You never forget the first time.
Barefoot in the kitchen – that’s how he wanted me, he said. He’d read it somewhere in one of his dad’s books. He was intelligent and knew stuff. He was 16, only one day older than me.
We talked, kissed and fumbled a bit, his tentative hands exploring my young breasts but going no further. I’d been so turned on I wanted him to go all the way but he said no, it had to be right. Right time, right place. As I said, he knew stuff.
Max turned the key. Inside it was basic with a fold-up bed in the corner, a tiny table, a cupboard and small shelf with a kettle. Max turned to me with excited eyes and tilted my chin towards his lips. He kissed me softly, then told me to sit in the corner while he busied himself taking blankets out of the cupboard and arranging them on the bed. The beach hut was chilly but as he led me over to the bed his body warmed me. Holding me tightly next to him and kissing me softly, I listened to his voice, deep and manly but still cracking now and then. We talked about our journey down from Putney. How we’d laughed as we ran on to the platform catching the train to the south coast. Free at last, running away to live together.
Max said he could get a job, nobody would find us here as no-one used his gran’s hut anymore. After a week, he said, he’d have some cash to find a proper room. He suggested I might find some waitressing in the seafront café and go to college one day a week. It would be hard at first. Was I prepared for that? he asked. I told him I was and kissed him again, full on the lips, this time licking the inside of his mouth and over his teeth. His hand moved up to my breast, slipping underneath the thin cotton.
“You haven’t got a bra on!” he said, pushing me back to look at my face.
“I never do with this dress, it would show.” I told him, bringing his hand back to my taut nipple.
He groaned slightly as he began to kiss my neck and, for the first time, used his tongue to move to my nipple. Here, he sucked it eagerly into his mouth like a ripe cherry, pulling on it making me arch my back and close my eyes. This seemed to make him moan more and his hand was on the inside of my knee, moving upwards. I touched his jeans and felt the bulge, the outline of his cock. I undid the belt, which was an awkward process and made us giggle nervously. It seemed to spring out, looking red and urgent, somehow.
“Oh!” I gasped. It was larger than I’d expected but I didn’t say so.
“Hold it,” Max said, “like this.”
He wrapped his hand around mine gripping his cock, squeezing slightly and letting go and moving it up and down. Then, he slid his hand under my blue lace knickers, where they’d never been before. His fingers tickled, traced and probed my wetness, pushing inside.
“I want to fuck you,” he suddenly said, as though he could hold it back no longer.
“Do it,” I urged, taking his tongue inside my mouth.
“In a minute,” he said and bent his head down, replacing his fingers with his tongue. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Relax,” he told me, pushing his tongue onto my clitoris.
Again and again he flicked it, licked it and sank his strong tongue into me, making me gasp, red-faced, as I came, twitching and throbbing under his face, my hands on his head.
“Now I’ll fuck you,” I heard him say as I struggled to recover from the intense pleasure. I felt him remove his jeans and fiddle with a condom. I looked down to see his cock getting closer to my moist, slippery c**t as he positioned himself on top of me, kissing me and making sure it was in the right place.
Slowly, he eased his cock inside and it was natural to lift my hips to meet his as he searched my face for any pain he might cause. Seeing none, he slipped it in further until it was all the way in. So this was it, I thought. No wonder people went on about it all the time, it felt just wonderful. Meant to be. I was complete, like I’d been empty for so long. He smiled and grunted at the same time, his eyes full of love, pulling out and in again, slowly, carefully. I found myself coming again, contracting around his cock, moaning softly and sighing with happiness.
“I swear that’s the best sound in the world,” said Max, listening to my ecstasy. “I’m going to come … I’m coming.”
I held on tightly to him, my legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in, holding him, keeping him inside me where he belonged as he finished inside me, panting loudly.
A few seconds later, we lay breathless and blissful. “We’re together now,” he told me, “forever. I’ll never leave your side.”
His body slid from mine and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. Seagulls woke us early swooping over our love nest. Wearing his baggy Harrington jacket and nothing else, I stood by the kettle making us hot tea with biscuits, the only food we’d brought.
“Barefoot in the kitchen.” Max smiled, happy.
Later he asked me to put his ready cock into my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing but licked as he had licked me, then put my lips over the whole thing. He pushed in, groaning his approval. He moved my head how he wanted and I was happy to let him. I took it as deep as I could, gagging now and then, I couldn’t help it.
I licked from the base right along the shaft and, licking my lips and looking into his eyes, took it down again, this time pushing at my throat. My fingers found his balls and I caressed them as I did it. Unexpectedly, he pushed my head firmly onto it and I felt the splash hit the back of my throat again and again. My impulse was to pull back but he kept me there and I tried to swallow it. Some of it I drank down, some dripped out over his cock and ran down my chin. He took me in his arms and pulled me close, squeezing me tightly so I felt safer than I’d ever felt.
“I love you, `Sophe,” he said, “it’s just us now.”
“I love you.”
“Let’s go down to the sea!” he whispered all of a sudden, pulling on his jeans.
I joined him, getting my own jeans out of my bag. Peering through the side curtain, I saw the sky was all blue, it was a new day and the waves were crashing against the stones. We were young, we were full of life, in love and we were free. No longer boy and girl, we were man and woman. With beaming, fresh faces, we donned our shabby old trainers and opened our little wooden door to the outside world.
