Fuck Caoimhe

“I can’t be abstinent, Caoimhe. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

“No, it’s fine,” Caoimhe says. “It’s probably for the best. So, are you still willing to have sex with me now then?”

“Are you sure?” you say.

“I don’t want to end up going to college as a virgin, and I’m not going to get another chance to sleep with someone here.”

“OK, let’s do it,” you say.

“Just… being gentle,” Caoimhe says.

You scoot over to her, leaning in to stare at her face. She grabs the back of your head roughly, pulling you in and kissing you hard on the lips. The other hand reaches around your waist, sitting gently on your ass. Her first hand reaches down to your crotch, hurridly trying to unzip your jeans but struggling to.

“Like this,” you smile, grabbing her gently by the wrist and using her hand to unzip your pants, before you unbutton it, before returning to the warmth of her mouth.

Caoimhe’s hand pops inside your jeans, grabbing your erection through your underwear. She pulls the waistband back, your dick popping free as you feel the cold night air on it. Caoimhe’s small, soft fingertips slowly begin tracing the dick and balls, running along it.

“It’s not a work of art,” you say. “You’re sure spending a lot of time staring at it. Plus, you don’t have to be so delicate.”

Caoimhe’s hand takes hold around your shaft, gently squeezing it.

“It’s harder than I thought it’d be,” Caoimhe notes.

“Is this your first time touching one?” you ask, as she nods.

“I never got around to it, I suppose,” Caoimhe says softly.

“Have you ever been touched?” you ask, reaching down a hand to her tight-laden leg, slowly moving upwards.

“No,” Caoimhe says. “But I’d like you to.”

You nod, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling them down her legs, past the feet and throwing it aside. You reach up to the waistband of her tights, pulling those down to as Caoimhe’s breath stills. You pull them past her crotch, revealing a pair of pink and white plaid panties.

“Cute,” you say.

“I didn’t know there’d be anyone seeing them tonight,” Caoimhe notes.

You pull the tights down her legs as they finally slip off her feet, and you throw them aside atop the skirt. Being considerate, you grab the bundle of tights and skirts and gently lift up Caoimhe’s head, popping them under like a pillow. Then, you move back to her panties, grabbing the waistband as she tenses up. You gently slip them down her leg, to revealing she's completely bald down there.

“Hairless,” you remark. “Shaving for someone?”

“I don’t know,” Caoimhe says, blushing. “It just looks cleaner. Should I have kept hair down there?”

“No, I like it shaved," you smile, pulling the panties down her leg to reveal her pussy. It's quite small, a small slit with thin pink labia minora lips sticking out from her pussy lips, trembling in the cold wind.

“Oh… it’s cold,” she whimpers, as she shivers slightly.

You gently run your finger along her pussy lips, stopping to slowly rub the clit. You pull your hand back, which is wet with her pussy juices.

"I know mine's not really normal, but is it OK?" Caoimhe asks nervously.

"It's perfect," you smile.

You grab her wrist, using her hand to guide your cock to her pussy lips. She stops you, pushing back as she goes through the pockets of her skirt, pulling out the shiny foil of a condom wrapper.

"Can you use this? I'd just feel a lot safer."

"Of course," you say.

You gently tear the foil, sliding the lubricated condom out of it's passage. You push it onto the head of your dick, gently rolling it up along your dick as it squeezes on tightly.

"Better?" you ask.

"Thanks, Jack," she says.

You resume using her hand to position your dick, until the head of your dick gently presses against the slit, heat radiating off it, warming your dick as the cold air does nothing to soften your rock-hard dick.

“Ready?” you ask, as Caoimhe nods back.

You prepare yourself for penetration, planning your course of action.