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Dirty Little Secrets 4: First Time

Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

to you?” “No,” Catherine says and my heart sinks for a split second before she says, “But you may have your wicked way with me.” I feel foolish. What was I thinking? ‘Make love?’ What’s love got to do with any of this? But more than anything I feel afraid. So far in all of this, I haven’t really had to take the initiative; Catherine’s done all the performing, called all the shots, decided what is done and when. Now my inexperience is about to reveal itself. When I say inexperience, I mean inexperience. I’m embarrassed to tell you, but Catherine is the closest I’ve ever come to actually being with a woman. For someone who’s 20 going on 21, that’s just pathetic, isn’t it? I don’t know what it is about me. I have plenty of female friends. In fact I find it easier making friends with women than with men, but the women I fancy, like Trish, never seem to fancy me back. There’s been the odd kiss and fumble, but never anything more. Part of me tells me I’m being silly. Catherine’s just more or less hinted that I can do pretty much anything I like. But I’m also terrified. It’s an open goal, and I’m terrified I’m going to blast the ball over the bar from two yards out. Fortunately, Catherine doesn’t seem to mind that I’m suddenly struck dumb, and it’s only ten more minutes to the house. From where I’m reclining I can’t see much, but I know roughly where we are. Catherine giggles as she turns into the driveway and operates the remote control for the garage door to open. “Wouldn’t ... tongues just wag if they saw me coming home with a toy boy,” she says. A toy boy? Is that what I am? But I like the sound of it. “Maybe they’d be jealous,” I suggest. This makes Catherine laugh. “If they knew, they’d probably all want one,” she says. I’m not sure if she’s being serious or just having a little joke, but the thought of other horny women on the street who wouldn’t be averse to a little extramarital sex intrigues me. It’s like stepping into a world where fantasy turns out to be the norm. With disbelief buzzing round my head, I tell Catherine, “You’re a dream come true.” Catherine smiles and gives me a peck on the cheek before opening the door. “Then you must tell me what you’ve always dreamed of,” she says. This sets my nerves off again as I follow her through into the house. What have I dreamed of? Most things, I suppose. Being single and frustrated, I’ve watched a bit of porn, but everyone knows what you see there isn’t real, don’t they? That women don’t actually do a lot of the stuff you see; not in real life. But having seen Catherine in action, I’m not so sure any more. I don’t want to scare her by suggesting something outlandish, but nor do I want her to think I’m so dull she breaks off our… whatever it is. I don’t want to get too forward by just grabbing her and behaving like a complete Neanderthal, but at the moment I’m being so hesitant I run the risk of her thinking I’m not the man she hopes I am. “Have a seat,” Catherine tells me once we’re in the kitchen. ...