Part 8 in a series describing my sexual experiences and development.
Part 8 - A Christmas Story
After I had left school – and Alex .........and Emily, I felt a bit empty.
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For 2 years, Emily and I had enjoyed a full on sexual relationship. She was completely in love with me, in every way. I didn't love her.......at least not in the way she loved me. I loved her body, her sex, her pussy, and her lips. But not herself.
By the end of our final term together, we having sexual encounters every day, several times a day – her appetite was insatiable. We would spend any free time we had, together, either outdoors or indoors. Most lunch breaks and free periods were spent lying naked on a picnic rug together, in our secret place in the woods, in the school grounds, where we would explore each other in every way possible.
And then there was my sexual relationship with Alex, which continued from Novber 2001 until I left school in July 2002. We would meet 3 or 4 times a week, and have fabulous sex wherever we could – in the gym, in his car, in the woods, in hotel rooms. On my 18th birthday in March 2002, he booked us into a hotel and we fucked for 5 hours without a break, until I had to get back to school.
I missed them both, but Alex especially – I missed his sense of fun, and his cock.But it had been a real problem trying to keep both relationships a secret, not just from the school and everyone around me, but also from each other – neither Alex nor Emily ever knew I was having sex with them both.
After school I spent a year travelling. I have lots to tell you about that, but maybe in the future.
Then I went to university to study Law for 3 years. Again, I have many experiences to share with you about my life at university.
However, at this time I would like to tell you about an incident which occurred at Christmas 2004, when I was 20.
I was home from uni, for the Christmas break, and as they usually did, my parents had invited a house full of friends and acquaintances to stay over between Boxing Day and New Years Day. With a large old house like theirs there is plenty of room for guests.
And so on Boxing Day, the guests arrived throughout the day, and that evening my parents threw a dinner party, using a local catering company to arrange cook and serve the food and drinks. We have done this every since I can rber. It's always a good evening, lots of fun. The guest list tends to vary each year. That year was a mix of my parents work colleagues and clients from their legal and accountancy work. I think that year we had about 12 guests.
It's always been a fun time at home at Christmas, with a full house, big tree decorated beautifully, the whole house decked out with holly, twinkling lights and candles. I loved it.
One of the guests was Tim, a client of my mothers, who arrived with his wife Angela and son Gareth, who were to stay for the week. I had never met them before, and my mother had asked me to "look after" Gareth. I had wondered why a 16 year old lad needed looking after. When he arrived I realised what she meant.
Gareth was a tall, thin boy, a bit spotty, who wore glasses and braces on his teeth – and was painfully shy. He seemed to be permanently attached to his mother, hardly leaving her side.
I inwardly groaned when it dawned on me that I could be in for a very boring Christmas with Gareth. After we had eaten that first evening, I tried to engage him in conversation, to see if I could find anything in common. His responses were almost inaudible, mono syllabic, and he wouldn't even look me in the eye. I felt slightly affronted by this – I've never had this reaction from a boy before. Normally, guys can't take their eyes off me!
The following day, I overheard his mother speaking to my mother. She was saying how "poor Gareth" just couldn't make friends at school, was bullied because of his braces, glasses and spots. She said she just didn't know what to do with him.
"And as for girls – forget it – he's just not interested," I rber her saying. "He never talks to girls, never even looks at them. Why can't he behave like a normal teenage boy?"
Apparently she had even gone out and bought him a pile of girly porn magazines and given them to him to look at, because she was afraid he might be gay, and wanted to "stop him turning queer before it goes too far".
I was horrified. No wonder this lad was mess, with a mother like Angela! I was beginning to feel rather sorry for him. He didn't seem to have too much going for him, and to have Angela treating him like that, the future didn't look good. He had no self confidence, no self esteem.
As the week passed, I tried my best with Gareth, but wasn't able to find a way through to him. When I told my mother that I was finding it difficult to entertain Gareth, and that my Christmas break was being ruined by having to be a "perfect host", she just said "Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something". Thanks Mother!
And so I did. I'd tried everything else. Now it was time to get serious.
On the 29th Decber, my parents had arranged to take out their guests for a meal at a posh restaurant, and suggested I take Gareth out with some of my friends for the evening.
There was no way I wanted my friends to see me with Gareth. So instead, I offered to take him out to see a film. He seemed stunned and barrassed at the idea of going out with a tall, pretty 20 year old blonde girl, and said he just wanted to stay in. I eventually persuaded him, and after the others had left the house, I went upstairs to get ready to go out, leaving Gareth downstairs.
And it was then that I knew how to reach Gareth.
In my en suite shower room, I worked out a way of implementing my idea. After showering, I emerged into my bedroom, with a white towel wrapped around me, my long blonde hair wet and stuck to my skin.
"Gareth", I called, from my bedroom door.
A few seconds later came a reply, "Yes, hello?"
"Gareth", I called again.
I heard his footsteps on the stairs, as he called again "Yes, hello?"
"I was wondering what you want to do for food tonight", I replied, as he appeared at my bedroom door. He stood and stared at me for a few seconds.
"Its ok, sit down", I said, and I gestured to him to sit on my bed. "What about food?"
I acted completely naturally, picked my hairbrush up and began to brush my long, wet hair. Gareth came in and sat down, looking uncomfortable. I just knew this was the first time he had been in a girl's bedroom, just seeing his body language told me that.
As I stood in front of my full length mirror, brushing my hair, we discussed food, and what film to see. Although obviously feeling unsure, he began to talk to me.
A few minutes passed. And then, without any warning, I put down my hairbrush, and removed my towel from around my body, turning to face Gareth as I did so.
Halfway through a sentence, his words died away, as he suddenly found himself gazing at this tall, slender, naked 20 year old blonde girl. My heart suddenly began to race, as this shy, awkward 16 year old lad just sat in stunned silence on my bed, his eyes taking in my every detail. I watched his face flush red, as he stared at my large, firm breasts, with nipples already hard and erect. And then, inevitably, he couldn't help but lower his gaze, to find my smooth, shaven pussy, with my full, swollen, deep red labia lips clearly visible between my legs.
I pretended to be completely unaware of how my sudden revelation was affecting Gareth. In the same way that I had applied my "Golden Rule" in the school gym 3 years earlier with Alex,(see "From Girl to Woman) I was determined to behave as though it was an everyday occurrence for me to strip off in front of a virtual stranger in my bedroom.
So, without looking at him, I finished drying my body with the towel, carefully caressing my pert breasts, and then spreading my feet, rubing the towel over my pussy lips, which were now even more visible, as my sexual arousal caused them to swell in size, protruding provocatively between my legs. My inner pussy tingled with excitement.
"erm.....I'd better go.......er....I'll see you......er.......when you're ready", Gareth finally stumbled. He had stood, his face a picture of flushed barrassment.
"Oh it's ok", I replied, nonchalantly, as if I hadn't noticed his predicament, "You can help me decide what to wear". I went over to my wardrobe, and opened the doors, pretending to be looking at my clothes.
"er...........no.....er .......Katie.........I'll wait downstairs..........I.....you know......"
I rber turning around again to face him, and feeling a mixture of sexual arousal and compassion for this young man. There he was, 16 years old, seeing this horny, naked 20 year old girl before him. I knew that I was the first naked girl he had ever seen in the flesh, and knew that I owed it to him to make this experience special for him. I had to break down the inhibitions and barriers he seemed to have built around himself; otherwise he would never be able to build relationships with girls.
"What's the matter ? I replied, innocently, smiling.
He paused, unable to take his eyes off my breasts.
"Well, it's just ......you know........seeing you.........like this..........."
I pretended to suddenly be shocked.
"Oh, my God, .........Gareth.........I'm so sorry.........I just never thought.......I ......I didn't..........", and I reached out and took his hand. As I did so, I looked down, and noticed his stiffness bulging in his jeans.
"It's ok.........its ok", he stuttered.
"I'm so used to my boyfriend seeing me; I just forgot........I'm so sorry........!"
"I'll go.........its ok", he tried to pull away, but I held on to his hand.
"You don't have to, Gareth, I don't mind.........you can stay..........if you want to," I spoke in a quiet voice smiling reassuringly.
He looked at me, nervously.
"It's just....well......I haven't seen a ............girl before.............not ........well....naked", he eventually said, his voice trbling.
I pretended to be surprised.
"Oh..oh .I see. Not even a girlfriend?", I asked.
He shook his head. "I've never had one.........a girlfriend", he replied.
I rber a long silence between us, and he just gazed into my eyes. In that moment, I really felt a deep pain and unhappiness inside him.
"Well, .....I am honoured to be the first naked girl you have seen", I said quietly to him. It's sounded really false, but I meant it. I smiled, and for the first time, he gave me a shy smile back.
And now the time was right.
"Here........touch", I whispered. With his hand still in mine, I slowly guided him down, and led him to my tingling, wet puss. Without resistance, I brought his fingers gently between my legs, and watched his face closely as he found himself, for the first time, fingering a girls hot, wet, puffy pussy lips.
There I was, standing totally naked in my bedroom, with this 16 year old boy I hardly knew, fingering my aching pussy, exploring the dripping folds of my labia with the eagerness of a typical teenager. As the seconds passed by, it was almost as though the invisible chains that had been wrapped around his inner self were dropping away. As his fingers delved deeper, the smile on his face grew bigger, and I smiled back.
His untrained touch needed guidance. I took his hand and pulled him from between my legs.
"Let me show you", I whispered. I led him to my bed. I lay down on my back, and then, with him stood beside me, I opened my legs wide apart, exposing my hungry, shaven, throbing pussy to his gaze for the first time. He let out a small gasp.
"What's the matter?" I asked, as I began to finger myself slowly.
"Well.....you're.........so ........you're .........gorgeous." he replied. He watched as I used my left hand to separate the red, glistening lips, and reveal the erect, tingling sight of my aroused clitoris, which I then proceeded to rub with my right hand.
Instantly, my hips were bucking up and down off the bed, and I was suddenly gasping and moaning. I rber grabing Gareth's hand once more, and pulling him down to my pussy again.
"Rub me like this.......here.....like this......." I gasped, looking up at him from the bed.
I grasped his hand, and showed him how to masturbate me, getting his fingers to rub my clit hard. I closed my eyes, and trbled and quivered at his movements.
"Inside.........inside......" I rber moaning, loudly. I somehow got his other hand, and virtually forced his fingers between the tight lips of my dripping pussy.
It was quite an amazing sight. 20 minutes earlier, this gawky, shy, 16 year old boy had never even seen a naked girl in his life. Now, there he was, stood beside my bed, with both hands working away on a naked, horny girls dripping, throbing puss.
For me it was a real thrill, to have an inexperienced teenage boy masturbating me – in my own bedroom, spread wide, everything laid bare for him to see. This lucky boy was seeing me at my horny best. After spending several years having sexual relationships and experiences, with men usually much older than me, and also with a girl, it was a real thrill to have this boy having his first sexual experience with me. It was a new experience for me too.
And I was eager for more. Gasping, and with bucking hips, I reached out and grabed Gareth's jeans. As his continued to masturbate me, he showed no concerns in allowing me to unbutton his jeans, and unzip him. I hastily pulled them down, then eagerly grasped his pants and pulled them down.
His erect, glistening teenage virgin cock sprang out, his head, a glorious purple/red, with a clear, glistening trail of pre cum dribling to the floor. I took his rock hard shaft in my hand, and began to masturbate him as he stood beside my bed, masturbating me.
As my fingers wrapped around his manhood, he gasped out loudly, and his hips thrust forward involuntarily, as if in a joyous leap of arousal at being held by a female hand for the very first time.
And I was now beginning to climax. I rber letting out a scream of sheer ecstasy, as the first wave crashed over me, and I came, hard and strong. As Gareth's naughty fingers rubed my clit relentlessly, my hips rose off my bed, and suddenly I was squirting.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............Ahhhhhhhhhhhh", I rber hearing myself scream out, as my naughty pussy erupted, and ejaculated a powerful stream of hot, clear girl cum, which sprayed out with an incredible force, over my bed and across my room, covering the bedroom carpet, and the front of the chest of drawers I had facing my bed.
Understandably, Gareth's reaction was to quickly pull his fingers away, in surprise. He had no idea what was going on, and could only watch in amazement as, with my hand still grasping his hard cock, he witnessed this horny blonde having a full on ejaculation. I replaced his fingers with my own, and continued to rub my clit violently, and another squirt of hot, aromatic cum sprayed over my hand and my duvet, drenching everything. Then another less powerful eruption and then a forth.
Somehow, maybe through pure instinct, I had continued to rub lucky Gareth's penis.And suddenly, I could feel it twitching. As the last drops of my cum dribled out from between my legs onto the duvet beneath me, Gareth came.
Pumping him with my hand, he ejaculated, and with a gasp, his hips pushed forwards. I watched as his penis released an impressive rope of creamy cum, which launched up into the air with immense force, perhaps 50 or 60 cm, before dropping with a splashing sound over my lower stomach and smooth, dribling puss.
This was followed by another creamy load, and then two smaller deposits, all of it covering my naked body. Gareth seemed to be almost in a dream, as if he couldn't believe what he was doing. But it was no dream - yes, he really was stood beside a bed, with a naked girl masturbating him, and squirting his creamy load all over her body.
As he finished cumming, I couldn't help but let out an involuntary giggle, despite still cumming myself, my puss still twitching and dripping girl cum.
It was just the look of sheer stunned amazement on Gareth's face that set me off. The look of disbelief - it was so comical. To see him gazing down at my naked body lying on the bed covered in his own semen, with that expression on his face. If only I could have taken a photograph of him in that moment!
And when I began to giggle, that set Gareth off too. Suddenly we both found ourselves in fits of laughter. It was bizarre. One moment we were both at the heights of sexual pleasure, and then we had collapsed in giggles. It was quite a magical moment.
Still lying on the bed, covered in his cum, I made Gareth get his shirt off, and he stepped out of his pants. As he did so, I spread his cum all over my body with my hands, covering my breasts, stomach and pussy with his cream.
Then, he joined me, lying beside me on my bed. I removed his glasses, placing them on my bedside table. We began kissing, and his hands explored my breasts, and again he found my pussy with his fingers. The room was full of the aroma of my cum – the strong, heavy scent of hot, horny pussy filled the air, making me feel quite heady, and even more aroused.
By now I was ready for more – and so was Gareth, I could tell. His cock was still hard and erect, and I knew that we wanted to get inside me. I couldn't blame him – how could any 16 year old boy be expected to resist such temptations put before him?
And so, with a little guidance, I helped him to find his way inside my tight, hot vagina. As his cock penetrated me, he let out a moan of pure pleasure, as for the first time he experienced the sensations of having a girl's hot pussy squeeze tightly around his penis.
Understandably, his technique wasn't very good.But we had fun as, together, we began to fuck. It didn't take long before he was once again ejaculating – this time inside me, rather than over me. I was impressed by his stamina, and with the amount of cum he was able to produce considering it was the second load inside 30 minutes – so much that it began to run out, as he pumped me hard and deep.
It had been a really fun experience – for both of us. For him, obviously, it was special (I know this because he told me so, the following day). For me it was just great to have young, inexperienced teenage boy exploring my female charms. He was clumsy, had no idea how to treat a girl. But it was a sweet experience in a raw, naive way.
We didn't go out that night – we stayed in. We showered together.
We had sexual intercourse twice more before he went home on New Year's Day evening. Once in my bedroom, and again in the barn across the yard behind the house. His technique didn't improve. But his whole persona had been transformed.
I feel now that it was almost like I was a key that unlocked the inner Gareth. Suddenly, somehow, our sexual encounters had allowed him to grow and develop, breaking the chains the seemed to trap him.
I've never seen Gareth since that Christmas encounter. But I've heard he has a girlfriend now.
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