Therapy: First Sex – Pt 4

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Therapy: First Sex – Pt 4Down at the creek, I shared my sandwich with the 18 year old woman who now almost seemed my girlfriend. In ways, going into fifth grade had me more mature than her. I was the one listening to her and trying to offer words of advice or consolation. I shared my lunch, she shared her life.As we sat there with our feet dangling in the water, a fish suddenly brushed her foot and she squealed! I laughed at her and pointed at the fish as it darted away from us. When I looked over at her, her nipples were poking out like signal fires and my eyes went to them like iron to a magnet! She looked down at her tits and then at me. “If you are going to want to suck on my tits every time I get hard, you are going to be sucking me all summer long!”“And the problem with that would be?” I smiled at her and she shook her head and then laid back in the grass as she lightly pulled me on top of her.“Slow down there, big guy. The first one to the finish line is not always the winner.” She smiled up at me and so I kissed her gently on the lips. It was a kiss that stopped time. Reality ceased to exist and breathing became a forgotten option. Her eyes were closed when our lips slightly parted and she seemed to be a million miles away. I leaned over her and kissed first one closed eye and then the other and just looked down at her, memorizing that peaceful face.“How do you do that?” she asked without opening her eyes.“Do what?”“Make me feel like a treasure? How do you stop my heart and make time stand still?” Her eyes looked up at me and I saw the tears spill out of her eyes and straight back into her hair. “Every other guy that I have ever known wanted nothing more than to get between my legs or put me down on my knees. But you… You have listened to me. Why?”“Because you need to be heard.”We both were just there in that moment for a long time. Then I leaned over and kissed the tears that silently leaked from her eyes and ran back into her hair. When she turned her face to mine and our lips met, it was the one honest moment of my life. In that kiss we bonded more than in any other things we ever did. It was a raw, gentle, exchange of souls and breath.My hand rested on her flat stomach and she took both of her hands and just held it there before slowly moving it up between the cleft of her breasts. Her lips parted and our tongues touched and danced. I nibbled across the top of her lip, slipping my tongue to dance with hers. She slowly guided my hand to her breast and opened my hand to just cover it. Her nipple branded the palm of my hand to the point that I can still feel its hardness in the center of my hand, orhanlı escort decades later. I can still feel the firm flesh yield as my fingers gently weighed, squeezed and lifted her breast. I can still feel her groan on my lips….Her fingers left my hand and I glanced down to watch in rapture as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When I looked back up to her eyes she seemed genuinely glad that I was so in awe of her gift to me. I moved my hand inside the lightweight material and watched her eyes flutter close and her smile spread as my hand now touched the creamy softness of her breasts directly.It all happened while the world stood still. I kissed my way down her long neck and across the expanse of her fully mature chest. I could almost hear the vibration of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath were the tide that pulled on me inexorably to wade into the mess of a life she had. When her back arched as my lips wrapped around that nipple the pleasures was shared through us both!She pulled off my shirt and I pulled off her shorts. I was not embarrassed to look at her and she was proud to both be seen and to look at me! Our fingers and lips wandered, explored, touched virgin lands and set ablaze things that were shared and understood without words.When she laid me on my back there was no question as to whether we should or if it was a good idea. In the quiet of that field, with the murmuring of the creek nearby, we were serenaded by birds as Sylvia knelt over my hips, gripped my hard and leaking cock and rubbed it up and down her juicy pussy lips. She parted them with her fingers and I slipped inside of her. I was not fully a man. She probably could have taken me in one quick, hard, nasty thrust. Instead she leaned over me, rotating her hips with the head of my cock just snuggled inside of her. My hands moved down to her hips, allowing her breasts to swing freely above me. I helped her to slowly sink down so that my cock parted her velvet inner passage gently, peacefully. When I felt myself slip that last little bit into her, my hips rotated and pushed up into her with a mind all of their own. I wanted her to take more of me into her. I wanted all of me to crawl up into her!She threw her head back and I raised my lips to capture a freely swinging nipple and suck on it for a few seconds. My stiff rod was stirring and pressing upon everything inside of Sylvia. She was not ready to really and truly fuck me. She was letting us melt into one another. She introduced my hard dick to every portion of my womb and I was certain I was painting every inch of her with my salty pre-cum. aydınlı escort I should have been afraid about getting her pregnant, but the only thing I could mentally process was just how right every pit of it felt!She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead and then slowly she lifted her hips until only my head was in her pussy and it was only just in her vestibule. She held us there for a second and when I looked into her eyes, she asked simply, “Ready?” I had forgotten how to speak so I nodded and she smiled. She then began slowly fucking my cock in a steady, smooth controlled way.She pulled one hand and put it on her pussy and the other she moved back to her breasts as we slowly transitioned from slow exploration to passionate expressions of love and desire. I was getting ever closer and she was telling me that she was going to ruin me for every other woman.To be honest, I think she did. Because there has never so much need as there was in the two of us that day. Soon we were hurtling toward that cataclysmic breakdown of our minds and our bodies melted into a sweaty, cum covered, mind blown tangle of overwhelming emotions. When I felt the white gold of sperm boiling up from my scrotum through my pins to flood ever wall of her womb, I knew that there had never been a more thoroughly y and satisfied person!She stayed there over me; her hair fell over her face, hiding what was happening there. The echoes of our passion reverberated deep within her and into me and back. We shuddered and moaned and clutched one another. Then I saw a tear fall and splash on my chest. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I ?” I rushed to blurt out She rocked back on her heels and as I pushed myself up, I slipped out of her. She giggled, then slung her hair out of her face. She smiled at me even as the tears flowed.“You did not hurt me. I don’t think you could ever hurt me!” She smiled and we kissed. She told me that even though she had lost her cherry years before and had had too many men to think about between her thighs, I was the first man in her life to really make love to her. We talked and made love a couple of more times that day. She told me to never come by the trailer again. Never. She said she would try to meet me there at the creek whenever she could, but that she did not want me getting hurt or seeing the things of her life.She did come to the creek several times over the rest of the summer, but we never had sex again. We talked. In a way, that was more of making love and more intimate than what she thought of sex being like. A week before school was to start I went to the creek and found a note tuzla escort bayan tucked into a hollow tree branch we used as a mailbox. It said she was leaving. She thanked me for loving her. That was the last time I saw her alive.————————————————–“Did you ever try to find her?” the good Doctor asked as I sat there staring at a blank wall behind her.“No. Three months later there was a car crash. Her Mom and Cindy were strung out on d**gs. They went left of center and killed a couple coming home from his retirement dinner. Those folks were friends of my parents. To the best of my knowledge, Sylvia did not come to the funeral for her mom or sister.“Five months after I got married, I got a call. It was from the funeral home from my home town. Sylvia had died. She had asked me to be notified. Try explaining to your bride of 5 months that you have to travel 50 miles to a funeral for the person you lost your virginity to. Try convincing her you haven’t seen or heard from them in years.”“Try to hide from your wife that you have compared your every the touch, kiss, caress, and the tender vulnerable nature to a woman you have not had any contact with for years. Try to deny to yourself that you may still be in love with a ghost.”“I went to the graveside service. It was all they were having for her. Other than the funeral home staff and the men that opened the grave and would soon close it, there was only one other person. I introduced myself to her and found out she was an aide at a nursing home. Sylvia had had both breasts removed six months earlier, due to cancer. There was no place for her to go, so she was sent to a nursing home. The aide said that not one person came to see her during those 6 months. She had never gotten married, didn’t have any c***dren and all of her relatives were dead.“The day before she died, she asked for a single thank you card, so I got one from a stash we have in the nurse’s lounge. I asked her if she wanted me to write anything for her. She smiled and said no. So I gave her a pen and left the room. I came back 15 minutes later and she had sealed the envelope. She wrote your name on the outside of the envelope and asked me to make certain you got it if you came to her funeral. She never said another word before slipping into a c*** that evening.I opened the envelope and pulled out the cream colored note. The words in silver on the front said “Thank You” in a fancy script. When I flipped it open, in shaky printed letters it said, “for love”.I looked up at at Dr. Sumar as she dabbed at her eyes and said, “So how do you fix this?” She simply turned her head and cried. I slowly got to my feet and left my story on the seat… along with the Thank You.—————————So how does a guy write about sex from so many different weird angles? Maybe when his first sexual encounters begin like this…..

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