I like the power of being with a virgin.
I found out my lab partner was a virgin at the cohort Christmas part a few weeks ago. Ever since then I've become obsessed with fucking him. We had been flirting all year but after the holidays I had a mission.
Men like him-- nerdy, sheltered -- are too easy, so it only took a week of catching his glances and brushing against his arm at work for him to ask me for my number and plan a weekend hangout alone. Better he thinks it was his idea.
That Saturday I met him at a local bar. One beer later, we were walking back to his place. Another drink there and we were in his room. Ever the forward one, I sit on his bed as he nervously rolls around in a desk chair.
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Mmhmm."
"You said you have bad luck with girls. Does that mean things ended poorly or like never happened."
"Mostly never happened."
"You would want it to?"
"Yeah, of course."
I get up and cross the room quickly. I swing my leg to sit on his lap and his hand wraps around my back. I kiss him before he can say anything.
Within seconds I can feel him getting hard underneath me. I reach one hand down to massage his inner thigh.
I take his cock into my mouth and he moans. The thought that he had never experienced this before makes me unimaginably horny.
I let spit run out of my mouth down his cock into my waiting hand below. My hand and mouth move in unison with my tongue licking at the base of the head.
I push his cock deep into my mouth, humming out a moan as it filled the back of my throat. With this I felt him pulsing and know I had to back off if I want to make this last longer. I remove my mouth reluctantly and look up at his almost pained face.
We kiss for a few moments and I let him help undress me. His hands shake and move with a fear that he'll hurt me.
"Relax." I command and push him onto his back on the bed. I straddle him with just my panties on, angling the cotton over his still-rock solid waiting cock. On top of him I feel in power. I love knowing how desperate he is to experience me, to experience this.
"Feel how wet I am." I whisper into his ear, laying my breasts across his chest and grinding my crotch down. I peel my panties off from one leg then the other.
"Ready?" I confirm and he nods. I guide his tip to my waiting hole. I don't rush the moment. One of my favorite sounds is hearing a man gasp as he first enters me. This one doesn't disappoint.
I'm so wet that I can immediately move up and down with ease. He pushes his head back into the pillow and moans. "I, I can't." I feel him go stiff. I manage to pull his cock out of me and catch the second, third, and fourth pulses of cum in my hand, but the first squirt drips down from me. I knew he wouldn't last more than a few strokes. I'll continue his education in round 2.
He looked at me, panting, dizzy, infatuated. He thanked me profusely, holding me close and stroking my body with wonder.
It still makes me so wet to think about how pleased and grateful he was to even be in my presence, never mind inside of me. I wish could make a business showing guys a good first time.
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