It had been the night I had surrendered my virginity to my lover. A night of passion and such new experiences, I was unable to take them all in. The morning light shone through the picture window, and the sound of the shower running came from the bathroom. My lover and dearest girl friend was freshening herself up for the day that lay ahead. More shopping, maybe lunch out? I knew what ever the day was to hold, the memories would be memorable. Maybe I should have joined you the shower, to show you how much my heart loved you, your gentle loving hands and tongue. I smiled and recalled the touch of your fingers and the depth they had explored me. How my virginity had been offered to their expertise. I smiled as I straighten the seams on my stockings. I had experimented with panty hose and with hold ups, but I was an old fashioned girl, and felt stockings were the only thing a girl should wear. I stood and faced the mirror. The reflection showed how far Julie had come from the days of her mother's underwear drawer. My hair was long and autumn blond. My first style had been a bob, but you had helped me choose a lighter blond wig, a straighter cut, and I remember you smiling as you told me how much more fun blonde's had. You smiled as you had kissed me lightly and whispered" so much more fun my darling"
Now several weeks on I was the blond girl your guidance had made me. You had shown me how to improve my first clumsy efforts with make up, and had been patient with my reluctance to shave. But once I had surrendered to your razor and brush, I had to agree I felt so much less masculine and so much more you're Julie. The reflection looked back and I saw a tall well dressed girl. A short red skirt, which I knew you liked on me. My preference for stockings made minis unwise, but maybe in future when we were alone, you would permit me to show my legs off, stockings, topped with a mini skirt. A mini I knew would make my legs seem so much longer, and allow your hands so much more freedom. My blouse was clean and crisp and I had taken great care in ironing it. My new boobs were nestled into my favorite bra, and I could see my cleavage. My Cleavage! God it felt so perfect.
I had lost all track of time and had failed to hear you emerge from the shower. Your hair dry and clean. Maybe I could grow my hair to a length where, like you I would no longer need wigs? You were wearing the bra and panties you had purchased yesterday from Marks. Stockings showed your legs off as you walked up behind me and pressed yourself against me, your arms wrapped round my waist. I could smell the cleanness of you, as your hands pulled me back into you. I could feel how pleased you were, that I was your girl friend, as your arousal's head pressed itself against my skirt.
I could feel my legs weaken as I recalled how you had opened teased and explored my virgin pussy with your finger. Then, how you had taken my virginity with your dildo. How it had at first hurt, but a pain of anticipation and love. I knew you would never hurt me other than the demands love would bring. How you had filled me with that toy and how I had felt I was finally yours.
Now your arms held me close and I could feel your breath against my neck as your face pressed into my long hair, parting it. So your lips could kiss the back of my neck. I moaned with anticipation, as I felt you guide me towards the large settee. Your hands holding mine as you brought me to the back of the settee. You whispered how I was your girl and how much you loved me, as you gently raised my skirt. I could feel as your hands sought my panties, silk, a present from you. I could feel you ease the fabric apart and your fingers tease me. I leaned forward and bent over the settee. My pussy there for you, for you to enjoy. "My darling" you whispered as I felt to the tip of your arousal tease my hole. I could feel the smoothness of the lubrication, as you teased the head around the entrance. You circle my hole with the head, and gently applied pressure. Lasts nights pleasures had made me looser, and I knew the penetration of your cock into me for the first time would not be as painful, but none the less it would be the moment my I was finally your girl and your lover, for now and for all time.
I felt the tip apply gentle pressure before it withdrew a fraction. Then pressure once more, this time a margin deeper. I could feel my own arousal as your hands reached under my skirt to stoke it. You tip with drew, and then re-entered, a fraction deeper, with each time. Then the moment came, my erect cock stroked in your hands as your cock finally entered me, deep, fully and completely. I felt the length slide in, and my pussy filled, and your cock spasmed as my pussy was filled with your warm wet love juices.
Thank you for all the kind words and emails. I was flattered and surprised at your words of encouragemnt. I really am new at writing such fiction, more so as I as a straight CD. But I am pleased my efforts have made some of you have pleasure. I hope my second attempt does not disappoint, and I apologies for any inaccuracy's as I am, as I say a straight CD.