did with a little complaint "It feels gross". She started stroking me faster, this time I didn't have to help her. She used one hand and held tissues in her other. "Let me know when you are going to!"

She was stroking me at a good pace. I whispered "Faster" a few times. I looked down at her hand, I looked at her face, she had a slight look of disdain. I was getting on edge. I held out to the last moment. "I'M GONNA CUM!"

She put the tissue over it and stopped stroking. "DON'T STOP."

She stroked a few more times and I groaned and shot my load into the tissue. Some cum got past the soaked tissues as three were not enough to avoid some mess on her hand.

"Oh Will, it's too much!" She complained.

I lay on my bed while she cleaned up with extra tissue. Then she threw one at me and told me to clean up and pull up my pants.

After she washed up in the bathroom she came back. She sat on the bed next to me. "Was that so awful?" I asked her.

She answered by kissing me. For a while she kissed and grinded on top of me. For the first time I was comfortable and didn't have a massive erection. I started to unbutton her shirt. I took off her bra. I stared at those little mounds. Her nipples were hard. I gently touched them with my fingers. Then I rolled her so that she was on her back. I lowered my mouth towards her breast and extended my tongue to contact the tip of one of her nipples. She whined a complaint as I rolled my tongue. I flicked one then the other as my hand roamed over her stomach and her jeans. I gently kissed one then the other and then I held one in my lips and gently pressed my tongue against it. I stopped and shifted up and kissed her on the lips for a while. Then my hand drifted down and started to unbutton her jeans.

"Can I keep my jeans on please?"

I stopped unbuttoning and slipped my fingers into the top of her jeans. It was tight but I slid them into her underwear and felt her wet pussy. It was soaked. My fingertips found her pussy lips through a thin layer of pubes, and I ran my fingers along them as best as I could in that tight space.

"Don't stick your finger in!"

"I won't." I assured her.

For a long time, I gently rubbed her as she lay back. I kissed her cheek and rubbed. I looked down at her nipples. I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Somehow it was getting even wetter down there.

She turned slightly towards me and kissed me and tongued my lips. "More." she demanded. I pushed my hand farther and rubbed her patch with three fingers. "More." I rubbed her faster. My wrist was held down by her tight jeans and the movement of my hand was shifting her up and down. She arched her back and then started to shake. It was like extreme cold was gripping her and her body shook all over. Her head tilted back, and her eyes rolled. I felt movement against my fingers. I held them against her pussy and felt the convulsions. She moaned like a whimpering dog as I kissed her cheek. She grabbed my arm and held still with my fingers still pressed against her wet separated folds. Her body shuddered a few more times then she asked me to pull my hand up.

I removed my hand. She lay breathing heavily for a while. I was looking at her nipples until she pulled her shirt over her chest. As she rolled away and got off the bed, I saw that her jeans were wet even from behind. As she left the room I found a wet spot on my bed sheet.

She came back into the room after a few minutes. I was sitting up and had put my shirt back on. She sat next to me. I looked at her face. She was crying.

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh Will. We shouldn't be doing this. What is the matter with us? We can't do this."

I was so messed up in my thinking and so enthralled by her I actually felt sad for her.

"Don't be sad. It's only natural."

"I feel like an animal." she said dejectedly.

"Before you met me, you must have touched yourself down there. Did you ever wake up from a dream feeling all wet down there?"

"Yes, but it's sinful. I try not to."

"We are just helping each other out. That is all. It's what two people do when they love each other."

She looked at me with a sudden happy look. "Do you? Do you love me?"

I was so whipped that I replied "Of course."

"Will you buy me a promise ring?"

"Sure. I guess."

She had one all picked out. Within the week I had gotten it for her and taken her to dinner and given it to her. For the next few months, we dated. She jerked me off whenever we could, and I rubbed her pussy eventually getting her to take off her pants but leave her underwear on. I would rub her pussy for so long that the wetness would run down between her thighs and soak whatever was beneath her.

When on a bed or a couch I placed a towel under her. After she left a wet stain on the passenger seat of my car, I started bringing a clean towel on our date. She returned home so many times with wet panties I wondered how her mother never found out about us.

If I got her off first and if our date lasted long enough, I could reluctantly get her going again and make her cum a second time. Her second orgasm needed a much longer buildup than her first. She was more reluctant the second time, but once I got her going I had more time to enjoy her tits and feel her ass. On a couple of long date she dutifully jerked me to completion a second time.

To avoid her soaking her panties she would pull them down a bit and I would get a good look at her pubes and her tight little virgin vagina. Sometimes she would roll away or get up and I would see her smooth naked ass.

I complemented her ass once and she looked all embarrassed. "You say the strangest things."

Spring turned to summer, and I tried to get her to move on to oral. She laughed the first time I suggested it. "That is what prostitutes do", she told me. I offered to do it to her, multiple times. I begged her to let me kiss it. We never did, and every time she jerked me, she held a tissue over it. Near the end of summer, I asked her to kiss it for my birthday.

"Just kiss it?"

"No, I want you to hold it in your mouth."

"I can't Will. That wet stuff that leaks from the tip will get in my mouth."

"Well, you could lick around the tip."

She looked disturbed by the prospect. "I guess I could lick around it." She finally decided.

"If you did put it in your mouth, it's not the dirty stuff. It's just a little liquid."

She gave me a dirty look, but didn't respond.

The day of my birthday, I pressured her again. She agreed she would after I took her to an expensive restaurant. I reclined in the passenger seat and she knelt in front of the seat. She wanted me to keep my pants on, so she unzipped me and pulled it out of my underwear. She held it for a moment and looked up at me, then she moved forward and put her lips against the bottom of my shaft and I felt her tongue scraping it. She kissed and licked the sides and the edge of my glans. In a few minutes I was taking sharp breaths. She stopped and stared at the my tip. I looked down to see why she stopped. Then I realized she was examining my tip to see if any pre-cum had leaked. It hadn't. She plunged her lips down and the top half of my cock disappeared into her mouth.

I gasped. She looked up at me. She held me in her mouth. I stared down at her tensely. She wasn't moving. I realized she was doing exactly what I had asked her to do. To hold it in her mouth.

Then she lifted her head. My glans glistened. "Was that ok?"

"That was great baby, but you have to move your head up and down a bit."

"No way. You might shoot it in my mouth."

"I won't. I promise. I will warn you. I always warn you."

"You better."

She slid her lips up and down my shaft. After a while she even explored the tip with her tongue. 'Oh my God.' I muttered.

She pulled up. "Are you going to?"

"NO! Don't stop. I will tell you."

She started up again but stopped when I started breathing heavily. I begged her to continue. Twice more I got worked up and she lifted her head to ask me if I was going to. I promised her I would warn her, and she started again. Thankfully she was sliding her lips farther down my shaft and she was scraping her tongue against the bottom of my glans. I was coming close, but this time I held my breath. I was afraid she was going to stop so I waited until the last moment. I was almost there so I said "Pull up."

Her lips were far down on my shaft so she moved until her lips were just under my glans. She was holding the head in her mouth. It was almost too late. "I'm cumming!"

I came as she was lifting her head. I shot my load in her face. She let out a scream of complaint even as my dick continued to flex and pump at her. She was kneeling in front of me with cum on her nose, and an eyebrow. I grabbed some tissue, but she hit my hands and grabbed the tissue herself.

She cleaned herself off as best she could while she loudly complained. "Why didn't you warn me?!"

"I told you to pull up."

She insisted I take her to a store to buy a bottle of water. She was cleaning her face when she found more cum in her hair. As she cleaned herself off she said "I am never doing that again."

"Do you want to go back for a while?"

She didn't answer but I stopped in a secluded place close to her house. I reached across and rubbed the crotch of her jeans. In a few minutes I had my hand in her pants and she orgasmed as I kissed her neck and cheek.


Never turned out to be three dates. I got her to do it again. This time when I got close, she would switch to her hands and jerk me until I spilled my semen into tissue. We fell into that routine. I got some oral most times and I put my fingers in her underwear once or twice each date.

One night I asked her if she could taste my precum. She admitted that she could. I told her that she could keep her mouth on it until I came.

"And have you shoot in my mouth? Only a dirty whore would allow someone to shoot in their mouth."

"It's like the precum." I explained. "There is just more of it, and you could spit it out into a tissue right after."

"I can't believe that you would want to shoot your dirty cum in my mouth. If you ever do I will never go on another date with you ever." She said with conviction and I believed her.

I was desperate to expand our routine. When I had her alone in my room I managed to get her underwear completely off. I ran my hands along her legs and her inner thighs. I could see her pussy getting wet. I brought my mouth close to it and asked if I could kiss it.

"Don't you dare, if you did I could never kiss you again."

"I kiss you after you lick me down there."

"Well, you're stupid." I know it sounds like a funny line, but she was serious.

Another time in the car, when she was getting close to finishing I hand my hand on her bare ass. As I grabbed at her ass, a couple fingers slid into her crack. I pushed them a little deeper as I kissed her and rubbed her pussy. She grabbed my arm and said "Watch where your putting your fingers!"

Silvi had her limits. She kissed me on the mouth and cock, but nowhere else. I could kiss her anywhere but on her pussy or ass. One time I gave her a quick kiss on the ass cheek and she told me not to do it again.

I begged her to let me kiss her pussy just once, or just quickly. I often kissed her belly or thighs, but never did she give me permission to put my mouth on her lovely little triangle.

I finally had a plan to get her naked and to let me lick it. She had gotten tickets to Bruce Springsteen and wanted me to take her to the concert. It was two hours away. She said her parents would let us stay away overnight.

"Why would they let you stay overnight with me?" I asked.

"Because we are both virgins."

I didn't correct her. I took her out to the concert and booked an room at a nice motel. I was the gentleman when we got back after the concert and only kissed her and didn't suggest more than taking off our shirts. She started getting worked up. I didn't put my hand down her pants, I just kept up with the kissing and touching through our pants until she was almost panting. Then I suggested we take a shower.

"Together?"

"Yeah sure. You always talk about being clean."

She didn't want to get in the shower at the same time as me, but I cajoled her in. I was gentle with her and washed her shoulders and back. She looked great. I got a good look at her backside as she shyly stood turned away from me. I looked over her shoulders at the water rolling down her breast and pouring off her nipples. She avoided looking at my erection and tried not to bump into it. She asked me to get out and let her finish. Ever the gentleman, I left the shower and waited for her in bed.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a tshirt and underwear. I could see her nipples through the shirt so I knew her bra was off. I was laying back naked on the bed with a huge erection. "Will. Put on some underwear please!"

"Why? I am just going to take it off."

"I am not going to get in bed until you cover up that thing."

I put on some underwear and pulled her onto the bed. We started to kiss. I took it slow. I pulled up her tshirt and licked her nipples. She rolled on top of me and my erection in my underwear poked against her underwear. "Could you wear your pants please?" She asked.

"No way. If it's in your way, maybe you should take care of it."

She shifted down and pulled down my underwear. She grabbed it with one hand and put it into her mouth. She moved up and down with her lips and even used her tongue. Everything was great. I had been nice to her all day, and I had been affectionate for the last hour working her into a partial frenzy. I was good at telling when she was ready to orgasm, and I had kept her close to that threshold before the shower and now she was licking and kissing my shaft with some passion and not mechanically. There was only one more step. I shifted on the bed so that she was more to one side, and I pulled at her tshirt.

She lifted her head up. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to take it off. You're so beautiful I want to see."

She grabbed at it and pulled it back.

"Cmon sweetie, it will help. I get so turned on by you that I won't last long."

A look of anger came over her face. "You better not make a mistake again!"

"No. I wouldn't baby. It was just my first time. I will warn you; I promise."

She let go of her shirt and I pulled it over her head. She was on her knees in just her panties. What a great little body she had. She bent back over and lowered her mouth over my cock. I leaned back against the pillow and concentrated on the feel of her lips sliding gently up and down my shaft. She used her tongue again for a while. God she was in the mood. It was the best head she had ever given me. It was so good I was getting close. My body spasmed and my hips shifted as I thrust my cock in her mouth. She pulled up all the way until she was just resting her lips on my tip. She didn't like me thrusting. I held still and she lowered herself down along my shaft again. To my amazement she tongued my glans and kept her lips tight on my shaft as she raised and lowered. In the clear light of the hotel the sight of her tits swaying as she raised and lowered her mouth on my cock was putting me on edge much quicker than I expected.

I was close. Everything had to go well for the next step in my plan. I waited a few more seconds as she raised and lowered her mouth with her tight lips on my shaft then I warned her. She pressed some tissue over it and stroked me. I was staring at her tits swaying as her arm moved up and down as she pumped me. I let a long low groan and then a gasp. She held my dick against the tissue as it flexed and pumped. When it finally stopped she ran her hand up the shaft expelling the last of my juice into a tissue.

Some had spilled down my shaft, but she didn't complain, she just handed me some more tissue and left the bed topless. She went into the bathroom as I cleaned up and put my underwear on. I could hear the water running and then the sound of her brushing her teeth. She had left her shirt off and when she returned, I could tell that she wanted me to finish her. "Put your pants on Will."

She always wanted my pants on when I did her. She liked to grind up against me for a while before I used my hand, and if I only had underwear on, I would soon get erect again and it might slip out of my underwear. I dutifully put on my pants and took her hand and pulled onto the bed. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head away. "How can you, after what I just did?"

"Oh baby. I love you so much, I can't think like that. I just want to kiss you all over."

She was in no mood to argue and soon she was on top of me as we kissed, and she moved her crotch over one of my legs and started to grind. She was close. She wanted it. I shifted her up and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I flicked it vigorously, which could lead to a complaint but this time she only moaned. "Oh William!"

She was pressing against my leg even harder, so I made my move. I rolled her onto her back and started kissing and licking all around her tits and along her neck and shoulders. I moved around as she squirmed and sighed. She was so close. She grabbed my hand and pushed it down towards her underwear. I moved it along her belly, grabbed the top of her underwear and pulled it down till it was past her feet and I flung it off the bed. I had my head below her breasts kissing them from beneath then turned and kissed her on the stomach, I kissed and tickled with my tongue lower and lower until I was beneath her belly button. I slid lower and pushed the tip of my tongue against the top of her pubes. My lips filled with her pubes as I shifted lower.

"What are you doing?" I pressed my tongue outward into her tight folds. "Stop it!" She twisted sideways and my face pressed down against her ass. She squirmed away and slid out from my grip. She was on all fours halfway down the bed moving away from me as I grabbed her calves and stopped her. She pulled against my grip as I held firm. Her ass wiggled as she squirmed. She had narrow legs and although her knees were together, she had a little gap between her thighs at the top that you could see through to her pubes. I pulled her backwards and lunged forward until my face was right against her ass, my lips were filling the gap between her thighs making contact with the bottom of her pussy. I extended my tongue.

She struggled. "Let go!" She extended her body so that she forced herself into a prone position. I slid upwards and buried my face in her butt cheeks. I was licking wildly from the top of her crack to as low as I could between her anus and her pubes.

"Oh Will." The weight of my body held her legs down and I pressed hard into her ass with my face. I extended my tongue farther in until I felt her tight wrinkled spot. She stopped trying to move and I tongued her asshole as she whimpered. After a while I could feel her breathing increase. For the next few minutes, the room was silent except for the sounds of my licking, her light moaning and a television playing through the wall. I relaxed my grip a bit, and she raised her ass and moved her knees apart. She moaned as I drilled deep inside her ass. I helped her higher with my hands and I started licking the pubes at the very bottom of her pussy. I lifted her a little higher and I could extend my tongue along along her pussy and it separated hairy folds. I kept licking her, afraid to break the spell. She wasn't struggling to get away.

"Oh Will. Oh Gawd." She adjusted her knees and lifted her ass even higher as she lowered her shoulders. I could get my tongue all the way to the top of her folds. I licked her and probed her tight opening with my tongue. Her pubes and my mouth were soaked by her juice.

"Oh Will. Oh. Oh." I just kept at it as her body started to shiver. She was getting close. I probed and kissed and sucked her wet pubes into my mouth. "Oh Oh" she repeated, ever faster. Then she screamed and bucked against my face. I could feel her convulsions on my lips and tongue. She screamed over and over until she caught her breath with a sudden powerful inhalation. I let go of her and she slid down into a sideways position on the bed. I saw her face. Her eyes stared out unfocused.

Suddenly I heard a shout from another room. "Way to go buddy!" Then another voice shouted out and they clapped.

"Oh Gawd. I am so embarrassed." She lay on the bed and whimpered and repeated that.

I wiped my face on a towel and pressed it between her legs to prevent her wetness from reaching the sheets. I suddenly felt a little guilty. It was my plan to bring her orgasm with my tongue. It was better than I could imagine. It was the best orgasm I have ever felt, but now she lay there in embarrassment. She shuffled off the bed, grabbed her shirt, underwear, bra and pants and went into the bathroom. I heard water running.

"When's the next show?" A voice shouted through the wall.

I wanted to tell them to shut up, but I knew that would only encourage them.

After a while she came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Go in there and wash your face. Use soap. And brush your teeth."

"I didn't bring a toothbrush."

"Use mine, I will buy another."

When I came out, she was lying in the bed in the dark with a blanket wrapped around her forming a barrier with the rest of the bed. "Put on your shirt."

I put it on and turned off the last light and lay beside her. "Goodnight."

She didn't answer. The next morning, she was sitting in a chair away from the bed. "Use the bathroom if you have to. I can't go out there by myself. When you are ready, we can leave."

I drove her back to her town. It was a couple hours ride. I talked a bit, but she was silent. I asked if she enjoyed the concert.

"It was fine." That is all she said to me the whole ride.

I saw her at work on Monday. "Hi yourself." Was all she said to me that day. A few days later I begged her to talk after work.

"Silvi. I am sorry. I was just trying to please you. I thought you might like it, if you gave yourself a chance."

"What's the matter with you? That was the filthiest thing I could imagine. You treated me like a prostitute."

I didn't want to explain it, but that would be the last thing I would do with a prostitute. "I didn't mean for it to go that way. I just thought if I kept it up you would eventually enjoy yourself and you did. My God, you can't claim that you didn't enjoy it when it was happening."

"Well pigs in a sty enjoy pressing their snouts up each other's ass, that doesn't mean we should."

"I'm sorry Silvi. I just got carried away. I won't do it again."

"You are not going to get the chance!"

"Are you breaking up with me? I love you Silvi."

She looked at me for a moment. "If we go out again, we can't do that stuff with our mouths anymore. That was SEX. I am not having sex before marriage."

"It's not sex."

"Well, I'm not doing it anymore. If that is what it takes for you to love me then we shouldn't go out."

I took her hand in mine. "Give me another chance."

She did. We started dating again. The first two dates ended with me kissing her on the cheek. We didn't talk about what hat happened at the motel. I did as she wanted and our dates consisted of activities of her choice. I spent a lot of time on mall benches as she shopped and she was very adverse to kissing me on the mouth.

On our third date I finally had her alone in my car. I shifted over to her side and told her I wanted to talk. As we talked I apologized again and told her that I would listen to what she wanted. I kissed her gently on her face and neck and put my hands on her back. After a long time talking she started kissing me back. As we kissed I could tell she was getting worked up. I gently slid her tee shirt up and when she didn't protest I kissed her breasts above her bra. She reached behind her back and her bra sprung loose. It was still over her shoulders but it lifted exposing her nipples. I kissed them gently, rolling my lips over them and after a while darting my tongue out. She repositioned herself so that she was straddling my leg with her tits in front of my mouth.

Silvi was breathing heavy. I could tell that she had not orgasmed since our time together at the motel. Her body started swaying and she dragged her thighs along the top of my leg. I could feel her pressing down on my erection that was along one leg. As I tugged at her nipple with my lips, she started pivoting her hips. It was like she was fucking me through her jeans and mine. She rocked like that for a long time as I pinched her nipples with the tip of my tongue against my upper lip. She started grinding so hard that I was close to cumming in my jeans. Finally she shouted and started convulsing in an orgasm. I felt her breath and her heat against me. After panting for a while, she pulled down her shirt and asked me to return to my side of the car.

A wet spot near the tip of my penis formed along my thigh. I waited for her to notice my state, but she didn't say anything. I finally asked her if I could take it out. When she didn't respond I pushed my jeans down and my erection sprung up. I waited. She reached over and started stroking it. She was stroking it steadily. It was a dry stroke, and I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her, or for her to get it wet, but she kept stroking it at a constant pace. I was afraid to ask for more in case she would stop. She paused when she noticed the wetness on her hand from the fluid from my tip, then she continued. In a few minutes I was close to cumming. I warned her, but she kept up a steady stroke. I warned her again but she didn't grab a tissue she just kept stroking. I shot my cum into the air and it landed on my crotch, car seat and shirt.

She wiped her hand down with a tissue and handed me the box. I as I was dabbing my cum up she said "I want to go home now."

When I pulled in her driveway she said goodnight and allowed me to kiss her cheek. I thanked her.

Soon we were back to our routine of stroking and rubbing, but she kept her jeans on, and I had to keep my pants on as she only undid my fly.

She had the habit of talking about her cousins' weddings in Lebanon. She showed me pictures of her as a young bridesmaid. One day when we were alone in her house she showed me her mother's wedding dress. She talked a long time about the advantages of buying a new dress versus using her mother's.

Our relationship recovered, but any mention by me of her returning to giving me oral was turned down. When I made an offer to just give her oral and not expect anything in return, I said "I can go really slow. I will be gentle."

She said. "If you want to do that we have to be engaged."

One day I asked her if she could enjoy oral sex if we were engaged. She said she would do it until we were married and then we could make love as man and wife, and we would not have to do dirty things with our mouths. I reminded her that I loved her and bought her a promise ring.

"And I have waited five months for an engagement ring." She answered.

I didn't want to get engaged. It would have involved our parents; a wedding and honeymoon would be planned. I was driving a beat up used car and not making much money in my first job in my field. I told her I wasn't ready for an engagement. She wasn't even 19 and she had our whole life planned out.

Our sexual relationship was at a stalemate. I insisted that I wasn't close to being financially ready for an engagement and she was adamant that oral sex was off the table until we were engaged.

One day she finally took off her pants as we were fooling around in her parents' basement. The house was empty and I thought she was ready; I got her all worked up to the point where she had to continue to orgasm. She was moaning loudly, it was only a matter of time until she came. I pulled out my hand from her underwear and slid down kissed down her belly lower and lower until I pushed down her panties and pushed my tongue against her pubes. For just a second my tongue separated her wet folds, then I felt a strong smack against the back of my head. I thought maybe she had spasmed and accidentally flailed her hand.

When I lifted my head, she was looking at me with a snarl. "Don't put your tongue down there you dirty bird!"

I got off the couch, put on my shirt and went up the stairs to the door. I was putting on my shoes and jacket when she called up the stairs. "Come on Will. Come back down. Please don't go!"

I left. I never talked to her again. At work she would talk to people around me and ignore me. She tried to get a rise out of me several times, but I just kept my mouth shut.

The thing is, my experience with her shaped me. I wanted so badly to repeat it. I even thought of asking her to forgive me, but I knew that would just lead to an engagement. I was depressed by her rejection. I might have left her, but she rejected me. I had thoughts of giving in to her completely, begging her to take me back and doing everything she wanted including planning a wedding. If we were engaged we would give each other oral pleasure, but I would never cum in her mouth. The idea of her sucking my cock while my head was between her legs was inconceivable. It was my favorite fantasy, but it would never happen with Silvi, even if we were married.

I obsessed over the fact that she would date someone else. She would know how to manipulate him and get all she wanted. Or she would date a good-looking guy with a nice car, and she would try to keep him by doing all the things that I wanted her to do with me. I knew if she just told me she loved me and asked me to come back, that I would. I would do anything she wanted. She just had to ask. Sometimes I was afraid she would.

As time went by it seemed that she was getting more hostile towards me instead of working towards a reconciliation. She told people that I was a sicko and I think she even told a few girls at the plant that I had licked her asshole. She had a long list of complaints against me and I could have heard them all from my co-workers if I was willing to listen.

One of the things she said about me was that I was a virgin who used his mouth like a pervert. I could imagine what some of my co-workers thought. It is astounding how much people are willing to gossip at a plant that contains both men and women.

The rumors about me led to some odd interactions with workers from the office.
The older secretaries in front office were very sympathetic. The accusations she made against me must have seemed quite quaint to them. When the Christmas season arrived I was invited to a party outside the office and set up with a sister of one of the secretaries. That relationship lasted into February .

In the spring I heard that Silvi was engaged. It was an older man from the church she attended. By the end of summer she was married.

This series of Stories:

An Evening with Mrs. Lasalle
An Afternoon with Mrs. Lasalle
Dinner with Mrs. Lasalle
Working for Mrs. Lasalle
I Dated A Teenage Virgin
A Drunken Encounter
I Try Another Virgin - Coming Soon