Cal had finally come back into my life. As he leaned back against the sofa, I could tell he was about to ask me an important question.

“So, are you and Ted having sex?” Cal finally asked, referring to the coworker who had called up that evening to ask me out.

I didn’t answer right away. Cal ran his fingers through my hair, smoothing my bangs away from my eyes. “Well?” he persisted.

“No,” I answered quietly. “I haven’t had sex with anyone ... yet.”

Hearing my answer, something inside his blue eyes seemed to relax. Without speaking, Cal gently kissed my neck, nibbling his way along the line of my jaw. His hand moved down my back, tracing the outline of my spine, and came to rest on the curve of my hip. He smiled and I smiled back, then I sat in his lap, straddling him. He locked his arms behind me, and I felt his cock pulsing through his jeans and rocked against the bulge beneath me. He let out a deep, hungry moan.

“Amy, is this okay?”

I whispered, “God, yes, Cal, I want this so bad. It’s time.”

Then he whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to unbutton your jeans and take out your cock,” I said. He caught his breath, and my confidence grew. “I’d take you in my mouth and suck you,” I continued. “I want to make you beg for me to swallow you deeper. Then I’d run my tongue slowly around your cock. I’d stroke you with my hands while pressing my face to your balls, suckling first one and then the other.”

“Oh, Amy,” he cooed, stroking my hair.

“I want to deep-throat you when you’re about to explode,” I continued. “I’m dying to taste your come.”

He interrupted me with his tongue, probing my mouth insistently. I arched my back like a cat, pushing my breasts against his chest. “Oh, Amy,” he said. “It’s taken us a long time to get here, hasn’t it?”

I nodded as Cal lifted me from his lap and stood up. He took me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He put me on the mattress and lovingly removed my clothes. Naked, I watched him undress.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him down to me. But he remained poised above me, brushing against me with the tip of his erect cock. Then he whispered, “Where did you learn to talk so dirty?” I blushed as I said that maybe I wasn’t quite as shy as he thought.

Cal rested his weight on top of me and licked up and down my neck. I was growing more and more excited. He slid down my body, running his tongue around my nipples. He grazed them with his teeth and bit them until I groaned.

“Does that feel good?” I didn’t even try to answer, just nodded. He spread my legs and situated himself between my thighs and asked, “Who’s going to beg now, Amy?”

“Please.” Was that my voice, so low, so desperate?

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me, Cal. Eat my pussy.”

Moments later, Cal spread my pussy lips, lapping up my abundant juices. I kept telling him what I wanted until he said, “I’m not going to make you come yet. We have all night.”

Then he buried his face in my pussy again. He’d replace his tongue with his fingers when he’d lift his head for a second to whisper, “You are so sweet. You have the most beautiful cunt.”

He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me to his lips. My muscles began to contract, and he stopped, realizing I was on the verge of orgasm. Then he asked if I’d ever gone down on a man.

“No,” I whispered, my pussy twitching. “You know I haven’t.”

Cal leaned back against the headboard. The only sound in the room was a soft buzzing from the light overhead. I touched his cock, stroking it with timid fingers.

“Pretend you’re eating an ice pop,” he suggested.

I bent over him, my hair cascading across his muscular legs. He stroked the back of my head, easing me toward his cock. I licked my lips and took the head of his erection in my mouth. I heard Cal groan. I ran my tongue in lazy circles around the tip, exploring the smooth skin, delighting in the unfamiliar taste of his pre-come.

“That’s right.” His voice was barely a whisper.

I sucked him almost in slow motion. I took him in as deep as I could, nuzzling my nose into his nest of blond hair. I was drunk with his musky smell. I increased my suction as I pulled off of his cock and I heard him gasp. Panting, Cal swiveled around so he could reach my pussy and he spread my glossy cunt lips with his fingers. We were in a 69 and I followed his lead, taking his stiff member in one hand, bringing it toward my lips.

He moaned hard as I began sucking him again, and the vibrations of his lips against my clitoris shook me to my core. My lips worked on his cock with frantic strokes. I’m sure he could tell how close I was to coming. Waves of pleasure started to rock me. We came together, and I sucked him completely dry, hungrily swallowing my first taste of semen. I lay back panting, reveling in the vibrations that continued to pulse through my cunt.

When it was over, he slid up to snuggle next to me. Our juices mingled together through our wet kisses, fragrant and wonderful. I curled up, cradled against Cal’s warm body, listening to his breathing.

Not much later, having been aroused again by Cal’s knowing lips and hands, I experienced the ultimate pleasure of having his sturdy cock working in and out of my pussy. I was a virgin no more.