I let a faint smile play on my lips. Charles was the first guy that had spoken to me with so much confidence. He was cool. He took charge of the conversation. Most of the guys who dared to approach could barely meet my gaze when they talked because the minute they said hello to me I would give them a stern, scary look that unsettled them all through. But Charles was different, he was as cool as a cucumber. He knew he was a fine boy and of course, he’d dated some of the prettiest girls in school as well. “And have you thought about what your legion of girlfriends would do to me if they find out that I’m trying to take their place?” I’d asked him. He held me by the waist and pulled me close to him, our bodies making contact as he pressed his chest against my breasts. “I guarantee you that you’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetheart, most of what you hear about me and girls are not true,” he whispered into my ears. I shook my head. “And you expect me to believe that, right?”
“Well, it’s your call, really. I cannot force you not to believe what you want to believe.” And before I could think of a response, he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I froze. I wasn’t expecting it. That was the first time I would be kissed by a boy. I was so nervous I didn’t quite know how to react, whether to push him away or let him continue. Truth is, I had an idea what he was trying to do, but I wasn’t ready to stop him. Physically, mentally, I was too weak to do anything. And as he probed into my mouth with his tongue and kissing me very deeply, his hands slowly began to run up my boobs and finally, his fingers found their way inside my bra…bad boy had gotten me where he wanted!
I was feeling weak all over. There was a growing sensation in my body that I couldn’t explain. The deeper Charles kissed me, the weaker I became. I felt myself go numb at the knees, it was almost as though my legs could not carry me. Charles was doing all manner of things to me that I could not explain. He was kissing me passionately, and at the same time, his right hand was fondling my boobs.
‘I have always wanted to hold you in my arms, Rosie,” Charles whispered into my ear. He held my bum with his left hand and pressed my body hard against his. He was looking straight into my eyes as he said those words but I had to close my eyes. I was too shy to look at him.
“Do you feel the way I do, Rosie? Do you like me the way I like you?” Charles asked me, his voice soft and tender in my ears.
I could only nod slowly in response. I was too weak, too overwhelmed with emotions to speak. I had never felt like this before. My body was doing things I didn’t know it was capable of doing. My nipples had grown hard and thick, they were threatening to bust a hole through my bra. And there was an explosion in between my legs that I had never quite experienced before. I felt a wetness so strong that I could tell my entire under wear was soaked silly. I was practically dripping wet from under. I was scared. I was nervous. The very thought of the consequences of what I was about to do frightened me, but if it truth be told, the only thing I wanted the most at that very moment was to have Charles right inside me. I no longer wanted to be a virgin. I wanted to become a woman….
“I want you, sweetheart, I have always wanted you…” Charles continued to whisper all the sweet nothings into my ears. He held me close to him, our bodies pressing hard against each other. By now, he had lifted up my skirt and his right hand found its way into my pant. He was fingering my pussy, tickling the head of my clit so expertly. I nearly went mad with emotions. Charles was still whispering some words into my ears but I could barely hear him anymore. All I could do was moan silently to his every touch.
There was a table not too far away from us. Charles led me to the table, raised up my skirt and pulled down my pant. I couldn’t stop him. I just stood beside him, leaning slightly on him so he could relieve me of my pant. When he was done, he unbuttoned my top, dug his hand inside my bra and gave my boobs the freedom they so badly craved for. Judging by the way the two mounds of tasty looking flesh sprang out of my bra, you could tell they were glad to get their freedom. Charles’ eyes lit up up with excitement. He liked what he was seeing on my chest. And slowly, he bent over, took my breasts in his mouth one after the other and licked them silly before finally laying me on the table. I couldn’t look at what he was about to do. I covered my eyes with my hands and remained motionless on my back as I lay on the table. Charles lifted up legs and rested them on the table before spreading them slightly apart. He then quickly removed both his trouser and boxers and stood in between my legs. By the time Charles unleashed his sugar stick and placed it at the mouth of my honey pot, ready for penetration, I swallowed a lump of saliva in my mouth. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This was the day I would become a woman…