He slid in beside me and I hesitantly slid towards him, ensuring that my bottom was on the towel.
He leaned in and very cautiously kissed me. I loved kissing guys and normally I was really good at it, but this time, I was so nervous and apprehensive, we probably looked like two fish hitting glass.
I tensed up when I felt him touch my breasts.
“You need to relax a little Melanie; this is supposed to be fun.”
“I’m having a really good time Anthony.”
That was a lie, and we both knew it.
His hand traveled lower, and I shivered when he touched my stomach. Thankfully, I didn’t feel like I was going to throw up anymore, but I still felt sick from being so nervous.
His hand traveled further south and I could feel my pubic hair brush through his fingers. I had to fight the intense desire to close my legs and deny him access to the most private part of my body.
He continued to kiss me as his fingertips lingered over the lips of my vagina. His mouth retracted from mine and he whispered into my ear.
“God you have such a sexy body Melanie.”
“Thank you,” I said shyly.
I couldn’t help but think that his fingers and sensual words should be turning me on and getting me into this, but they weren’t, and he knew it.
“You should be getting more… never mind… let’s try something different.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly.
He rose and stood beside the bed and pulled open a drawer on his nightstand and produced a big jar of Vaseline. He then reached back into the drawer and pulled out a condom.
I look down at his very erect penis, and I was a bit taken aback. It looked a lot bigger now compared to when it was flaccid when he walked into the room. There was also a clear liquid oozing out of the slit in the head. Even though what we were doing wasn’t working for me, it was obviously doing a lot for him.
I observed him tear open the little foil package and pull out the condom. He then rolled it down the length of his cock. I continued to watch as he opened the jar of Vaseline scooped out a large dollop and rubbed it over his condom encased penis.
He got back into the bed and moved between my legs which I hesitantly opened wide for him while ensuring that my bottom was still centered on the towel. He scooped out another large glob of Vaseline and rubbed it over my aperture.
“I’m going to go really slow, but it still might hurt. If there’s too much pain, just tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
He reached down and rubbed the head up and down my vagina before positioning himself at my opening. I felt him splitting my lips and then push forward slightly until his progress was halted. He took a deep breath and I felt a sharp surge of pain as he pushed forward again and I could tell he had worked himself inside of me. There was some discomfort as he continued to slowly push inside of me, but nothing like the sharp pain I had felt a few seconds before. Moments later, I felt his balls rest against my bottom and I knew he was completely inside of me. He laid on top of me, remaining motionless, letting me get used to this very new sensation.