Rachel’s Virginity Preservation: Part 3
RACHEL’S VIRGINITY PRESERVATION: PART 3
RACHEL’S EPIC SEARCH FOR PLEASURE, WHILE KEEPING HER VIRGINITY.
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Cam was all smiles when she arrived, effusive with
compliments over how gorgeous he thought she looked. That helped clear the air,
and the two fell right back into their conversation, picking up where they left
off and talking into the night until the place closed down and they were forced
to leave.
Any time in the future she thought back to that night,
Rachel could never remember what they talked about on the walk back to her
dorm, because though she listened and participated, her mind was elsewhere.
Specifically it was on throwing out all her chaste intentions for the evening
and becoming determined to get this boy's cock in her mouth. He was hot, he was
a gentleman, and everything about him turned her on.
Reaching her building's entrance, she was about to invite
him inside when he wished her goodnight. They made plans to hang out again
soon, and he headed off. Rachel headed up to her room, confounded at how
genuine he was, stripped off all her modest clothes, and fucked herself silly
trying to sate the horniness that Cam had inflicted on her.
Their next date was equally as refreshing, and this time
their evening ended with a kiss. A small taste at first, but soon the two felt
their tongues intertwine, and their bodies heave and swell against each
other's. Yet still, that's where the date would end, but before he left, they
made plans once again. Plans for dinner; at Cam's.
This time there was no modesty to hide behind in the way she
dressed. She wanted this boy and she wanted him bad. She made sure her best
assets were on display, a lovely dress with a deep cut neckline that her ripe,
full breasts were practically bursting out of. On her way to his place she was
even a little nervous. It had been a while since she had been with anyone, but
that wasn't it. It was something about him, he wasn't just another hook up, he
was different.
Cam welcomed her at the door with his bright, perfect smile,
and she almost jumped him the second she heard the latch click behind her.
Somehow she held it together and made her way to the couch, where he had a
bottle of wine waiting to share. They each had a glass, falling deep into
conversation so easily, and when they were done, Rachel noticed that they had
slowly and silently inched closer and closer as they talked. They were practically
on top of each other now. Now the talking was done.
Cam brushed a strand of hair away from Rachel's face, and
her whole body buzzed. She didn't want to be strong anymore but somehow she
waited, somehow she let him make the first move. He licked his lips, leaned in,
and kissed her softly. He held her close. She felt safe. She felt relaxed.
There was no rush on either of their parts, and the two just kissed, enjoying
each other's lips, listening to their soft coos and breaths that accentuated
the gentle music playing in the background.
Rachel had never been kissed like this. Kissing was always
just a precursor to what came next, but not here. Not with Cam. She could have
stayed there forever in his lips, but still she put up no refute when she felt
his hands start to spread over her body. Down her arms, across her hips, and
then, then; she felt the sweet comfort of his strong hands on her breasts. Cam
squeezed them gently, kneading them delicately through her dress. His hands
felt incredible, but she needed more than a tease, and so it was Rachel who,
through the electric sensations of his lips on hers, reached up and pulled down
her top, exposing her fat, milky breast to him.
They groaned into each other's mouth when the skin of his
hand touched the skin of her breast. He squeezed harder this time, with more
purpose, and Rachel arched her back into him deeper. His finger danced around
her diamond-hard nipple before gently tweaking it, then he squeezed again.
Rachel lolled her head back in ecstasy, and Cam took the opportunity to kiss
his way down her pale neck, over the flat of her chest. Rachel felt her breath
involuntarily hold as he lifted her heavy tit, waiting in anticipation for his
lips to taste her nipple. She felt the wetness of his tongue around the tip,
then the full, soft suction of his mouth, and she almost screamed.
Sensations coursed through her as he sucked on her nipple,
and then the feel of cool air. Then his lips on hers once again. He kissed her,
deeply and sensually, gently petting and caressing her breast as he did so.
Then the kissing stopped. Rachel opened her eyes dreamily and looked up at the
gorgeous man she was coupled with. He was waiting for something, waiting for
her, and so slowly, still lost in the sensation of his hand on her smooth,
milky flesh, Rachel gripped at the length of her dress, pulling it upward as
her thick, creamy thighs gently butterflied open.
Rachel smiled at him. He smiled back. Gravity took control
of her breast, and Cam's hand slid down her torso. Her eyes shut as she felt
his fingers dancing around her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what
they both wanted. When she was unable to take any more teasing he cupped his
full, strong hand over her entire wet mound and just held it there. Rachel
gasped. She clung to him as his hand pulsed slowly into her labia, the
anticipation of receiving his fingers driving her wild. He pecked sweetly at
her neck as he got a feel for her most intimate area. Then, the pressure
released, and she felt only a single finger begin to glide, almost
imperceptibly, over her soaked panties.
She had been here before, had men touch her before, but
something wholly new occurred at that moment. He did something no one else had
ever done, not even Tim: he asked her what she wanted.
"I want you to show me what you like," he
whispered, practically staring into her soul, "I want you to show me how
to please you."
Rachel absolutely melted. She pulled him close, kissing him
deeply, the heat of passion practically overwhelming her. "Touch me. Please,"
she hissed. She felt the band of her panties stretch, felt his firm fingers
pass through the ginger tuft of pubic hair. It felt like her entire being had
opened up completely as the first finger of Cam's hand slipped easily inside
her tight body.
Rachel obeyed his request, steering him in the right
direction as he worked first one finger, then two inside of her steaming core.
She was riding waves of pleasure, wondering if it could ever get better, when
Cam slid down her body, and she felt his face press between her legs. His lips
and tongue joined his fingers, and created a symphony of intense sensation.
Rachel felt the electricity building inside her, he was
playing her body like a fine tuned instrument. Then something happened. She
started to feel it. Her whole body was buzzing, her pussy was on fire. There
was only one place to go, and she was almost there, He was getting her there.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" she started to
chant as the feeling kept rising, the rhythmic thrusting of his thick fingers
driving her to the edge while his tongue wrote poems on the tip of her clit.
She had wanted this for so long, something other than dalliances with Tim,
something real, something explicit, something climactic, and now, finally,
after so many years, it was coming. She was cumming.
Cam held on for dear life and Rachel cried out in deep
rapture as her body spasmed and shook with a deep orgasm. Finally, Finally, her
body seemed to cry, racing white hot pleasure through her as she wriggled
against her lover's face. It only lasted moments, but Rachel felt like it would
never end. Cam rocked her back to earth, holding and stroking her as she came
down from an unbelievable high.
When her breath finally calmed, Rachel took stock of what
had just happened. For the first time in her life, a man other than Tim had
made her cum. She was giddy with excitement, and no less ravenous for the man
in question. Staring at him in awe for a moment, that big bright smile of his
warming her with its light, her hand drifted down between his legs. He was
hard. Extremely. Now it was her turn.
She sat upright, and immediately pulled the top of her dress
down completely, bearing both of her huge, heaving breasts to Cam. She lurched
toward him, and Cam met her, getting completely lost in the overwhelming flesh
of her bosom. He squeezed and kissed, groped and sucked, and while he enjoyed
himself, Rachel's hand worked open his pants and freed his painfully hard cock
to the night. She sighed. She loved it already. It wasn't the biggest she'd
ever had, but it didn't matter. It was perfect.
Rachel cooed and encouraged Cam's working of her tits as she
began to explore his rigid length with her hand. She stroked generously, but
this was only a warm up for what her true intentions were. When she couldn't
stand the need any longer, when her mouth was watering with desire, she
disengaged, slid down his body until she was on her knees on the floor between
his legs. She smiled at him, she could have returned the favor and asked him
what he liked, but she knew she didn't need to. Taking one last moment to
appreciate the specimen before her, to feel the weight of his balls in her
hand, Rachel licked her lips and leaned in, taking Cam's hard, thick cock into
her mouth.
He felt so good between her lips, so hard, yet so soft. So
alive. She penetrated her mouth with his length with pure joy, covering every
inch of him with perfect pleasure. She wanted to give this man everything he
deserved, everything she denied from so many others. Pushing forward she felt
him pass the back of her tongue, and smirked in glee as a deep groan from him
signaled his entry into her throat.
She wanted him deep, as deep as he could go, and she moaned
in delight when she felt his pubic hair push into her nose. She worked him in
and out in long, deep strokes, practically using her whole body to suck this
boy's cock. It didn't take long before she started to see the signs, the
staggered breath, the stiffening body, and it was then that she decided she
wanted to do something for him that she had (almost) never done for anyone
before.
"God Rachel," he hissed, "I'm; gonna
cum!"
She slipped him out of her throat at the last moment,
holding his head in her mouth. Her hand stroked his shaft firmly and with
purpose, and her other hand kneaded his boiling balls. It was only a moment
before she felt the fat head of his cock flare, and then twitch strongly
against her as he began to fill her mouth with pulse after pulse of hot semen.
"Huh; oh my gawd," he wailed, cumming in Rachel's
mouth. She never stopped, working him through the peak of his orgasm, then
slowly caressing him as he came down. Once his spasming subsided, Rachel
carefully slipped his swollen cock out of her mouth and looked up at him.
Opening her mouth she tilted back so he could see the result of her handiwork,
a pool of thick white coated her tongue. She wanted him to see it, to see His
cum in Her mouth.
She closed her mouth, and with a twinkle in her eye,
swallowed down the entire load.
"Damn, girl!" Cam said with a laugh. She started
to laugh too, the wildness of what just happened catching up with her. Cam
reached for her, the two of them sharing the laughter, and pulled her lips to
his, kissing her deep. Kissing her. After he had just cum in her mouth. She
didn't know why, but she found that incredibly sexy.
They held each other on the couch, basking in their newfound
intimacy, just relaxing into each other's arms. As the night rolled on, Rachel
had a horrible thought, that what just happened was only a fluke, so when they
moved to Cam's bed, she made sure to try it again. This time both fully nude,
able to feel everything.
It was no fluke.
Rachel giggled with glee after Cam gave her another orgasm.
This was real. This was special. Drifting off to sleep after swallowing her
second load of Cam's cum, Rachel was excited for the future. Excited for what
their relationship might bring, and excited to do all manner of depraved things
with Cam, all just short of full penetrative sex. If things went well though,
she thought, hopefully that day would come.
Rachel and Cam stayed together all through the remainder of
college, and then some, and Rachel was sure there were wedding bells in her
future. Unfortunately though, as all good things must, eventually it had to
end. Cam was being deployed, and they both decided the strain would be too
much. And so at twenty four, Rachel found herself single for the first time in
years, unmarried, and depressed. She was still a virgin though, she had never
had the experience of totally sharing her body with Cam, a man she believed she
loved, because they hadn't married. And that was good. Right?
For the next year, Rachel found herself swinging between
self-imposed celibacy, and unsatisfying hook ups. That's why she found herself
on her knees in the back of a minivan, sucking the cock of a guy she used to
hook up with in high school. A guy who was now divorced, with two kids. She had
hoped his time being married would have improved his skills, but after a not
entirely unpleasant round of fingering and cunt licking, she tapped out,
unfulfilled, and returned the favor, the way she always had.
"Don't cum in my mouth, okay?" she said, to an
intoxicated grunt of agreement, then moments later popped his straining flesh
out of her mouth to finish the job with her hand. She'd wipe his drizzle from
her hands, they'd part ways with a promise to be in touch soon, and Rachel
would end the night (this time in her own apartment) doing for herself what the
guy she was with could not.
Masturbating always made her kind of melancholy though, as
sure enough her thoughts would drift to Cam, and to all the things they had
done together; all the ways they had made each other feel good. It was a
vicious circle though, as this melancholy is what drove her to rekindle past
hookups in an attempt to get Cam out of her mind, only to find herself thinking
of him when she returned home unsatisfied, to finish herself off.
Of all the guys she had reconnected with, she ultimately
knew what she was going to get (or not get, for that matter), yet it never
stopped her from reaching out to them. All, that is, but one.
"Hey." The words sat silently in a void on her
computer screen. She didn't know what to expect, or whether to expect anything
at all, but nonetheless she put them out there. And waited.
This was stupid, she thought. It was a mistake. It had been
years since they had talked. He probably had his own life now and didn't have
time for a stroll down memory lane that wreaked of desperation and,
"Hey!" The tension in her body alleviated slightly
as the words popped up. "Long time no talk! How've you been?" The
tone was jovial and pleasant, as though he was actually excited to hear from
her. She started to breathe again, and soon the two fell into a pleasant
reminiscence. It was nice to talk to him again. It was nice to talk to Tim.
"I'm sorry I just sort of disappeared back then,"
she said after a moment of reflection. He was a good guy, and a good friend, as
much as she tried to believe what they had was purely physical. "I kind of
got; caught up with life, I guess."
"No, it's totally cool," he wrote back, "It
happens to all of us." There was a pause, and then a question she hadn't
been asked in a long time. "Truth or dare?"
A tingle ran through Rachel's body. She knew where that
question could lead when coming from Tim. Wasn't that really why she messaged
him in the first place, though? Why try to deny it?
"Truth," she finally responded
"What was his name?"
"What makes you think there was a guy involved?"
"Because I know the reason we kept in touch as long as
we did, and when you disappeared, I had to assume it was for a specific
reason."
"Oh yeah?" she typed back, annoyed at his
accuracy. "And what reason is that?"
"You found someone else who could make you cum."
"I don't think that's any of your business, Tim
:P" she said, as coy as ever. She never liked admitting when he was right,
and Tim somehow was always right. She didn't even know what she was doing, or
why she reached out to him.
"Hey, what's your weekend look like? You wanna come by
my place Saturday night and we can; catch up?" Her answer to this question
was as good as an answer to his previous one. She'd be telling him a lot by how
she chose to answer. There wasn't really ever a choice though. He had made it
easy for her, and she wrote back the only word she had ever considered:
"Sure."
"And so I've been a nurse for coming up on three years
now," Rachel said, taking another sip of the very good wine Tim had
brought out.
"That is so great, Rachel, I'm so happy for you!"
She could tell by the tone of his voice he meant it. Tim wouldn't shine her on,
he wasn't that kind of guy.
She had gotten to his place at 8, and was met with a big,
enveloping hug when she entered. It was nice. His body felt nice against hers. Tim's
place was modest, but it looked great. Somewhere along the line Tim apparently
grew up, and got some great taste as well. Well, Tim always had great taste,
she chuckled to herself. She was trying to tell herself that wasn't why she had
come, but if she was already making jokes like that, even to herself, there
wasn't much pretense getting in her way.
The atmosphere was cozy and cool, and any nervousness she
had felt about rekindling whatever this was; was starting to dissipate. After a
brief tour, the two old friends made their way to the couch, where wine and
stories of what their lives had become were shared.
He looked good, she couldn't deny it. She had always found
Tim cute, but a couple years of age and maturity really did him good. She liked
to think he thought the same thing about her, she'd put on a couple pounds, but
thankfully it all went to the right places, making her tits somehow even bigger
than they had been when he'd last experienced them. She made sure to dress to
accentuate those curves as well. She knew he liked them, and she wanted to show
off what age and maturity had done for her, but not be too obvious about it.
She chose a simple, black dress with a low, but not Too low, neckline that
hugged her body delightfully. Her cleavage looked exquisite, and the knee high
boots she chose to top it all off added a nice bit of style.
At this point in the night, she wasn't nervous anymore, she
was anxious. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to touch him. She wanted
to know if his cock was as perfect as she remembered. But she would never make
the first move, and he knew that. He was making her wait. Teasing her. She was
once again annoyed at the hold he had over her, a hold that was making her
excruciatingly horny.
The night continued, and as they finished their wine, there
was a palpable shift in the air.
"How's your mom?" he asked, putting his wine glass
down to focus on her.
"She's good," she answered shortly. There wasn't
much less she wanted to think about at this moment than her mom;
"Do you still go to two churches?"
"Yes," she said, unconsciously rubbing her thighs
together. She knew the implication of his question.
Tim smiled, and shifted toward her, and lowered his voice.
"Are you still a virgin?" His hand fell gently to the creamy flesh
exposed below her dress. She didn't stop him.
His eyes were locked on hers. She felt a tingle in her body
as she answered, "Yes."
He smiled again. "But you've been busy, haven't
you?" He began stroking her leg. It felt good. He felt good.
"Yes," she whispered. Tim leaned in close. Damnit,
he even smelled good. There was now only an inch or so between them, but the
tension inside her made the distance feel cavernous. He licked his lips, and
then Rachel and Tim did something they had never done in all the time they
spent hooking up: they kissed.
And boy, what a kiss. Rachel generally didn't want the guys
she had hooked up with to kiss her, as kissing was somehow more intimate to her
than the other activities they got up to, but here, with Tim, it felt natural.
He was a great kisser, maybe she had been missing out. But she didn't need a
kiss to know how good he was with his lips and tongue.
She was just starting to relax into their make out session
when Tim
