Remembering Our Time

I remember that we were both acting nervous. We both laid down on the bed, and I asked, ?Do you want to talk about what we did today??

Carrie looked away, with a contemplative demeanor. Then she said playfully, ?I?d rather just do it all again. Or? well, at least??

It was funny. Neither of us wanted to say what we were about to do. I didn?t know enough to just start; I wasn?t confident enough. And she seemed really nervous, which made me want to spend my time calming her down, instead of trying to turn her on.

Teenagers.

I resorted to dumb humor, ?What did we do earlier? I remember kissing. I think that?s all. You want me to kiss you again??

She nodded.

I leaned over and pressed my mouth to hers. Her leg wrapped around me, and her hips began grinding into mine. I rolled over between her legs, and I began pushing my hips down. Even though we were still clothed, it simulated the movements we both wanted. She let out a moan, and she began bucking her hips into mine.

The bed began squeaking loudly. We both laughed and slowed down. The squeaking kept happening, though.

She finally whispered, ?Let?s get on the floor.?

I nodded, and we both got up.

I took the opportunity to strip her. First her shirt, and her bra. When I reached for her pants, she pulled my shirt off instead.

Both shirtless, I wrapped her up, and cherished the feeling of her naked breasts against my chest. We took turns pulling each other?s pants and underwear down, and then she reached for a blanket and put it on the floor. She also grabbed some pillows.

Before we laid down, I whispered in her ear, ?Can I kiss you again??

She nodded.

My hand trailed down, ending up between her legs. I began rubbing her mound, and asked, ?Can I kiss you down there??

She moaned and then put her hand over her mouth and began laughing. She nodded with her hand still covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling with her smiling face.

I motioned for her to lie down, and she did. I kissed her public bone, and began licking her clit like I had earlier.

She whispered, ?Can you lick lower down??

I nodded vigorously, with my tongue still on her clit, which made her start to squeal. Then she quickly covered her mouth again and was laughing.

I?ll never forget the first time really eating her out. She was already wet, and she tasted so fresh. (We?d both showered before dinner.) When I thought about what I was doing, I would get nervous, but inevitably, I?d fumble into something that made her moan, and that would restore my confidence. I learned that if I just listened to her sounds, and if I listened to her movements, that I didn?t even have to think. She told me everything I needed to know, and she did it in the most seductive way.

Looking back, I realize that the sexual moments Carrie and I shared were so pure and honest. And I know now, after being with other women, how unique what we had was.

I attribute it to the fact that we hadn?t learned bad habits from poor lovers. We didn?t have any sexual hang-ups, birthed from insincere partners.

Of course I have to wonder: What would it be like today?

Back then, we had the love and trust of one another, and that was all we needed to have mind blowing sex.

So, in that moment, I listened to Carrie?s body, as she tried to stay quiet. I alternated between using my fingers and my tongue, and remember what I was doing when she came.

My middle finger was inside of her, my tongue was licking her opening, and my other hand was rubbing her clit. I looked up, and she was squeezing her own breasts, pulling her nipples almost violently, and she started to let out a loud moan, but quickly grabbed a pillow and smashed it to her face. Her hips bucked, and I kept my fingers inside.

Because of our experiences playing earlier, I was able to assume she had just cum. But I also remembered how good it felt when she kept playing with me after I came. So I kept my finger inside, I kept slowly licking, and soon enough, her legs were kicking straight into the air, as she bucked her hips again and again, screaming into the pillow.

After a particularly explosive bucking, I noticed that she was slowing down. So I moved to her side, keeping one hand slowly rubbing her mound. I moved the pillow from her face and kissed her.

She asked, ?Did I get your face all wet??

I nodded. ?Your beautiful pussy got so wet. You?re unbelievable.?

She laughed, and said, ?I have never cum like that before. So you are unbelievable.?

Obviously, she?d never been with anyone else before, but I still took this as an amazing compliment, and chalked it up as my crowning achievement in life. I was ecstatic. Or maybe just in love. Either way, it felt amazing.

She wrapped her leg around me, as we laid face to face on the floor. My cock rubbed on her stomach, and she moved her hips so that it was pointed between her legs. She pushed toward me slowly, and I felt my cockhead rub against her hard clit, and then her slick labia wrapped around it.

We froze like that. The sensation was incredible. We both knew to put on a condom before we actually fucked, but feeling her pussy lips envelope my cock was the most amazing feeling.