Page 41 of Yours and Mine (Friends with Benefits)

“But if you’re not comfortable—”

“No, I’m comfortable. Totally comfortable.” I squeezed his hand in assurance. “There’s nothing more that I want.”

I’d been wanting to spend the night with Nick for a long time and had been wondering whether we’d get a chance to be together before he left. And now I got my answer.

The moon lit the sky and the lake, reflected on the wet stones at the shore where the gentle waves lapped. It was a good thing that it was a full moon; otherwise, I wasn’t sure whether we’d be able to find our way with only a single flashlight.

“I told my father I’d be back before sunrise,” I warned him.

“Hmm, then we better get going.”

In one swift scoop he lifted me into his arms and kissed me hard on my mouth, while carrying me toward the tent. I held the flashlight, lighting the way for Nick. Somewhere along the way, my shoes fell off my feet, but I didn’t care. We climbed inside the tent, and as soon as Nick zipped the front closed, I felt nervous. He turned on a battery-powered lamp before removing his suit jacket. A mattress with blankets and pillows had been set up in the middle.

“Are you cold?”

“No, just nervous. It’s my first time.”

“I know, Jo. It’s mine as well.”

That was good. If one of us screwed up making love for the first time, neither one would know it. Could you screw up? His hand slowly grazed over my arm, killing off the unsettling nerves that were prancing around in my stomach. Once I closed my eyes and found his mouth, the evening felt more natural. Nick helped me with the zipper at the side of my dress, and I unfastened the buttons on his shirt. Soon enough, we were sitting on the mattress in our undergarments, almost as calm as though we were wearing bathing suits. At least that’s what I was pretending to have on — it kept the nerves more balanced. Of course, when Nick wore his swim shorts, they didn’t tent out as much as his boxer briefs were doing tonight. I felt my nipples harden at the sight and shifted my weight, slowly reaching around my back for the clasp of my bra. When it fell down to the mattress, Nick sucked in a sharp breath of air.

“Jesus, Jo. You look so beautiful.”

He then proceeded to remove his underwear and my eyes grew wide. In the dim light of the lamp, I stared at his generous length, wondering how much it would hurt when he entered me. I’d felt him through his jeans, and on the warm summer days through his shorts, but I hadn’t expected him to be this size when freed.

I grasped the sides of my panties and slid them down my thighs, lower legs, and off. Naked, we stared at each other, appreciating the natural beauty. Nick had been hard from the moment he set me down on the mattress, and I wondered whether that hurt him. I’d never felt as swollen between my legs as I did now. I craved to touch him and for him to touch me.

“I’ll take it slow, Jo. I promise.”

“I know. I trust you.”

With that he lowered his mouth to my shoulder, slowly guiding my body to lie back on the firm mattress. His mouth trailed to my breasts. He’d touched them before but never kissed them, and I found the contact pleasurable. I pushed my chest higher into his mouth, hungry for more. He did this thing with his tongue around the rim that was a trigger for my hips to push into him as well. When he felt me press against his thigh, his hand weaved down my body to my center, where he touched me, slowly sliding his fingers between my folds.

I could barely breathe. The echo of my moans as he played with me filled the tent. My hips were moving back and forth along with his. I felt his girth on my stomach and positioned myself to feel more of him. I lowered my hand to feel him and curved it around his width, lining myself closer to his center.

“Not yet, baby. I need you nice and wet first. It will hurt less.”

“How do you know this?”

“Guys talk.”

Oh!Well, I liked that part. At least one of us knew what we were doing. I lifted my arms over my head, holding onto my hair, concentrating on what was happening to my body as he cherished it with his kisses and touches. I liked both his hands and his mouth on me, especially when he rubbed me with his fingers. A swell was building in my lower half, my body getting hotter with each lick of his tongue over my skin and the hot kisses that followed. The relentless teasing of his fingers between my legs stirred up my inner sexual needs, and I wanted him to touch me like that forever. The faster he circled his fingers, the more I writhed underneath him. I couldn’t understand what was happening to my body. When I’d masturbated on my own it was always quick and fierce. But his teasing and his touches had been building up the pressure, and the sensation was so different. Him stroking me, was a hundred times better and stronger than doing it solo, and it built until it broke me apart, and I shuddered at the burst of pleasure from beneath his fingers.

“Oh, God! Nick…”

He kept on stroking and I kept on shaking, wondering whether the sensation of leaving this planet was real or my lust-infused imagination. I was floating, my mind spinning as spasms consumed my body. And then slowly the orgasm settled, and Nick gently slid his hand over my thigh, kissing me tenderly. I watched him, breathing hard, remove a condom from a side pocket, rip open the foil, and roll it down on himself.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, please.” I wanted so much more of this elation; while my body had returned to earth, my mind was still in the clouds. Nick positioned himself above me, lining up. I felt his tip block my entrance, and I held my breath.

“Relax, Jo. It won’t help if you tense up.” He lowered his mouth to mine, gently kissing me again, reducing my fear. I let my knees fall apart, and Nick moved his hips slightly forward.

“Ah!” I shut my eyes.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes; try deeper.”

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