Champions Part 30

  All too soon the sensations began to diminish and when we were both spent I just lay on top of her for a few moments still experiencing the unique sensation of having my new shrinking penis still inside her. Then as I slid down beside her she wrapped her legs and arms around me and squeezed me tightly. It was as if she thought that I would disappear if she loosened her grip on me. All that time she said nothing and I began to worry in case I had hurt her during those frantic few minutes. “Are you OK?” I whispered. She didn’t reply but she released her vice like grip on me and began to kiss me all over my body. Then when she had finished she resumed entwined her arms and legs around me and began to squeeze me again. I was still concerned about her so I repeated my question. “You are alright, aren’t you?” “Oh Patrick that was so wonderful, no I’m not OK I’m a hundred times better than OK.” We lay there in silence for a few minutes letting both our bodies and our minds recover from their exertions. All the sex education in the world and all the lessons on the subject that I had received at school could never prepare a person like me for the experience that I just had. Then Grace sat up and shifted herself over toward the edge of the bed where she sat quietly. I could make out her shape in the gloom but somehow it seemed the right thing to do to leave her in peace for a while. After a short time, as looked at her silhouette in the darkness I was suddenly aware that she was crying. This fact alarmed me so I quickly sat up, switched on the lamp and sat beside her. Tears were streaming down her face. “Grace, you are alright aren’t you?” I asked panicking a little. “I didn’t hurt you or anything? I was alright wasn’t I?” She turned her face towards me and her tears began to flow even faster. She threw her arms around me and buried her face into my neck and began to sob violently. My sense of panic increased, what had I done to her? Should I get help or something? Then just as I was about to run to the Wilson’s door she stopped sobbing, turned her head away picked up a tissue and began to dry her tears. When she turned round again her eyes were slightly red and swollen and there was still the occasional tear trickling down her cheeks. She looked so frail and vulnerable like that I just wanted to cuddle her. However, before I could do anything she cradled my face in her hands and kissed the end of my nose.  “Sorry about that silly display,” she said sniffing as her weeping had still not completely stopped. “No of course you didn’t hurt me, I was told that I should expect a brief pain when it happened for the first time but that’s all. Yes I’m perfectly all right and you were not only all right you were wonderful, so wonderful in fact you were perfect.” “Then why the crying?”

    “I wasn’t crying because I was upset or anything,” she said wiping another tear on her tissue. “It was just that I was so happy I didn’t know what to do. So I did what most girls do in those circumstances I cried.” Feeling more than a little relieved I put my arm around her and she cuddled up close. “Mummy told me that every girl remembers the first time that they make love for the rest of their lives. I didn’t think that I’d lose my virginity for a few more years but tonight seemed just right and I thought to myself ‘why wait’. I will remember tonight for the rest of my life and I’ll always remember the person who made it oh so perfect. It was perfect, wasn’t it?” She looked at me for an answer. “Yes it was perfect, you were wonderful. I don’t suppose that we’ll get another chance like this for a long time to come.” “Not too long I hope,” the sweet face was back giving me it’s mischievous grin. “Now I really must use the bathroom so while I’m away I suggest that you do something with your bed.” As she went out I looked and saw what she meant, my bed looked as though a proverbial bomb had landed on it. I set about putting matters right I didn’t even think about covering my nakedness as I got to work. It wasn’t that I was worried about being ‘punished’ it just seemed to feel right. When she came back I was lying on top of my freshly made bed, she smiled when she saw me and said. “That’s better, I’ve sorted myself out and there’s only a tiny amount of blood.” “Blood,” I began to panic, “you mean you’re bleeding? Where? What have I done to you?” “Don’t panic silly, it’s perfectly natural after the first time, it will stop in no time.” She came and lay next to me and kissed my cheek. “I don’t think that it will be a good idea for us to make love again tonight though.” She said with that cheeky smile on her lips. Make love again? I didn’t think that I would have been able even if the opportunity had been given to me. “Now my pet, before I forget,” she said. “We don’t have to report until ten tomorrow so we’ll have the chance of a bit of a lie in. However I’ve set my watch alarm because we will have to do most of our packing before we go. After the match, whatever the outcome we’ll be brought back here for lunch and the Bus will collect us about one thirty. Sister Wendy said that we will be going home via Durham so that she can show us the sights and, with a bit of luck, we’ll have a bit of time to explore for ourselves before we go home. She said that we should be home some time between five and six.”

oldgrumpy oldgrumpy
51-55, M
1 Response Sep 19, 2012

It is very sweet and tender. A girl's first time is <i>so</i> important.