Woman As Art
Meredith stripped down to her underwear tossing her graduation gown on the bed. Like everything else in the room, the bed now seemed foreign after being away at college for four years.
I first orgasmed here, she remembered. With that, she started feeling the all-too-familiar sensation of arousal. Wetness formed beneath her thong, and her nipples went alert against her bra.
If only I could have sex! An abrupt feeling of sadness washed over her. Remaining a virgin was the one regret she had left college with. It hadn’t been intentional, but sex had just never happened.
Meredith shrugged it off like she always did. Her hands moved down between her legs. She let out a small, quiet moan as she moved her clitoris back and forth beneath the thong.
“So that’s what you learned in college?”
Meredith sat straight up to find her older neighbor, Mr. Turner, standing in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Mr. Turner!” Meredith yelped in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Turner smiled. “I was in my garden when I saw your parents leaving, and they asked me to bring in some flowers for you.” He walked nonchalantly into the room. “Congratulations on your graduation, by the way.”
As Meredith stared, she noticed a bulge at the front of his jeans.
Mr. Turner moved closer and stood in front of Meredith, with his bulge not much more than a foot in front of her face. He was taller than she remembered. Mr. Turner smiled. “What did you learn at college?”
Meredith swallowed. “I studied English…”
Her neighbor laughed. “No. The other kind of learning.”
She stared dumbly.
“I’m assuming you lost your virginity?” he continued.
Meredith shook her head. “But I wish I did.”
“What? I’m surprised,” Mr. Turner said in amazement. “Well, I have a proposal. I’ll help you finish your education. To be blunt, it would be an honor to take your virginity.”
Meredith’s heart pounded, but she knew what she wanted.
“Yes,” she said.
Mr. Turner smiled and quickly unzipped his jeans. Meredith reached down and gasped as she pulled out his large erection.
“Wait,” Mr. Turner smiled and knelt before her, pushing Meredith on her back. He pulled her underwear down past her feet, casting it aside.
Meredith shuddered again as Mr. Turner kissed her vulva. Suddenly, the man’s tongue invaded her, licking her up and down before finding its place at her clitoris. Still licking her clit, he pushed two fingers inside her. In and out his fingers went, building up speed until Meredith felt a sudden tinge of pain and the sensation of something breaking. This was only in passing, because soon after that she moaned loudly.
Mr. Turner withdrew himself and jumped to his feet, undressing “Move higher,” he commanded.
Meredith pulled herself up on the bed so that her feet were no longer on the floor. Mr. Turner hastily climbed up to take position on top of her. Mr. Turner tapped her clitoris a few times with his erection before gently pushing himself in.
Meredith opened her eyes at the slight pain and looked down to see Mr. Turner pushing his girth inside her. Then he rested, allowing for her to adjust to the size.
As Mr. Turner slowly began to pump himself in and out of her vagina, Meredith felt the pain fade and pleasure take its place. As he thrust between her legs, Mr. Turner leaned forward and kissed her, sending tingles throughout her body. Meredith kissed back, and for the next twenty minutes the two of them made out to their thrusting rhythm.
Suddenly, Mr. Turner moved a hand down, rubbing her clitoris. He was pumping more ferociously now, and Meredith felt the sensation building.
“Oh…” Mr. Turner moaned. “I’m coming!” Meredith then felt her own climax. For the next minute, they ground their hips into one another in ecstasy.
“Thank you, Meredith,” Mr. Turner smiled as he slipped out of her and patted her vulva gently with his hand.
“Well,” Meredith smiled. “If I’m going to be having sex now, I want to do it right. Are you available for further lessons?
Her neighbor laughed. “Any time, Meredith. Any time!”
The End
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Barbara S. Gwen is a news journalist by day and a writer of erotic fiction by night. Her work has appeared on websites like Oystersandchocolate.com. She excels at writing from the female perspective and enjoys tackling the taboo.
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