My Darling Nicki

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My high school years were mainly spent looking for a girlfriend. Needless to say, I didn’t have much luck. The one I did have lasted for only a few months and ended in a somewhat awkward disaster. One girl even told me no and in the same sentence asked me to introduce her to another guy with a face like a Picasso original. As senior year rolled around, I was convinced that I was destined to be everybody’s friend but nobody’s special someone. Meanwhile, my friend Michael went through girlfriends like Sherman on his march to the sea. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. I never asked him for advice or asked for him to send somebody my way, at least not blatantly. I merely casually mentioned the fact that I had never had a girlfriend once or twice. I honestly thought nothing of it until I got a phone call a few days later. I didn’t question why or how. All I could do was smile with hope and anticipation at the news. He had found somebody for me.

My stomach was in knots as I walked down the school hallway, decorated in tacky tiles and pale purple bricks. I had barely slept the night before. The excitement grew with each step, and when I rounded the corner near my first class, I saw him leaning against the wall, waiting for me. Standing next to him was, to me, the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was going to be my first.

Her name was Nicki. Dressed all in black, her chestnut hair flowed all the way down her back. She was short and slim, with fair skin and a round face. She had a cute sideways grin and brown eyes that cut across the room like a knife. As he introduced us, I couldn’t help but look a little lower. Her ass had a sweet little curve to it, and her breasts were nearly pressing through her t-shirt. Apparently, she had seen me some time and somewhere before, thought I was cute, and yadda yadda yadda. To be completely honest, I didn’t really care at the time. Perhaps I am exaggerating her looks, but that’s how I remember her. After all, you never forget your first.

We got along very well. Turns out we both had a lot in common. We had both celebrated our 18th birthdays a little more than a month before. Ironically, hers was the day after mine. We were both nerdy bookworms, into sci-fi and superheroes. I think I would have agreed to like anything she did at that point, but there was no need to. I took a strong liking to her almost immediately, and fortunately, she did too. We had our first date at the movies that night, luckily/unfortunately with another couple. Don’t get me wrong. The others were great people too and having them along did kinda ease off the pressure. At the same time, having a little alone time would have been very nice as well. I did the best I could, given the circumstances. In the most stereotypical move, I stretched my arm nonchalantly around her seat. She leaned in, and I put my hand on her shoulder and smiled.

We had a few more dates over the following weeks. Typical teenager stuff, I guess you could call it. I went over to her house for dinner and a movie with her parents, who were very nice people. The two of us cuddled on the couch most of the night until her parents went to bed, and the TV became boring. We sat in silence, looking at each other as if neither one knew what to Bakırköy escort do or say next. She stood and gently took me by the hand.

“Come on,” she whispered.

Moving quietly, she led me upstairs, down a short hallway, and into her bedroom. The door had barely finished closing behind us before we were lying in the floor and locking lips.

I had only kissed one girl before, and that was playing spin the bottle at a Halloween party. It was more than I could have hoped for to feel her soft, succulent lips pressed against mine. We lingered for what felt like minutes, took a brief pause, and came together again. I could feel her tongue slide inside my mouth, and I gladly returned the favor. Chills ran over my body as I gripped her tightly, arms wrapped around her waist. The passion grew, and I instinctively, without even thinking about it, slid my hands under her tight shirt, massaging her soft skin. My fears that I had gone too far were assuaged went I felt her do the same. Her touch drove me wild. Keeping one hand in place, I ran the other through her long, silky hair, holding her as close to me as I possibly could. I wanted that moment to last forever.

As long as we went at it, I lost track of the time. Half hour, hour, five minutes, I couldn’t tell. I was in heaven all the while. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and at that point, I couldn’t ask for anything more. She could tell I was getting hot and only paused to tell me to unbutton my shirt, which I readily did. We continued caressing until, unbelievably, we both grew tired and slightly sore. It was break time, and as I rolled onto my back, I could feel Nicki curl up next to me, laying her head on my chest. Taking in the ecstasy of the occasion, I honestly thought it could not get any better, at least not yet. I was riding on a wave of emotion a mile high, and in my love struck state, I couldn’t help but make a little joke.

My friends and I had somehow developed a little gag that we pulled on each other and random people we knew all the time. Pick someone, stick your hand in their pocket, and tell them you were in their pants. Low-brow humor, but it got a laugh every time. I don’t know why, but I felt like that was the perfect moment to introduce my new girlfriend to the joke. As we looked at each other, both of us still a little amazed at what had just happened, I reached over and quickly stuck my hand into her left cargo pocket.

“Look, I’m in your pants,” I said with a laugh.

She didn’t seem very amused. As she pulled my hand back out, I was worried that I had completely ruined the moment, and that would be the end of our night. So I was very surprised when she instead slid my hand down the front of her somewhat tight pants, inside her panties, and rested it on the soft mound of her pubic hair.

“No, now you are,” she whispered.

My heart began to race. I looked at her in amazement as a smirk crept across her face. My hand was frozen in place as she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her ample breasts held back only by a tight black bra. She cocked her head to one side as she reached both hands behind her back. I was still in shock.

“What should I do now?” I blurted out, somewhat Bakırköy escort bayan sarcastically, already knowing what she had in mind. She let out a short snicker.

“Oh, I think you know,” she replied, as her bra hit the floor, giving me a full view of naked breasts and tender, already hardening nipples.

I instinctively lowered my head to the one nearest to me and gently place my lips around her sensitive tip and gave a delicate suck. Her soft moan encouraged me to give her more, and when she begged, I switched to the other breast and did the same. I could feel her gripping tightly on to me, breathing quiet sighs of pleasure into my ear. My hand crept even lower, constricted by her remaining clothing. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants and slid them down, along with her blue patterned panties. It was the first I saw of her tight, virgin pussy.

I raised my head and looked directly into her brown eyes as I slid my middle finger inside her. She let out a silent moan and shivered. She pressed her mouth to mine in order to prevent a sound from escaping, and we resumed our passionate kissing. I was as gentle as I could be as I slid my finger out and deep inside her again, moving as fast as I dared. I had seen plenty of porn in the past and used that to determine my actions. I pulled out and blindly groped higher, knowing her sensitive, aching clit was waiting for attention. I knew I found it when I heard Nicki groan. With two fingers, I slowly started to rub in a tight circle. She pulled her lips away and buried her face in my neck. I could feel her fingers digging into my back and shoulders.

I moved back and forth from rubbing her clit to fingering her. I could not tell which she enjoyed more. I think she was happy just to get anything. I know I was. She was warmer, wetter, and softer than I could have ever imagined. As I touched her, I could feel myself getting harder, poking through my boxers and nearly out of my jeans. I wanted her so bad, and if I’d been more aggressive or had a condom, I probably would have. At the same time, seeing this beautiful woman naked and grinding against my hand in ecstasy and knowing I was causing it was good enough for me at the time. I would have my chance. Keeping one finger inside her, I teased her clit with my thumb. The way she shook and sighed, I knew she couldn’t take it much longer. She came with one last quiver and relaxed in my arms. I gave her a few seconds, and when I knew she was looking at me, I pulled my finger out and sucked the pussy juice off. She bit her lip and grinned. I smiled back. It was so sweet.

We thought about sex over the following weeks, but somehow, we never got around to it. Something interrupted us or we weren’t ready or something along those lines. The closest we had come involved me sitting on the couch and her straddling my lap. We wanted each other so badly, and we were so close. I was determined not to let an opportunity like that slip by again.

It was a rainy afternoon. Her parents were gone, and we were alone in her room, having at each other as we had before. The passion grew as our hands explored our hot, young bodies. I still felt a little hesitation, and I’m sure she did too, but I was still escort Bakırköy ready.

“I want you so badly,” I told her.

She replied that she wanted the same, but that we were still not fully prepared. Not this time, I thought. I had come prepared. I reached into my pocket and produced a small blue box.

“I’m ready now,” I said, ripping open the cardboard and producing one round, coiled piece of rubber wrapped in shining white plastic.

I smiled at her expectantly and was more than thrilled when she returned it. I put it down only for us to quickly disrobe. As I had never seen a naked woman before, she had never seen a naked man before, and I was honored to be her first. We examined our anxious nude bodies. She reached out and gently stroked my hanging cock. Her hands were soft and naturally skilled, and as I began to grow in her grasp, she looked up at me enticingly. I reached my hand down and felt the heat already emanating from her cunt. She didn’t have to say a word as I took her in my arms and gently laid her down beneath me. I was hard and lying between her silky smooth legs. I grabbed for the condom, but she held my wrist down and stopped me.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you first. The real you.”

I smiled, kissed her, and pressed my body as close to her as I could. I tried to penetrate her as best as I could, but embarrassingly, I could not. Nicki giggled. She gripped me gently and guided the tip inside her. As I had before, I looked deeply into her eyes as I thrust inside her for the first time. I can only imagine the look on my face was the same as hers: eyes wide and mouth agape, letting out a loud moan. Her pussy was tight and hot, and I could feel it squeezing me and drawing me closer. We couldn’t move. We could only hold each other and take in that amazing moment. I wanted to thrust into her again, but I knew if I did, I would not be able to stop. Instead, I rose to my knees, quickly unwrapped the condom, and unrolled it down my already twitching cock. It wasn’t difficult to find that sweet spot again.

It was awkward at first, of that there’s no doubt. I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying to go as fast as I could, but it wasn’t working. It took a few minutes, but I finally got into the right groove, grinding my hips and pressing off the balls of my feet. I tried to be quiet for some reason, but it was to no avail. Each thrust was met with a louder moan or groan. I pressed as deeply as I could. I looked down at my lover. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she cried out in a combination of pleasure and mild pain. I let my instincts take over as I kissed again and again, caressing her breasts as they gently bounced back and forth. I could feel her legs wrap around me. As far as I was concerned, she was the greatest lover in the world, and I would never have another.

Time stood still. Maybe it had been five minutes. Maybe fifteen. Maybe longer, maybe shorter. It didn’t matter. I had never been so happy before. As I felt my orgasm approaching, I told her to look at me. I came inside her for the first time, looking at her beautiful and rapturous face. I rolled over on my side, and she did the same to face me. We were both sweating, breathing heavily, and smiling from ear to ear.

“I love you,” I told her.

“I love you,” she replied.

She pressed her face to my chest, and within a few minutes, had fallen asleep. As I lay there, my girlfriend in my arms, stroking her hair, I could only hope that there would be more first times to come.

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