That Sort of Girl

Neil

Neil's fraternity group sponsored a dance party at Zona Residencial. The Zona was an exclusive residential area in Marcelo.

My outfit was so '80's. I didn't dance much but I enjoyed the new wave music.

By midnight, the party shifted to a drag race along the deserted road just outside the Zona. Neil and I watched a few races when he whispered that we have to go back into the car.

"Are we going home now?" I asked as I followed him through the crowd holding his hand.

He didn't answer. We reached his car parked on the other side of the street, a few meters away from the crowd. He opened the door to the backseat and let me in. He went inside after me and locked the door. He put his arms around my shoulders and faced me.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered and smiled.

I stared at his brown eyes. His thin lips parted into a smile, exposing his set of white teeth and deep dimples. Oh, so cute, my handsome prince! I felt nervous but at the back of my mind, I was also excited.

Neil put his trembling hand on my cheek when he moved closer to me. He pressed his lips on mine and I pried his mouth open with my tongue. He responded to my deeper kisses, unable to utter a word.

"Shy Neil" started to unbutton his shirt with one hand while his other arm tightened around me. He leaned forward so that he made me lie down on the backseat.

He kissed me all over like someone who was ending his long fasting and abstinence. His aggressiveness made me fall into his rhythm, hungry and passionate. His hands crawled under my blouse, unhooked, unbuttoned everything and peeled clothes open. He stared at my chest, as many foolish boys had done before. But this memory stayed clear because Neil was not clumsy or awkward like the others. He bent down to kiss my skin, as though he were enjoying a good serving of dessert, licking and sucking my breasts.

I wriggled free of my leggings, which made me naked inside his car. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled down everything, revealing an erection that embarrassed him but turned me on more.

"May I?" I asked.

He nodded, allowing my experience to take over. I stroked my middle finger along the shaft up until the tip, and then held it with my hand. I heard his heavy breathing. His hands tightened its hold on me as I continued my hand job and I heard him moan as he became harder.

Neil's hand touched my pubic area and his fingers searched for something. I became distracted --- none of the boys had done this before. I widened my thighs apart to give way for his hand. I continued jerking him harder but he couldn't take it anymore and he pushed me back to lie down. He put my legs up and apart and went down on me. By the time Neil came around I hadn't been a virgin for years, but that night I felt new.

His tongue searched and sucked something secret and small. The feeling felt good that my hands didn't know what to hold. My body tensed, my back arched, and my mouth uttered a moan of pleasure. He must have enjoyed what he was doing because he didn't stop. He made love to me. After a few moments, my body gave in to an uncontrollable motion and felt a sudden wetness. I muffled an ecstatic shout and held him tight. We were both panting afterwards.

He got up and his eyes locked on mine, wild and bright. I grabbed his hard c**k and guided it inside me, teaching him and taking his virginity. Neil shivered and I pulled him against me, more connected and aware of my lover than I'd ever been before. My breasts were shaking; my voice was shaking, too. He moved faster, shaking the car, unable to control his own climax.