1. A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 2


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: First Time, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    feeling of being wanted by someone whom I myself found amazingly attractive. It was a breaking of chains of a tight, too-small ego. It was a liberation. I had to find a way to tell her that she hadn’t made me unhappy. “No, Kristina. It was wonderful. I’m just a little… It’s just that I... You see… I’ve never…” I couldn’t get the words out that I was scared because it was my first time. I hadn’t wanted to admit to her that I was a virgin, even though I was almost certain that she had to know. But it also occurred to me that if she mistakenly thought I did have experience that I would be more likely to disappoint her, because she would have some expectation of skill. “Oh, I see,” she answered. (In retrospect I realize how kind she was being to me in pretending that she did not already know.) “Then this will be a great privilege for me, and a great responsibility, not to be taken lightly.” She paused, her hand still on mine, and she squeezed my hand gently before continuing. “Are you still sure? You would not prefer to wait for a real girlfriend in college?” My heart sank a little bit, but even as I felt the pang of disappointment that she would not be considering herself my girlfriend, the absurdity of the notion struck me. It’s not as if we could date. My parents would kill me, and probably her. And as soon as the disappointment crashed over me and washed away, elation at what we were about to do overcame me, helped along by the liberating feeling of having come clean to her ...
    about my inexperience. “I would like to stay,” I answered simply, looking at her in those deep green eyes. “Then there are a few things we must discuss, and agree on before we go on. It may be a little too late, since we have already been intimate in a different way. I suppose I did not plan that as well as I should have, but I could not resist, as you looked so perfect without your clothes. “You cannot tell anyone about what we shall do this afternoon. I know you will certainly not tell your mother or father. But you must not boast to your friends either. Secrets that are shared have a habit of getting out. “And I imagine you probably think that this concern of mine is to protect me, but it is more for your benefit. The consequences for me would be embarrassing, for at least a little while.” At this she looked a bit pained, but she continued, “But they would be worse for you, I think. So I must ask. Do you think you can keep this secret if we make love?” I nodded eagerly. I had no intention of telling anyone. Even my best friends. In part because they would have thought I was full of shit, but because this just seemed… private. Her smile in reply was full of warmth, and she said with the closest expression she had to a giggle, “Then I think it is time for you to call your parents.” “What?! Why?!” My heart did its roller coaster routine again, crashing into a confused disappointment. “No, you silly boy, not to tell them anything about us. But I think even the most difficult ...