INNOCENT FIRST LOVE

They were walking in the meadow. Both were young, very young. She was 18, pretty and innocent. He was 19, strong and handsome. They were laughing, playing and dancing in the meadows. The sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They were happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath and watch the setting sun. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes, enjoying his tender show of affection. He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he doing she thinks. Why is he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth? At first she resists but when their tongues meet. She likes it. They kiss wildly sucking each other’s tongues and lips. She feels his hand on her small mounts, tenderly caressing and squeezing them. No, no he shouldn’t do that I must stop him, but it feels so nice. Stop him. Stop him now says her mind. Let him continue what harm he can do. It feels so nice counters her body. I will stop him when the right time comes, she promises herself. He presses her down on her back. They lie kissing. She savoring the new feelings with her eyes closed. Suddenly she feels his mouth on her bare skin. She opens her eyes. She finds he has opened her blouse and laid her breasts bare. He is kissing her hard pointed pink nipples. What is he going to do? Suddenly he takes one of them in his mouth and starts to suck it like a baby? Why is doing this doesn’t he know that there is no milk in my bubbies. Stop him now, before it is too late, advises her mind. I have never felt such wonderful sensation before. Please, let him continue for some more time pleads her body. She closes her eyes to enjoy this new sensation. What is happening? My thighs have become wet, but why? How? Her mind seeks an answer. He has not touched them. While still struggling for an answer she feels the cool breeze hitting her thighs. Oh my God! He has lifted my skirt. He is looking at my nakedness with lust in his eyes. The thought that he was looking at her nakedness, which she had concealed from the gaze of everyone for years, made her blush. What is he doing? He has pushed my panties aside. Oh! He is bending towards m...my ‘shame’. My God! He is kissing me there. No, no don’t kiss me there. It is not right. Suddenly she felt his tongue flicking between her lower lips. Don’t do that it is dirty. Oh! It feels sooooo nice. Enjoy yourself as long as you can her body tells her. Get off me. No, I don’t want it. This is what she wanted to tell him as she felt him on top of her but no words came. He has separated my legs and his fingers are fumbling down there. What is he looking for? He has now separated the lower lips. Oh Lord! He is looking for m…my…my…Stop him! He shouldn’t! Oh he mustn’t! I tell you. This is your last chance otherwise it will be too late shouts her mind. But she couldn’t hear it any more. Oh, oh he has found my… What is this warm feeling? Oh! He has placed his hardness on my shame. It is pressing for entry? It is his manhood. Stop! Stop please! Stop I don’t want you to do this, she cried, beating her fists on his broad chest but again the words died deep in her throat and no sound came to her lips. It was already too late. She had waited too long. He pressed in. Oh, it is going inside me. How can his big thing enter my small…? Before she realizes the swollen head of his hard member enters her virgin body. Oww, it hurt. It is so big and thick. He will surely tear my body in two. I will die. She made another last-ditch effort to stop him. Please let me go she begged and struggled trying to dislodge him. All this did not make any impression on him. He was mad with lust. Then comes a merciless push. His hardness moves into her. ‘AAAAAAAYYYYYIIIIEEEE,’ she cries. She felt something inside her being stretched and then rendered, followed by excruciating pain.She begged and pleaded with him to let her go but in answer he only shoved again and again till he was fully inside her. My God! He is inside me now. Thank God! I am still alive. The fires of pain were still burning inside her. Tears were flowing freely from her eyes. Was it because of the pain she felt or was it a small tribute to her virginity, now a thing of the past? What is he doing? Pushing in and out but why? Why does he not leave me now? He has achieved what he wanted. Please let me go she said but this was only wishful thinking, as it was not to be. He continued to push himself in and out of her. She was confused the fires of pain were dying out. A different type of fire was replacing them, the fire of pleasure and rising passion. She closed her eyes to live this new feeling more completely. Yes, yes this new feeling was very pleasant. Increasing with every in and out stroke of his big member.Why does he not move faster? Yes, faster and harder, she wanted to shout. The intensity of her feelings was about to reach its pinnacle. She felt a sense of urgency in her. To hurry it up she raised her bottoms to meet his downward stroke only to be pushed back as he smacked into her. She tried again and again. His strokes had become faster and harder. Yes, yes, go on like this. Hit me, hit me harder. The level of her reservoir was rising. It was nearly full, ready to overflow at any moment now. His strokes got faster and shorter. Her breath was now coming in gasps. She was panting and moaning loudly. Then suddenly she felt jets of a warm liquid being squirted into her body. At this very moment her dam broke and her juices started to flow. There was no stopping them. She came. She came in torrents, like a stream flowing down a mountain in the rainy season. She just lay under him with her eyes closed, panting and moaning, enjoying this intense sensation, she was feeling for the first time in her life. She opened her eyes and looked at his face bathed in sweat. She kissed him tenderly murmuring words of love in his ears. She had already forgotten all the pain she had endured and remembered only the pleasure he had given her body today. Today was her ‘first time’ but it will definitely not be the last time. She looked at the setting sun. There will be a tomorrow and another tomorrow and yet another tomorrow………..The endDear friends, Love, is many a splendor thing, especially one’s first love. Hope you enjoyed it as they did. In this short piece I have tried to catch the thoughts of an innocent young girl, who for the ‘first time’ experiences the pleasure of physical love.