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|08-08-2012, 07:14 AM||#1|
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Victoria & Josh - a teen love story.
You might find it wierd that a tall, blonde, blue eyed, girl with a desireable body still is a virgin at 17 years old. I, however don't, because I am that blonde teen. I had never wanted to lose my virginity, not for realz, but I found it kind of entertaining to tease the boys in my school. I don't want to sound to full of myself, but honestly, it is a fact that many boys stare at me down the corridor. Or well, they did, when I went in High school. Jumping over 2nd grade because I was too smart, I graduated a year earlier than I was suppose to.
I went to a lot of parties in my days, and did a few blowjobs, but I never got enough drunk to let someone get in my panties. I somehow managed to get boys hanging after me anyway, but maybe it was of my looks. I know they love me!
Anyway, my dream was to simply lose my virginity to someone I really wanted to marry. Of course, I wouldn't wait until I was about 25 to lose my virginity, so I simply hope that I really love the boy I was losing my virginity to, and that he loved me.
And yeah, that's pretty much what you need to know about me, so I'll tell you a story, which start like this:
I woke up one morning, by the sunshine outside my window, shining into my room making it too light to sleep. I smiled at the blue heaven and the brids singing outside, before I got out of bed. I walked to my wardrobe and opened it, quickly picking a pair of very short shorts and a white-pink checked shirt that I tied up below my breasts. I didn't wear a bra.
I slowly walked up to the mirror and looked at the reflection. I kind of liked what I saw, so I smiled again. My hands picked up a wide hairbrush and I brushed through my Barbie-like hair with quick, habit movements. I didn't want any makeup on today, so I simply left it there and walked down to the breakfast.
Two hours later, I was playing beach volleyball with the guys (and not too many girls) from my old class. I keep feeling the poor boys' admiring looks at me, especially when I jumped and my breasts hopped inside my thin bikini-top, and I liked it. My whole life had been a competition with my big brother and my little sister for attention from mom and dad. Since I was a mature and wise girl, I often got least attention by us three, so, I simply couldn't help loving the admiring, and jealous, looks I got from the boys and a few girls. The whole beachvolley game ended in that my team lost, and the boys in it of course got furious because they HAD lost, so they started to accuse the winners for cheating. As I weren't as competitive as the boys, I walked away, unseen. When I did so, I suddenly noticed a boy, sitting alone not too far away from the game, looking utterly miserable. I walked up to him, and sat down beside him. He was black, with short, black hair. He wasn't as powerful as the other boys on the beach, but more 'tough' than the other boys.
Overall, he was pretty cute.
"Hi." I said softly and smiled at him. At first, he looked confused and, was it scared? but then his face softened when he saw me smiling. "Hi there." His voice was dark and pleasant. I smiled even more. "Why aren't you playing with us?" I asked and jerked my head towards the plan, where they still were arguing. The boy in front if me shaked his head. "I don't think I'm welcome to play." He said slowly, sadly. I blinked, trying to understand that he said. The guys were nice and, a bit stupid to be honest, but really fair guys, and they wouldn't say no to a new team member. "I think it has something to do with my skin color." The boy continued, and I could feel my mouth fall open.
Racism? Really? I looked over at the plan again, and it dawned to me. Of course they where nice and gentle, to me, but that was just to get under my skirt. To someone like the boy in front of me, they wouldn't have any reason to be nice. I wondered why I hadn't seen it earlier. "Well..." I started, but I didn't know how to continue, and I didn't need to anyway, because Scott, the clearly most handsome boy here (and I have to admit, that I for a while seriously thought of letting him pop my cherry), came up to us and said: "Come on, let's go and bathe in the Ocean or something, Tori!" He said, not even looking at the guy beside me. I gave Scott a calm look, and said: "sorry, but I'm on my period, and I need to rest." I knew it was a lie, but I didn't feel like socialize with those complete, lying pigs anymore. Scott, who didn't look embarrassed at me talking about my period, simply shrugged and walked back to the group, saying something to the boys, who immediately looked really disappointed and threw small eyecasts at me, before they turned to the other girls. I, however, turned to the boy beside me. "As you heard, I'm Victoria, but call me Tori. What's your name?" I said, politely and smiled at him again. "I'm Joshua, Josh." He said. Josh. I like that name, I thought to myself. This could be the starting of a whole new relationship, I joked in my head, and had to smile at the thought.
I soon noticed that Josh didn't look my body as much as Scott and the others, instead he looked at my face. I liked that. Again, I thought this would lead me to something new.
When the sun started to set, I finally had to say goodbye to Josh, but not before I gave him my number and address.
As I walked home, I thought about the day. Me and Josh had talked the whole day through, and I had started to like him. Very much.
The following days we met often, and when we didn't, we texted eachother. Josh had a special talent for making me laugh in real life or per text message, and every time I thought of him, I could feel a tingle in my stomach, that I'd never felt before. I started to notice new things about him; that his eyes kept shifting color from brown to a brown-greenish color, that when he walked, he always put his hands in his pockets, or that his smile made me smile.
I knew where this was heading, I was starting to get in love.
And so, it happened. Josh, who had been away about two weeks to his family in Africa, and I decided to meet on the beach a sunny Sunday, in the end of the summer. I put on the same things I had had the first day I met Josh, you know, the checked shirt and the shorts, but this time, I put on my white and blue bikini beneath. I jumped onto my bicykle and started pedaling to the beach. When I finally got there, Josh where already there. I ran to him, and couldn't help it, so I hugged him, hard. I could feel his bare chest against my stomach, and the usual butterflies in my belly started off. I could mentally see Josh smiling above my head (Yes, Josh was taller than The Tall Tori), and he slowly patted my back. I inhaled the smell of him before I let go.
"So.." I started, smiling up at him. "So.." he repeated teasingly and smiled again. Oh, how I loved that smile! It was even better than I had remembered it.
I looked around at the beach, while I felt Josh take a strand of my hair and started to play with it. Josh loved my hair. His liking for my hair reminded me about when I was smaller, and used to travel to Egypt with my family. The people there loved my hair, just like Josh.
Maybe it was something with black people and blonde hair, but I don't know.
"So. Did you meet any cute, curvy African girls, then?" I asked, and broke the silence. I looked up on his face. Josh merely smiled. "I only have eyes for one girl, anyway." He said, quietly, fixing his eyes in mine. I inhaled deeply. "And, she stands before me." He added, and looked even more intensely at me. I didn't realise I had kept my breath until I released it. My heart ticked faster than ever. "Really?" I breathed. I could hear how cheesy this sounded in my head, but oh, how little I cared! Josh nodded, smiled, and said: "I've liked you long before you started talking to me, but I guess that just was a naive chrush on your beauty. When you started talking to me, I realised how you were kind. Truth to be told, I actually thought you where a bit bitchy before I met you." He looked a little bit embarrassed. "Oi!" I laughed, and gave him a soft slap on the cheek. He smiled, but bent forward and brushed his lips against mine, briefly. Hungry for more, for him, I pressed my lips against his in a hard kiss. As our tongues explored eachother's mouths, I could feel myself aroused. I pressed myself against Josh, wishing he could move his hands from my back and explore my body. "Please Josh..." I groaned against his lips, without breaking the kiss, as he still didn't move his hands.
Later, when I thought back on this moment, I understood he had hold his hands there because of respect to me. You see, when I asked for it, his hands suddenly where everywhere. I loved it. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to overexpand my belly. I was that happy right now.
After a long while, Josh broke the kiss. I desperately wanted more of him, now, and tried to reach out for him, but he stopped me, holding me there. "No, Tori. Not today." He said firmly, and I could do nothing but give up.
Josh and I started dating after that, and on our sixth date, a parentfree dinner at his, I knew I was ready. Ready to lose my virginity, and ready for Josh. So, after the dinner we walked up to Josh's room to watch a movie which of I got to choose. I chose Running Man, just because it was Arnold Schwarzenegger, and we cuddled up in the bed. As soon as the movie ended, I started kissing Josh passionately. His hands traveled up and down to my body, but stopped at my breasts. He gently squeezed them in a way that made me understand that while he was my first, I surely wasn't his. I started to unbutton his shirt, but he suddenly broke the kiss and looked at me. "Tori. Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. I was sure. I had never been so sure in my whole life. I wanted this. Now. Josh didn't need any more confirmation than that, and he kissed me again, in a way he hadn't done before. It was more dominant and harsh. I liked it.
I pulled off his shirt and let my hands travel his abs and up on his chest. My hands stopped in his neck as I pulled him tightly against me. He ripped off my tank top, revealing my black bra. He started feeling my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra, and I moaned slightly. Suddenly the bra fell off too, revealing my round and firm C-cup breast. Josh stopped for a second, looking at them, admiring them. Then he started kissing me that way again, his hands pinching and rolling and squeezing my breasts and nipples in a way that made me want to squirm and squeak in lust. I had never been this horny in my entire life. Suddenly Josh's mouth disappeared from mine, and I could feel him kissing my right nipple. He gently sucked it in between his lips and bit and suckled it slightly. I moaned in pleasure. My hands were on his jeans, and I quickly undid his belt and gulf, and then pulling them down to his knees. Josh kicked his jeans down the rest of the way. His mouth now moved from my right to my left nipple, where he started to suckle and bite it slightly. I moaned again, and started to caress his semi-hard member through his black boxers. He groaned against my chest, and he almost immediately got hard. His hands where down at my skirt now, slowly pulling it up, onto my belly, revealing my pink panties with cat motives. He looked down at these and smiled. I smiled back, a bit embarrassed. I had forgot to change these into something sexy! But, just like he had read my mind, Josh said softly: "I like them. They're hotter than anything, because they're you." He kissed me again, tenderly biting my lip, before he started working on my breasts again.
Because I was so horny, my panties where already soaked with my fluids. I continued to jerk Josh off, as he started to gently rub my clit in circular motions. Holy shit, that felt better than something I ever had done to myself! (And that's quite something, considering I masturbated very often, sometimes three or four times a day). I moaned in pleasure, and Josh continued his never-tiring kissing of my breasts and rubbing on my clit. He also started to caress my tight virgin hole while he was circulating my clit, but it wasn't first until he gently pushed one finger inside me, as I got pushed over the edge, and the most powerful orgasm in my life, yet. My hips bucked up against Josh's hands and I almost screamed in pleasure. When I was done cumming, I panted: "alright, now it's your turn!" I scooted down so that I had his stiffened penis above me, in his boxers. Slowly I pulled these off, and revealed a thick dick, that really deserved the words: "a big black cock." Willingly, I kissed the tip of his member, before I took the head in my mouth and gently sucked it, teasing Josh a little bit. Josh, however, didn't seem to notice. His eyes were closed and he groaned a little bit. I smiled and stuffed as much of his meat inside of my mouth as possible. I manages to get in about two thirds of him inside, when I started gag him lightly. Entirely pulling away from his dick, I said: "woah, you're really big, beastie-boy!" I smiled broadly and stuffed his gigantic cock in my mouth again. I loved how he tasted, he actually tasted better than any other cocks I've ever tasted. I bobbed my head up and down the half of his dick, the rest I covered with one of my hands. Josh groaned even more, and suddenly his eyes fell wide open, and he said, very high: "Oooh, fuck! I'm going to... Cuuum!" And as he said that, he shot hot blasts of hot, sticky cum in my mouth and down my throat. I tried to swallow everything, but some of it just slipped out of my mouth and ran down my cheek. Josh moaned once more and looked down at me. I had pulled out his dick out of my mouth, but a thin line of cum still linked us together. He pulled me up close, dried away the cum I missed, and then he kissed me hard and passionate, starting to feel my body again. "I love... You, Tori.." he panted, but I didn't have to answer for him to know the right answer. "I love you too." I said, without any doubts. I streched my arms down to his softened member again, and in no time I managed, with some magic hand movements, give him a hard on again. Josh, who got the deal, gently removed my hands from his meat, and he guided himself to my virgin pussy. "Be gentle." I whispered, as his head parted my lips, and he slowly sank into me.
He was so big! So incredibly big that it wasn't true. I couldn't make out if it was hurting me, or if it wasn't. I breathed short and shallow, waiting for him to meet my hymen. He slowly pushed further in, and my hymen popped. It hurt like hell, and I gave a whimper and buried my nails in his back. "Tori", Josh whispered. "Are you okay?" I still breathed shallow, but I looked up at Josh and nodded. It still hurt, and I could see blood flood from my vagina, down my asscrack and land on the bed.
I looked away. Josh gently pulled his dick out again, almost entirely, and pushed in a little bit. He started to pick up a pace, and the pain got replaced by pleasure. I moaned, while Josh grunted, and said things like; "fuck, you're so tight, Tori!" And that surely was true, I could feel every inch of him inside me, pumping in and out. He was so big and I so tight that he almost ripped me open. He started pumping faster and faster, and I could soon feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. "Ooooh! FUCKING SHIT! I'm cummiiiiiiing!" I screamed, and came harder than I ever had done in my whole life. My back arched and my shoulders, just like my hips, completely left the bed, and my body started twitching uncontrollably. My orgasm lasted at least an minute, and Josh came during it, because my pussy clamped so hard against his dick when I had my orgasm. I could feel Josh shooting ripple after ripple of hot semen into me. I moaned, and then I looked up at Josh. I suddenly started to giggle, hard. In no time, me and Josh, was laughing extremely hard in Josh's bed, in Josh's house, all naked, me with his hot semen inside me.
I was happy I was on P-pills.
After our laugh-attack, me and Josh curled and cuddled up in his bed, falling asleep that way.
When I woke up the next morning, I found Josh lying next to me, looking at me. "You look beautiful when you sleep." He mumbled. I smiled and snuggled into him. "I love you." I said, and I meant it.
And as I have to say, cheesy love stories are usually the cutest. That's why this is cute.
Much love if you comment and gives some constructive critics!
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|08-08-2012, 05:15 PM||#2|
The Artful Codger
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A very well-told tale. I liked your personable approach, at the beginning, where you seemed to be just talking to us. Could use better grammar and spelling but that didn't ruin it for me.
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