Going out with Claire

I met Claire at university and as soon as I saw her I knew she was different from the other girls. She looked like she was from a different age; she always wore a skirt and spoke very politely. It also transpired that she went to church every Sunday. We got talking and became friends but I never thought she would go out with me. Well, I was wrong. One day, as we were talking we started kissing and suddenly I was completely in love with her. As our relationship became stronger of course I started feeling that it was time to go a bit further than kissing, but I wasn't sure how. Claire was quite shy and I didn't want to frighten her off. So I took things slowly. I used to drive her home after college and when we stopped at her parent's house we always had a goodby kiss. After a few weeks I gently touched her boobs and she did not pull away. I started having a feeling that she wanted me to take the initiative, but I also sensed that I had to take it gradually. So after another few weeks, as we were kissing, my hand moved down her sundress and I rested my finger on her panties, then went a bit further and I was actually touching her pussy, albeit only through the fabric! She kept kissing me and I felt the moisture on my finger. It was wonderful. It also left the most erotic smell on my finger; I had never smelt anything so feminine and sexy before.  Encouraged by the progress, the next day I went even further and managed to push down her panties far enough so that I could slide my finger down her pubes and find the slit. I moved my finger until I felt the little button of her clitoris and started rubbing it gently. She started panting. We were both getting really excited but the place and the time just wasn't right to do anything more.Then a few days later she invited me to stay over at her sister's and although she didn't say anything, I suspected that she was trying to arrange some time together when we would be able to take things further. Claire's parents were quite religious and strict but I got the feeling her sister was a bit more liberal minded although she did put us up in separate bedrooms.  So I stayed over and I could hardly wait for bedtime. I went to bed and after a wait that seemed like ages, Claire slipped into my room. It was dark but I could hear her taking her nightshirt off and within a few seconds we were lying in bed next to each other, all naked. We turned towards each other and started kissing and I moved my hand down. She opened her legs slightly and I started rubbing her clitoris. She was kissing me harder now and her breathing became labored. Then she tentatively moved her hand and wrapped her fingers round my cock and started stroking it. I felt she wasn't sure how to do it but boy, was it exciting! I felt a massive urge to shoot and then suddenly she started gasping for breath and her grip tightened and she had a massive orgasm. I could feel her spasms inside her pussy and I couldn't hold it back any more. I started spurting my load and nearly passed out. Then we calmed down and bit and suddenly I realized: oh my God, I have just jizzed over the most beautiful girl in my life and she probably didn't expect that - what if she is grossed out? There was a few seconds of silence and then suddenly I heard a soft giggle. there put the bedside lamp on and looked at me. She was smiling but there was also a bit of curious amazement in her eyes too. Basically, she was covered. I shot over her boobs and belly and it was starting to trickle down onto the sheets. 

"That was... incredible.", she said, "I could feel it fly out and hit my boobs!

"I'm sorry..", I said, feeling embarrassed, "I couldn't help it."

"Don't be silly", she said", "It's OK. It's kind of... sexy." 

Alter I realized once the embarrassment was gone, we both felt relieved. Not just in the bodily sense, but somehow a barrier between us had broken. We found a way of pleasuring each other and we didn't need to feel the frustration any more.

Then mutual masturbation became our routine for a while. Claire showed me how to finger her for maximum pleasure, with one finger inside her and another rubbing her clitoris at the same time. After she came, it was my turn. Sometimes I just lay on my back and she gently stroked me until I came, making satisfied little noises as I was spurting and my sperm ran down her hand. Or, if I wanted to, I stood in front of her and come over her boobs. One day she left her tights on - she saw I got turned on by her wearing them and made me come over the black nylon. I couldn't believe my luck. Some days I looked at her, all shy and prim as we were talking to her parents and I thought how, just the night before, had her legs apart, spreading her pussy lips for me, or imagined her boobs covered in my juices. This is how it all started, and from then onwards we followed the well trodden path towards making love properly, getting pregnant somewhat unexpectedly, getting married, having a baby, then another one and now twenty six years later we are still together, and still playing the game of masturbating together when we want to remember those hot summer days when we first got together.