Rebecca's Secret
Keywords: Secret, Rebecca's,
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"Synopsis: This story is partly based on fact, partly a fantasy. It is the story of a young man on vacation with his girlfriend and the night they have sex for the first time. The girlfriend has, up to this point, been reluctant to try sex. The big night finally comes for the two of them and the young man realizes, at last, what has made her so hesitant to share herself. The story is divided into several parts - the first focusing on oral sex and the second part on anal sex. The rest . . . we'll find out when we get there! "
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The hour was growing late as I looked around the cozy living room. Six of my friends were sitting in various places, in various positions, all watching some late night horror movie on the television. There was a feeling of general contentment. We had arrived at the house several hours earlier and were enjoying our visit already. It belonged the family of one of the group and her family had allowed us to use it for a week in the height of summer. Life couldn't have been sweeter.
My girlfriend Rebecca sat on my lap wearing a dark blue tank-top and tiny denim shorts. Her right arm was around my shoulders and her left hand rested on mine, which was resting on her thigh. I gently stroked the pale flesh of her thigh as I held her tightly around the waist with my other arm.
I yawned.
"Tired, baby?" she asked me.
I nodded.
"Why don't you go to bed?" she asked.
"We're all having such a good time," I answered.
"Well, if you go up, I'll join you in a few minutes," she said, "I'm pretty tired too."
"Alright," I said. I gave her a quick kiss and she climbed off my lap. I stood up, wished everyone a good night, and then trudged up the stairs to my bedroom.
"My" bedroom was actually the master bedroom of the house which had been assigned to Rebecca and me, since we were one of the only two couples on the trip. In the center of the room against the back wall was our bed, a cozy king-sized. We had our own television, our own bathroom, and a private world all to ourselves.
I suppose now would be the appropriate time to tell you about Rebecca and me.
We had gone to high school together, but had never been more than casual acquaintances. A few months earlier, however, we were re-introduced through a mutual friend. I marveled at the transformation. Either I was grossly disremembering her or she had definitely grown up while she was away. She had a really gothic way about her, wearing lots of dark clothing and dark make-up, but she lacked the annoying pretentiousness of most goth chicks I had met. We clicked instantly.
Physically, we were almost the opposite. I was tall and wide with a solid frame of muscle and bone. Rebecca was tiny and thin, with small breasts and a perfect little ass. With her dark hair and fair skin, she couldn't have been any more perfect to me.
Despite our mutual attraction, we had never had sex. In fact, we had never shared any kind of sexual contact other than kissing and occasional groping. She was a virgin, as was I, and I think both of us wanted to wait until the time was right. I secretly hoped that time was tonight.
"Are you decent?" I heard her ask from outside the room.
"Yeah," I said. "Come on in."
She stepped into the room, smiling at me as I unbuttoned my shirt, then stripped it away. Rebecca stood close to me, nuzzling her face against my plain white t-shirt, and wrapping her arms around my waist. She cooed softly.
"It's time for bed," I told her.
"I know, I know," she replied.
"How about you change in the bathroom and I'll get ready in here?" I suggested.
Rebecca agreed that sounded like a good plan and took her pajamas into the bathroom. Meanwhile, I took off my socks and my shorts, leaving only a t-shirt and boxer shorts on me. I turned the lamps beside our bed on and turned the main, overheard light out. I crawled beneath the blankets and had just settled in as Rebecca emerged from the bathroom.
She wore black, flannel pajamas pants and a matching tank top. She smiled at me sweetly and then climbed into bed beside me. She pulled the blankets over her legs and turned out her lamp. She snuggled in closely against me.
"Turn out the light," she instructed.
I reached over and turned the knob, plunging the room into warm, comforting darkness. Rebecca and I lay still for a while, each content with our own thoughts, and with one another's company.
"I love you," I told her, breaking the silence.
"I love you too," she said.
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"How much do you love me?" she suddenly asked.
That caught me off guard. "Very much," I said, not knowing exactly how I should respond to a question like that. Love wasn't exactly a quantitative thing, after all.
"I think I'm ready to do it," she said, after a long, slightly nerve-wracking pause.
"Do what?" I asked.
She laughed. "You know. Have . . . sex."
It caught me completely off guard. I didn't know how to react so, like an idiot, I went silent. My grip on her relaxed slightly and she took this as a bad sigh. She slid away from me to her side of the bed.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"No, don't," I told her, moving alongside her. "I'm sorry, I was just surprised. I wasn't expecting you to say that. But I'm glad you did."
"So you want to?" she asked.
"Of course!" I told her, smiling.
"There's just one thing . . ." She said that nervously, looking down at her own body. "I want to keep my breasts covered, if that's OK. It's just . . . you know . . ."
"It's fine, babe," I told her. "However you want to do it is fine by me."
I had a feeling this might happen. Although it might seem like an unusual request, it made sense, given the context. Rebecca was, for reasons I couldn't understand, very self-conscious about her breasts. I suppose a small-chested woman living in this world of d-cup porn stars, where tiny waists and giant tits are glamorized, could feel that way. I wouldn't have wanted Rebecca any way but the way she was. Despite my total and complete comfort with her body, I would grant her wish.
"So . . ." she said, "how do we . . . start?"
"I guess we just go for it," I said.
We began kissing, closing our eyes and holding one another tightly. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue against her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and our tongues began to rub against one another. My tongue was in her mouth and her tongue was in mind. Saliva escaped both of our lips, but neither cared.
I grabbed Rebecca by the waist as I rolled on to my back, easily pulling her on top of me. She straddled my waist, leaning down over me without ever breaking the passionate French kiss. I moved my hands down to the seat of her pajama pants, feeling the firm round globes of her ass. Finally, she broke the kiss, lifting her head as a small string of drool fell from her lips into my mouth.
She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began bunching it up. I sat up quickly and raised my arms, allowing her to pull it off over my head. She pushed me back down and began kissing my neck, licking and sucking one spot before moving to the next. My neck became my shoulder and then my chest. She dragged her tongue from my sternum to my right nipple and sucked on it for a moment before moving back across my chest to the left. She bit my nipple and my body surged slightly as the wonderful pain spread out through my body.
"Are you OK?" she asked softly.
"Keep going," I answered quickly.
She returned her face to my chest and continued biting and sucking my nipples. My body writhed and I strained not to cry out, lest I draw attention to our room or make Rebecca think she'd hurt me again. Sadly, she proceeded down my body, kissing my stomach. I took her hand and placed it over my chest, allowing her to squeeze my nipples as she kissed my torso.
By the time she reached the elastic band of my boxer shorts, I had a raging erection. My cock bulged through the fabric of my underwear and I felt a little embarrassed for a moment. But she seemed to be flattered by it. Hesitantly, she reached out, and rubbed the tip of my cock with the palm of her hand, making a concentric circle. It felt amazing, and even more amazing because I knew it was the first time she had ever touched a penis before.
She pushed my knees apart, causing me to spread my legs. On her hands and knees between my feet, she leaned down, and kissed me gently through the cloth. She then proceeded to kiss me up and down my shaft, only hinting at how wonderful this would feel without the material in between us. I could feel her frenzy building as she stopped kissing, and began licking my shift, pausing at the top each time to take my head in her mouth. My underwear was covered in spit but I didn't care. A bomb could have gone off and I wouldn't have cared.
She giggled.
"What?" I said. This was a bad sigh.
"You're peeking out," she said.
I felt her finger go into the gap between my thigh and the leg of my shorts. Her finger tickled my scrotum. Closing her eyes, she put her face against my leg, and buried her face in my shorts. I felt her tongue gently flick against my sack, then her lips pinch a flap of skin, tug at it, and then release it.
"You're killing me," I said.
"You want me to let him loose?" she asked with a smile.
"God yes . . ." was my response.
She grabbed the elastic band and slowly pulled my underwear off. My dick popped out, standing at its full height. Rebecca tossed the underwear on the floor and then stopped as she turned back and finally saw my cock and my balls in all their glory.
She took my long, thick shaft in her small hand. I could tell by her expression that she was marveling at the size of it and that gave me some confidence. She began to slowly stroke it up and down, getting a feel for the unfamiliar organ. A gob of precum had appeared on the very tip and she smeared it across my head with a finger.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, she worked up the nerve and opened her mouth wide.
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