Learning the pleasure of foreplay

I put on a nice blouse and skirt, and waited anxiously in my living room. What if Liam refused my advances? What if he already had a girlfriend, or was into guys instead? After all, there was no way such a good-looking and well-mannered guy hadn't caught the eye of the many slutty, yet beautiful girls around campus that would sleep with anything with a pulse.

I looked at my phone once more. 5:34pm. He was late. He hadn't left any text either. What if he simply didn't show up?

But my worries were immediately put to bed as I heard a knock at the door. I skipped through the living room and opened the door to find Liam with an apologetic look on his face. "Come on in!", I invited.

"Sorry for being late, my phone died at work and I had to run home to pick up my charger. I hope I didn't make you worry."

"Oh no no, don't worry about it, I was reading through my notes in the meantime", I replied, trying my best to hide my nerves, as I lead him to the dining table where some of our class textbooks laid open.

"Well, shall we get started?", he asked.

I knew I wasn't very smart. I wouldn't have the need to cheat otherwise. But studying with Liam showed me just how far behind I really was in my understanding of software. It took a half hour to answer the first part of question 2, and there were 6 parts. Although to my defence, the assignment wasn't my priority at all.

My real goal was to seduce Liam. I sat next to him on a rectangular table, leaned way too close and kept rubbing my leg up against his and grazing him with my tits wherever I could. But there was no reaction. It was unlikely that he hadn't realize my advances, which meant that he was most probably ignoring them for whatever reason.

It was a miracle that he didn't give up on me then, but I couldn't continue and broke. "I'm sorry," I confessed, "I didn't bring you here to help me with homework. I've already submitted this assignment, I need your help with something else."

He was genuinely confused, "What do you mean?"

I squirmed a bit, "Well, you see... I kinda..." I sighed, "I lost a bet, and in two weeks I've got to have sex with the guy I lost to. No, I don't want to talk about the bet." I replied to his opening mouth, "And no, backing out isn't an option."

I sighed again, "Would you have sex with me first? I don't want to have that loser be the one to take my virginity."

Liam was trying not to gape. "Of course! I'd be happy to!" His mind was visibly struggling to catch up with what was happening.

"Great!" I exalted, "I was trying to be seductive, but I guess I have never tried to seduce a guy before, I'm usually busier trying to chase them off or to run away."

Having finally revealed my real intentions, I took his hand and shyly lead him to my bedroom. But once in the room, I stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do next. "Have you ever.... you've had sex before, right?" I asked peering at him inquisitively.

"Yes, but not in a while," he admitted, "I had a girlfriend in high school and we regularly had sex, but since we broke up, I haven't done anything sexual, except now I guess with you."

"How does this usually go?" I asked, shyly, "I am sorry I am bad at this, I just...." I shrugged, "Could you help me?"

He chuckled at my awkwardness. "Well, my girlfriend liked to strip me naked, then kinda do a sexy strip for me and laugh as my erection twitched. But sometimes she'd just strip, climb in bed and tell me to make her feel good. My buddy said his girl liked to make him undress her. So however you want to do it is probably fairly normal."

"Well, I don't know how to strip 'sexily' so I'll strip, and you strip... then can I touch your thing? I've never seen a real one before." I asked honestly.

"Sure," he told me, "having a sexy girl play with your dick usually feels pretty good." I blushed at his comment. Even though I had never planned to sleep with a guy so soon, I was glad that it would be with Liam who just seemed like a real gentleman.

He stripped much faster than me, and sat on the bed as he watched me remove my bra and panties. By now, I could feel myself blushing profusely, half-heartedly covering my breasts and keeping my legs tight together, but he reassured me, "You look fabulous."

"Thanks." I said, sitting beside him. Relaxing a little bit, but still obviously uncomfortable.

Liam laid back, causing his dick to stand almost straight up. I gazed down at his erect cock. I'd seen pictures. Like any girl I'd been curious, but this was the first real cock I'd actually seen. The first I'd seen close up.

The sight was riveting.

Sensing my hesitation, his hand took mine, guided it to his erect pole. My fingers touched him there for the first time, grasped him gently, shockingly hot and hard, silk over a thick steely core.

I shivered at the feel of him, so solid and so hard under my fingers, so strange, so exciting. And, with all that the feel of his rigid length under my fingers implied, threatening. I knew where it would end up and it frightened me. Terrified me. Excited me. He felt so big, so big and hard.

"It's so big..." I breathed, a mixture of fear and excitement in my voice as I rubbed the tip with my finger.

He jumped a little, and I looked at him concerned, "Did that hurt?"

He laughed, "It doesn't hurt but it is really sensitive, especially when it is erect like this. If you do too much to the top like that, I'll probably cum on your hand and then we'll have to wait for me to get hard again before we can do anything."

Taking his advice, I lowered my fingers to touch his shaft, "I can't believe I'm doing this..." I breathed.

"Here," he said shifting so the center of the bed was all mine, "Let me show you how good this can be." and he patted the spot he'd just been warming on my bed.

Relieved that I didn't have to take the lead anymore, I laid down.

"Just to be sure, is there anything you don't want me to do?", he asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Well, the guy I lost the bet to isn't going to give me that option..." I muttered as I rubbed my butt, "Just be gentle and explain what you are doing.... Okay?"

He smiled and laid down beside me, supporting himself with his left hand and got really close to me, "So the first thing I am going to do is I am going to kiss you, and I will probably do that a lot", he told me lightly, before taking my chin in his hand. "Then I am going to start touching you, starting with your neck," his hand drift down toward my neck, "then your breasts, your stomach, your legs, and finally, your vagina."

I was starting to tremble, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. "I will then start to lick and suck on your beautiful breasts and nipples, and see about finding what parts of your vagina really feels good for you, and hopefully around then, you'll get your first orgasm, assuming I do this right."

My breathing was getting heavy, and I blushed again as I smelled the musky odor of my vaginal fluids start to fill the room.

"Then, I'll keep going, I like giving a couple of orgasms to my girl before actually making love to her," he said, bringing his face close, "Because once we start making love, it will only be a few minutes tops, and I want you to remember this."

"Fuck." I breathed, "I guess I got lucky", I chuckled.

Without wasting any more time, his lips touched mine, brushed them lightly. A jolt of pure excitement surged inside me as his lips brushed my own again, pressing more firmly against mine as his hand on my chin held my face in place. His tongue pressed against my lips. His mouth seemed to want mine to open.

My lips parted tentatively. His tongue somehow slipped between them, slipped into my mouth as it opened wider, brushing my teeth, brushing my tongue.

His kiss wasn't at all what I thought it would be. I liked the taste of him. I liked the feel of his tongue inside my mouth. He wasn't sloppy and wet either. Before I knew it, my mouth was wide open, his lips meshed firmly against mine, his tongue probing deep inside my mouth.

I realized I was enjoying this. Even though I had never done it before, my arms instinctively slid around Liam's neck as our kiss went on and on. My hand brushed across his neck, my fingers stroking across his skin, feeling the solid muscles, the thickness of his neck, the solid strength of his shoulders. Just the feel of him under my fingers drew a breathless little moan of pleasure from me, a moan that filled his mouth. I hadn't meant it to be, but Liam definitely took that as encouragement to do more than kiss me.

Like he said, his hand began wandering down my neck to my breasts. My eyes widened. Never had I let anyone touched me there before. The hesitation lasted only momentarily. His hand moved on my breast, caressing, exploring; sending little rockets of pleasure shooting through my body. It was okay, I told myself, it was okay for him to touch me like this.

"Oooohhhh." I moaned again into his mouth as a thumb ran lightly across my nipple that I now realized was swollen and achingly hard. The feel of his hand on my naked skin generated a shocked excitement, an intimate invasion that was as unexpected as it was enthralling.

After a few minutes of kissing and alternating between my breasts, Liam finally broke the kiss to catch his breath and made direct eye contact with me. The burning flush spread from my cheeks down my neck as he lifted his mouth from mine to look down at my nakedly exposed breasts.

My first reaction was to cover myself with my free hand, a jerky movement that his hand intercepted, taking my hand, holding it in his as his eyes examined me. I felt that burning flush spread downwards from my neck, over my chest, across both my breasts, my nipples engorging even further, jutting outwards, swollen to a size that seemed enormous to me.

I watched him looking at me, watched him looking at my breasts as I laid underneath him. His hand left mine, cupped one naked breast, caught one swollen nipple between a thumb and finger and squeezed it lightly. At the same time, his head lowered and he engulfed my other breast with his mouth and licked it with his tongue, licked at my swollen nipple.

"Oooohhhhh." I forgot the words of rejection I'd been planning on. I forgot the shame I was feeling. I forgot the intent to cover myself with my own hand. Instead, my back arched, my eyes opened wide, and I moaned out loud. It wasn't just ripples of sensation that washed through me, it was waves. I pushed my breast hard into his mouth while his hand continued to gently tease and tug at the other nipple that it held so firmly. That it seemed to know how to handle so well.

"Nnnoooohhh ... ooohhh ... ooohh." My protest turned into a prolonged moan as his tongue swirled across and around my nipple and over my skin. It took me some time to realize my hand was resting on Liam's head and I was stroking his hair, almost absent-mindedly, unable to think a coherent thought.

My body was on fire, burning with the excitement I felt. My hand somehow seemed detached from me, alive with excitement, alive with scared anticipation, doing what it was doing of its own accord, not under any conscious command of mine. Shivering, I arched my back a little more, pushing my breast at Liam's mouth.

He took that as a cue to move things forward. His mouth stayed on my breast, but his hand began rubbing down my stomach. I shivered as I felt his hand caress my tummy, over my pelvis, tantalizingly close to my yearning sex, and down my left leg, massaging the inside of my thigh. I instictively spread my legs to allow the pleasing hand to do what it needed to.

I took a sharp inhale as his hand switched from caressing down my left leg to feeling up my right leg, working upwards until it touched me at the juncture of my thighs.

"Ooohhhhhh." I shivered and moaned out loud, the combination of his mouth on my breast and his hand caressing me at the most sensitive part of my body sending a new wave of excitement and pleasure rushing through me. My body felt hot everywhere, sensitive and tinglingly aware of every caress, every touch. I was acutely aware of that heated liquid pleasure centered at that part of me that his fingers brushed.

I wanted him to continue and at the same time I was afraid of letting him go on, afraid of what might happen, the fear and the pleasure mingling in an exquisite combination that held me helpless. It was only a matter of time before one of his fingers probed inwards, pressing between slippery labial lips which parted easily for it, finding my entrance, probing, pushing and then very gently entering me.

My mouth opened wide, my legs spreading themselves further apart seemingly of their own accord. Waves of sensation roiled my body as his fingertip eased its way inside me. His lips abandoned my breast to once more find my mouth, to kiss me again. Now I kissed him back eagerly, moaning softly into his mouth as his finger delicately probed my pussy, deeper and deeper inwards, each touch one of exquisite pleasure, each touch a new and shockingly intimate experience.

It only took a moment before my legs started thrashing and I grabbed handfuls of my sheets as I moaned and gasped. My first orgasm of the night. Stars filling my vision. A long, prolonged moan escaping my lips. I moved one hand down to rest on his, with the idea of holding it in place to let me catch my breath, but my feeble hand could only feel the muscles move as his finger explored me, with my other hand brushing his hair as he once more suckled at my breasts. It felt good. Really really good.

"You're beautiful," Liam whispered, looking down at my fully-naked body, finally giving me time to breathe. "I can't wait anymore. I want you, no, I NEED you, Olivia. Are you ready?"