I’d been planning my first time with Jared for weeks. I’m not a sex-on-the-first-date kind of girl, but somehow we’d managed to get through a dozen without ending up in bed. How that had happened was beyond me, but the time had finally come for us to, well, come.

I was all set for it to be the most magical night. I’d bought fancy lingerie, soy candles, and brand-new Egyptian-cotton sheets. My roommate was out of town and everything was going to be perfect. Of course, Jared being Jared, he managed to completely ruin my plans — and make things even better in the process.

On the night my plans were set to play out, Jared called from the office to tell me he would be working late. He didn’t think he could make it to my place for our date. I was disappointed, but I understood. I blew out the candles, put away my sexy lingerie, and put on the ratty T-shirt and sweatpants I wore to sleep in when I was alone.

A few hours later I was on the couch, watching late-night TV, when there was a knock on the door. It was pretty late, but I thought maybe my roommate had come home early from her trip and didn’t want to intrude if Jared and I were together. I went to let her in, but it was Jared. He apologized for canceling our date, but said he’d been hoping I’d still be up so he could see me (it was a Friday night, so his chances were good). He was clearly exhausted from work, but I thought it was sweet that he’d come over. I pulled him over to the couch and we sat down to watch TV. I didn’t expect anything to happen — I figured he’d pass out on the couch within a few minutes. Again, I was wrong.

He pulled me closer to him so I was crushed against his chest. When he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, I looked up to see if he was still awake, and I saw him looking down at me. When our eyes met, he leaned down and kissed me. Our kiss quickly deepened, and soon we were horizontal on the couch, with Jared on top of me. A moment later, his hands were under my shirt and he was moving them up to my braless tits. He fondled my breasts for a minute and then lifted my shirt, pulling it over my head. We’d gone to third base before, but it felt different this time, hotter.

With my shirt out of the way, Jared started sucking on my nipples and massaging my breasts. I let him go at it for a while, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me, but when his hand slipped between my legs, I pushed him back so I could get his clothes off, too. I fought to remove his shirt, nearly ripping some buttons off as I did, then pulled it off him. I ran my hands over his chest and abs, pausing to gently scrape my nails over his nipples, making him moan.

I raked my fingers down to the waist of his pants and slipped them under the black material. I could feel the warmth from his hard cock, and I wanted to get closer to it. I unbuttoned his slacks and reached in. His dick was already hard, the head of his cock pointing up toward his stomach, and as soon as I had him in my hand I started to stroke.

Jared went from stiff to hard-as-steel almost instantly, and as soon as I felt that, I needed to get his pants off. I moved to the floor and took his pants with me. Then I was between his legs, my head bobbing up and down his incredible length. I kept my mouth on his dick for only a couple of minutes, though. Unlike the other times I’d blown him, giving head wasn’t the main event.

All thoughts of the soft sheets on my bed and the sweet-scented candles went out of my head as I crawled back into Jared’s lap. He kissed me again and then slipped his hand between my legs, pushing his fingers against me through my thin sweats. The more aroused I got, the more I wanted my pants off.

After a minute or two of making out and groping, I’d had enough. I stood up and went to the bathroom to get a condom, leaving Jared hard and confused. When I came back into the living room, I dropped my sweatpants and was back in his lap in a flash. Once I had the condom on him, I straddled his hips and slid straight down onto his cock, feeling him slide up into my pussy and fill me deliciously. I started to grind against him, my hips moving back and forth and side to side as his dick throbbed inside me.

I savored the feeling of having a full cunt before I thrust up and down, riding Jared hard. He began to pump into me as I rode him, matching me stroke for stroke. It intensified the already — pleasurable experience, and my pussy was spasming excitedly before I knew it. I rode him harder, my pussy muscles clenching around his dick as I tried to bring him off before I was too lost in my own pleasure to care whether he came. My thighs squeezed around his as I bounced my ass up and down in his lap, and it took only a few seconds of concentrated effort to make Jared explode.

Even though he’d come, he remained hard, and I stayed in his lap, his dick firmly up my cunt. I kept moving, my legs thrusting me up and down and my pussy rapidly clenching and releasing his dick as I got closer and closer to my own climax. Once I got a good rhythm going for myself, it didn’t take much longer before I was ready to blow.

When I came, my orgasm was incredible. It was stronger than I’d ever imagined, and it swept through me like a tidal wave. I felt it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and everywhere in between.

Eventually, Jared and I made it to the bed and my 500-thread-count sheets, but it didn’t seem as important now. Our first time may not have been in the perfect setting, as I’d planned, but the experience was more incredible than expected — and the sex with him just keeps getting better.