How Parker Lost Her V Card

How Parker Lost Her V Card How Parker Lost Her V Card

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Genre: Erotica

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The story of how Parker and Rhys lost their virginity together.

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The story of how Parker and Rhys lost their virginity together.

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Submitted: February 02, 2016

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My phone buzzed for the millionth time that night. I checked it casually "I'm sorry you aren't feeling well, babe" it read. "Want me to come over and take care of you for a bit?" I sighed and considered the thought. Of course I'd love to have my boyfriend over, but I was a mess - emotionally and physically. I'd gotten back from vacation early to not miss much school, so I was home alone for three days. That would have been well and good, if I hadn't started to feel sickly. "Come over if you want, but I look and feel like crap and I'll probably fall asleep within an hour." "On my way!" I must have fallen asleep, because I was woken up by the doorbell it was about 8 in the evening, and my dogs were barking because someone was outside. "Chill, puppies. It's Rhys." I called, prying myself up from the couch to unlock the front door. "Hey baby!" He greeted me, pulling me into a hug and kissing my forehead. He pushed me out at arms length and studied my exhausted shape. "Aw hun you look like you're in so much pain! Did you take some tylonal? Aspirin? Advil?" "Yeah, it should kick in in the next few minutes." "Good." He smiles and helped me back to the couch, running over the store when he heard the water in the kettle boiling. "Oh thanks Rhys, could you get me-" "Jasmine, I know, Parker. Four months of dating you has at least taught me that much." He brought me my piping hot tea, and sat on the edge of the cough massaging my back and shoulders while I drank it in silence. "Thanks for coming over, babe." I finally said when I started feel a bit better. "Of course baby, I want you to feel good." He said soothingly. "Now rest." I took his command to heart, and was soon dozing off. When I woke up, it was almost ten, and I was lying in his lap. He was still awake above me, looking down at me with a small smile and gently stroking my hair. "Hey baby." "Damn Rhys, I didn't mean to sleep that long I'm sorry! You could have gone home." "And leave you?" He scoffed incredulously. "No fucking way. You don't feel good, and I'm not leaving till you do. You can sleep again." "No no, let's do something. Like... Oh shit I need to feed the birds, let's go upstairs." I led the way to my room, and we fed the incredibly pissed bird that was my sister's. Once done, I wrapped my arms around him, and before I knew it he had picked me up in his arms and pulled me onto the bed with him. He lay me next to him, and places my head on his chest while he rubbed my back and stroked my hair. "Rest, baby." I was too awake to rest, and I felt a little better because the pain meds had kicked in. I was still tired, but I also couldn't fall asleep by any means. "Kiss me." I whispered. Without question, he leaned in to place a soft lingering miss on my lips. It was followed by another, and another, and even yet another. They became deeper, longer, more passionate. "Rhys... I, I'm too tired for this." I sighed, sensing his ambition. We were both virgins. We'd talked about it, and both agreed that we were ready. He, of course, before me. However he had made sure from the start that I knew that it was up to me. He'd told me right away that he was ready to lose it to me, but that I would have to be the one to decide because he didn't want me to feel rushed, forced, or to regret it. I wanted to lose it to him, I was ready, and he deserves it. Really, truly I did! But even though part of me wanted to lock lips and make love, the exhausted part of my body told me that I really wouldn't enjoy it. "Don't worry about it baby." He soothed, kissing my cheek and sensing my frustration. "Another time. Right now you just need to feel better." I snuggled deeper into his side, and he started talking about our future together. What we would do, how many kids we would have, where we would live... It was so nice, it took my mind off of how bad I was feeling. Halfway through, I poked him playfully in the side, and he took it as an invitation to a tickle fight. As always, I was helplessly overpowered, and ended up laughing my heart out. By the end, he was sitting on my bed with his back against the wall, and I was lying on my back in his lap. We slowly calmed down, me rubbing his leg and him running his fingers through my hair. Without warning, he enveloped me, holding me close. "I like you. Like a lot." I felt my eyes tearing up. We'd said we loved each other about a month ago, and it was becoming more regular. Something about the innocence, and content happiness in "like" made me feel more amazing than I could express. "I like you too, Rhys." I whispered back. Of course that moment led to more cuddling - at least until I realized that I hadn't let the dogs in. "Crap brb, gotta let the dogs out." I explained, jumping out of the bed and running downstairs to call in the dogs. They decided to be extra annoying, and avoid coming in. Because of this I was made to go outside in the cold air of March and fetch them. After almost ten minutes, I was back upstairs with Rhys, feeling far more awake and lively. "I like how you always wear shirts that are too big for you." He commented when I walked in. "Well, guys clothes are bigger, and they just tend to be comfier." I laughed. "Yeah but babe that shirt would probably even fit me!" He retorted. "Well try it on then!" I decided, pulling it off over my head in one swift motion. The lack of response worried me for a moment, at least until I realized that I hadn't worn a bra since I had been home alone. My 34C boobs were standing perky as ever, my pale pink nipples beginning to stiffen in the sudden change of temperature. Without a word, Rhys took off his shirt, revealing his carved chest for only a moment, before replacing it With the shirt id just removed. I pulled his shirt over my shoulders, and because of its length and the fact that I hated pants, took off my leggings to reveal my white lace thong. Rhys matched suit by removing his pants, and instead standing in his boxers and my shirt. We cuddled in my bed for a few more minutes before I initiated a long kiss. Maybe I WAS in the mood to have sex tonight... I allowed my hands to stray across his chest and under his shirt. His hands mimicked my motions, always one beat behind as to not be too forward or ask something of me that I was not willing to offer. Finally, my hands found their way to the large bulge in his boxers. I sighed into our kiss as I stroked it in my firm grip. I felt him twitch, and then felt his hand reach my now aching pussy, rubbing the wet material of my thong. I moved myself into a straddling position and began to grind my clit against his bulge. I scooted off and pulled down his boxers, giving his erection a few swift strokes. I Looked at the desire and awe in his eyes, realizing how much He loved me - how much he wanted me. "Babe... Do you have a condom?" I heard myself asking. "Do I- wait what? I mean yeah, but babe are you-" I broke him off by putting a finger to his lips "I know what I said." A grin filled his face, and he sat up to kiss me deeply. He stood me up, slowly removing my panties while fingering me. I was wet and ready, having done this part so many times before. It was what came next that I was a bit nervous for. He laid me down on my back on the bed, and then began kissing me whilst while playing with my clit. Heat began to build in my stomach as he continued, and I felt myself tensing up under him as my breathing became more rushed. "Oh, fuck, babe... I'm going to cum... Oh fuck." I moaned between kisses as his assault continue mercilously. He'd only recently discovered how to get me off, so every orgasm was a victory. Suddenly I felt it flow through me, my back arching and toes curling as my muscles contracted against his probing fingers. "Ahh! Ah oh, oooooh babe... Rhys..." My breathing finally regained its normal pace, and I smiled up at him, motioning towards the condom on my desk where he had set it after lying my down. Without a second thought he rolled it over his hardness, positioning himself to enter my wet pussy. I was lucky, he entered slowly, first an inch, than two, then three. Then back out, and then four, and then finally he pushed all six inches into me. He waited, inside me, groaning from the pleasure of the tightness of my virginity. I breathed heavily, trying to adjust myself to his size and the uncomfortable feeling it was bringing me. After a few moments however, he pulled out and sunk in again. And again. And again. Slowly he sped up, and slowly I realized the uncomfortableness of the experience had turned to pleasure. I felt myself enjoying it more and more with every stroke, becoming more turned on by the way his breath was broken with his grunts. They turned to groans quite like the ones I was used to hearing when is given him hand jobs, and I felt him quicken inside me. "Babe! Oh fuck Parker, I'm cumming!" He gasped, ramming himself inside me to ride out his orgasm. Finally, I felt him slow and then pull out of me. Sighing contentedly. I looked up at him and smiled, incredibly happy with what I had just done. "I love you." He smiled, kissing my forehead before removing the condom and leaving to throw it in the trash. When he returned, he curled up beside me, pulling my body against his and running his hands through my hair and striking my cheeks. "I love you, Parker. I love you so much." "I love you too." I whispered back, half asleep.


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