Jane has prepared a nice dinner

You open the door to the delicious smell of rotisserie chicken, herb-roasted vegetables, and homemade dinner rolls. Jane has made this meal once before early on in the relationship when she wanted to impress you. You can remember that day well because it's the first time the two of you had sex. The memory floods back...

"How did you like it?" The much shyer past version of your girlfriend asks. You're both standing in the kitchen after the meal as you're opening a bottle of champagne. She's wearing a pretty, modest sundress, slippers, and a turquoise stone necklace.

"It's amazing! I didn't know you could cook so well!" You exclaim.

"I used to help my mom cook dinner for our family, she taught me everything. If you think I can cook, you gotta try her cooking. It's so much better than mine."

"I'd love to taste your mom's breasts," You blurt out with a cheeky smile.

She blushes hard and hits your arm playfully. Your jerking away from her attack causes you to pop the cork right at your forehead, the pressure in the bottle propelling it with great velocity. It bounces off, hurting some, but not enough to form a deep bruise, just a small lump. The surprise of the impact causes you to forget to pour, and champagne suds rush out of the bottle and all over your clothes. You end up with two glasses of wine and the rest of the bottle soaked into your clothes.

The whole time Jane is laughing hysterically. When you finally finish she grabs a glass.

"You deserved that!" she says with a wide smile before she takes a sip.

"Fair enough," you agree as you join her in tasting the wine. You both finish the drinks and start feeling uncomfortably sticky.

"We should probably throw those in the wash," she points out.

"If you don't mind. And I'd like to rinse off as well."

"Of course," she grins.

You strip in the bathroom and exchange your dirty clothes through a crack in the door for a towel Jane brought. After rinsing off you wrap the towel around your waist and realize that you don't have anything else to cover up with. You walk out into the hallway. You find Jane sitting on her bed. She looks nervous and flushed. She tries to avoid her gaze but keeps looking back at your chest and the towel.

"I don't have anything to wear I guess."

"I guess you don't have to wear anything if you don't want to," she says softly.

You take the hint and approach her, offering a hand to help her stand. When she stands you turn her around so that you're standing against her back. You drop the towel and press your nude body against her. Your swelling cock presses hard against her ass in a way that she cannot mistake it for anything else. You reach around and grab her head by the chin, turning it and pulling it back so your mouth is against her ear.

You whisper, "If I'm not going to wear anything, you have to join me." Jane gasps as the words send a shiver through her body.

You unzip the dress and slowly slide the material off her shoulders and off her body. You're surprised to see that her bra and panties have already been removed.

"You've already prepared for me, good girl," you whisper into her ear.

Your hands each around her body and cup her breasts, slowly and softly massaging them. She softly coos at the touch. Your hands explore more of her body from behind--her tummy, her hips, her ass cheeks, and finally her mons, which you discover to be shaven bare.

You lay her on the bed on her back and crawl on top of her. You spread her legs and kneel between them. For the first time she is offered a glimpse of your cock. When she sees it she gasps.

"Please be gentle, it looks big."

You know your cock is about average in length and width, but the complement is nice either way. You spread the lips of her pussy to get a good look inside. It's so wet you know you'll have little challenge sliding in, but when you look closer you see something you've never seen before.

"Are you a virgin?"

She bashfully nods in the affirmative.

You crawl back up her body and give her a deep passionate kiss. She returns the kiss with as much passion. You draw back and tell her, "I'm going to take your virginity now."

"Please," she moans.

You put her legs on your shoulders and begin gliding the head of your cock up and down her slippery slit. Once it is fully lubricated you position it at the entrance. You try to push forward but encounter more resistance than you're used to. You can see her teeth clinch in pain. You pull out and push back gently. You keep doing shallow thrusts as you slowly stretch her hymen. Her hand squeezes your arm when the pain gets high, letting you know when to pull back. Eventually you work your head in past the entrance. With one slow, final thrust, you slide the entirety of your length deep into her tight, virgin pussy.

You share another passionate kiss as your bodies connect. You begin trying to thrust inside of her but she's so fucking tight that you don't last long. On the fifth thrust you slam deep inside and begin pumping cum deep inside of her for the first time. Fortunately, the sensation of feeling ropes of cum splashing against her cervix is enough to push Jane over the edge. Her hips desperately jerk up, over and over again, as she clings hard to you screaming, "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!..."

The sounds of the shy virgin Jane cumming on her first cock played back in your mind as you return to the present and walk into your kitchen.