It began innocently, of course. Long hugs and maybe the occasional smack on the ass. Eventually it grew into more. One night, Jill and I were watching a movie with her Dad. It was a cold night, and Jill and I were snuggled up on the couch with a blanket. Jill fell asleep quickly, and soon it was just Steve, Jill’s father, and myself watching the movie. I couldn’t fall asleep, and Jill had stolen most of the blanket from me. Luckily, her father saw that I was shivering on the couch and offered for me to share his blanket.

I hesitated at first, but I made my way over to the other couch where he was making room for me. We had flirted before, so this advance was nothing new. I sat close to Steve and he quickly put his arms around my lower waist and drew me closer. I looked back and him as if to say “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He smiled at me and kissed the back of my neck. At that point I was defenseless. 

“Jill is asleep, Babe,” he whispered. “She’s out like a light. I promise she won’t wake up.”

I wasn’t convinced, but the tingling on my neck told me everything would be okay. I laid my head and Steve’s shoulders and just relaxed as he brushed the hair away from my neck. He started kissing my neck and buried his nose into my long red hair.

“You smell so good, Chelsea,” he whispered. “I just want to be close to you.”

He pulled me closer, and soon enough I was sitting on his lap. We continued to watch the movie, but I know neither of us had our minds on the television screen. I felts Steve move his hands from my waist, up to my stomach. He slipped his fingers underneath my tank top and began to caress my stomach. I had been working out for two months in the Ab Lab, so I knew he would like what he found. He rubbed his hands across my stomach and pressed down on my abs to feel my muscles.

“Damn, girl! You’ve been working out,” he laughed into my ear.

“That’s not the only thing that’s tight,” I teased back.

With that I had let down all boundaries. He knew that I wanted him to see just how tight I was. He slide his hands down to my jean and unzipped the zipper. I trembled in anticipation as each one of his fingers got closer to my pussy. He could only get so far before my stubborn jeans got in the way.

“Let’s get these off of you girl.”

I thought for a second about my friend Jill asleep on the couch next to us, but that didn’t even seem important compared to the warm hands that were reaching toward my now wet pussy. But now he had pulled my jeans down to my ankles and had slipped his hands into my pink panties. I only have a small bit of pubic hair, but he took upon himself to tease me for a bit. He pulled at the red tufts of my pussy hair and laughed.

“I always wanted to have a fire crotch!” Steve joked.

“Hey!” I whispered back. “Who says you get any of this at all?” 

I wasn’t in any position to stop him. It all felt to good. His fingers found their way down to my clit and he pulled my pink panties down.

“Just relax, fire crotch,” he teased. “Spread your legs a little bit.”

My legs were open wide and he had full access to my pussy. He started rubbing my clit with his right hand, and my inner legs with his left hand. It felt amazing. I opened my legs wider and wider and he slid his fingers down to my hole. I was so wet that two fingers slipped right in. He tried for a third finger, and with that I gave a bit of resistance. It was a tight squeeze. He jammed the three fingers in and pulled me closer to him. I could feel a hard bulge between my legs.

“I’m going to finger fuck you. It will feel good once you get loose,” he told me.

He kept moving his fingers in out and out of my pussy and just as he said, it began to feel good. It began to feel awesome. His fingers kept hitting the same spot and I began to feel like I was going to explode. I didn’t even notice that I had started to moan so load.

“Shhh, Baby,” he said. “Don’t wake up Jill.”

At this point I didn’t even care. I just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. My pussy was dripping wet. He began kissing my neck and whipered into my ear, “Chelse...I think you are going to come.”

My clit was tingling and I could feel warmth all over my body. So this was what It meant to orgasm! I laid there with my wet pussy throbbing as Steve gently rubbed my inner thighs. I couldn’t even move, my body was in a trance.

“Was that your first orgasm?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said, embarrassed. I didn’t want him to know I was still a virgin.

“Maybe someday I can show you another first,” he whispered. He started to pull my pants up and told me that we better cool things down before Jill wakes up. I agreed, but I knew this couldn’t be the last of our firsts..

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