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Into the Storm
I squeezed the steering wheel in a death grip.
“What the fuck was I doing?” I thought for about the millionth time on the way to her apartment.
There was no way this woman was going to take my virginity.
We had met online, through pure dumb luck. I was on some dating website, trying to match with someone, anyone.
And then she did.
Michelle.
23. Blonde. Curvy.
Or so her profile said.
There was no picture.
Not that it mattered to my horny, 24-year-old mind.
She was talking to me.
To me.
The gods must have been crazy, indeed.
We talked for maybe a week or so, I don’t actually remember. She seemed nice enough, playful even, in her emails to me.
I honestly figured she was just messing with me, that she had no intention of actually meeting with me.
Worse, that “Michelle” was actually one of my buddies pulling an elaborate and cruel joke.
Then, it came up. Previous girlfriends, or in her case, boyfriends.
“How many girlfriends have you had?” she asked me.
“Three.” I wrote back sheepishly.
The conversation continued from there, her asking me why at 24 I had only dated three girls.
“Girls don’t find me attractive, I guess.” I typed. God, I sounded desperate and pathetic. I tried to erase that but hit Send by mistake.
“Lol. You’re cute,” was the reply.
Cute?
No girl had ever called me cute.
Was there something wrong with her?
“I’ve been with four guys,” she continued. “I’m not that far ahead of you.”
“Wow, cool,” was my reply. Smooth, dude. Way to impress her with your conversation skills.
“I only slept with three of them. The first guy I dated cheated on me, so nothing ever happened there.”
Holy shit, that was quick. She was already moving on to the guys she slept with. Well, no problem. I was a young, fairly open-minded guy. Who was I to judge her for who she slept with?
And then it dawned on me.
She was probably going to ask me about the girls I had slept with.
Shit, shit, shit…
“How about you?” The message popped up, and I froze.
What should I tell her? The truth? A lie? Which was worse?
I must have sat there for a good three minutes, trying to decide what to say.
My fingers finally started to move. I wrote, my chest in my throat.
“I’ve never been with anyone that way,” I typed out. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. What was it my dad always said? “Honesty is the best policy”?
Sure, but it also makes you look like a sexless loser who can’t get a girl if his life depends on it.
A new message from Michelle popped up on the screen.
“That’s cool. A lot of guys just sleep around with any woman they meet.”
I stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
Allow me to explain.
Over the course of my adolescence, one thing had been impressed upon me in locker rooms and talks with other guys.
Guys were meant to sleep around.
It was what we did.
We fucked any girl we possibly could, and had to beat other guys’ scores, as though at the end of our lives, St. Peter would meet us at the Pearly Gates and only allow us in if our body count was sufficiently high.
Okay, that’s a bit much.
But it’s not too far off.
Guys were always bugging each other about their latest conquests, who had slept with who, who had done what to who.
And me?
I was the quiet one who smiled at their stories of sexual bravado, marveled at their masculine skills… and made it through high school and college with barely more than a kiss.
Clearly, I was damaged.
And yet here was this woman, who seemed to be okay with my virgin status.
She had to be pulling my leg.
Right?
Another message popped up on my screen.
“I can help you with that.”
Whaaaaat?
I blinked a few times and reread the message.
It didn’t change.
She was actually offering to take my virginity.
My breathing became shallow. Surely there would be a follow-up message, something like, “Yeah, right, loser! Think I’d sleep with someone as loserific as you???”
Another ding as the next message popped up.
“My place. Friday night. Here’s my address.”
Wait.
What?
This was happening?
Oh, god. This was happening.
Friday night found me driving to Michelle’s house, several kilometers away, through a snowstorm. It wasn’t coming down hard, but I knew that by the time I got to her apartment, the drive back would be treacherous.
That’s about all I remember about the drive.
For one and a half hours, I concentrated on following the GPS’s directions, trying to control my anxiety about driving in a snowstorm.
Yeah. Anxiety about the snowstorm. That was it.
My mind still was reeling from her one message.
“I can help you with that.”
She was going to take my virginity, with no more hesitation than if she said she could help me with my calculus homework.
Actually, maybe escort pendik she could help me with my calculus homework…
I shook my head. Calculus was behind me, in high school. This was clearly my brain’s way of trying to make this situation anything other than what it was going to be… sexual.
The GPS pinged. “In 500 meters, your destination will be on the left.”
My reverie was broken. I was almost there.
This was happening.
Wait a second.
Oh, shit.
Condoms. I should have gotten condoms.
Fuck. Idiot.
I looked around desperately, hoping a drugstore would materialize out of thin air.
No such luck.
The area near Michelle’s apartment was mostly residential. A few fast-food joints, a pub, but no pharmacy to save my short-sighted ass.
I looked at the plaza I was passing. There was a dollar store there. They might sell condoms.
Yeah, no. Dollar store condoms? Not worth the risk.
I drove on, glancing at the GPS. Somehow, I had missed out on the last 300 meters.
200 meters to go.
I looked down the road and saw the apartment building looming ahead.
It was fairly non-descript.
Tall, whitish grey, like so many apartment buildings seemed to be.
Totally unaware that I was going to be losing my Big V inside of it tonight.
I shook my head. Was this actually happening?
I pulled into the parking lot and found a Visitors spot. I parked, turned off the engine, and sat there.
Was this happening?
I took a few deep breaths.
Yeah. This was happening.
I wanted this.
I needed this.
I deserved this.
I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.
Hitting my head on the doorframe on the way out.
“Ow! Fuck!”
Hopefully my awkwardness getting out of the car would not be repeated in bed later.
I walked to the front door and stepped inside. Michelle had told me her buzzer number, so I punched it in and waited. After a few moments, there was a click and then her voice came through the intercom.
“Hello?”
I cleared my throat. “Hey, it’s Joe.”
“Come on up.” I heard a beeping sound, then a buzzing as the second set up doors unlocked, letting me in. I opened the door and stepped inside.
The foyer was fairly plain, and not all that different from the apartments my buddies and I had lived in during college. It was as if all apartments had the same basic design. Actually, some of them probably did, come to think of it.
I realized my brain was still trying desperately to distract me, so I told it to fuck off and hit the call button for the elevator.
Surprisingly, the doors slid right open. It was as if I was being encouraged to do this.
I got in and punched the button for Michelle’s floor. As the elevator rose, so did my apprehension. What the fuck was I doing?
The elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors slid open. I supposed I could have just stayed in, chickened out, and disappeared into the night. But for some reason my feet propelled me off the elevator and down the hallway.
I walked along the dimly lit corridor, with came complete with the standard “apartment building hallway” smell. What exactly was that smell? Not quite cleaning products, not quite pet smells, probably both and a host of other mixed-in scents that just seemed to go with the territory.
Further down the hallway, a door opened, and a blonde head popped out. Michelle. She waved to me. “Hey, down here.”
I smiled gamely and walked the rest of the distance to her door. She stepped out as I neared, and I got my first look at her.
Michelle was shorter than me, maybe 5’5″, blonde hair like I said, and… stout? Stocky? I wasn’t sure how to describe her. Not quite fat, but not skinny like so many of my porn star fantasies. But she had a cute smile, and blue eyes that just seemed to radiate a kind of warm kindness.
She looked me up and down, then focused on my forehead. “What happened there?”
Reflexively I reached up to my forehead, which stung slightly when I touched it.
Oh yeah. The door.
I rubbed my head gingerly. “Oh, I bumped my head getting out of the car.”
Michelle giggled. “Clumsy and cute. I kinda like that.” She giggled slightly, then stepped back and held the door open for me. I stepped in and looked around.
Her apartment was fairly well organised, with the appropriate amount of books, dishes, shoes and clothing strewn about. It smelled nice, kind of like a fragrance of some kind. I mentioned this to Michelle.
“Oh, yeah. That’s incense. Vanilla. I love the smell, don’t you?”
I nodded, and Michelle offered to take my coat. “Have a seat on the sofa. Do you want anything to drink?”
Drink? I thought it over. A beer or something might settle my nerves, but it could also render me useless for later. The term whisky dick popped into my head.
“I’ll just have a water,” I said.
I heard her rummaging about istanbul escort in the kitchen, and after a moment she came back with two bottles of flavoured water. “I hate plain water,” she explained, plopping down on the seat beside me.
We chatted for a bit, I guess in the whole “getting to know you” mindset. It turned out that Michelle was finishing grad school, for sociology, social work, or some other thing I don’t remember.
“I’m glad you made it,” she said after a brief pause. “It’s getting nasty out there.”
I looked out the window past her dining area. Sure enough, the snow was coming down even harder. I nodded. “Yeah, driving home is going to be rough.”
She looked at me. “You’re welcome to stay here tonight. You don’t have to go home in that. In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t. I’d be worried sick.” She smiled sweetly and rubbed my leg with her knee. That simple gesture, plus her sweet smile, relaxed me, even just slightly.
“Thanks,” I said, which came out almost like a sigh.
“It’s been nice getting to know you these past few weeks,” Michelle went on. “Sorry I didn’t post any pictures, but some guys aren’t keen on a girl with my body type.”
“I think you’re hot,” I blurted out, almost defensively. My words seemed to have an impact on my host.
“Thanks, Joe. You’re pretty cute yourself.” She scooted closer. “I feel like I actually know you, even though we’ve never met before now.”
“Yeah. I… feel the same.”
Another smile. I really liked hers. She seemed to like using it a lot.
“Can I ask you something?” she queried, her voice dropping slightly. “You are pretty good looking. How come you’ve never been with a girl?”
I took a long gulp of my drink, then put it down. “It’s just… never happened. I’ve had a couple of girlfriends, and we’ve kissed and stuff, but… I don’t know. I guess I just never knew how to do it.”
Michelle cocked her head at me. “It’s not something you’re born knowing how to do. But you gotta at least make a move. Did you ever try anything like touching them when you were kissing?”
I shook my head. “No, I just felt awkward. I wouldn’t know where to put my hands or anything.”
A bemused look crossed Michelle’s face. “It’s not like there’s some sort of manual for every woman on the planet, Joe. We all like different things. You just gotta see what works. Chances are she’ll tell you what she likes, and how to do it.” She paused, looking me in the eyes. “Do you want to try kissing me?”
I nodded.
She leaned in, closing her eyes. I leaned in to meet her, and our lips met. Her lips were soft and moist, and I think I tasted a bit of flavoured lip gloss or something. Suddenly one of her hands was on my neck, and she pulled me into her more. I had some experience with kissing, and I’d never heard any complaints, so I assumed I was doing okay.
Then I felt a new sensation. Her tongue was probing my mouth. This part I fucking loved. I met her tongue with mine, and we swirled and danced in each other’s mouths.
She pulled back slightly. “You’re pretty good at this part. If a guy sucks at kissing it usually takes him longer to do other stuff as well.” She drew me in again, and her hands took hold of mine, placing them on her cheeks. This simple gesture made me feel that much more confident.
I began to move my hands, gently exploring her face as we kissed. She broke off the kiss again.
“Kiss my neck,” she implored softly.
I leaned in further, kissing my way from her mouth down her face to her neck. She moaned softly.
“Yeah, that’s it, Joe.”
Her words already had an effect on me, but suddenly I felt something I totally had not expected.
One of her hands was gripping my crotch, squeezing and rubbing it. I continued to kiss, profoundly enjoying the softness of her skin, her gentle scent of soap or light perfume, and her caress of my manhood. It started to have another effect.
Michelle noticed the growth between my legs, and she began to trace my shaft with her hand. She moaned in my ear. “Oh, Joe. I want to see him.”
Without waiting for a reply, she broke off our kiss and leaned down into my lap. She continued to caress me and then reached with her other hand for my belt, undoing it, then my jeans button and my fly. She reached in and took hold on my penis. “Mmm,” she murmured softly.
I looked down at the back of her head, marveling in this new sensation, but hesitating, nonetheless. “Is it big enough?” I asked her. She looked up at me with something like a wry smile.
“Big enough?” she repeated. “What do you mean?”
“It’s just that… I know I don’t have the biggest dick…”
A chuckle escaped from Michelle. “You’ve been watching too much porn, haven’t you? I hate to break it to you, but the guys in those videos are not the average when it comes to penis size. Four to six inches is the average.” She paused. “You’ve measured it, haven’t you?”
I nodded meekly. “Yeah. Just about 5 inches.”
A gentle smile escort kurtköy from Michelle. “The good news is that’s actually more than enough. Girls don’t always like a dick that they choke on.” She looked down at my crotch again. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
She helped me tug down my jeans and boxers to my ankles, and I sat back down, her hand wrapping around my shaft again. “He’s actually a nice size. I can’t imagine trying to get my lips around a cock as big as a beer can or something.” Having said this, she leaned in, opened her mouth, and enveloped me whole.
The feeling was beyond exquisite.
Her mouth was warm and moist, and her lips at the base just made me feel… alive, maybe? I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling.
She stayed like that for just a moment, then slowly began moving her head up and down. The feeling of her lips moving ever so slowly up and down my cock was almost teasing in a way. Slow, deliberate, like she had all the time in the world, like she actually enjoyed this.
Then a new sensation joined in.
Her tongue.
Holy shit. Her tongue.
It had felt so good when we had been French kissing, but this was magnitudes better. It glid up and down with her lips, curled around my shaft and making kind of like a little half-blanket or something.
I closed my eyes, not wanting this to ever end.
Michelle kept up her ministrations for a few more minutes, and then she sat up. Without a word, she pulled off her hoodie, then reached around and undid her bra, flinging it unceremoniously on the ground. “There,” she stated. “The girls wanted to come out.”
It’s probably safe to say I was entranced.
Of course I’ve seen breasts before, but on porn sites or in the sporadic magazine passed around the gym locker room back in the day.
But Michelle’s?
They were real. And right there, not on the screen. She saw me looking.
“You wanna play with them?” She didn’t actually wait for an answer, just took my hands and placed them on her lovely boobs. Without a word she showed me how to squeeze them, knead them, and fondle them the way she liked. Her breasts were amazingly soft, not surprisingly, but the silky feeling and the sheer volume of them was erotic beyond words.
I had seen something in the videos I watched, and I wanted to try it out. I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. It was slightly hard, yet still soft in my mouth I flicked it with my tongue. It had the desired effect. Michelle grabbed my head and held it in place. “Fuck, yes. Joe, that’s so good.”
I alternated between her breasts, lovingly licking, sucking and squeezing. Judging by Michelle’s moans, I guess Pornhub had come in handy after all.
After a few minutes, Michelle gently pushed me back. She looked into my eyes.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered.
Who was I to argue?
I kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles, and Michelle quickly shimmied out of her pants and underwear. I got a quick glimpse of her pussy hair before she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom.
I’ll spare you the details of the room.
Her bed was slightly smaller than mine, maybe a twin. Judging by the size of the room, I guess that was about all that could fit.
She led me to the bed and sat down, then scooted back so her back was leaned up against the headboard. I sat down and she opened her legs slightly, rubbing a hand up and down her vulva.
“Wanna learn how to eat pussy?” she asked coyly.
Fuck yes.
I had seen this about a million times on porn sited, and something about the woman’s moans always got me extra hard. I lay down on the bed and scooted between her legs, and she drew her knees up to give me more room.
I got my first in-person look at a real pussy.
This was way better than Pornhub.
I stared intently for a good, long time, taking in as much detail as I could. Her pussy was bare, with just a bit of trimmed hair at the top. She continued to rub herself, moving her hand so she spread her lips for me. Beyond them was a pink layer, her inner sanctum. I noticed that there was a bit of moisture on her labia, and also her fingers. A scent reached my nose, and I breathed it in. It was a musky aroma; unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I breathed deeper.
“Mm,” came Michelle’s voice. “Girls love it when you enjoy our smell. Means you’re turned on.”
I nodded and licked my lips. This elicited a happy smile from Michelle.
“You wanna taste me, don’t you? Go ahead. I’ll show you what to do.”
I leaned in, Michelle moved her hand back, and I stuck out my tongue and made contact.
Some experiences will live with you forever.
This was one of them.
Michelle’s taste was superlative. I know that part of me thought so because I was super turned on, but I can honestly say this was the truth. Unless you’ve tasted pussy, you won’t truly understand what it tastes like.
A bit of sweat, maybe. Skin, for sure. But beyond that, a wet, a bit coppery maybe.
But mixed with her scent it was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted.
I licked again, a slower one this time, up one of her labia. I wanted this to last.
Michelle shuddered. “Fuck, Joe. That feels so good. I love it slow.”
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