Our first and only time together...

The soft interior of Grace’s apartment is well-decorated with Christmas cheer: nutcrackers, colored glass balls inside a bowl, lit candles, lights, and so on. Grace was one of the many people with a record player, and she walks over to it and starts playing quiet music. It’s probably Christmas-themed; this was her favorite holiday, and you remember getting her a variety of vinyls throughout the years. It’s a piano; you can hear that much at the volume she sets it at.

Grace takes your hand and leads you to the living room window beside her empty tree. Below, the area you’ve lived in is lightened with festive colors: warm whites, multi-colored trees, and electric deer. The contrast of the empty field to this was stark and much more romantic.

You look at Grace and find her more alluring. You give her a small smile, and she returns one. She cocks her head and hugs you. “One night… We have to make this special, don’t we?”

You’re about to say she deserves more than one night but stop yourself from foiling your planned departure, so you just sigh and squeeze her. “Very special.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. Desperate to retain this moment’s intimacy, Grace presses her lips to yours again and kisses you deeply, still in your arms. You hold her, and she wraps her arms around you.

The kiss lasts an eternity, so you find yourself almost dazed when she pulls away to lead you to the couch. When you open your eyes, you find yourself in her humble abode's same, unchanged environment. She sits you down and straddles your lap, renewing the kiss with more intent. There’s tongue, there’s moaning… She touches your collar and begins to undo your buttons.

“Whenever you’re in trouble or homesick,” she whispers close to your lips, “I want you to remember this moment.”

Your hands hold the small of her waist as you feel the tickle of her fingers brushing against your buttons. You watch awkwardly for a few seconds and then decide you should be undressing her, too. “I want you to remember this for as long as you’re alive,” you chuckle slightly, now seeing her in a different light. Has Grace always been this flirtatious and lewd?

Grace chuckles, her eyes drifting to your chest and then to your face, taking you all in. “I’ve always found you really handsome, Warren, but I never thought I’d see you like this on my couch.”

You remove her top, exposing her torso, hugged by a white bra. She purrs and cocks an eyebrow as you voice your remarks. “I was thinking something similar about you.”

“Is that good?” She steps off and starts working on your pants—the belt, buckle, and so on. “Am I wife material?”

“Definitely,” you say quietly, watching as she unzips your pants and pulls down on your waistband.

She throws your pants beside the couch and reaches for the waistband of her clothes, too. She strips down and steps out of her clothes, leaving herself half-naked in the center of her living room. “I hope I get to attract another man like you then,” she comments, almost probingly. Maybe she is aiming to make you jealous or possessive of her.

It works… But not enough to make you want to stay. She’d probably find someone better or just as good for her… You don’t like that idea either, but you don’t let the thought spread and make you soft.

You stand up and move around her, hugging and kissing again while you reach around her back and unclasp her bra with one hand. The lack of effort in the gesture makes her purr. “You got the moves,” she praises, pulling not even an inch away from your lips as she pulls down your underwear far enough for gravity to do the rest of the work.

Your hands do the same amount of work as hers when it comes to her panties, and you both hold each other as you step out of them. You step back and examine your naked bodies in the soft glow of her living room. She smiles and looks up at you. “Perfect.”

“So are you.”

“Thanks,” Grace murmurs, pushing you back down again. She lies next to you and renews the kiss. It’s hotter now, and it feels less innocent than it had. Good God, it feels good, and your mind is reeling in this moment's intensity with Grace. You were not a virgin, but at this moment, it feels like you are.

Grace grabs your penis from the base and starts softly stroking you, working the shaft with a slow and steady pace, moving to the tip, where she lightly twists around the sensitive head of your cock. Your tongues tangle around each other; the smooth rolling motions are enticing for both members of this party, and it prompts Grace to stroke your penis faster.

When she pulls away, she spits on her hand while looking at you. She rests her hand against your shoulder and stares up at you as her wet hand continues to stroke. “This is better than I ever thought, baby…”

You look at her. You are speechless. You are pink.

“Touch me, too,” Grace licks her lips, spreading her legs and grabbing your hand with her other. “Please touch me, too.”

There’s a twitch from your fingers. She’s alarmingly wet and even smoother than you thought possible. Using your index and middle fingers only, you start gently rubbing her bud and slit all at once.

“Warren,” Grace whimpers. “Right there, baby… Your fingers feel so good…”

Feeling urgency, you work your fingers faster, applying pressure as the same two fingers get coated in her translucent fluids. There’s a growing intensity in your motions, and she mirrors this effect, increasing the speed that stimulates your throbbing cock, trapped between her fingers and palm.

“Faster,” you break in a hiss. “Jerk me faster.”

“I will,” she murmurs. “But only if you pet me faster.”

You apply your pinky and ring finger, rubbing her pussy faster as it drools onto the cushions. “Like that?”

“Just like that~!” she whispers. “Baby! Just like that!”

The sloppy wetness of your fingers working her over is palpable in pauses of the quiet music playing. Your eyes are fixated and focused, watching her eyes speak her emotions twice as much as her moaning and trembling. Your fingers are covered and soon sticky with her lust for you.

Meanwhile, precum seeps from your cock head to her palm and is spread up and down your shaft as you share heated air. Your hips, just like Grace’s, hump each other's hands. She adjusts her grip. You feel her fingers roll up and down your length before she leaves your mouth.

“I’m ready for more,” she gasps, her eyes exploring where all the action is. Her hand on you, your hand on her. “Are you?”

“Of course,” you retract your hand and grab her. She happily straddles you and kisses the crook of your neck while letting out a small giggle. “You want me to ride you?”

“Do you not?”

Grace shakes her head. “I would rather be on my back looking up at you.”

“I can do that.”

“Can you?”

“Yes,” you push her back to the cushions while placing one of the pillows from the couch under her lower back. You spread her legs and then her lips with your fingers as you peer into her glistening slit, literally dripping with anticipation from the foreplay. Grace bites her lower lip as she watches you unintentionally tease her lips.

“This is my first time,” she whispers. “I was saving myself for…” she trails off, stopping herself from saying “marriage,” so she decides to say “you” instead.

A tinge of guilt comes over you as your brain suddenly recalls your fling from the same year during summer at a work party, which everyone knew about. As you look at Grace’s burning expression, you wonder how much it hurt her when she heard about it. You wonder how much you’re hurting her now with your departure…

Any hints at true love or words beyond intimacy seem impersonal and inconsiderate. You gnaw softly on your lower lip as you guide the head of your cock between her puffy lips and press gently inside her. Her saliva mingles with her pussy’s honey. Tightness, unfamiliar to you, absorbs your cock and massages you at every angle. You curse as your head reels with new pleasure.

Grace tenses, and she sighs sharply, her voice cracking with bliss as she whispers your name through a horny gasp. You work in slowly, letting her feel every passing inch. Her hand reaches for yours and squeezes it, still murmuring and squirming beneath you, but she does nothing to push you away or stop you. Through her moaning, she beckons for you to do more… much more.

Another inch… Another inch… Another inch!

You’ve never heard Grace make these noises before, and for a moment, you hesitate and slow your roll. You let her pant and huff, her eyes swimming in tears as she stares at you. “Thank you… Thank you…”

“Can you take it?”

“It hurts,” she laughs. “But I I like it.”

You lean in and brush her back. The shadows of your bodies are joined, covering the deeds of your actions, but you feel her dripping around you as her tunnel throbs. She nods again, signaling you to continue. “You can go on,” she whispers.

Inching inside her, she spreads her legs, inviting you to dive into her honey pot. Every inch you give her is coated in her brand of lubrication, which makes this moment more intimate than it already was.

She bleeds in the shadows as she coils under you, whimpering and gasping, eyes closed, focused on the pain being replaced by pleasure as her virginity is broken by her biggest crush, her friend—who she thought was going to be her future husband. It’s better than she thought it would be, and now she isn’t sure how she will retain her sanity when you finally leave.

“More,” Grace whispers. “I’m ready for more.”

Your hand grips her tummy and then slides to her waist as the other hand is squeezed by her smaller one. You ask if she’s sure, and she giggles, finally opening her eyes to peer at you. The tears trailing down her eyelids make her face sparkle like the sweat dotting her forehead. “Yes, I’m sure… I want you, baby… I’ve always wanted you…”

The words have more of an effect than you thought possible. You inhale sharply and start moving your hips back and forth at a steady rate. She gasps, her eyes flaring up in delight as she feels another inch drive inside to stretch her. “Fuck, baby… You’re making me go crazy with that dick!”

“You’re making my head spin, too,” you gasp in reply. “Oh, God… Fuck… Grace, you’re so tight.”

She closes her eyes, arching her back and displaying her body. The colors of the decorations bathe her pert chest in fantastic colors. Her nipples cast little shadows down her tummy, down to her belly button, as she rocks her body along with your increasing movements. It’s bliss… It’s romantic… You’re sure this is real love. And now that you’re going down on her, you aren’t sure if you can stop for even a moment.

Your hips go in and then pull out. The sounds of her wet pussy closing around you make your throat close up. Grace places a hand on your chest. “I’m going to cum,” she says in a pitched tone. “I’m going to cum for the first time because of you.”

Her announcement makes your face heat up with embarrassment. For some reason, despite everything that’s happened, the concept of seeing your childhood friend ride her first orgasm makes you blush. “I’ve got you,” you say, squeezing her hand.

“I know,” she sighs, closing her eyes before she rides your cock harder beneath you, following your pace perfectly as her mouth opens in a silent scream.

And… there… it… is… Grace’s first orgasm. Christ. She’s beautiful in her agony. You sweat and bite your lip as you listen to her moan your name again and again as her body shudders around you, milking your enclosed cock with more than motion. It’s too much, and your limitations are being thrashed. “I’m close,” you warn, gasping.

“Pull out,” she says, her words disappointed by her own request. “Don’t knock me up and then leave.”

You push in and then sigh… You wouldn’t have pulled out if things were different, but you do… You pull out and grab your cock, milking it over her clit. Long, perfect strands of your cum shoot out and whip her belly with warm excitement.

Grace watches, watery eyes filled with shock. “Baby…” she whispers… “I’m going to miss you so much…”