RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I mimic his actions, his own name falling from my lips in a ghostly manner as I tighten up from the feeling of his fingers inside of me. And my own grip of my hand on his cock tightens as well.

"Ooooh," I let slip, along with letting my finger slip from my stomach down to join Chris's hand, down on my pussy.

I lift my hips up, my sweet spot coming into contact with my finger and a small noise falling from my lips.

I really should stop this, before it all ends before it's even begun.

His words go straight to me, sending the pleasure from all my body up to my brain, making me whimper out as a response. I am getting really fucking close to the edge here.

"Mmm, MMM! Oh," I make these odd noises that I didn't even think I was making until now before grabbing at Chris's hand to stop him from moving his fingers anymore.

"I think we should calm this down a bit. I'm on the edge here," I say in a whisper.

I let out a shaky breath and take my hand away from my own clit and my other hand away from Chris's cock.

I open my eyes and look up at him through slitted eyes.

"Mmmmm, so, how do you want to do this?" I ask him, watching him look over his glistening hand, and I can't help but blush at how wet I obvious am already.

"Umm..."

"Yeah, same here," I attempt, "I mean, I have seen things on the net and in films, but that's pretty much for more... advanced couples."

I'm playing with my fingers now as I look up at him.

We're really bad at this, aren't we? We seem to get into it, and we're at it like we've being together for years and then we'd stop and it dawns on me that we are just two clueless, fumbling teenagers.

"Maybe you could put the condom on, and we can kiss or something, and go from there?" I suggest with a shrug of my shoulders.

I laugh, "you've just had your fingers inside me and you think that a condom is gross?" I question with a small laugh as I watch him read the condom packet for the instructions.

I watch as he slides the condom on, rolling it onto himself with concentration written all over his face. Plus it gives me time to admire him.

But my eyes just settle on his cock, and I can still not believe how big he is, and the worrying feeling that he's going to hurt me is starting to settle in again as I watch him.

"Uh? Ooooh, yeah, I'm good," I lie as I adjust myself on the bed and spread my legs a little in preparation for what's about to come.

I sigh, the nerves washing over me again. Why do I have to be such a pussy when it comes to pain?

"Actually no, I'm, I'm a little scared that it's going to hurt," I admit to Chris who is just finishing up with checking the condom for any tears or anything wrong with it.

HE WHAT?!?!!

"You love me?" I ask him in a squeaky voice with my eyes as wide as saucers.

He said he loved me, he loves me. And it sounds so amazing coming from his lips. And it sounds even more amazing when it's planning over and over again in my head. So much so, that all the ideas of how painful this is going to be have gone out of the window.

"Oh my God Chris," I say before wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him close to me.

I pull away from the hug gently and look him right into the face, our bodies pressed so closely together, our foreheads pressed together.

"I love you too baby, and I trust you and thank you. I'll think I'll be OK now."

I let out a sigh of relief, smiling into the kiss as I start to lay back on the bed, taking Chris down with me so he's laying on top of me.

We keep on kissing as I feel his hard on rubbing against my hip and I moan out at the idea of how hard he is, and it's all for me.

I pull away from his lips and bite onto my own lips as I grip onto Chris's shoulders and rubbing at them deeply as I start to roll my hips a little against his, just so I can give him some friction to him, after he made me feel so damn good.

"Mmmm, Chris," I whimper as I continue to slow writhe my hips up to meet his, the contact feeling a lot better than I would have imagined it was.

It feels so right right now. The two of us just moving together, not even having proper intercourse yet. Just moving together, getting into the mood for it. It feels so right now, now I know he loves me too. It feels like I could do anything.

"I think I'm ready now," I whisper into his ear, my mouth barely ghosting over his ear lobe as I grip onto his shoulders, his strong broad shoulders.

I nod and whisper against his lips, "I will."

I look down myself to see what's happening, even though I can't really see a thing. I take a sharp intake of breath in as I feel a small stitch of discomfort twang through me. It's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, I'm not about to start writhing on the floor in pain but it still hurts.

"Ow," I whimper out, almost by accident as I try to relax, like they all say in the teen magazines to when you're having sex for the first time.

I look up at Chris's face now, and see him biting his lip in concentration. He's obviously getting a good feeling from this already, and I can't help but just smile at the look on his face.

I smile up at him, laughing a little at how his voice has gone up a few octaves.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine, it stings a little, but... that's normal, right?"

I bring my hands up to Chris's shoulders and rub over the hot skin there, loving the feel of him being this close to me, and in close inside of me.

"How you finding it?" I ask him, even though I think I already know the answer.

"Mmmm, mmm it's feels..." I don't want to lie, I don't want him to feel bad because it obviously feels so good for him but I'm not getting that feeling yet, although seeing him like this, sweating and panting a little with lust filling his eyes, he looks like nothing I have ever seen before, it's enough to make me throb.

"You look so hot, like this" I divert away from the question a little before looking up at his face and kissing him on the lips softly.

I draw away ever so slightly and ask, "should we... start up some sort of rhythm, or... something? I don't know..."

"Yeah, a little but... just stop worrying," I laugh a little as I run my hands over Chris's face and kiss him on the lips again, closing my eyes as I try to progress the kiss.

Anything to make me stop thinking about how I know for a fact that I am bleeding now, and the tears that are in my eyes now as he pushes a little further into me.

Don't make a noise. Just keep kissing him. It'll be better soon, it'll feel good for me soon.