Tammy had been masturbating for years, but she'd never had the courage to go all the way. When her brother's best friend walks in on her fingering herself, she's horrified. But he shows her what it means to be a woman by taking her most precious gift... her virginity!
WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, the deflowering of a virgin, masturbation, and oral sex.
EXCERPT:Then his hand went behind the couch cushion I was using to hide myself. It slowly trailed down my belly, pausing just before the waistband of my panties. I was breathless with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. His kiss was intense and passionate, and it was driving me wild.
His fingers inched slowly, cautiously inside my panties. His hand lingered at the precipice, teasing me, refusing to touch me. I felt his hand wrap over my pubic mound, his fingers tickling the little tuft of hair. I purred softly, the sound mostly muffled by his lips.
My hips pushed forward, trying to encourage him to touch me. Finally, his finger slipped between my lips and brushed lightly over my clit. I shivered.
"Mmm, baby... you're so wet," he said smoothly into my ear.
The warmth of his breath tickled, and I shivered again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine as his fingers spread my labia and touched me in ways I'd never been touched before.
My entire body felt warm and tingly. I couldn't believe how he was making me feel. It was like I was waking up for the first time in my life.
"Shawn, wait," I gasped breathlessly, putting my hand on his arm.
"What is it?" Shawn asked, breathing softly against my neck and sending chills down my arms.
"I'm... I'm a virgin," I said, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.
"Don't stop," I begged him, thrusting my hips against his hand.
"Wait a minute. You're a virgin?" he clarified.
"Yes, but I want to do it with you," I said quickly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said. "I can't do this. You're Brad's little sister. He'd kill me!"
"He doesn't have to know," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
He jerked out of my embrace and stood up, backing away. He nearly tripped over the coffee table.
"No, no. I can't do this," he said, shaking his head.
"Please, Shawn!" I begged him. "I want you to!"
I stood up and quickly unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I stood in the dim light that flickered from the television, my small breasts bare and begging to be touched.
I could see Shawn's chest rising and falling roughly. His hands were balled into tight fists by his sides, and he gritted his teeth and glared menacingly at me. I could tell it was taking every ounce of willpower within him to resist.
"Don't fight it, Shawn!" I begged him. "Take me!"
I stepped forward and pressed my body against his. I could feel his erection hard and ready against my thigh. I maneuvered my hips so it stabbed between my legs.
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Published September 18, 2011
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.