My Darlings,
By this point, we had created a routine. He called me every day, and sometimes we’d meet in the afternoon before my ballet class. Sometimes he’d even come to the studio with me. We’d talk until class started, and when I came out, he’d be right there waiting for me.
During this time, we talked and kissed passionately, but we had never actually gone “all the way,” if you know what I mean. He told me his ex-girlfriend was living there at the house because she was friends with my ex’s girlfriend. I really didn’t like the idea of him living in the same house as his ex, but I trusted him. I think that’s why I held back and took a while to agree to go to his place.
One day, he arrived all happy, saying his ex was going away for the weekend, which actually made me a bit nervous. The fact that we didn’t have a place to “get down to business” made me feel safe; now, with the possibility of it actually happening, I felt very insecure. I had only ever slept with my ex-boyfriend, and honestly, it hadn’t been a good experience… This could be the beginning of the end! After all, I had zero experience compared to him, and I was terrified of disappointing him.
So, after much talk, we decided that on Friday night we’d meet at a bar with our friends, and afterward, I’d give him a ride since we lived on the same side of town—this ensured she would already be gone. I think both of us were afraid to admit that we had started a real relationship. On my part, it was just insecurity; I didn’t want to hear from other people about what he had done before.
I arrived at the bar with Buddy and Lois, met up with other friends, ordered a beer, and sat down to chat. About half an hour later, Joe arrived with Bob and his brother. They grabbed some beers and came over to our crowded table. He sat right next to me, and gradually, people started to leave. I told Buddy and Lois I was heading home; they said they’d stay with other friends, so Joe asked for a ride. I said yes, and we headed to the car.
The drive from the bar to Joe’s house was silent, just listening to the music I had put on the radio. When we arrived at his house, he asked me to wait a moment because he wanted to be sure she was gone. I nodded. He got out and went inside, returning in less than a minute. He came to the car, opened my door, and took my hand. I was trembling, I was so nervous…
As we went in, he showed me the whole house. I think that made me relax a little. He asked if I wanted something to drink, and I asked for water. He brought it, and I downed it in one gulp. I handed back the glass, he took it to the kitchen, and when he returned, he started kissing me—tenderly and sensually, sparking that fire inside me that I couldn’t control. Suddenly, he stopped, pulled back, and took my hand. He guided me to his bedroom. For a moment, I froze, and he asked if I was okay. I said:
“Joe, I don’t have experience. I’ve only slept with my ex, and catching him with a woman twice my age left me insecure.” “Don’t worry, Jess. We’ll only go as far as you want… I want this to be a good experience for you.” “It’s funny… Ike (the ex) never asked if I was enjoying it or if it felt good for me.”
Joe went quiet, looked seriously into my eyes, and said: “Forget your ex. Let’s start from scratch. I’m going to teach you how to have pleasure with me, and me with you.” Then he kissed me again! His kisses had the power to calm me and make me forget the world. At that moment, the only thing on my mind was how much I wanted to feel Joe’s skin against mine.
He stopped kissing me, took off his shirt, and then began kissing my neck as he unbuttoned my blouse, leaving me in just my bra. He guided my hands to the zipper of his pants, where I could feel his erection. He asked me to unzip them while he unfastened my bra. He went back to kissing me and pulled my bra away, revealing my breasts for him to kiss. Slowly, we moved to the bed. He removed his pants and underwear and helped me out of my skirt and panties. We held each other, feeling our warm bodies catching fire at the contact. Our hands wandered over each other, feeling every muscle and every detail. We sat on the bed, he laid me down, and there by my side, he caressed my entire body, kissing my breasts, sliding his fingers between my legs, feeling that I was wet…
Slowly, he began to kiss me, lay on top of me, guided my hand to his erection, and whispered in my ear: “Put me inside you.” I guided him and whispered back: “You can come in.” At that moment, feeling him penetrate my body, it was an explosion of all the accumulated lust, the hot kisses, and the caresses. Our first time was full of tenderness and sensations I had never felt before—to me, it felt like it was truly my first time. I was hungry for him, and he for me. With slow, patient moments and fast, insatiable ones, in that swirl of sensations, we climaxed together like a symphony orchestra in perfect harmony!
We lay there still, feeling our hearts racing. When he finally lay down beside me, we looked at each other and laughed—we laughed so much!
From that moment on, things between us changed. We felt that we completed each other. Now, it was just about living our love!
See you soon,
Jess
