AUTHOR = Virgo
E-MAIL = withheld
Now, don't get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with straight sex the way I see it. It can be very nice and comforting and all that, but...
From early on in my sexual experience, I discovered that I had an attraction to walking that edge of danger and humiliation. I found that society's standards didn't necessarily match my own. That was pretty difficult for me to accept at first. I went to a Catholic school through 11th grade. I'm not kidding, a real, honest-to-God (pun intended), Catholic school. It was liberal, as far as Catholic schools went (we had regular teachers rather than nuns), but still, how liberal can that be?
I was fairly sheltered. When you go to school with the same boys from kindergarten on -- it's hard to ever start thinking of them in sexual terms. Or to have them see you that way. The cutest guy in my class was someone that I had once dared to eat a disgusting cafeteria plate concoction (mix a little something from each compartment, add ketchup, salt, pepper, juice, and a splash of milk). He did. He got sick.
You see my problem?
So there I was, just 18 and never been (properly) kissed. Through a divorce, a move, and some money problems -- I found myself in a new city, at a (gasp) public school. Well, by eighteen I had filled out pretty decently. Add to that the fact that public school allows girls to wear make-up, and I guess I was looking pretty good as a senior. At least I got my share of attention from the guys (I think they had heard rumors about Catholic school girls).
I went out on a couple of dates, with a couple of different guys. It was pretty awkward and boring. Then I started dating Ryan. He was cute, quiet and intelligent. He didn't make me nervous. I liked him. He was basically a nice guy. We saw movies and did homework together. We also made out -- very simple kissing and light, over the clothes, petting. It was okay, but it wasn't like the feeling I had read about in Harlequin novels (but then again, what was?).
Then one night we were at his house. Chris, Ryan's best friend, and Chris' girlfriend, Tammy, were there too. We were watching a movie called "9 1/2 Weeks." Have you seen it? Well, I've seen a lot more explicit things since then, but at the time -- wow! It was pretty embarrassing too.
The first part of it, I just sat uncomfortably in Ryan's den trying to act as casual about it as the three of them. Chris and Tammy were on the floor, near the TV, snuggled together under a blanket. Ryan and I were sitting on the couch. At some point he pulled me over so that I was leaning against him, with his arm around my waist.
Halfway into the movie, I began to relax. I was enjoying the movie, and beginning to sink into the pleasant warmth that seemed to be concentrating in the lower regions of my body. Without warning, Ryan's hand slid under the elastic waistband of my skirt, right inside my underwear. (Good aim. Did he have practice at this?) His hand quickly found my pussy.
Now, I hadn't realized that the movie was making me wet. I probably didn't even know the term. The second his dry fingers reached my pussy I became completely aware of how wet and hot it was. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I instinctively moved my pelvis forward to put more pressure against my clit. Almost simultaneously, my brain kicked into action. A sense of outrage overtook the sense of pleasure.
With a gasp, I jerked my body away from his hand. Chris looked back to see what the noise was about. I turned bright red and tried to pull further away. Chris' eyes returned to the TV. Ryan pulled me tightly to him.
"Hold still," he hissed into my ear.
I was so shocked by his tone, I obeyed. The hand under my skirt made its way to my panties again and moved them to mid-thigh, out of the way. I made a slight move of protest, but his other hand just gripped me tighter. It helped that I wasn't sure I wanted to pull away. His hand began to massage my pussy lips. When he felt my body relax against him, his finger made its way to my moist inner lips, and once the finger was good and wet, he began working my clit with it. This felt incredibly good.
Believe it or not, I had never even masturbated. The thought was just too embarrassing, so this sensation was beyond anything I had felt before. Amazing! Chris kept glancing back, which would make me tense up. Ryan just persisted in rubbing my clit though, and pretty soon, I didn't care when Chris glanced back. After all, what could he really see?
I was dripping wet by then. Ryan took that fine opportunity to ease a finger into my ready hole. At first my cunt muscles fought against his finger (I had never even used a tampon, so you can imagine how tight I was).
"God, Maiya, your pussy feels so good and tight," he whispered into my ear.
Those words spoken in that throaty voice, and the feel of his hot breath against my neck, turned me on even more. The idea that this was turning him on too! Pleasure through giving pleasure. A decisive thrust of my hips, and his finger slid the rest of the way into me. Finding this to feel intensely fabulous, I began to rock my hips back and forth so that his finger was sliding in and out of my cunt. I tried to spread my legs further, but my panties prevented me. A little laugh in my ear, and he was helping me slide them off of one leg.
"You want more, baby?" I just kept the rhythm with my hips. "Do you want to come?"
"Yes," I managed to choke out, instinctively realizing that, that was what I wanted, even if I wasn't certain what it meant.
He used the hand that had been holding me to pull my skirt up around my waist, exposing my pussy. I struggled, but he quieted me with a warning not to draw attention to us. That certainly made sense. He continued to finger-fuck me as I lay perfectly still, too scared to move my hips. His other hand found my clit. With a sigh, I shut my eyes, and shifted my legs farther apart.
"Look," he ordered.
I opened my eyes and watched, fascinated, as his hands worked on my pussy. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, riding his hands, and watching all the while. I glanced up, only to find that Chris and Tammy had both turned all the way around to face us. They were focused intently on my pussy. The panicked embarrassment pushed directly into the first wave of my orgasm. I threw my hips into a fury of thrashing, pounding his finger into my cunt. Involuntary or not, the entire time I kept staring at Chris and Tammy.
I don't know how long the orgasm carried me up, but when I came down, I immediately burst into humiliated tears. No one made a move to comfort me. There I was, dripping pussy on view for three people. The worst truth of all was that I had enjoyed it. So that was my first orgasm, with two onlookers, and I'd never even had my bare breasts fondled.
I got to know myself a little better that day. It would take some time to get to liking myself. Now, though, I know better. Just remembering this gets me hot, and that's easy to admit. As soon as I hit the send key and logout, I will probably masturbate -- or else I'll never get to sleep. Y'know, I still wonder what Chris and Tammy were doing under that blanket.
Mistress Maiya
THE END
