Virginity reclaimed and lost again.

Kara wanted more than just rewriting her negative experiences with sex and intimacy. She wanted to be declared virgin again, to then lose it anew to me. Not sure how that would work, at least the first part of it, the second part I could imagine, thank you very much.

Then again, in the reclaiming part of her virginity, we were told, men had no access to the ritual the women had thought of. We were told to back off. We were more than happy to leave them to it. Women, a mystery that cannot be solved. We were all thinking it as Tom and I gathered around the fire in the hut.

We barely had outside contact with the villages around us, but Tom had met a girl in one of those villages. It should have been reason to celebrate in my opinion, but other than some sober felicitations he didn’t want. He wouldn’t compromise our cave dwellings, just place a tent as cover in the area his new girlfriend lived. It seemed it was no coincidence we moved to this area, Tom met her on one of his day long hunting trips.

“At least you caught something worthy on those trips then,” not in the least minding his previous preference for this area to settle in and keeping quiet about it before. Didier didn’t mind to be alone for a while longer. Having lost so many friends in his first section, then in this section, I thought he would need a much longer time to figure out things. He still went out on long ‘hunting’ trips, coming back without something to eat. He just brought himself back, I guess, which for me was reason enough to be happy about every time he returned. Which I told him, before he left this evening. He smiled at that. This evening Tom would leave soon too, already having said his goodbyes to the others, for a night with his new girlfriend. After another hour at the fire, he left and wished me success with Kara, grinning at me.

Whatever the ritual was, I saw no signs of it, when Kate and Kylie ushered me into our new dwelling, told me to take my shoes off like always, before stepping on the carpet, leaving then themselves out to the still burning fire. And there I stood, nervous in a way, as I never had a one on one experience like this with any of the women. Besides the blowjob, they had always been there together, nudging me, guiding me to please them, to be pleased by them. It was an odd realization to be even more afraid now, without their support.

“Don’t look so scared,” Kara said. “They just left us to let us be alone for a while.”

“It’s what making me more nervous than before.” I replied.

“I am nervous too. But they told me to consider this as a first date. It’s okay to be nervous on a first date, isn’t it?”

“More like a third date, if I can guess your intentions right...” I mumbled.

Kara tilted her head sideways and upwards, thinking loudly:

“Hmm... perhaps more like a first, second and third date all in one. A way of speeding things up a bit.”

Then looking at straight at me again, stating:

“I am a virgin again, but it doesn’t mean I want to stay that way for too long.”

“Can’t I be a virgin again? And decide I do want to stay one for some time?”

“Don’t be silly, a man like you cannot be a virgin again. Or do you really want to forget the things you did with Kylie and Kate too?”

“Oh no, those memories I really want to keep. But do you want to forget what we already did together?”

“I have no real problem with it, as I am sure you and I will remake those memories. And besides we didn’t get to the third base yet, you and I. Or have we?”

“Technically we haven’t...”

“So, that is settled” She said in a matter of fact.

Fuck, defeated again... But damned if I want this to be so clinical, I need more, and she does too.

“Look, you have your wish, but for the sake of romance, I had hoped on a little more than just stating your commands. Can’t we pretend we just met... No... can’t we pretend we need a little more than... No... I mean... fuck...”

“I know what you mean. We can’t just simply do it. I know I rushed you into this, and I am sorry for it. I truly am. But if I hadn’t, it would have taken too long for me.” She explained, but more calmly now, trying to ease me a bit.

And with that, she took my hand, gently, as if I was really the virgin here, and guided me to sit on the cushions gathered in large piles, near the wall, on a giant thick mattress I hadn’t even seen before. Slowly, she decided to sit next to me, took my arm and let it fall upon her shoulder, embracing her.

“We can sit here for a while, calm down for a bit, just be together.” She gently said.

So we did. As I looked around, watching the candle flames, the decorated room in warm colors, I thought by myself, it was really nice to have this chance too. To have a first date, sort of, with someone you already knew loved you back. There was no reason to be afraid. I could just... kiss her right here and now. A sweet kiss, not a wild one. Those are good too, but in this situation, I would like to kiss her softly, more than once,...

I turned towards her. Almost surprised she looked at me, perhaps wondering what I wanted to say, I silently and reached my other arm towards her, stretched my index finger to place it gently on her chin, lifted it up and went for that kiss. She closed her eyes, so did I. Lips between lips, enveloping her lower lip with my lips, endlessly it seemed, then releasing it slowly.

“Wow...” She said. “That...”

I cut off her words and kissed her again. And again. Placing my hands on both her cheeks, slowly tilting her head to avoid the nose butting, I kissed her again. And again.

This is nice.

I deepened our kisses, putting my tongue between her lips. Further tilting her head. We surrendered to each other and opened our mouths wider, lips against lips, tentatively feeling out each other’s tongues. Breaking off the kisses, re-engaging them to break them off again. Eyes opening, closing again, to open again and look into each other’s eyes. She let me take the initiative each time and I was grateful for it.

This is very... nice...

Turning my body more, briefly sitting on my knees, I guided her to lay down, still with both my hands on her cheeks. She followed my guiding, she surrendered, to lay down on her back to receive another kiss and another one, deepening our exploration of each other’s mouths with our tongues. Our tongues were swirling around, slowly, gently and exchanging more and more saliva until a last kiss left the smallest, thinnest thread of it connecting us both, briefly, before it snapped and landed on our lips.

“Wow...” She whispered. “That...”

I cut off her words again by just gently placing my lips on hers, holding them there before retreating and straightening myself, sitting on my ass. I pulled off my sweater and t-shirt. Eager to follow me, she did the same, and started to unclasp her bra, before I said:

“Wait.”

She hesitated, in a brief moment of bewilderment, but then let her arms fall to her sides.

“Just wait.”

I took off my socks, undid my pants and slid out of them. I started sitting on my knees, a bit further from Kara, reached for her feet and slow but steadily took off each of her socks. I came closer, reached out again, to her pants and undid her button, zipped it open, so slowly the clicking sound of the zipper reached our ears. She realized all too well what I wanted, and when I took the fabric of her pants at her hips, she lifted herself up to allow me to slide off her pants. I folded them and lay them on the side.

She had been waiting for this moment. Anticipated for it. Longed for it. And prepared for it this evening.

“I want to look at you. You are dressed beautifully for this occasion.”

Slightly blushing, her face lit up brightly by my compliment.

She was not dressed in merely a comfy bra and panties. She wore lingerie. Her small breasts were covered in a light blue, embroidered, lace bra, semi-transparent that left open the imagination of seeing her nipples through it, but just not quite. A color matching panties, embroidered at the sides, covered her nether regions, tightly, and with her legs slightly open, a camel toe invited me to do more, but I was just not quite there.

Yet.

“You are ravishing.”

Bolder than I have ever been before, I guided her to lay on her back again. Propped up by my elbow, I looked at her from above. My eyes were drinking in her beauty and I was trying so hard to imprint this memory of her drop-dead gorgeous body into my mind for eternity.

“Truly exquisite.” I whispered.

Slowly my free hand reached out to her far cheek. Touched her there and leisurely I started to caress her cheek, neck, dropping below to her shoulder. My hand was travelling over her bra, ever so gently feeling the resistance of her stiffened nipple, at which she sighed softly. I moved my palm over it, let the nipple go, and proceeded to caress her abdomen, over her navel. Slowing down, teasing her I let my hand near her panties. She held her breath, as if waiting in anticipation, but a cute protest escaped her lips as I swiveled to her thigh.

My arm fully stretched, I rested my hand there, looked her in the eyes and said:

“Your skin is so soft...” I paused and then told her: “You are simply divine.”

Gently my hand moved upwards again and with a sigh I let my hand rest on her panties, still, not daring to move in either direction. The gravity of my hand was enough for her to inhale and exhale with mouth slightly agape, just a bit louder.

My head moved forwards, downwards. She looked at me, with eyes wide open, her breathing got faster but almost stopped when my lips reached her nearest nipple. I kissed her nipple through the fabric, kissed it again, laid myself closer to her, touching her nakedness with mine to reach her other nipple, kissing it, and kissing it again.

I let my elbow stance for what it was, the arm freed, slid under her arm, moved it upwards, above her head. I laid myself on my side, fully, with her head resting on my forearm.

Our heads turned to each other and we kissed, our bodies pressed against each other, my stomach against her side, almost upon her, but not quite. I broke off the kiss, tilted my head to look on my hand still resting on her panties. She followed my gaze with her head, her eyes, she was waiting eagerly, to see what that hand would do. Surrendering herself to my initiative. And I was grateful for it.

My hand started to act on its own, as if I had no will over it. But I had, and let it move up and down tenderly. My middle finger reached the end of her pussy, then slid along her slit to the top. She was aroused, very aroused. Her love button hidden under the soft fabric, but **** just the same.

Her breathing accelerated, she was softly panting. She was getting wet, very wet, down below as I was speeding up the movement of my hand, my middle finger tracing the groove of her camel toe, pressing deeper each time I slid alongside it. Right then, right there she almost came, her panting was telling me. But I stopped just before. She whined. She protested but failed to let the hand continue.

The hand was resting on her pubic area, just above, waiting for her breathing to become steady again. Barely she was calmed down, tentatively the middle finger creeped lower again. It briefly stopped at the hem of her panties, reached under it, lifted it up, high enough to make room for the rest of the hand. She watched in heightened anticipation, inhaled sharply, held her breath to let it all out in a deep sigh, when my hand crept under her panties, resting itself fully on her naked pussy.

And once again, the hand acted as if on its own. As before it caressed her. Up and down, my middle finger tracing her slit. Eased by her wetness, it moved fluently, no resistance at all. My middle finger was getting bolder with each caress. It pressed deeper while the mouse of the hand was ****. The rest of the hand obeyed and followed the pressing on her vagina. Upon her love button it went. Pushing it, rubbing it, not so gently as before, while the middle finger commanded the index finger to stay close to him. Shortly resting them on the rim of her perineum, then audaciously entering her, curved themselves and moved upwards again. Upwards until they could go no further, the fingertips touching her insides, touching her most sensitive spot. Straightening themselves, sliding along that wall of tissue, curving and pushing into it, dragging the rest of the hand downwards. Stretching themselves, commanding the palm to go upwards. Repeating it. Again and again, without any remorse, unrelenting, the insides were crying out their tears, wetting it even further and making it even easier to move alongside it, in her.

Her breathing was speeding up, even becoming unstable. Panting heavily, gasping at times, sighing heavily, faster and faster, until she could hold no longer, even if she wanted. She came, loud, cried, shivered all over her body, curving her spine upwards, downwards and up again. She was thrashing around but was held down by my upper arm under her neck and hand on her shoulder, goosebumps on her arms, cold and hot at the same time. Finally, she was getting calmer, quivering at times until she slumped down, her body limp.

Defeated. Almost paralyzed, but not desensitized. My fingers were still in her, the hand drenched, her panties completely wet by her violent release. I was tempted, surely tempted to recontinue. Still softly panting, she felt the moving of my fingers in her. She twitched and tried to hold them off with her free hand.

She pleaded.

“Please, no, I am too sensitive now. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”

I relented and slowly retreated my hand, out of her, from under her panties and laid them to dry on my side.

“Okay... but just because it is you.”

We lay there for a while. Silently. Until she giggled and said:

“My panties are so wet.”

“Must be uncomfortable.”

“A bit.” She whispered with a naughty smile. Twinkling eyes.

“Why don’t you take them off?” I asked her, but still holding her.

“I can’t. You’ll need to help me.”

“Are you sure you want this? Now? After...?” I asked her tenderly.

She thought about it for a while.

“Yes. I am ready. And feeling you...” She shifted her arm slightly along my bulge... “It seems you are ready for it too.”

“Perhaps it is ready. But I, on the other hand, might need extra motivation...” Looking straight into her eyes.

“Well, nothing will come of it, if we stay here like this.”

“True.” I said.

I straightened up, sat on my ass, and undid my shorts, sliding them along my legs. While I did, she did the same and more. She unclasped her bra, revealing her small breasts.

“Hey, I wanted to do that.” I protested.

“No, now it is my time to take the lead. You sit here, with your back on the cushions, against the wall. It is your time now to watch... And only to watch.”

I did as she asked. So far I had taken the initiative, but I wanted to have a power equilibrium on this night. More than ever. Something had awakened in me, I had to admit to myself, brief notions of resisting her command fleeted in my mind. But I let them go.

Perhaps. Later.

She kneeled before me, between my legs. Smoothly she reached out her hand and grabbed the base of my stiff. At first it seemed she did not know what to do with it, but then made up her mind. She didn’t tease me with her tongue. She didn’t lick it beforehand. She simply opened her mouth and took it in, her lips wrapping around the head. I realized she had no real experience with giving a teasing tantalizing blowjob.

“Take it as slowly as you want.” I assured her.

She started to suck, carefully making sure that her teeth avoided touching my penis and bobbed down and up a centimeter. Making it wet with her saliva, she lowered her head further and went up again. Ever in the same rhythm, but slowly taking it in deeper and deeper. When she took it deeper, she slowed somewhat down. She took more and more inside her mouth, until the head touched her throat. She gagged at that and took it out completely, looking at me. Insecure she seemed.

“You are doing great. I am enjoying this very much.”

But not hearing me breathe faster, let alone panting, her insecurity did not wane.

She took more of it in her mouth. Until my head reached her throat again, she paused for a moment and let the head slide into her throat. And held it there.

I gasped at the feeling. No one had ever done that.

Getting out of breath she retreated, almost proud she had taken it all in, almost happy I had gasped.

She repeated it. Slowly sliding it in, up into her throat, holding it in until she went out of breath, then releasing it while gasping herself.

I knew I would not cum, even with all her efforts to take it in her completely. Perhaps she was hoping for it, but I couldn’t let her be disappointed by failing to let me cum by her deepthroating. So after a while, however great it felt, when she prepared to go down once again, I softly said:

“Stop.”

Tears in her eyes were brimming, not only from the deepthroat, but her sad expression told me she felt extremely disappointed.

“No, it is not you. You were doing great. Really.”

She didn’t believe me and wanted to say something, but I cut her off, smiling and reasoning in a serious tone to her:

“It wouldn’t have taken much longer before I came. I don’t want to cum now. I want to be able to make love to you.”

“Oh... oh...” Her sad expression left her face, making place for a bright smile.

“And I want to look in your eyes while doing that. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh... I don’t mind. At all... I would like that too, very much.” She answered.

I took her hands in mine, pulled her gently to me, upon my lap and asked her softly:

“Let me enter you.”

Seeing I would not penetrate her myself, she took my penis, positioned herself above it, and agonizing slowly, she inserted my cock into her pussy.

She was tight, extremely tight. She must have learnt something from Kylie and Kate, tensing her vaginal muscles all at once, even before entering her. I gasped immediately. I saw an expression of pure concentration form on her face, but did not dare to comment, even if I could. Such was the overwhelming feeling of my cock tightly embraced in her, that I couldn’t even form a full sentence, let alone an ill-suited remark.

Slowly she hunkered, my penis penetrated her deep until it was completely enveloped in her. Never relaxing her muscles, she lifted up until only the head was still in her and came down again carefully. She was still lubricous from before, and my penis was still slippery from her throat-job, so fluently she moved. Up and down, no pain was experienced, by her nor me. Far from pain it felt like. Quite the opposite, it felt. Euphoric, it felt. Even more when she decided to up her speed, from unbearably slow to an exquisite tempo. Her furrow of concentration made place for one of bottomless pleasure, while keeping my member squeezed in her.

Still very sensitive, she kept on going down and up, her and my breathing quickening, we were both panting faster and faster.

I came first. The longest gasp I uttered, then a few more, and while releasing my cum into her, still stiff and barely conscious I encouraged her to keep going. She did not pause, went even slightly faster and after a small while, she climaxed too, in between a loud last gasp and a breathless cry. She fell forwards, her petite breasts smashing against my upper torso, barely avoiding a literal head to head collision. Breathing still fast, panting, we steadily calmed down, embracing each other, naked bodies pressed together.

Moments passed and passed some more, until she whispered in a sigh:

“Wow... that was...”

I cut her off and sighed as well:

“Wow... that was wow...”

And I was very grateful for it.