Do You Want Some Company Tonight?

"That's fair," they agreed.

Nate paid the cashier, and I helped Beth with her jacket. When we got to Nate's car, Beth climbed into the back seat. "I won't be able to talk with you from back here, but it's dark anyway."

"It's a short drive to the house," Nate said to me. "Ride up front. That way, you'll be able to see where we're going, and if you're uncomfortable, you can bail out at a stop sign."

We turned at the corner, then turned again and went a few blocks. Nate pulled into the driveway of a modest house a short walk from mine.

He led us inside and laid his house key on the hallway table next to the phone. He wrote on a notepad and said, "This is the number of the motel so you can call me for a ride if you want to go before noon. If I don't hear from you, I'll ring the doorbell then."

"You're leaving me here in your house with your sister?"

"Yeah. What did you think I would do? Stay and watch? No. Be good to her, please. Lock the door behind me, Sis."

He hugged her, and then he was gone.

"I'll be right back. You can look at this," Beth said. She handed me a photo album and ran up the stairs.

On the cover was the word, "Beth." The first picture was of a very pregnant woman who had to be Beth's late mother. That was followed by some newborn pictures, baby and toddler snapshots, and the rest of the things mothers put in albums. There were photographs of Beth as a young teen, wearing cowboy boots and hat, grooming a horse.

Then came the pictures of Beth and Nate at their parents' funeral. She was already a pretty girl, but her face was hidden under a black veil, or behind some tissues as she wiped her tears. She clung to her brother as though she needed him for support, although he didn't look much stronger himself.

There were pages of snapshots from what appeared to be several years of summer vacations at the beach. In the last ones she was a blond. They appeared to be copies of the pictures Nate showed me.

"Do you like this?" she asked from behind me.

Her hair was freshly brushed to frame her face, and she wore layers of filmy white. A sheer dressing gown edged in lace did a poor job of concealing the white lingerie underneath. She was transformed from a pretty young lady to an innocent, yet very willing-looking sexy young woman, like a bride on her wedding night.

"I wanted to look nice for my first time, if you still think you might like to,... you know, ..."

"Keep you company tonight?"

"Yes. Look, I know this isn't the way most people do this, but I need to get it over with. I want to lose my virginity. Will you make me feel good and do that for me?"

"We have all night. What's the rush?"

"I'm nervous."

"Sit down," I said, patting the couch next to me.

She did. Her gaze kept moving from my eyes to my mouth, as though she expected me to say something.

"Beth, this whole thing just doesn't make sense. It's okay that your brother found me in a bar and brought me home for you?"

"I don't know how to make you understand. I'm not like any other girl you've been with. There are things I can't do."

"Like what? You're having a conversation with me. I know nothing about sign language, but it doesn't seem to matter. I'm talking the way I always do, and you seem to understand. You're talking back to me, and I'm not having trouble getting what you're saying. What can't you do?"

"I can't talk to most boys. I'm too awkward."

"You're doing fine with me."

"Then please understand I want you to make love to me. I'm ignorant about all this. I'm afraid that will turn men off. You're going to have to show me everything."

"What do you mean?"

"I've never done anything. I've kissed a few boys the way I kissed my parents when I was a kid. That's it. I had sex education in school, and I read my brother's magazines and saw some movies he borrowed from a friend of his, so I know what people do, but I have no experience."

"All right. Let's start with a family-type kiss and see what we feel like doing."

She nervously licked her lips. They stayed slightly parted. Her hazel eyes conveyed her anxiety as they flickered over my face. When I got closer to her she concentrated on my eyes. I reached out to touch her shoulder, and she shivered at the contact. She giggled again, that oddly melodic sound. She saw where my eyes went, and she blushed and grinned when she saw how her nipples distorted the flimsy fabric covering them.

Our lips met. The first kiss was gentle. The second kiss was a bit firmer, and as we held it, Beth shook slightly and melted against me. For the third kiss, I pulled her tighter to my chest. She parted her lips, allowing just the tips of our tongues to meet. She was warm against me, and when I cupped her chin in my hands to look at her, she said, "Please continue."

"Just say 'No' if you want me to stop doing something." I held her at arms' length to make sure she understood.

"Then I'll just say 'Yes' if I want you to keep doing it?"

"Yes."

"Yes." She pulled herself against me for a longer, hotter kiss.

My hand slipped from her shoulder to her back as my tongue went in her mouth. She moaned around it and then reflexively sucked on it. Stroking her back through the thin fabric she wore, my hand slipped lower until it was on her bottom.

Her went hand tentatively to my crotch. "Oh! You're getting hard."

She was right, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I turned her to me and lifted her to kneel on the couch straddling my legs. This time when I kissed her, my hand found her breast.

A faint shudder went through her as she sighed into my mouth, "I never knew how good it would feel to have someone else touch me there."

I pulled back from the kiss to make sure she could see me speak. "Sex is supposed to be about feeling good for both of us. Guys miss out on a lot when they forget that." My thumb teased her nipple through her gown. "We have all night, so I want you to enjoy this."

"I am," she said. Her hand lightly fondled the growing bulge in my pants. "Do you want to go to bed now?"

"All right."

She stood, and I cupped her ass in my hands and pulled her to me for a deep kiss. I felt her breasts on my chest and pushed my hardness against her. When she pulled back, her nipples strained against the thin fabric she wore.

Flustered and blushing from the heat of our kiss, she whispered, "Let's go upstairs."

I followed her, watching her taut young buttocks move in her filmy gown as she climbed. Before we got to the top of the steps, I knew I wanted this girl to cum for me. I caressed her lovely butt and turned her toward me in the upstairs hallway. "I just thought of something."

"What?"

"I don't have any condoms."

She glanced at the obvious bulge in my jeans and blushed again. "I've been on the pill for almost a year, ever since I decided I wanted to have sex. It won't be a problem."

"Good."

She turned on her bedroom light. Some girls her age would have a stereo and a record collection, but she had bookshelves. "I read a lot," she said quietly. "Do you mind if we keep the light on so I can see you talk?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Then I kissed her again, and again she melted against me.

"What should I do?" she breathed.

"Would you let me undress you?"

"Yes." She trembled slightly.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just nervous and excited."

"Don't be nervous. I promise I won't hurt you." I pulled her outer gown off, leaving her in a lacy white camisole and matching bikini bottom. Her smooth legs were pale now, winter color, bare to her skimpy panties darkened by the curls behind them. I lowered one strap on her top. It fell, and the garment slipped nearly to her nipple. I kissed her bare shoulder.

She let out a sigh which I stifled with a kiss. I moved away so she could see my face as I lowered the other strap. Her camisole floated to the floor.

She covered herself with her hands for a moment and then let them fall. "Do they look okay?"

Her young full breasts, exposed to the eyes of a man for the first time, drew my hands to them. I cupped them, hefting their weight, enjoying their firmness. When my thumbs brushed her nipples, she shuddered and then tugged my shirt out of my pants and over my head.

"You're an eager one, aren't you?"

That lovely giggle again. "I can't believe I'm finally doing this. I'm really a good girl, but I can't stand it any more."

"We have all night." I pulled her to me to kiss again, cupping her ass in my hands to hold her tight against me. Her nipples were hard against my chest. Her arms wrapped around my neck with her growing passion. "Let's get in bed."

She turned the covers down and lay on her back in the middle, her firm breasts calling to me. "Show it to me, Sam. I know what a penis looks like from movies and magazines, and I saw Nate once in the motel bathroom when we went to the beach, but I want to see yours now that it's hard."

I took off my shoes and socks, undid my jeans, and kicked them off. My erection distorted my underwear. A damp spot appeared on her panties, and my cock made one of its own.

"Take it out," she whispered.

"Not yet." I lay on the bed next to her, leaning over so she could see me speak. "What did the men do to the girls in the movies you watched?"

"Had sex with them."

"Yes, but what did the men do to get them ready?"

"Kissed them."

"On the mouth?" I kissed her there, more gently that she seemed to want. "Or on the neck?" I pushed her hair aside to taste the tender skin behind her ear.

Her hand went to the bulge in my briefs. "No, they just went right to it."

"What about the breasts?" I kissed her throat and made my way down her chest until my lips were poised above one very hard nipple. When she said nothing, I ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of her areola.

"That feels so good," she breathed, her hand exploring me through the knit cotton I still wore.

I made sure she could see my lips. "Are your nipples sensitive?"

"It feels good when I play with them."

I gripped one between my lips and teased it with the tip of my tongue. She stayed still for a second, holding her breath, and then she moaned and pulled my head tighter to her, pressing her tit flesh into my mouth. I suckled, and she responded. My hand brushed along her belly and over her hip to her thigh.

"Touch me," she said. "I sometimes have an orgasm if I touch myself."

"I'll do more than touch you." I moved down in her bed and kissed her belly. When my lips found the waistband of her panties, I gripped it with my teeth. My hands went under her ass to help pull the damp lace off. She was fully exposed to me now, wet curls glistening in the light of the bedside lamp. "Did the men in the movies do this?" My tongue traced a line from the inside of each thigh, along the edge of her hair, and up onto her mound. Then I moved down, letting my nose nuzzle her fur to enjoy her aroma.

She shivered like she was freezing. "“Oh God." Her hips began moving when my tongue touched her opening, more and more vigorously, until she was masturbating herself on my face.

Her tender clit came out to play, and I sucked on it. She tried to speak but seemed to forget how. When my tongue teased her folds apart to enter her, moisture flowed, enough that I knew she was ready for more. My middle finger penetrated her, and her legs stiffened. I turned my finger slightly in her wetness, and her breathing changed to rapid gasps. A second finger was difficult, but with enough teasing her clit with my tongue, she accepted it.

"Is that what your penis will feel like?" she moaned.

"Not really. It's longer, which means I can go deeper. I think it's fatter, too."

She started writhing on the bed, fucking herself on and off my fingers and against my face. When her orgasm subsided, she said, "Take your underwear off."

I did, my cock dancing in the air to celebrate its freedom.

She stared at it with unabashed lust. "I want that inside me. Please. Now."

"Not yet. I want to make you cum for me again."

"Let me touch it while you do."

I moved in the bed until her hand closed on my shaft, and then began licking and fingering her again from this new angle. I was slick in her hand, almost as wet as her pussy was on my fingers. She stroked me awkwardly, more exploring than masturbating me. I concentrated on her next orgasm. She was soaked, almost as though she had squirted. I moved my wet mouth to her breast again, my thumb taking the place of my tongue on her clit. She wailed her satisfaction that time.

Gasping for breath, she said, "Take me. I need your dick in me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel it all."

I wiped my chin on my hand and kissed her again. "There can only be one first time. Hymen or not, you're still a virgin."

"And I'm tired of it. Fuck me."

I pulled her on top of me, grasping her pelvis to move her wet pussy over my upturned shaft. She grabbed it and tried to aim me. I pushed her hand away and rubbed the head of my cock in her slickness. Then I notched myself in her opening. Making sure she was looking at my face, I said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Supporting her ass in my hands, I let her sink down, her labia swollen with need parting grudgingly for me. "Relax, Beth. It won't hurt."

"It feels so big," she moaned.

"You're very tight." I lowered her, her tissues accommodating me more easily now, until I was completely inside her. When I had gone as far as I could, I pulled her down to kiss. She responded by settling her full weight on me, holding me still, buried balls-deep. Her kisses were almost violent now, and her pussy started milking me on its own.

"I'm going to cum again," she whined, her breathing becoming more rapid as her hands supported her on my chest. "Oh, dear God!" Her orgasm overtook her. When her internal muscles relaxed, I started to move, slowly at first, but her movements encouraged me to pick up the pace. Her hips pushed down to meet me as I moved, her labia grasping me as though they didn't want me to leave.

This wasn't going to last long at the rate we were going, so reluctantly, I lifted her off.

"What are you doing?" she cried.

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I moved her so her sex was over my face. I was able to enter her with my tongue, tasting her heat, feeling her move, holding her pelvis still so I could pleasure her. She rewarded me with her biggest orgasm yet. When she was done, I helped her move down so I could enter her again.

"Don't lift me off you this time, Sam. I want to feel your orgasm."

The break did us good. Beth began moving at her own pace, playing with her clit. That freed both my hands to caress her lovely boobs and roll her hard nipples between my fingers. She got wetter as she went faster, her tight pussy doing its best to milk my hard cock. Then she made a strangled, primal cry and threw her head back. Her whole body shook with her orgasm.

She collapsed onto me when she was done, kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around her and started thrusting.

"You feel like you're getting bigger," she said. "Harder."

I lifted her so she could see my face. "I'm going to cum real soon, Beth."

"Good," she said, grinding her pelvis on mine.

That did it. Stream after stream of my semen shot against the mouth of her cervix.

"Ooh," she whimpered. "I feel that. It's so warm and wet inside me." Her body shook again, not as hard as before, but enough to coax every drop from me.

We lay there, spent and kissing, for some time. Reluctantly, Beth rolled off to my side. "You have no idea how much I wanted that, Sam. I hope it was good for you."

I turned to lean over her so she could see. "It was. You're a very enthusiastic lover. I like that in a woman."

"A woman, yes. I've wanted this for so long. Thank you for making me a woman." She ran a finger over her wet entrance and giggled. "Sex is messy, isn't it?"

"If you do it right," I chuckled.

We cuddled for a while, not talking, until she said, "I guess I should get a shower."

"Do you want me to wash your back?"

Her eyes sparkled. "I saw a pictorial on that in one of Nate's magazines -- a couple in the shower together. Did you ever do that?"

"It can be fun."

"Don't look. I have to get my robe," she said.

"Why? We've been nude the whole time, and we're going to shower together."

That beautiful giggle again. "You're right. I always wear a robe because of Nate. Tonight, I can be free." She got out of bed and beckoned me to follow her to the bathroom. She found a towel for me and said, "We probably won't be able to talk much in the shower. If I get water in my eyes, I may not be able to see what you say."

"Then I'll say it now. You're a very beautiful girl, Beth. I feel honored you chose me to be your first."

"Oh, stop. I'm the one who's honored. You don't understand what this means to me, what this does for my self-confidence. I can't believe I was able to please an experienced man."

"You did." I kissed her, and then she adjusted the water temperature for us while I fondled her firm ass. We bathed in silence. She washed my back, and I washed hers. When she turned around, her eyes went to my renewed erection. I lathered my hands with the soap and washed her pussy.

"Your hand feels so much better than mine," she said. "I play in the shower almost every day, but it's never like this. Oh, God." Her body shook yet again, and her slickness coated my fingers. When she was done, she took the soap from me and gently washed my cock and balls, exploring them as she did. "Rinse."

I did. When I turned back to her, Beth took my penis in her hands again.

"I saw movies of girls sucking on a guy's dick. I want you to teach me how."

"Not all girls like doing that."

"I won't know unless I try. It looks easy enough." She sank to her knees. "What should I do?"

"Keep your teeth from scraping me. You can lick it and kiss it to start, and when you're ready, take it in your mouth and suck while moving up and down on it."

"Okay." She started at the head, puckering to place a kiss on the very tip. Instantly, I leaked onto her lips. Her eyes twinkled as she licked them. "I felt that on my hand when I rubbed you in bed."

"It's called precum. It's a lubricant, just like the moisture you make."

She licked the head of my cock, getting more of it on her tongue. "A little salty. Is that what it will taste like when you orgasm?" She ran her tongue the length of my shaft, and it jumped in response. Her eyes got wide, and she made that melodic giggle.

I brushed a lock of wet hair off her face, and she looked up. "That feels really good, Beth."

She smiled and licked me again, chasing my bobbing cock with her tongue and teasing me with her eyes. Then she wrapped her hand around my shaft. She let me part her lips the same way I did the lower pair, pushing her mouth onto me. Holding my hips, she advanced until her eyes showed discomfort and then pulled back. "Is that it?"

"Oh yes." I cupped her head in my hands, not to force, but to guide. My thumbs traced the contours of her jaw as she opened her mouth to take me inside again. For a while, she stared up at my eyes for guidance, sucking me slow and deep, working me around in her mouth with her tongue. When she released me to take a breath, she licked every bit of my cock. "Are your testicles sensitive?"

"Very. A soft touch is nice, but it's easy to hurt them if you're rough."

She lifted my shaft and kissed my scrotum. "The one girl in the movie did this." She bathed my sack with her tongue, fondling my balls gently with one hand while stroking me slowly with the other. She looked up. "Is that okay?"

I didn't answer -- couldn't really, but she read my face and responded with her giggle. It continued when she took me back between her lips. This time, she moved more rapidly, stroking what didn't fit in her mouth, her head moving in my hands. I caressed her cheeks with my fingers to get her to look at me. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."