First sex
Climbing the stairs of the building where the meeting was supposed to take place, Maxim was choking on his breath from excitement. And when he reached the right floor (the elevator here wasn't working), he felt like he might just faint. The stairwell was quiet and dim... After catching his breath, Maxim pulled his cell phone from his pocket and sent an SMS. A minute later, the lock on one of the doors clicked...
— Is that you?" asked a pretty girl in a housecoat in a half-whisper.
— Yes," Maxim smiled his signature, seductive, as he thought, smile—without parting his lips, slightly crooked, condescending and yet charming. The girl smiled
in response.— Come in quickly!" his new acquaintance switched to the informal 'you' in a conspiratorial whisper.
When the girl locked the door and they entered the room, Maxim's first favorable impression of Marina's appearance (that was the girl's name) was confirmed and intensified. A bit shorter than him, a slender brunette with gray eyes and slightly snub-nosed, which Maxim really liked. Actually, he hadn't thought much about the appearance of his future partner when he received a message on VKontakte from a girl without a photo on her avatar. For some reason, he imagined her as a plump blonde with glasses and unattractive, but this image didn't bother him. The main thing, Maxim thought, was that—finally!—he had found a woman willing to sleep with him. He was tired of his classmates' mockery about him never having slept with a girl. In real life, he couldn't seduce his classmates, and on the Internet, he met this twenty-two-year-old Marina, and after they exchanged a few messages and Maxim complained to her about his fate, Marina agreed to become his first woman. The guy didn't even wonder why the girl agreed to sex so quickly, and he wasn't bothered by the fact that she was married. Who knows what quirks people have? The main thing—she would fuck him, and he, a second-year student, would finally become a man!
Maxim sat on a chair next to the iron bed—a twin bed. The bed was unmade.
— Why aren't you undressing?" asked Marina, gracefully, like a kitten, lying down on her side. The pattern of her black lace stockings mingled with the fringe of her red robe.
— Let me warm up," said Maxim, trying to make his voice sound relaxed.
Blowing on his chilled fingers, he examined the surroundings. A wall unit, a TV in the corner, a carpet. Everything like everyone else's.
— Do you live here?
— W-well... Yes and no.
— Do you have children?
— Two," answered Marina.
— Wow!" Maxim was surprised.
— Don't say it! Managed to crank them out..." Marina smirked.
— How much time do we have?
— Well... About two hours. Even an hour and a half. And then my mother-in-law will come...
Marina walked over to the wardrobe.
— So here's soap, a towel for you...
— But I actually washed yesterday...
— Just a little bit.
Maxim obediently headed to the bathroom. When he returned to the room, Marina was lying in bed in a beige slip, slightly covered by a blanket.
— You took so long! Did you wash your whole body?
Maxim had indeed been absent for a decent amount of time, but not because he washed his whole body, but due to thoroughness and nervous slowness. There is nervous haste, but with him, it was nervous slowness. Maxim quickly started undressing so as not to delay Marina further. Hunching from embarrassment, he pulled off his tracksuit bottoms and climbed into bed with her.
Despite telling himself that everything was fine and under control, he felt quite uncomfortable. He was shaken by an inner tremor held back with incredible difficulty, his fingers and toes were icy, which, however, was no surprise—the room was cool. Apparently, the heating wasn't working well. On top of that, he didn't know how to behave.
— Do what you want," whispered Marina and threw back the blanket. She pulled the slip down from one shoulder.
With some disappointment, Maxim saw that her breasts were small. He cautiously reached out his hand, touched the rough nipple with his cold fingertips, feeling it instantly harden, cupped her breast with his fingers, squeezing it slightly. Then his hand crawled on a journey across the field of her stomach, to where he was even embarrassed to look, though he really wanted to. Marina, like a book, opened her legs. Maxim's middle finger sank into a hot, wet opening. Closing her eyelids, Marina began to breathe loudly and intermittently. Pulling out his wet finger, Maxim discreetly wiped it, hiding his hand in the hills of the crumpled duvet cover. Marina sat up on the bed.
— Don't you want it inside?" she nodded, not taking her eyes off the powerful anti-gravitational striving of a certain part of Maxim's anatomy.
— Not yet," answered Maxim.
From his past failure, he had drawn a conclusion—don't rush, get properly aroused first.
Marina turned her beautiful, perhaps somewhat broad for her build, rear to Maxim and lay on top of the guy. "Aha, position 69," thought Max. He had seen that in porn films.
What the girl was doing to his penis wasn't very pleasant. Her teeth, grazing his penis, made Max flinch from pain, but he said nothing, greedily examining the raisin-like wrinkles of her labia, surrounded, like a fur collar, by light brown down. Lifting his head from the pillow, Maxim kissed these slightly parted lips, sensing a slightly sharp but not unpleasant smell.
— Come on, let's..." said Marina, getting off him and turning around. Max froze, not knowing what she wanted. But the experienced girl took the initiative.
Lying on his back, Max looked at the girl. Marina hitched up the hem of her slip, holding it at her hips, and Maxim saw the girl's slightly convex stomach with a beautiful navel dimple, long legs of a soft cream color, and between them—darkening down, shaped into a perfect triangle that so attracted the eye.
Marina threw one leg over Maxim's hips, and placed her left knee on the bed, while she put her right foot on the floor. Max, as if hypnotized, stared at the lower part of the girl's stomach. In the dark-reddish down, he discerned something resembling two leeches stuck together. Max had never seen a female sexual organ so close before, and from this sight, his heart began to pound deafeningly, and his cheeks and ears flared up as when he had a fever from a cold.
— Everything's fine..." whispered Marina, smiling and looking at the guy's excited face. Taking his penis with two fingers, she fitted it to the entrance of her opening and softly impaled herself.
— Mm... ahh!.." Marina exhaled, throwing back her head. Max felt his penis softly engulfed by a chasm that was wet and hot. Marina, having impaled herself completely, began to rise slightly, her vagina tightened a little. The guy felt as if his penis was slightly squeezed, and the pleasant warm tightness began to slide off it, tickling slickly, releasing him to the outside. Max swallowed and closed his eyes. Marina began to slowly impale herself again. After a few seconds, she, moaning and tossing her disheveled hair, was already riding and bouncing vigorously on the moaning Max.
— Stop!.." the girl whispered hotly, suddenly freezing. Max felt their intimate muscles quivering. Sitting for a second with closed eyes, Marina got off the guy, unceremoniously pushed him aside as she lay down next to him, and uttered:
— Come on, get on top!
She had to help the guy, like a blind kitten poking around fruitlessly. Marina, closing her eyes and parting her lips of some yellowish hue, breathed heavily. Max moved inside her, and thought: "Here it is, the desired and long-awaited initiation into manhood! I am truly, like all people, having sex with a woman!"
In this room, the Gordian knot, woven over many years from grievances, fears, burning envy, shame, and lust, was cut so easily!.. Max saw himself as if from the outside—leaning on his hands, rhythmically slowly moving his stomach away from and closer to the girl's tanned tummy. Closer to the finish, Max hurried. He shuddered and, giving Marina his entire harvest, went limp, hot and panting, and fell onto the bed.
Marina, sitting on the bed, looked down: her lover's penis continued to throb, trembling like a caught sparrow in palms, and spurted semen.
— What a rich supply you have... it just won't stop pouring out..." Marina smirked.
Max smiled happily.