His Nasty Little Pussy

Losing My Virginity

I had been masturbating for years, but I was always terrified to go all the way. I must admit that I was curious. I wanted to know what it was like, and I wanted to please my boyfriend. But I just couldn’t deal with losing my virginity.

One Saturday night, my parents were out for the evening, and my brother had gone out with friends. I was home alone, so I took the opportunity to pop one of my dad’s porn videos into the DVD player. I was lying on the couch wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and I had my hand thrust inside my underwear. I was fingering myself, and I was nearing climax, moaning loudly, when the front door opened.

Before I had time to react, my brother’s best friend, Shawn, had barged in and seen me. I was mortified. I picked up one of the couch cushions and quickly used it to hide myself. Shawn looked over at the television. He watched for a moment as a guy pounded a woman roughly with his hard cock. Then he grinned at me.

“Well, Squirt! Looks like you’ve grown up!” Shawn teased.

I picked up a throw pillow and lobbed it at his head.

“Shawn, get out!” I shrieked. “What are you doing here? Where’s Brad?”

“He’s at the restaurant,” Shawn said. “He forgot his wallet, and he asked me to come get it for him so he wouldn’t have to leave his date.” “Didn’t you have a date?” I asked.

“Nah,” he replied. “Naomi broke up with me last week. She’s dating some skater dude now.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay. I didn’t like her that much, anyway,” he admitted. “What about you? Why are you home on a Saturday night without a date?”

“Boys my age are painfully boring,” I told him, rolling my eyes emphatically. “And it’s hard to meet older guys around here.” “I’m an older guy,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, but… you’re Brad’s best friend. And I’ve known you forever,” I argued.

“So? I could show you a thing or two,” he said confidently.

“Like what?” I asked curiously, wondering just how far he was willing to take things. I’d had a secret crush on Shawn for years, but I never thought he’d be interested in his best friend’s little sister.

He sat down on the couch beside me and leaned in close to me. I could feel his warm breath on my face.

“Like this,” he whispered, taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss.

I felt his tongue slip between my lips, and my heart started to flutter rapidly. His tongue was soft and warm, and his breath tasted like pizza. My arms instinctively went around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

I felt his hand slip down from its spot on my shoulder to fondle my breast. His fingers slipped under the lace of my bra and found my small, pink nipple. He pinched it slightly, and I felt it stiffen.

Then his hand went behind the couch cushion I was using to hide myself. It slowly trailed down my belly, pausing just before the waistband of my panties. I was breathless with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. His kiss was intense and passionate, and it was driving me wild.

His fingers inched slowly, cautiously inside my panties. His hand lingered at the precipice, teasing me, refusing to touch me. I felt his hand wrap over my pubic mound, his fingers tickling the little tuft of hair. I purred softly, the sound mostly muffled by his lips. My hips pushed forward, trying to encourage him to touch me. Finally, his finger slipped between my lips and brushed lightly over my clit. I shivered.

“Mmm, baby… you’re so wet,” he said smoothly into my ear.

The warmth of his breath tickled, and I shivered again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to mine as his fingers spread my labia and touched me in ways I’d never been touched before.

My entire body felt warm and tingly. I couldn’t believe how he was making me feel. It was like I was waking up for the first time in my life.

“Shawn, wait,” I gasped breathlessly, putting my hand on his arm.

“What is it?” Shawn asked, breathing softly against my neck and sending chills down my arms.

“I’m… I’m a virgin,” I said, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.

He froze.

“Don’t stop,” I begged him, thrusting my hips against his hand.

“Wait a minute. You’re a virgin?” he clarified.

“Yes, but I want to do it with you,” I said quickly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “I can’t do this. You’re Brad’s little sister. He’d kill me!”

“He doesn’t have to know,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

He jerked out of my embrace and stood up, backing away. He nearly tripped over the coffee table.

“No, no. I can’t do this,” he said, shaking his head.

“Please, Shawn!” I begged him. “I want you to!”

I stood up and quickly unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I stood in the dim light that flickered from the television, my small breasts bare and begging to be touched.

I could see Shawn’s chest rising and falling roughly. His hands were balled into tight fists by his sides, and he gritted his teeth and glared menacingly at me. I could tell it was taking every ounce of willpower within him to resist.

“Don’t fight it, Shawn!” I begged him. “Take me!”

I stepped forward and pressed my body against his. I could feel his erection hard and ready against my thigh. I maneuvered my hips so it stabbed between my legs.

“Tammy, please,” he moaned, trying to back away. “Brad would freak out.”

“He’ll never know,” I promised.

“This isn’t right. You should be with someone you love,” he argued.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Was your first time with someone you loved?” I challenged him, knowing the answer.

“My first time was with Kathy Woodall in the backseat of her cousin’s Accord, and she never spoke to me again,” he said.

“Right, because you two weren’t even dating,” I remembered.

“But you’re a girl!” he said.

I took his hands and placed them on my breasts.

“Damn right, I am,” I agreed. “And I’m also an adult now. I’m eighteen, and I know what I want!”