Claire: first time with Tanner

I haven’t been this nervous before sex since my first time, whichever one counts: Mark’s failed vaginal attempt or his successful anal entry, Ramya with the Outlaw, or the redo with Mark’s big one.

I’m not even sure sex is happening tonight. But the signs are there. Tanner is cooking for me, a first for us. We’ve dated plenty, made out, he’s felt me up. He hasn't asked if I’m experienced.

His apartment seals it: cozy, modern, high-rise with spectacular views. Great meal and wine, and my pussy is wet before he touches me.

Dinner winds down. He takes my hand and asks if I'm ready for sex.

"Yes. You've been very patient."

“I thought this might be real,” he says. “I didn’t want to rush.”

Bedroom. So much kissing, endless and perfect. My clothes peel off slow. He worships every inch as it is revealed. His shirt comes off, and he's fit with abs showing. I tug at his pants and grin. They come down, and he's rock hard and slim.

My panties are last. I warned him about my big lips; he promised he’d love them. He goes down with hunger, suckling them like treasure. He's very good at this, and I come twice before he thinks about his own need.

He rolls on protection and enters slow, fitting easily, maybe too easily. I’m loose around him after so many indiscretions, but the kissing and eye contact is like nothing I've had. I care for him so much and want to give myself fully to him. This is making love. This is what I've been missing.

We take our time. Slow builds to faster. We're great together at first, but eventually it becomes impossible to deny the compatibility problem down there. I miss the sensations of true fullness, the tingly stretch that gets me to orgasm without trying. In turn, my pussy is unable to grip him enough to stimulate him to reach orgasm. I contract my strong muscles around him, but I barely close the gap. There's barely any friction, like the sensations are dulled.

Big Black Cock isn't just my past, it's a part of me now, forever robbing me of the tightness I need to please the man I love. He will never be enough.

I focus on the important, that I am falling for this man. I come again rubbing my clit while he fucks me, our mental bond pushing me over.

Now it's his turn, and I want so bad to please him. "Fuck me, Tanner," I groan. I straighten my legs, grip his thighs, press down to gain some tightness. I run my hands along his back, down to the top of his crack.

Tanner adjusts, pushing down and in with a skilled grind, hitting his cock where he needs it. My finger slides down the crack, threatening a backdoor entry. I don't make it to his hole before he finishes. Tanner has come home, and he erupts finally.

We lie sweaty, holding hands, kissing softly.

Pillow talk turns serious. He asks me to be his girlfriend. This is the moment I have been waiting for, and my heart soars. It's an overwhelming yes for me.

But the guilt is too much. Things that should remain unsaid spill out. “Tanner, wait. I want this more than anything. But…”

“What?”

“I have a past. Do you want to know?”

"Yes,” he says, matter-of-fact.

"Okay," I say. "I don't need to know about yours. You're a handsome, studly Marine, you'll just make me jealous."

He just smiles and waits.

"I was still a virgin when we met, right after I moved here. I feel that might be what you're looking for and expect, and I owe you the truth. I lost my virginity and started having a lot of casual sex. It was a way to come out of my shell socially, to grow at work, I don't know. Tanner, my body count is 16." I pause, let it sink in, but he doesn't look surprised. "Shit. Seventeen now," I add with a nervous laugh, and at least I get a chuckle out of Tanner. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being a slut instead of the innocent church girl you deserve." He starts to shake his head no, and my words tumble out. "It didn't mean anything, it was learning. Tonight was by far the best I've had. What we just did means so much to me. I've been exclusive since our second date, and I promise I've always used a condom. But if you were to judge me for this and move on... It would break my heart, but I think it would be fair."

He chuckles, and he's still holding my hand. “Is that all?”

“Yeah. Well... Sort of. One was a black guy. That became a no-strings regular thing. He has a really large penis and that’s why things are... different down there now. He wrecked me. I think I'll tighten back up some for you eventually, but..."

Tanner's face is red. But he hardens again, his cock twitching against my thigh. He stares at my pussy, strokes his cock, then meets my eyes. "Are you willing to be exclusive as we continue to get to know each other, see how far we're going to take this."

"Of course! I want that more than anything."

"Then let's do it."

My heart fills with joy. “Tanner… I started the pill. I think you should still pull out, but if you want no condom this time, I’d love to feel you inside me, with nothing between us. I've never felt that.”

Everything is so much better the second time. Skin on skin, heightened sensations, and he climaxes all over my belly after I come.