Sex wasn’t really on my mind until I started dating my boyfriend, Nicolas. When we started dating we only held hands, kissed and flirted a lot. He knows I’m a virgin, and he seems okay with it, but part of me does wonder what it would be like to have sex. Before dating Nicolas, I didn’t even masturbate. It was like a switch was shut off, but when I started dating him, my hormones came blasting through, full force. Nicolas is two years older than me, and has had sex with others, but promises he is okay not rushing into it with me. He tells me he loves me, which makes me want to give myself to him. I guess a part of me is scared to do so though. My parents never really talked a lot about sex, they are kind of old school, I guess. It was my doctor who suggested me going on birth control to regulate my periods. At first my mother was against it, but the doctor convinced her it was for the best. I have a friend. who I can tell everything to, and I have told her about how I feel. When she found out that I’ve never even masturbated she told me I should try. She went on telling me to either use my imagination, or to go online and watch porn. The idea of watching porn put me right off and I said no way. I think the best idea is to use how Nicolas makes me feel when he touches me. It’s Sunday night, date night for my parents so I have the house to myself. I decided to go to bed early but I spent a long time on the phone with Nicolas. He has no idea what I’m doing because I want it to be a surprise for him, when and if I choose to have sex with him. I do, however, want him to tell me what he wishes he could do to me, if he were here. He often does this. “Nicolas, I’m in bed, thinking of the last time we had a date at your place. I can’t get your lips out of my mind. Tell me what you’d do if you could, right now,” I whisper, feeling shy for asking. I can hear his smile when he begins, “I like the way you think. First of all. I’d love to cradle your head between my hands, lean in and kiss you teasingly slow at first. I want to taste those sweet lips of yours on mine. You always taste like cherries. I like that,” his voice drifting. My eyes closed, thinking Sex hikayeleri of the way he describes what he’ll do to me. I’m in just a tank top and panties; under my covers I let my hands wander over my body. I caress my breasts, thinking of them as Nicolas’ hands. I’d much rather them be his, but my own touch is heightening the pleasure of listening to him talk to me. My blood rushes through my body fast, causing my heartbeat to quicken. “Do you like that, Kyra?” His voice is breathtaking, making me long for him more. “I do, please don’t stop, I really like hearing you talk to me like this,” I whisper softly, aching to tell him what I’m doing. “I don’t know what’s with you tonight, Kyra, but I like it…” His voice is pleasing, making me smile, “…Feel my lips over your jaw line, bathing you in kisses, until I reach your ear, sucking softly on it. My warm breath on your skin, giving you light goose bumps. It makes you squirm, wanting more.” He continues on, making me ache. I reach down into my panties, and stroke lightly over my lips. I can feel just how wet I’ve gotten already. I’ve allowed myself to get so excited, so fast. He has no idea what I’m doing. Nicolas goes on describing what he would do to me. I don’t let myself do too much on the phone, wanting to do this privately. After almost two hours on the phone, he has to go: It’s gotten late. I’m sad, but grateful at the same time, because I really want to come now. I squeeze my breasts, caressing my nipples, feeling just how hard they are. I work one hand back down into my panties, thinking of all the things Nicolas said he’d do to me. I slip a finger over my clit, down into my pussy and begin to lightly fuck myself. My other hand coming down, and toying with my clit, I grind against myself. The pleasure is so overwhelming, it feels so natural. How did I never do this before! I let out a soft whimper, feeling a strong ache building deep inside me. It’s something I have never felt before. I tremble, my legs buckle, and whimper out further. I gasp hard, sucking in a startling breath, my toes point hard and I begin an earth shattering orgasm. I groan out, losing all control Sikiş hikayeleri over my body as I come hard. When it passes, I lie there looking at my ceiling, feeling as though I’m spinning fast. What a fucking high! I can’t help but giggle, blushing at the way I feel. It’s like a drug. I smoked pot once, but I was too scared of getting addicted, so I never did again. It makes me feel like that, and drug free. I curl into a ball, letting sleep drift over me. I can’t wait to tell my friend Sadie. She’ll be pleased. The next day when I tell her, she is pleased, telling me that I’m one step closer to be ready for sex. I shake my head no, telling her no, not yet. She asks me what I’m so afraid of. I go on explaining to her that it’s having something enter me, the idea is kind of scary. She giggles, telling me it hurts so good. I don’t even know what that means! Sadie tells me if I’m so worried about having sex, that I should buy a vibrator and try that. It’s how her sister started out. I never thought of owning a toy before. She even tells me she’ll go with me; she needs a new one also. We decide to go at the weekend. Throughout the week, I keep masturbating like I did the first night. I find myself doing it every chance I can, loving how it makes me feel. It makes me feel naughty, sexy, turned on, satisfied, and each time, giving me that fantastic high. When I do see Nicolas, I allow him to do more than just kissing; to touch me more. He doesn’t complain a single bit. We focus on doing a lot of that and a lot less of everything else. I still don’t tell him what I’ve been up to. I love the way he makes me feel. Friday afternoon comes and Sadie is excited to go to the shop. She’s been to the one we’re going to before, her sister has brought her bunches of times. I’ve stuffed a $100 bill in my purse, unsure how much things are. Sadie tells me some toys can be expensive, but there are ones cheaper. You get what you pay for, she tells me. This, of course, makes sense. Isn’t that always the case? Entering the shop, I see that it isn’t all that big. I smell a lot of leather, oils and even candles. It’s covered, wall to wall, with toys, Erotik hikaye clothes, whips, chains, masks, candles, oils and other things. Things I’ve never even dreamed of, let alone ever think I’d ever see. I start to get a little nervous, but Sadie is so excited it helps me relax. The girl behind the desk looks to be in her late twenties, smiling brightly at us. “Take a look around, girls. If you have any questions, I’m here,” her voice is soft, pleasant. She goes back to reading some magazine. “Thank you,” we both say in unison. We giggle and Sadie brings me to the wall with the vibrators. There are tons! I’m shocked there are so many. There are different sizes, shapes, colours, speeds, anal, pussy, double headers, spinning ones. It’s just overwhelming. I watch as Sadie looks at them, a little scared to even touch them, as if they are going to jump out and bite me or something. I let myself relax, scanning over them. I know I want something fairly simple, I don’t want to put my pussy in shock the first time I use a toy. A cute pink one catches my eyes. Taking it off the shelf, I hold it in my hand. It has a nice weight to it, it’s long and sleek. It has no shape, outside of being long, no spinning things or beads. It’s simple, something good for a first timer. I know this is the one I want. I put that one back, grabbing one in a package. Sadie is off further down the wall, looking at other things. I go to her, smiling, holding my prize. “Find something you like?” she asks. “Yeah, this one,” I hand it to her. I blush deeply, feeling almost silly. “Oh, nice choice. I’ve had that one, but it wasn’t pink, it was red.” “Damn Sadie, how many have you had?” I say, thinking it must be a lot. “Erm, a few, I’d guess like, hmm, five? I like to change it up. It beats finding cock at school. I can’t wait until we’re in college!” she giggles. I know that Sadie has had sex, but the times she had it never worked out with the guy afterwards. She always feels used, which is why I am careful of having sex. I know that Nicolas isn’t going to be like that, but I don’t feel the need to have sex right now. Exploring my sexuality like this, gives me more reason to wait, to find out what I like before giving myself to a guy. I glance at a shelf behind us and see these little bullet-shaped things. I pick one up, wondering what it does. “Sadie, what are these?” I hold it, liking the cold metal against my skin.