Just thought I'd try posting one of my stories, since there's been a lot of talk on here about erotica in general. The sex isn't so freaky, of course, but Vag doesn't seem as fiction-friendly, so ... hope you enjoy. It was their first time. Well, of course, it wasn't the first time for either of them, not by years, or by at least a dozen people (combined), but it was quite definitely their first time together. And they were quite definitely in love, which made them both beginners again. They had managed to undress without too much hesitation on either part, lost in the initial flush of desire, lips still warm and pliable from a lengthy session of kissing; though even then, they had to kiss again in between removing each article of clothing, lest the fear and embarrassment should spoil the moment. Not that there was any reason for either; he was enthralled by the reveal of each curve, his fingers twitching subtly, already caressing them in his mind – and from the moment he pulled his shirt over his head, she was already lost in thoughts of kissing his nipples, teasing the tip of her tongue through the tangle of fine, dark hairs across his chest. But neither of them could yet read this in each other, and they kissed repeatedly to reassure each other that it was going to be everything they had hoped. He turned off the light quickly after stepping out of his boxer briefs; "We don't need the neighbours getting a free show," he giggled nervously, hoping she hadn't gauged the length of his cock by how it had sprung, half-mast, out of the confines of his underwear. He had read an article once online that said that a little over six inches was average. But even if that was true, did women want average? Meanwhile, she had rolled over halfway, torn by insecurity over the curve of her stomach and the way her hips spread just below her waist. She wanted to pull the sheet up over her, gathering it just below her breasts, which she liked very much; but she didn't want him to think she was hesitating because of any doubt over what they were about to do. "Come to bed, love," she crooned, reaching out and taking his hand (but so close that her fingertips almost grazed the rounded tip on the way, so close that it jerked, as if someone hand yanked on an invisible line connected to the head), pulling him gently forward. His awkwardness made her slightly maternal, though nowhere near enough to subdue the swell of desire she felt as his cock swelled even further, the shaft thickening. He kneeled at the edge of the bed beside her, and she could already feel how it would slide between her thighs, so full, so warm. She pulled at his hand harder until he rolled over above her, his knee between her own. He stopped there for a moment, unsure, his shoulders trembling as he held himself in place. "Should I … is there something … what do you, umm, like?" He bent his head to hers, his bangs brushing over her forehead, his eyes wide, searching hers. His breath was warm against her cheek. She smiled. If he'd been smooth and sure of himself, she would have felt more insecure, probably not dared to make any moves of her own; but his nervousness was oddly reassuring. She reached up, spreading her palms across the back of his broad shoulders, and moved her lips closer to his. "This is just fine," she whispered, and as they kissed she slid down beneath him until his thigh was pressed tight against her. Almost imperceptibly, she rolled her hips, grinding herself against him, feeling the length of his cock, unyielding and urgent, pressed tight between them. When the kiss ended, he was smiling as well. "I love you," he said, the last word transforming into a moan as she rocked her hips harder, his hardness sliding up and down, slick with the first drops of precome, gliding up and down against her body. As she slipped back down herself, the hood of her clitoris was pulled up, the sensitive flesh pressed directly against him, and she gasped. She clamped her thighs around his, feeling the folds of her opening, wetness spreading across his skin. She let her hands slide down his back, digging the tips of the nails in slightly (his whole body gone stiff for that long moment), and they kissed again, hungrily. When he pulled back from that kiss, he was panting, and he had begun to push forward gently in time with the rotation of her hips. He trailed kisses down her throat, arching his back to stay pressed against her below, even when his lips grazed past her collarbone and descended to the rise of her left breast. He paused there, certain he could feel the flutter of her pulse, while her chest rose and fell beneath the slight pressure of his kiss. Carefully, he traced the curve of her breast, teasingly avoiding the nipple until she finally arched her own back and thrust it fully between his lips, and then he sucked at it willingly, gently at first, but then harder as she twisted beneath him, moaning his name. He closed his teeth and tugged lightly at the responsive nubbin of flesh. She hissed, clawing blindly at his back, and he let go with an audible pop. "Are you – was that –" but when he raised his head, she was grinning wickedly, and he knew the answer before he could finish the question. He fumbled his way to the right breast and repeated the action, varying to keep things interesting, fluttering the tip of his tongue against the nipple. He knew it had been the right choice to make when he felt her hand slide around his cock, squeezing until it pulsed, the foreskin pulling back as she stroked down the shaft. He let out a muffled cry and tried to pull far enough back that he could thrust against her grip. All the moving back and forth and adjusting to be able to grope him meant that she had pulled away from his leg, and she could feel the exposed wetness, the heat radiating against her inner thighs. She let go his cock and used both hands, digging her fingertips into the soft flesh above her pubic mound, and pulled herself open as far as possible – then pushed forward until she could grind against him again. She closed her legs around his thigh, her calves intertwined, and slid up and down several times. "God, please," she found herself saying over and over. At that, his face was beside hers again, eyes wide and forgetting for the moment his own need. "Do you, should I, umm" he murmured, but at the same time his hands were sliding down her ribcage, down her hips, and he was pulling back but just enough to move fully between her thighs, and instead of his leg it was the shaft of his cock nestled tight against her, and they both whispered, "Yessss," not sure which was echoing the other. He pushed forward, sliding slickly against her, the head rubbing up against her clit and then away again. Her cheeks were flushed, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her body, suffusing her. She pushed into the mattress with her calves and the heels of her feet and her lower back, rocking her hips forward until he slid up and down her again, and again. She untangled her hands from the sheets and reached up to her breasts, kneading them roughly, enjoying the delight in his eyes almost as much as the rising heat her touch brought. "Are you ready?" she whispered, writhing beneath him. "I'm so fucking ready for you." "Oh, oh yeah," he replied, barely coherent, lost in the friction of his cock slipping up and down against her yielding flesh. "God, now …" He slid down just enough – she felt so wet that he thought he'd sink right into her, but he pushed and slid diagonally down between her thighs. He tried again, and she reached in between them as a guide, but she grinned as she did so, with fire in her eyes. When the head popped inside, she pushed up, urging him in, moaning, her hands returning to her breasts, pinching her nipples into stiffness. "Fuck me, lover," she crooned, closing her eyes tight as he filled her. He felt bigger from inside than she'd expected, or maybe she was already aroused enough that she was gripping him that tightly. All she knew is that each inch he pushed into her was delicious agony. She reached up for him, needing no other stimulation at that moment, her arms settling around his ribcage, squeezing, lifting her slightly from the mattress. She closed her eyes and saw sparks. Finally sliding inside her was like freefalling – he felt like he had lost all sense of control whatsoever. He cried out, inarticulate from the sudden rush of pleasure, blind to everything but the urge to push forward, to fall fully into her embrace, rise, and fall again. It was overwhelming – he could feel his cock swelling already, and he didn't know if he could hold back. He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tensed, forearms shaking as he pressed them into the mattress. "I can't—" he whispered, but before he could finish the sentence, he was lost in the race over the cliff's edge, and the ground was rushing up at him with inexorable force. "Oh, yes yes yes," she cried out when she felt him trembling, when she knew he couldn't hold back even another second. She wasn't there yet, but it was so utterly glorious a moment that she simply wanted to ride through it with him. All at once, she felt him swell even further, pushing back against her grip on his cock, and then all the tension let loose and he gasped for breath, and she could feel it flooding her, the heat combining with her own, and as the next wave washed through him, she knew she wasn't that far away. Somewhere in the midst of the joy, he felt just a little twinge of shame that he hadn't held out for her, and when he could speak again words of apology were on his lips. But before he could articulate them, she was shaking her head, and he realized that she was still pushing up from beneath him, that he was still hard inside her, and that she was definitely not giving up. "Don't you dare come out," she said, and slid her hands down between the two of them. He realized what she was doing, and he jumped up so he was kneeling between her thighs, leaning forward to keep his cock buried deep in her as she rolled her hips back and forth. "Yes, yes," she moaned as she pulled at herself again, baring her clit and rubbing it in circles with her middle finger. "Yes, stay in there, so good the way you fill me," and it was true, even though she said it out loud to make sure he didn't feel bad about coming first. All that mattered was that they were together, and he was inside her, and she was closer and closer, the sparks become a wildfire, shaking and arching her back, her hand a blur against her clit, and god, suddenly she was beyond any thought, riding through the sensation, and she came, bucking against him, biting her bottom lip, clutching at the mattress with one hand, still stroking herself with the other as the almost-electric shocks of pleasure overtook her. One, then two, then three times hard enough to cause her whole body to contract; and aftershocks that had not finished with her when she finally pulled him down into her arms and rolled to her side to take full advantage of his full-body embrace. They lay there entwined, trembling, kissing each other's cheeks and necks and shoulders softly, listening to their heartbeats slowing back to normal. He slid his palm down her side, over the curve of her hip and then back again. She pressed her face into the hollow of his neck and tasted the salt of his sweat. It was a long time before either felt the need to speak. He was the one who broke the silence. "Of course, umm, we're gonna get better at that." They both laughed, and she pulled his face down against hers, kissing him deeply before she replied. She looked deep into his eyes and smiled. "Maybe it'll last longer, but it couldn't possibly be better than that." He grinned, and pulled her even closer against him, and those were the only words they exchanged before they both drifted peacefully into sleep.