This week's prompt was;
I was reminded of hangning out in my boyfriend's bedroom listening to the radio.
My name is Layla my boyfriend's name is Seb. We have been going out for about six months now and it has been great. Seb isn't like the other boys at school. He is quiet and kinda nerdy. He does nice things for me. Like the other day I was walking out the school gate and the strap on my bag broke. Everyone was pushing past me trying to get to their bus and stuff and my books went everywhere. People were pushing me as I tried to pick up my stuff and frigging Lucy Smythe called me a loser and then stood there with her friends laughing at me. Seb came along and started picking up my books and helping me collect all my stuff. He carried my broken bag to the bus without saying anything. No one at school knows he is my boyfriend. We decided to keep it a secret because we didn't want people giving us shit at lunchtime or writing stupid stuff about us on the toilet walls.
I go to Seb's house on the weekend. His mum works at Big W on Saturday and she doesn't get home until six. His Dad doesn't live with them which suits Seb just fine. He says his dad is a loser. So I go to his place around lunchtime and we usually hang out in his room listening to the radio and talking. My Mum thinks we are studying and sometimes we do. Seb is amazing at science; he says he wants to do cancer research when he finishes school. I just want to pass and get a job.
So we hang out in his room and listen to songs on the radio. Sometimes we lie on his bed and he puts his arm around me. The first time we kissed I had to kiss him. He is really shy but it was nice, soft and gentle, not trying to eat my face like some of the other boys I dated. When he touches me it is like he is afraid he is going to hurt me he slips his hand inside my shirt and strokes my boob through my bra. Honestly some days he goes so slow and soft I feel like I am gonna turn inside out. One day I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down so he could put his hand inside my knickers. He was so shocked but I could see in his eyes that he really wanted to. When he touched me there it was the weirdest feeling. I had never let a guy do that before. Stupid Josh Patterson had tried to grope me through my jeans once when he was drunk at a party but I kicked him in the nuts. We broke up after that.
Seb's dick is amazing. The first time I held it I was so shocked at how something could be so warm and soft and still hard at the same time. I love stroking it and playing with the stuff that comes out of the end when he is hard. One day I pulled back his foreskin and kissed the tip. I thought it would taste yuck but it didn't taste like much at all just a bit salty, he smelled like soap. Afterwards he told me he always showered just before I came so he would smell nice for me. After I kissed the tip like that I kind of sucked him into my mouth. He groaned so loud I thought his brother was going to come in to see what was wrong. After that we turned the radio up a bit louder, just in case. He wouldn't let me suck him for too long. He was worried he was going to cum and he didn't know if I would like that in my mouth. I was glad about that. I don't think I would like it in my mouth either.
Last week we were lying on his bed and he was kissing me. His hand went down into my jeans. I helped him a bit and unzipped them for him. He was feeling brave and pushed them right down and my knickers as well. He watched my face as he started to feel around down there. He has learned a little bit about what to do there and he knows where to put his fingers to make me feel good. This day he played with my clit a little bit then he put his fingers inside me. I tried not to make a noise but I couldn't help myself. I reached down and put my hand inside his jeans. His dick was hard as a rock. I put my fingers around and moved my hand up and down the way he liked.
"Would you like it if I put that inside you instead of my finger?" he asked me quietly.
I thought for a moment. "I dunno," I kept moving my hand and he began to move his fingers in and out of me.
"OK," he said. "I just wanted to tell you that I would like to do that with you. But we don't have to."
He put his thumb on my clit. He had found that little move on the net and had tried it on me the week before. I wasn't sure if I liked it then but this day I loved it. I thought about his dick inside me. I was scared and excited about it at the same time. All the things I had read in magazines and heard the girls at school say made me think it wouldn't be that great. But then if it wasn't that great how come so many people wanted to do it all the time. The people in the movies always looked like they were having a great time. Some people even said it hurt. But I trusted Seb. I knew he wouldn't hurt me and I was starting to think I loved him.
"Have you got a thing?" I asked. I didn't want to say the word. Last year for a joke someone had blown up some condoms and used them as balloons at Julie Bank's party. When I touched them they felt disgusting.
"What?" he frowned.
"You know," I felt embarrassed, "A thing for your dick."
The frown disappeared. "Well I hope you don't mind but yes I do." He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a box. It was opened.
"Did you already use one?" I asked.
"Only for practise," he looked sheepish. That was so Seb; the ultimate boy scout, prepared for everything.
He took out a little square packet and put it on the bed between us. Suddenly I felt more scared than I had ever felt and at the exact same moment more excited than ever. He pulled his jeans down so that I could see his dick properly. He was so hard and a little bead of wet stuff shone at the tip.
"Do you want this?" he held up the packet.
I opened my mouth. All the warnings from the sex-ed teachers and my parents to wait and not be one of 'those' girls flashed before my eyes. Then I looked into Seb's eyes and all I could think about was his gentle hands that had never hurt me and how when I was with him I felt like nothing could touch me. "Yes," I whispered.
He ripped open the packet. It seemed like everything went in slow motion. His hands were shaking as he took out the little rubber wheel and put it over his dick. I pulled down my jeans. They got caught over my ankles and I had to bend down to ease them off. When I straightened up he was lying there naked except for the rubber covering his dick. I felt so awkward and didn't know where to lie or put my hands until he took my hand and pulled me close to him. We were both breathing hard and he was shaking so much. He rolled on top of me taking his weight on his hands and looking down at me. I could feel his dick between my legs pressing against my thighs.
"Are you ready?" he asked as he kissed me.
"Yes," I answered straight away. I was never more ready for anything.
He moved a little, "You need to open your legs further," he whispered.
"Oh yeh," I felt so frigging awkward. Like when I was trying to learn to ride a bike. How did the people on the TV make this look so easy?
"It's OK." Seb kissed me again. "It doesn't matter what happens I will still love you."
He reached down and I could feel him fumbling a little with himself then I felt his dick pressing against me. It wasn't anything like his finger. I felt myself stretching a little as he pressed against me, it stung but at the same time I wanted it so much. He pressed into me a little more,
"Is this OK?" his face had a weird look of concentration and concern on it.
"Yes," I reached up and stroked the side of his face. He pressed harder and I felt him easing inside me. I whimpered a little at the sting but at the same time I felt amazing. I kissed him as he pulled out and pushed back in. He started moving faster, in and out. He was touching me in ways he had never done before. I forgot the sting and got caught up in the rhythm. His eyes were closed and he made little grunting noises as he pressed into me. I could feel something building up in me it was intense. My mind was whirling around trying to take in all the things that were happening to me.
Seb moaned and I felt him go stiff on top of me. Between my legs I could feel him pulsing and then he relaxed on top of me. He lay there for a few moments panting. "That was amazing," he kissed me and stroked my face. I wriggled a little under him, he was getting heavy.
"Sorry," he muttered and rolled off me. "Hang on," he got of the bed and pulled to condom off. I watched him as he cleaned himself with a tissue. My hand reached down and I felt around my vag and clit. When I touched myself I felt how huge I was and I groaned a little.
"Here let me help you," he lay down beside me and touched me. I lay back and let him stroke me. I have never cum so hard as I did then.
Afterwards we lay holding each other too stunned to think. My mind was almost splitting open with what we had done. The Little Mix song "Change Your Life" was playing on the radio.