He tipped his chair back and stared at me with those dark brown inquisitive eyes and whistled lowly.
"So.. let me get this straight," He started as he folded his arms around his chisled chest, "You're 19 years old,"
"That's right," I replied with a tip of my head as my chestnut brown hair fell around my shoulders.
"And you've never even kissed a guy before."
"Yeah," I answered with a shrug. "I've just never found that perfect guy I guess."

His eyebrows burrowed and his stare deepened as if he was trying to figure me out. "Are you serious? You've really never kissed a guy before?"
I let out an exasperated sigh and half rolled my eyes at him. "Ryan, that's what I've been trying to convince you of for the last half and hour. No, I really haven't".
His confused expression almost made me laugh. It was so cute to see him like this- usually he was macho and tough, now he was stumped. I had stumped him.
"I just.. haven't. I think I have high expectations, and no one's been able to fill them yet. I know I should probably lower them, but I just KNOW that there's this guy whos a one-in-a-lifetime chance and he's there. I know it." I let it all out in one breath as I always did when I was talking about "him". 

"Wow". Ryan's hand went up to his forehead and his forefinger and his thumb massaged his forehead. "Christine, you're never going to find this guy-"
"Oh really?" I questioned him. "And how would you know, Mr. Smarty Pants?"
"Cause I'm a genius." He said in a hushed voice. I laughed at his expression as he said that phrase, but I knew he was right. He was a genius- proven IQ tests and everything. "But seriously Christine, if you put those expectations on anyone, they're going to fail."
"And that's why I'm NOT putting them on just anyone." I finished for him. "Just him. No one else." 

I got that faraway look in my eye as I gazed across the ocean at the light coral sunset. The wind swept quietly across my ankles and blew the ruffles of my white dress up to my knees as my hand went to hold it from going any further. My bare toes played in the white sand as my hand toyed with my drink. I closed my eyes and felt pure joy as I knew that this was why I loved coming to the ocean. My family had a beach front summer house and this year, I was allowed to invite three friends. I chose my best friends to come along- Jessica and Samuel, and had given the last choice to Sam. Ryan, being the same age as all of us, came along, as he was Sam's best friend. That night, Jessica and Sam had gone to the boardwalk to date (four months and three days and counting), so it was just me and Ryan left for dinner. We had cooked Italian pasta, my favorite, and Ryan, surprisingly, turned out to be an excellent cook.

"All done?" His question snapped me out of my daze and I nodded my head as I came back to reality. 

As we started to pick up the dishes from our fold out table, I asked him, "That dinner was amazing Ryan. How'd you learn how to cook like that?"
His eyes gleamed and a slight smile was hinted on his face as he replied, "I don't cook and tell". I threw him a glance that said everything- you dork. He laughed his deep baratone laugh and flicked a piece of pasta at my arm. 

"Hey!" I laughed, and kicked sand near his feet as I ran for my life towards the sand dune leading to the house. He ran after me, abandoning the dishes and he grabbed me near the middle of the hill, sweeping me off my feet as he carried me. I squealed with joy as he swung me around, but the best got to him. He tripped and he fell backwards with me, still in his arms. His head rested in the sand as mine rested in his shoulder niche, as his chest moved up and down to the sound of my heart. My arms still around his shoulder, he raised his head, smiled that shy little grin and asked me, "So what is your perfect guy like, eh Christine?"
I sat up on his lap as I thought for a second or two. "Well.. he would have to be tall, dark and handsom... be able to serenade me, I love guys who sing..." I suddenly noticed that Ryan's deep brown eyes were staring into mine, as his arms had slowly moved around my hips. His expression is one that I will never forget- its like that "suddenly see your soulmate" look. 

And I smiled as I continued, gazing right back, "And being a good cook wouldn't hurt either."

He smiled that same melting smile as he brought his lips closer to mine and I became liplocked in my very first kiss. His expert lips moved silently as his hands moved across my face. His gentle tounge probed into my throbbing lips and his tounge became intertwined with mine, and we fell back together on the sand, my lips on top of his. My hands moved on his head and my fingers ran through his hair, gently massaging his neck and his arms. He broke our kiss and moved to my ear, sucking on the lobe gently and whispering his thoughts about me, next, moving to the small hole of my neck of which I am sensitive to. I began to breath heavily as I grabbed his head up from my neck and brought it back to lips and gave him the heart wrenching kiss of his life. As we continued kissing, I took his hand in mine and brought it up to my right breast. 

His touch was electrifying, I arched my back and gave sighs of pleasure as he massaged my breast, and gave a small gasp as his thumb rubbed back and forth on my erect nipple. I needed more, and I started undress myself by removing my dress top. I unzipped my dress and gave him acess to my satin silky black bra, and while still in the heat of making out, reached his hand over my back and undid the bra clasp in seconds. The restraining bra came free, allowing him to touch my breast with no restrictions, and his thumb and his forefinger pinched my nipple as I gave a moan of pure pleasure. He broke free of our kiss again, this time, to wrap his lips around my long awaiting nipple and to gently suck on it. 

He rolled his tounge around the tip and I nearly buckled as he gave my left breast the same treatment. I now was wet and waiting for his love and I guided his hands under my dress and his two fingers rubbed against my clit and I was taken aback by the sudden rush of pleasure. He stopped, and I looked at him to see what was wrong. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked in a husky voice and me with my swollen lips silently nodded yes to his unneeded answer. He smiled and began to rub my clit again though my panties, and just as I was on the brink of orgasm, I touched his hand to stop. I sat up, and undid his button shirt, breaking two of his buttons at the same time. I threw his shirt across the sand, and I ran my hands down his chest, playing with some of the chest hair, while I circled his nipples with my delicate fingers. My hands reached down as I was kissing my way down his body, and undid his jean buttons and slid his pants and boxers off, leaving him entirely naked. 

I took my time looking at his magnificent body, and slowly took in my hands his semi erect penis, seven inches long even when not fully erect. He breathed in a sigh as I slowly started to work my way up and down his cock, and his head was laid back, eyes closed, just enjoying the sensations wash over him. I had never touched a man before, but his hands guided me well, and I knew well enough what oral sex was. I put my throbbing lips on the head of his massive cock, his precum lubricating my lips. I flicked the mushroom top of it, slowly circling the head. 

He let out a small moan and I began to suck his cock, taking in inch by inch. By the time I had it all in my mouth, I was nearly choking as he was face-fucking me as hard as he could and he came in my mouth, with five strong spurts, and the sixth landing on my cheeks. 

 It took him a minute to come to his senses, and as soon as he did, he pulled off the rest of my dress, which by this time, had bunched up around my waist. With precision, he peeled off my panties, and he kissed me again as his cock hardened once more with the help of my hands. My legs were spread open wide, ready to accept his penis, and he positioned himself with his cock in his hands. 

He slid the mushroom head up and down my slit as he looked for the opening and it was in. He started to slowly pump up in and out, streching my hymen and with a cry from me, he broke it, taking with him, my virginity. He started pumping faster now, my pain replaced with waves of pleasure crashing over me one by one. I moaned his name again and again into the night sky, "Harder Ryan, do me harder. Oh yes baby, keep going, don't ever stop. Oh yes, Ryan, keep going, oh yes oh yes!" He grunted as ball slapped against me while he was pushing in and out. He raised my hips higher and the penetration was so deep that I felt myself scream. I was fucking him too now, my hips moving to meet his, harder and harder. "Oh Ryan baby, you're so good, Oh Ryan, Ryan, RYAN, RYAN!!!!!!!" I screamed as I reached my first orgasm of the night, shuddering under the pressure, but he wasn't finished yet. 

He kept pumping in and out, in and out, until I felt myself reaching another orgasm, even stronger than the last. "Oh baby, oh, that feels so good, keep going baby, keep going, OH yeah, Ryan, Ryan, baby, Ryan, OH YES, YES, YES, OH OH MY GOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!" I felt like the lights in my head all went off and my entire body shook. 

My vagina walls tightened and I felt Ryan reaching his orgasm, and his cock shot off seven more spurts into me. He collasped on top of me, and I kissed his sweating forehead. His head rested on my chest, breathing together and lying together on that warm beach sand. He raised his head and looked up at me lovingly, "I'm sorry you didn't find that perfect guy you wanted."

I gazed back at him and replied, "What are you talking about?". I smiled and he rested his head back onto my chest. "You're right here".

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