It occurs to me that the penetration didn’t hurt. I always expected my first time to hurt but it didn’t. If not for the fact that I feel so good at the moment, that might seem like something important to think about. But I do feel so good. I can’t really understand how in the world it can be so good. I don’t know what the hell to do, of course, but I’ve watched enough porn to have some ideas.
I wrap my legs around him, crossing them at the ankles. Then, I use them to pull myself up to meet his thrusts. I don’t know how good I’m making it for Brock but I can tell you that it’s pretty damned amazing for me. I think I’m going crazy underneath him but, of course, I don’t have a baseline to compare my movements to. All I know is that I’m completely overwhelmed and I move my body accordingly.
All the while, I claw at his back and shoulders and let out a steady stream of words. Well, the same two words. Brock. Yes. I say those words over and over, interchangeably. This orgasm is still raging although I’m beginning to believe that maybe that’s not the case at all. I’m beginning to think maybe I’m experiencing multiple orgasms but they’re happening in such close proximity to one another that it just feels like one long orgasm. Who knows, right?
I can tell you this, though. When Brock cums, I almost start crying. I don’t mean crying in a bad way. I just mean that when he cums I’m totally overwhelmed by emotion. I feel completely taken by the moment, and I just…
Hell, is it weird to be happy that I’m normal? Is it weird to feel awesome because I had sex and, in the process, I made the man cum? Actually, it’s not just that in a theoretical sense. I feel overcome specifically because I made Brock cum. I don’t know. It’s silly, right? Well, I just lost my virginity. I’m allowed to be silly.
Anyway, we don’t stay in after all. We shower together, and that’s really wonderful. Then, we go to dinner and come home. Then, I kind of attack him again. After that, I fall asleep on his lap. I have to say, It’s all beautiful. I feel happy when I wake up early in the morning to shower. I really only come to my senses in the middle of the shower.
I’m nervous when I leave the bathroom and see he’s up. I’m nervous but I still need to deal with things.