August and I were out of town visiting his family recently.  I got to meet everyone, and though I felt rather shy, it was fun.  However, we stayed with his parents and had almost zero time for just the two of us.  The last morning of our stay was free of any plans, though, so we lounged in bed for a little while, enjoying the brief opportunity for lazy togetherness.  We cuddled close, which warranted soft kisses, which turned into passionate making out, which then turned into August’s hand down my pajama pants.  His quick fingers found my sweet spot and stroked vigorously; after days of deprivation, my body was eager to respond.  Before I knew it every part of me was humming with pleasure.  My breath came faster and I wanted to cry out, but we both knew it would cause trouble (who wants their significant other’s parents to hear that?).  Instead I bit my lip and buried my face in August’s shoulder.  When I was so close to coming that I could no longer keep quiet, I reluctantly pushed his hand away and told him I couldn’t take any more right then.

About twelve hours later when we finally got home, we picked up where we left off.  Not long after walking in the door we stripped ourselves bare and took a long, sensuous shower.  When the water lost all its heat, we toweled off and slid under the covers together.  We cuddled up close to each other, and he ran his hands all over my body– my breasts, my back, my hips, my neck and face.  He kissed me and pulled me closer, grinding his hips against me.  I could feel his erection pressing against my vaginal lips, and in that moment I wanted to take things to the next level.  I wanted him inside me so badly.  My body begged.

I didn’t tell him this.  I knew as soon as I mentioned that I wanted to have sex, he would be endlessly persistant to have my virginity.  How could I be sure I wasn’t just caught up in the moment?  I didn’t have a good answer, so I didn’t say anything.  Instead I let his fingers work their magic.  I pressed against him, moaning softly as I kissed his skin.  I could feel the anticipation radiating from both of us; we were both eager for me to come.  This time when I could feel myself about to peak, I didn’t have to hold back.  I let myself go, moaning in short little gasps as I felt the incredible sensation of orgasm flow through me.  When I finished, August held a finger to my mouth, and I tasted my own wetness.  He slid another slick finger into his own mouth and sucked greedily, his eyes closed in obvious enjoyment.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when morning came we picked up where we left off.  He came on my stomach and in my pubic hair, then rushed off to work.  It’s good to be home.