Pam&Zach

The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur..

My Pre-Zach Sex Life...Part 1

I'd been going over all of the seventy-nine stories that Zach and I, mostly I, have written and submitted here on Literotica. That's when I realized that, while Zach has told you all about his sexual experiences before meeting me, I had not. I'm about to correct that misgiving in this posting. I'll be going into more detail on my first love, as opposed to later relationships, as it will better show the progression of my growth as a sexual being.

I was twenty years old and in my second year at a local junior college before I had my first "real" relationship. And by real, I mean one that had some sort of sexual activity. There had been one-sided crushes, of course, and friends without benefits, but never anything that I would've deemed to be a true relationship. Mostly because, at that time in my life, I was kinda gawky and nerdish, my body not having fully developed yet. It was during that year that I met Justin, a fellow second year student.

Even though I had no classes with Justin, he being on a mostly academic path, while I was more or less on just a path to graduate, we found common ground working on the yearbook. He was one of the photographers while I did the caption writeups that went under most of the candid shots as well as those that appeared under each of the formal photos. So we were working closely on those items as the year progressed.

Justin was cute in a boy-next-door kinda way, meaning he was about 6'1" tall with a foppish hair style, a decent body, attractive but not handsome, reserved, thoughtful and polite. Our relationship started around January, after the holiday break. We'd find ourselves standing close to each other as we worked on stuff, allowing our fingers to touch and our faces to be right next to each other's. He was easy to talk to, we liked the same kinds of movies, he had a similar sense of humor as I did and was really quite a loner, much like myself. Conversations revealed that he too, had never had any sort of serious relationship up to that point.

We'd go out for burgers and a movie on the weekends sometimes, and it was during these dates that I came to realize that my degree of sexuality and the dirtiness of my mind was, shall we say, more mature than his. Neither of us had a past to discuss, but I'd be the one making the double entendre comments, even having to go so far as to explain some of them to him. I knew up to that point I had been masturbating and watching porn for a while, but was reluctant to ask him if he was or ever did.

After the dates, we would park outside my house (which was attached to the beauty salon my mom owned) and make out. Those sessions progressively led to, as expected, feeling each other up over our clothing, to feeling each other up under our outer clothes but on top of our underwear, leaving us both aroused and frustrated when we parted. I was the first to get to "third base", so to speak, when one night I reached down while we were kissing and undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I imagined his eyes went wide open, but he made no effort to stop me. I knew that if I hadn't initiated the action then, we'd might never get there.

I stopped mid-kiss, took both my hands and spread open the top of his jeans. My one hand lifted up the waistband of his shorts as the other slid down inside and pressed its flesh against the hardening flesh of his penis. He moaned immediately. I leaned against him and whispered into his ear, "Tonight.....I'm going to jerk you off."

As my lips returned to his, my fingers encircled his now fully erect dick, and I began stroking it. Because of his lack of experience, I knew it wouldn't take long before he'd be cumming all over my hand. And I was right. In less than two minutes he moaned loudly and shot out a huge load of sticky white jizz. I looked down, but kept stroking him as it continued spurting, so far in fact, that it reached up to and onto the bottom of his shirt. As the last remains oozed out, coating my fingers in its sticky goodness, I made sure I had eye contact with him as I slipped my hand out from inside his shorts and brought it to my mouth and licked my fingers clean. (I had been thinking about doing that all night as I wanted him to see and know that I was fully into this relationship.)

"Sorry I got some on your shirt," I apologized while zipping up his fly.

He took to fixing his belt and answered, "Are you kidding. Sorry? Don't you dare say sorry. That was fucking amazing! Thank you." Then he leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips. "Can I, you know, do the same for you now? Please?"

My mama didn't raise no fool, so I instantly said, "Of course. If you really want to. Don't feel obligated. When I do something like that in the future, don't think I'm expecting anything in return. I'll be doing it cause I want to give you pleasure and I enjoy doing it. That's all." I added 'in the future' so he'd know there would be more, many more, times like this.

"I really want to," he offered.

I obliged by unfastening my jeans, going so far as to slip them down below my crotch. Justin pulled away the waistband of my undies and slid his right hand down on top of my pussy as he leaned in and began kissing me. Now I was the one moaning. He slid two fingers between my folds and began moving them up and down as my pussy was going from moist to drenched.

"Can I put one inside you?" he asked.

"Pul...lease do," I replied, my voice cracking with excitement.

As he inserted one finger, I felt my body shutter. The sensation of another person's flesh penetrating mine was what I knew I had been craving ever since I started masturbating.

"Oh God! Fuck me with your finger," I coaxed.

Justin did just that. The feelings were so intense, I couldn't stop myself from reaching down there to touch my clit. Justin was confused and started to remove his hand.

"Don't stop! I urged. "Use two fingers."

As he fucked me now with two fingers I was rubbing my clit even faster and harder. I was in heaven. I don't know how long we went at it before I felt my insides starting to spasm.

"Don't stop, please. I'm gonna cum."

He didn't and I did. What felt like an ocean of fluid rushed from every part of my body to my pussy as I stifled a scream and squeezed his hand between my thighs.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I wanted him to continue until I couldn't stand it anymore. When I finally knew there was no more to give, my voice choked as I uttered, "Okay. You can...you can...stop now. Whew.... That was something.... Thank you."

As Justin removed his hand from under my panties, I was hoping he'd suck his fingers clean, like I'd done. When I saw he was hesitating, I took his hand and pushed his fingers between my lips and did it for him.

"I'm sorry. I should have done that, right?" he asked.

Now it was my turn to say, "Don't be sorry. I think there'll come a time when you will. In fact, I know there will be. You'll be anxious to do so." I smiled as I refastened my pants and took his face in my hands and kissed him again.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, I can't wait to do it again. Thank you for a lovely evening," I told him and I exited the car heading for my front door.

The act of getting each other off like that was how we usually ended our date nights. Then came the time I wanted to take it further. We had gotten home around midnight, later than usual because we had gone to a concert. I saw that my house was all dark, except for the light over the front door and I knew my mom must have gone to bed.

"What time do you have to be home?" I asked Justin.

"Not till 1:00. Why?"

"Follow me," I replied and got out of the car. I motioned for him to be quiet as I slowly unlocked the front door to the salon and rushed in to shut off the alarm. Justin closed the door quietly behind him. I led him over to the hair washing stations and indicated that he should sit down. "I'll be back in a sec," I told him as I opened the door to the house and slipped silently upstairs.

When I returned to him, he was sitting patiently on the seat by the pony wall that separates that station from the rest of the salon and I was dressed in only my white terry cloth bath robe. I closed his knees together with my hands then stood in front of him, my legs outside of his. I bit my lip, looked up at the ceiling and undid the belt on my robe and held it wide open, giving him, the first male ever, a look at my adult naked form. Seconds passed before I finally heard him say,

"You're really beautiful."

I looked down and saw him staring at my body. With my tiny tits, gangly arms and legs and trimmed, but hairy bush, that was the last comment I was expecting to hear.

"But my breasts are so small and I'm really slim, not curvy at all," I retorted.

"I think you're beautiful. Can I touch you? Please," he politely requested.

"Of course you can. I want you to."

He reached up with his left hand and grasped my right breast. His right hand traced a line from my belly button down to and between the lips of my pussy, causing me to shutter. As his fingers squeezed my tit and slid up and down my wettening slit, I pressed my legs together against his thighs to keep from collapsing.

"Can I do what we did before? You know, make you cum."

I reached up and let the robe slip off my shoulders and tumble to the floor. "I was hoping you'd want to," I answered.

He took his hands and placed them on my ass, pulling me closer to him. "I want to be able to suck on your nipples," he explained as his lips found my rock hard nub and his two fingers returned and now slipped into my pussy. He held me in position with his left hand fondling my ass cheek. I closed my eyes and just let my mind attempt to process all the sensory inputs it was receiving.

He periodically switched which nipple he was sucking on, giving each delightful attention. His fingers fucked me slowlly. (I wish I knew then about the finger curling technique cause I would have told him to do that.) I finally got up the nerve to ask him, "Can I show you something that I think I'd like you to do to me?"

"Yes, for sure, please," he responded.

I took his fingers from my soaking wet cunt, turned his large hand so that his thumb would enter me there while his index finger could reach back under and touch my sphincter. I pushed them into that position and placed my hands on his shoulders. No further instructions were needed. Justin took the cue and did as I had hoped, rubbing my puckered entryway each time his thumb pushed into my pussy. Now I was really dripping and starting to breathe hard. I had fingered my ass while masturbating, but when it's someone else doing it, well, no need to say more.

Finding the courage to go further, I told him, "it's okay to push it in my ass, if you want?" I looked down at him to see him looking up at me to make sure. I smiled and nodded. He forced the tip of his index finger past my reluctant muscles back there and my knees buckled. He looked back up at me and I said, "Keep going."

He pushed harder until, what I thought anyway, was two knuckles deep. Keeping his hand there, he started moving his thumb around in circles, rubbing all the sides of my inner walls as he again sucked on my nipples. Then he began moving the finger in my ass slightly in and out. When I felt the need to cum, I moved my hand towards my engorged clit, but Justin stopped it.

"Can I, you know, suck on that too?" he pleaded.

I just nodded my head and tensed my body in anticipation. When his lips touched my protruding button, I nearly fainted. The idea that someone's mouth would be on my pussy was unfathomable merely weeks ago. When he started sucking I lost it. My body stiffened and shook and I came in torrents. Luckily I had my hands on his shoulders, otherwise I would have crumbled to the floor.

Justin removed his hands and placed them on my waist to steady me. My meager chest was heaving and my knees were attempting to press together, but were prevented by his thighs being between them. I wrestled a towel from the wash station, slowly sat down on the floor in front of him, resting my face on his leg and pushing the towel against my pussy.

"Were you okay with doing all that?" I asked, having gained my composure, hoping for a positive response. One never knows how someone will react to a new sexual situation.

"I loved that you shared your vulnerability and asked me to do it. I'd of never thought to do that on my own," he replied honestly.

"I was thinking about this all night," I told him. "I really wanted you to be okay with it though. I wanted you to finally see me naked and to discover all my pleasure zones." Seeing we still had time I added, "There is one more thing I'd like to do." Saying that, I stood up and brought Justin up to his feet as well.

I began by unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his bare chest to me. Then I went down on my knees and undid his belt and the zipper on his pants, pulling both his pants and underwear down to the floor and freeing his erect penis. Actually seeing it for the first time, I was quite pleased. It was circumcised, as I already knew, not curved at all, and about 5 1/2 inches long, I guessed. I rose up so my face was right in front of his. He was biting his lip and I sensed in his eyes that he was wondering whether or not I was happy with what I saw. Now it was my turn to reassure him.

"You look beautiful, as well," I whispered as I went in for a kiss.

I really wanted to strip him naked, but I thought better of it, at least for this time anyway. My lips began their descent down the front of his body. First, on his neck. Then to his upper chest. When they reached his nipples, I gave them the attention he had given mine as I took my time licking and sucking on each one. I had him quivering.

"If you want me to keep doing this longer, touch yourself," I whispered. I saw his right hand move toward his cock. I did as promised and lingered there, sucking and licking those nipples. Now he was shivering, but not because he was cold.

I lowered myself slowly, kissing my way down his abdomen, sticking my tongue into his belly button, then tracing with my lips and tongue the hairline that runs from just beneath the belly button to the base of his cock. I was only slightly disappointed that he had a full growth of pubic hair covering the base of his dick and all of his balls. But I knew this was all so new to him and getting him at least trimmed was something I could eventually accomplish.

"Oh yeah. I like the look of you touching yourself," commenting on seeing his hand on his cock. I kissed his fingers before telling him, "You can take your hand away now. I've got it from here," I instructed. "But maybe sometime you'll let me watch you jerk-off. Watch you make yourself cum." I looked up to see him cautiously nodding.

Here I was I was about to perform my first blowjob, hoping not to fuck it up. I tried to recall everything that I had learned from watching porn.

I took hold of his cock at the base with one hand, pulling it away from his body and cupped his balls with the other, before opening my lips and wrapping them around his leaking tip. It amazed me that he was already dripping pre-cum, but then again, the newness. The taste was not as salty as the cum I had licked off my fingers from the previous handjobs. And it was much clearer. I filed that away as new knowledge. As I began sucking on him, I moved my hand up and down, tugging on the tightly stretched skin of his member.

Justin was moaning, which brought me so much pleasure, and holding onto the top of the pony wall with one hand and the arm of the wash station chair with the other, since his knees buckled. I looked up at him, hoping to see him watching me, but his eyes were closed. I continued by keeping my fingers still while wrapped around his base and moving my lips up and down his shaft, essentially jerking him off with my mouth. I knew from my reading, that supposedly guys love when you deep-throat them, but at this point, that was not yet in my repertoire. And I knew, from when I first jerked him off, he would most likely be cumming soon.

I picked up my pace, bobbing my head up and down on his cock until I felt his balls constrict. Decision time. Let him cum in my mouth or take it out and shoot in onto him. I wanted to feel dirty, so my mouth won out. Seconds later, he groaned, rose up on his toes, stiffened his entire body and unloaded a weeks worth of cum into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and sucked until he pleaded for me to stop. I wanted to drain him dry and I thought I had. But when I took my mouth off him and released my death grip on his cock, out came another small stream, hitting me on the underside of my chin, causing me to laugh.

Justin collapsed back into the chair and watched me as I opened my mouth to show him as I swallowed his load, even going so far as to wipe the underside of my chin with my finger and suck it dry. He was smiling. I was smiling. I felt we had taken a really big step tonight in the course of our sexual relationship. We looked at the clock and saw that it was 12:45. I hurried and donned my robe and began buttoning his shirt as he pulled up his pants. A quick hug and passionate kiss goodnight, then I let him out the front door of the salon, turned the alarm back on and went up to bed, emotionally and sexually satisfied. I was determined that the next time we had the opportunity I'd get my pussy eaten.

That opportunity came sooner than I expected. We made plans to see a double feature at a local Drive-In theatre. (Amazingly, it's still in operation to this day.) We didn't really care about the first film, so we planned to use that time to fool around and then seriously watch the second film. I went into the night with hopes of getting him completed naked as well as getting him to eat me out. Since it was going to be a warm night, I donned my lightest sun dress, the one that buttoned down to the waist, and wore it with nothing underneath. Two days prior, I had sent him a before and after text pic showing him, in one, my pubic bush he had seen that night at the salon and in the other, a pic after I had done a bikini shave of my inner thigh area and, while not a landing strip, that I had also trimmed all my remaing hair extremely short. I was hoping he'd take the hint.

We arrived there right before dusk and knew there would be probably be 45 minutes or so until the first film started. We bided our time waiting for the movie to start by watching and commenting about the people we saw roaming the grounds. Our hope of having no one next to us caused us to park about three rows from the rear. Unfortunately, one car did park on our right side, but fortunately no one parked on the other. When the couple to our right got out and went to the concession stand, we hustled out of our front seats and climbed into the back of Justin's VW Jetta.

As soon as the first film came on, we began making out, only now our hands roamed much sooner and further than previous, since we were beyond the being shy stage. When Justin reached under my dress and found I had nothing on under there, the excited look on his face was priceless. "Now I feel completely overdressed," he joked.

"I wanted to make it as easy as possible for you to have access to whatever parts of me you wanted access to," I laughed. "But for now, I want you to just sit back in the corner there and let me play. Okay? Oh. And I'm gonna remedy your overdressed situation."

I could see him pondering that thought, but all he could utter was, " If you're sure it'll be okay?."

"I'm sure. First, let's get these out of the way," I told him as my hands unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. "Lift your hips, please." He hesitated for a moment before doing as I asked. I slowly pulled both his shorts and his underwear down to his ankles. I was pleased to see he was wearing boxers in lieu of his normal 'tighty whiteys'. I guess he wanted to give me easy access as well. Good for him. Also, he had apparently gotten the hint, somewhat. While I'd really of liked it to be shorter, he had trimmed down all the pubic hair above his dick, but apparently had avoided doing anything to his balls. I'd have to work on that. I also had to keep reminding myself not to be too aggressive with Justin. I had to try to make it seem like everything I was doing was kinda his idea.