Chapter 29: A Virgin Once More
The sun had gone down, but it was late spring in the Southeastern Utahan desert, so it was still pretty warm out. We weren’t tired, having pushed our schedule back last night to about 11pm, then having slept in late enough to be well-rested today. If we kept on this new schedule, we still had about two hours before we’d be wanting sleep. What to do, alone, naked, and in the dark with a lover? Hmmm. What to do?
“Kaitlyn, simply concentrate on your vagina, and you will see the range of possibilities. You can stretch it out to be as loose as a matron after twelve natural childbirths, or you can make it as tight as your body ever remembers it being. It’s easier to go backwards into your body’s memory than to push it into new shapes. Just think back…” and here I stumbled, “…to…well…to however many years ago it was that you lost your virginity! And I’m not asking!” I nearly shouted the last, not wanting to hurt or embarrass her.
She looked at me steadily, then said, “I’ve been rather bitchy about you keeping secrets, so now I don’t feel like I can honorably keep any of my own.”
I sighed and said, “I don’t see any point in keeping score, Kaitlyn. This all started when I had secrets to keep, and you wanted to know them. Now we’ve come across one of your secrets, but I’m not asking to know it. I don’t think you somehow now owe me some of your secrets.”
I let her think about that a bit, then told her, “You tell me if you want me to know, but otherwise, don’t feel like you have to unload absolutely everything. Some secrets fall under the Santa rule: better kept for a time, even in the face of begging, if sharing them later brings more joy into the world. Other secrets are just part of your personal privacy, which you’re entitled to.” I let that sink in a bit, then added, “You said something about being committed now; I agree, we are, but I don’t see that we now have to just throw our pasts into a pile between us and start digging through them together. If we ask each other about our pasts, that’s one thing, but if we just leave something in the past, that’s fair, too.”
She thought for a bit, then said, “I think I will hang onto this one for a while. Maybe I’ll tell you later.”
“Fine with me. Let’s get back to our present, the one we now share together. Kaitlyn, would you please restore your virginity? For the both of us? I want to be the second one to take it, if you’d be willing to give it to me.”
“Yes, Davie, I badly want to give that to you now that I know how,” she said sweetly, caressing my cheek, but a thought darkened her lovely mien. “But Davie, I thought we just agreed not to heal ourselves between sex acts in a single session. I just healed myself.”
I stroked her shoulder and said, “To stick strictly to our new rule, we’d have to pick this up again tomorrow, waiting long enough to have healed naturally. I can go either way on it: I can wait if you want to, or we can treat it as a special occasion, the sort where rules can be temporarily suspended.”
She dropped her eyes, bit her lip, then said, “No, Davie, I don’t want to wait. I want you right now.” She got a look of concentration on her face, then said, “Be gentle, Davie. I’m a virgin, you know.” Then she let loose a chortle.
All of this talk about pussies had me hard again, but I decided to hold off on the big event. She was going to need a bit of extra lube this time.
“Kaitlyn, would you please sit on my face?” I asked with a comic leer.
“What a thing to say to an innocent virgin!” she huffed, then snickered and climbed atop me, straddling my head.
I proceeded to give her the best licking she’d ever had. Well, since last week, at least.
I love this position for the same reason I like being on bottom during vaginal sex: it lets me play with all the fun bits! As my mouth worked to drive her to orgasm, my hands were all over her: around her toned back, down her smooth flanks, across her rounded hips, up her iliac crests to rub her belly, then on to her breasts and around again. I varied the pattern on each pass, grabbing her buttocks, rubbing down into the cleft, caressing her thighs, pinching her nipples.
Eventually Kaitlyn fell forward onto her hands, having difficulty keeping her balance in this extremity of passion, so I was able to add a finger, and that sent her over the edge into a thunderclap of an orgasm, her pussy clamping onto my finger as her knees locked around my shoulders. “Aaaaaiiiiiiiigghhhhyeeeeah!” she cried as she shook, the pulsations rippling up her abs, inches from my eyes. Success!
Once she released my finger and shoulders, I slid out from between her thighs, got into a seiza pose, butt on the cooling sand, and just watched her slowly rejoin reality there on her hands and knees, shuddering. While enjoying the sight, I considered that getting a second finger into her pussy would have taken a fair bit of work, even as wet as she was. The thought made me shiver with anticipation.
Eventually, she looked up at me and said, “Wow! Just wow!”
I smiled back and said, “All right, now lay back and think of England.”
“This had better not be a chore!” she threatened as she assumed the position.
“You know, I dearly hope that as well,” I said, getting serious. In a half-plank position above her, her legs spread around my hips, I asked, “Ready?”
With a quaver, she replied, “Whew, I’m actually nervous! Imagine, me twenty-four and nervous before sex!” She took a second to calm herself, then with a nod announced, “Ready,” eyes steady on mine.
Kaitlyn’s tightened tunnel was still soaking wet, but I took just as much time and care with my first thrust this time as earlier. Again over the course of about a minute, I slid about five of my seven and a half inches into her, then let her adjust.
“Oh, Gaia! Oh, Davie! This is awesome!” she panted as I slid slowly in.
“No, my love, you are awesome,” I said with a peck on her lips.
“We’re going to be awesome together, Davie!”
While she adjusted, I leaned down and kissed her slowly, gently, tenderly. I kissed — dare I say it — like a girl. She liked it. A lot. Food for thought.
I withdrew my cock slowly, then slid it back in again a bit faster. Then out slowly and back in, picking up a small bit of speed with each thrust. I stopped increasing speed at about a thrust per second. I wanted to make love to Kaitlyn this time, not ravish her. Our mouths parted only long enough for breaths and moans as I slowly and continuously thrust at the perfect angle to stimulate her clit and g-spot on each pass.
Once again, I’d slid into rapport with Gaia and Kaitlyn, so I maintained the right pace for the moment. I wanted to build her to a single simultaneous orgasm this time, slowly and lovingly, then slip into sleep with her.
It might have taken half an hour, building as slowly as the moonrise that put a shine on my thrusting toned buttocks, my muscular back, Kaitlyn’s thighs and shins.
“Oh, Davie, Davie, this is sooo goooood!”
“I love you, Kaitlyn. You are still my dream girl, now more than ever.”
“Yes, Davie. Yes! Screw me slowly under the stars!”
And I did.
Perhaps half an hour later, I felt her orgasm finally begin to build, so I let my own build, increasing speed exponentially until we were humping like rabbits, then BAM! it hit us both like an asteroid: “Aaaaaaaggigigigigghhhhhhh! Oshitoshitoshit! Aaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeyaaaah! Gaaaaah!”
My emission flooded her love tunnel, spurt after spurt, so fast her cervix couldn’t accept it all, so some of it squished out around the base of my cock, now buried root deep yet still pushing Kaitlyn backwards a bit across the sand, wanting to go still deeper, but unable. For her part, Kaitlyn’s feet were jammed into the base of my butt cheeks, pushing me to try and go deeper as well.
I collapsed forward across Kaitlyn’s body, weight on my forearms, and kissed her soundly. “Thank you, Kaitlyn. You are my first virgin. I am deeply honored that you gave it to me.” I said this with utmost sincerity, because although I knew it was in some sense a crafted experience rather than purely natural, it was also wonderful, and she had done it for me. But I couldn’t resist being an ass sometimes, so I added “Even if you did give it to someone else first,” I said with a happy guffaw.
“This was so much better than my first time,” Kaitlyn said in a sleepy happy tone. Getting quieter and quieter, she continued, “I’m going to have to lose my virginity to you again sometime!”
“Any time, Kaitlyn. Any. Time.”
I rolled off of her onto my side and fell asleep, right there on the sand, nude in nature.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up shivering with Kaitlyn snuggled into little-spoon position, and she was also shivering. It was probably 50°F or so, and it might drop another five degrees before dawn. This wasn’t dangerous, but we were naked and not acclimatized to sleeping this cold. She had to have been right behind me in the slide into slumber, else she’d have woken me or found a blanket.
There was no way of telling what time it was, but since there was no sign of sunrise on the horizon, I got up, pulled the blanket out of my bike bag, lay it on the ground beside Kaitlyn, lay down on it, and rolled her and me up in it like assembling a burrito, back in spoon position.
Kaitlyn never even woke up, but she did stop shivering shortly after. So did I.