Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2015 20:47:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Michael's Story Part 14 Michael's Story (part 14) Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago. Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from pneumonia acquired there. Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections. This and subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she could have written it and seen if published. –––––––––––––––––––– We took the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned up after dinner. Michael poured us the remaining wine and we returned to the couch. "Do you want to make love to me?" I asked Michael. "Yes, of course I do," Michael responded, "but I don't want to rush things." I smiled and said, "that's sweet of you, is it something you were reluctant to ask about?" "No," said Michael, "I just thought that as our relationship developed, it would naturally happen when the time is right. If you are a virgin, I want your first time to be especially wonderful, not especially painful." I had experimented with a dildo, and knew that if I went to fast it was very painful, and certainly understood what Michael was referring to. I leaned to Michael and kissed him and said, "I thought most men were eager to claim a girl's virginity." "Perhaps they are," replied Michael, "but I don't see it as some sort of prize for a me to claim, but a really wonderfully shared gift. I really want that, Cheryl, but the time has to be right." I pulled Michael close to me and whispered, "I think the time is right, but please don't hurt me." Michael stood up and helped me up, then picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He lay next to me and we kissed, loosening each other's clothing. I suddenly feared that after the day I might not be clean enough so I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I had not had a bowel movement all day, and I started out "kissing clean", but I just wanted to make sure, so I ran some warm water and freshened up. I didn't know if Michael would me kissing me there, but I would be mortified if I wasn't clean enough for him. Confidence renewed, I returned to the bedroom and we finished undressing each other. Michael spread my cheeks and kissed me deeply – oh my God! What an incredible feeling it was! Michael concluded his kissing and put some lube on my rosebud and massaged me with his fingers, slipping them in and out of me, spreading them to stretch me. I knew I had to relax, but that was really difficult, so wrapped in this exciting moment. I was on my knees, on all fours, offering myself to Michael. He rolled on a condom and put some lube on the tip, pressing it to my rosebud. I felt him pressed to me and enjoyed the feeling, expecting a sudden stretch, and perhaps some pain, but Michael remained there, pressing very gently into me. He was entering my so slowly that I didn't feel the stretch. I had imagined my first time would be a sudden thrust, but this wonderful man was so considerate. Michael had his hands on my hips and said, "I want this to be only pleasure for you with no pain, so you push back as you feel you are ready." This had not occurred to me, but Michael knew what to do, so I pressed back into him and felt him entering me with the most wonderful feeling. It was similar to using my dildo, but his warmth, and knowing it was Michael, made all the difference in the world. Finally Michael was inside me and he felt incredible. He gently stroked in and out, as if testing my depth. "This may be tricky," said Michael, gripping my hips, "but I'm going to try to turn you onto your back." It felt like some sort of kinky gymnastic activity, but Michael managed to roll me onto my back without pulling out of me. When I was on my back Michael reached for a pillow for my head and put another under my hips. He still felt wonderful inside me, but now we could look into each other's faces. Michael placed my legs up against him and on his shoulders, pulling us together. "I'm going to slip in farther," Michael said, "and I want you to tell me when I hit bottom." I didn't know what he meant, but felt him slip in even further and then felt him bottom out. "Now," I said, and he pulled back just a bit. He stroked in and out of me, careful not to hit bottom again. I looked lovingly into his eyes and knew that he was indeed my soulmate. As we made love Michael would lean over and kiss me, still deep inside me. As he raised up he held my legs tightly to his chest and reached to me, massaging my breasts. My breasts were tiny, but Michael made me feel really buxom. He gently squeezed my nipples, producing waves of pleasure moving through my body. Our eyes locked and we knew that we were joined in a manner that words could not possibly describe. I had never imagined that this moment could have been so wonderful. Just when it seemed to be as good as it could get, Michael put lube on his hand and took my clitty and began to massage me. I almost lost consciousness as he did this and suddenly my climax was upon me. Michael saw that I had climaxed and stopped massaging me – good thing he did, because I couldn't have taken much more! The pace of his stroking sped up, but he still avoided bottoming out. Michael wrapped his arms tightly around my legs, pulling them to his chest as I sensed his climax as his body tensed. He held me to him and our eyes focused on each other again and we smiled. Michael pulled out and gently put my legs onto the bed and said, "stay here." He went into the bathroom and cleaned up, and then returned with a wet warm soapy wash cloth. He lovingly cleaned me up in front, then in back and then climbed into bed and lay next to me. We lay there, spooning, his arm around me, cupping a breast in his hand. I still didn't understand why he liked my tiny breasts so much, but he really made me feel special. As we lay there I felt so wonderfully safe and cared for. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment, and soon drifted off to sleep, having experienced bliss like I had never before. –––––––––––––––––––– Please let me know if you would like me to continue the story, and I will try to do so in a way that honors Cheryl's memory. Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org