The last dance of the high school year was coming to an end, reminding the seniors that it was indeed a bittersweet night. I was glad that graduation was just days away, but I was sad that I had not had as much fun as some of my friends had experienced, especially the girl-magnet Ben. He definitely sampled from all types of girls, from athletes, cheerleaders, partiers, and even unpopular ones who caught his eye. I was standing next to a pole in the basement of the school, watching Ben dance with a busty blonde named Liza. I wasn't sure if she was one of his conquests, yet. We were not close friends, but he usually told me all about the girls who willingly had sex with him.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Deborah, a fellow senior who was one of Ben's conquests. She was one of the few that he said he bedded down more than once, telling me that the blonde with blue eyes and a slinky body really got into the sex. She was not content to let him do all the work and made him give his best to satisfy her. Even though she was not as popular as other girls, it seemed like it was a choice that she had made on her own. As Deborah got closer to me, I knew she was coming to talk to me. We had flirted throughout high school but unfortunately never took it beyond that. For me, she was connected to Ben and gave the impression she was off-limits, but graduation was the variable that could change that.
"Hey, Deb," I said, noticing that she was standing next to me but staring at Ben and Liza with a worried look on her face.
"I guess she wins this night," Deborah said, looking shaken by what she was seeing.
"They're just dancing," I said, trying to be reasonable.
"For now," she said, biting her lower lip.
Ben, knowing that he was being watched intently by Deborah, tried to blend into a corner of the dance floor away from her unwavering gaze. I didn't know how bad to feel for her, fully understanding that their relationship had only mattered if they were simultaneously available for a hookup at a moment's notice. I wanted to ask her to dance, not because I was feeling sorry for her, but because I thought she looked sexy in her silver dress with sequins that hugged her hips and allowed for plenty of jiggle coming from her rack. Her hair was full of curls and her makeup was applied perfectly.
"Dance with me the next slow one?" I said, hopefully.
"Sure," she said, without hesitating.
"You look amazing in that dress," I said, touching her arm.
"I feel so sexy in it," she said, running her hands down her hips.
The next song was a slow one, causing me to extend a hand to Deborah. She took my hand, and we headed for the dance floor. Settling on a space in the middle, Ben and Liza silently passed by us. Part of me felt that I was taking something that belonged to Ben, but I didn't care. Deborah looked amazing, and he was obviously going to find a private retreat with his potential conquest. I placed my hands on Deborah's hips, and she put her hands on my shoulders. With her three-inch heels, we were practically eye to eye, hoping to find something special or transcendent between us. Our movements were slow, touching her was the highlight of the dance, feeling her soft curves and smelling her untamed perfume.
"I really thought he'd want to spend our last dance together," Deborah said, squeezing my shoulders.
"I was surprised to see them together," I said, letting my hand travel to the top of her butt.
"She just broke up with her boyfriend. I guess Ben has a chance to fuck the one remaining girl left on his list of desirable girls he wanted to fuck before graduation."
"I forgot about that list of his."
"Yeah, I used to joke with him that he was not going to complete the list because of Liza. Looks like I was wrong, and she is his prize before we graduate."
"It still may not happen," I said, knowing that was probably a lie.
"No, I think he's got her," Deborah said, kissing me on the cheek.
The song was over, and we disengaged, not wanting to switch dance styles with the shift in music tempo. I held her hand as we walked off the dance floor, feeling like I had made a claim on her while Ben had seemingly dispatched her for another lover. Deborah seemed lighter on her feet than before we started our dance; I took that as a cue that the night might offer something tangible between us. She kissed me on the lips as we turned to watch what new moves were being featured by the dancers. Not far from us, sitting at a table with Liza, was Ben; he smiled at me before putting his arm around his date. Deborah was no longer looking out for Ben, acting as if she were suddenly over whatever he had meant to her.
"Are you going to Shani's party later? Her parents are out of town," I said, caressing Deborah's bare arm.
"I wasn't planning on it. I never really got along with her," Deborah said, looking at me with wide eyes.
"Is she on Ben's list too?"
"Yeah, he got her some time ago."
" I was joking."
"I know you were. It doesn't matter."
"You want to hang out with me the rest of the night?" I said, expectantly.
"I thought we were already at that point," Deborah said, leaning in for a wet kiss with a little tongue action.
"Just confirming it," I said, giving her some of my own tongue.
"Let me go say bye to Julie and Patty really quickly. I won't be long, and we can leave after that."
"Sure."
I watched her walk away with more of a purpose than she had had earlier, moving faster and taking longer steps. There was a nervous energy flowing through me, while I imagined getting her out of her silver dress to discover the body that Ben had raved about so many times. I watched her as she was talking to the girls she had come with, pointing over to me; I felt slightly uneasy when her friends looked my way, giving me the impression that they would hear all about whatever Deborah and I did together.
"Let's go," she shouted to me as she walked towards me, announcing our partnership to whomever could hear.
"Do your friends approve?" I said, laughing.
"Patty looked like she wanted to come with us. I think maybe she likes you."
"Should we bring her along?"
"Where would that big booty of hers fit?" Deborah said, kicking her foot behind her playfully.
"Good point."
We moved away from the music and from our fellow students, leaving behind another part of high school. I looked to see if Ben was watching us, but he was making out with Liza. Deborah did not look his way at all, holding my hand tightly as we exited the school and headed for my car. There were a few other couples doing the same, taking the night beyond the dance floor. Standing next to my car, Deborah wrapped her arms around me and ran her tongue along my neck. I squeezed her ass as she did so, wanting to familiarize myself with her body.
I pressed Deborah against my car, kissing her with some tongue and with anticipation. She brought her knee up and gently prodded my cock with it. I was semi-hard and liked the feeling of her forcefulness on me. After she took her leg away, Deborah grabbed my penis with her hand and tugged on it as if they already knew each other. She acted as if the two of us were sexually familiar. For me, it was all new and wonderful; she was all new and wonderful to me. I wanted to be as big and as good as the moment that beckoned us was.
"Get a room!" Someone shouted to us from a passing car.
"That sounds like a good idea," Deborah whispered in my ear.
"Let's go," I said, whispering in her ear.
"Can you handle it?" She said, pulling away to look at me seriously.
"Yes. I have a charge card."
"Good. Let's go."
The ride to a decent motel was not very long, but it still gave us enough time to make-out at stop lights and to touch each other's body parts as much as possible. I squeezed her titties with my eyes on the road, and Deborah tried to distract me by squeezing my cock and balls. I tried to get my hand under her dress, but she stopped me from doing so. Traffic was light, but I still had to be careful not to do anything stupid. She laughed when I ran a red light, rolled the window down and screamed some profanities.
"What's your hurry?" She said, laughing some more.
"You're my hurry," I said, offering her my hand.
I turned into the motel parking lot and got a room for us. The attendant kept staring at Deborah, making me feel like I was finally that guy with that girl on his arm for the first time. Our room was small but furnished for our needs, with a king-sized bed to accommodate a couple of average students with above-average desires for each other. Deborah slipped into the center of the room, modeling her body in her memorable dress with sequins. I knew that Ben choosing Liza over her made being with Deborah possible. I debated whether to tell her that I was still a virgin at 18 but decided not to say anything.
There was no music playing, but Deborah still moved as though she had found a musical rhythm that inspired her. She raised the bottom of her dress to show me her lean thighs, revealing her smooth and pale skin. I only moved forward a little, wanting to see more of how she moved and how into our moment she was. My expectations were beyond anything I had ever known, as we locked eyes and exchanged an unspoken energy.
Deborah extended her arms, calling for me and signifying that it was time to finish the dance we had started at school. I moved into the space she was offering, holding her by the arms and leaning in for a kiss. Our tongues sought each other out, playfully and willfully joining in an oral endeavor to kick off the party. I felt the sexy sequins of her dress, knowing it was time it had to come off. She looked stunningly fashionable at the dance, dressing to stand out from the other girls. Deborah easily accomplished that, and now she was alone with me, or I alone with her.
I grabbed the hem of her dress and looked at her face for her reaction; she was smiling brilliantly, motivating me to unclothe her. I pulled slowly at first, but when I got the bottom of her dress just below her panties, I paused a moment before swiping up rather quickly. She lifted her arms as if in victory, making it easier for me to leave her with just her underwear and strappy heels on. Deborah wore a black bra that exposed the tops of her breasts, and she had on matching panties. I stepped back to see just how she looked nearly naked. Her breasts were spilling out and the front of her panties looked wet and in need of attention.
"You're amazing," I said, sensing that she was blushing.
"Kiss me," she said, opening her arms again.
I grabbed her ass before kissing her, feeling her firm bottom and sliding my hands under her full panties. We stared at each other, knowing that we were committed to ending high school as momentary and desperate lovers. After a few seconds of exploring her ass, I started to kiss her, pressing my body into hers, unifying us as one. Deborah whispered in my ear that she wanted me to take off her panties and lick her wet pussy; she pushed my head down, directing me to the center of the matter.
On my knees, and facing my first vagina, I tugged down on her panties and helped her step out of them. There it was, shaved, wet, and pulsating. I stuck out my tongue and cautiously probed her opening, looking for something I had only imagined for so long. Her body was at ease, accepting my first attempt at oral stimulation. When she was satisfied with my effort, Deborah grabbed me by the head and thrust it into her pussy. I was waiting for her to start laughing like she had after I ran the red light, but she only moaned.
Deborah started to move me towards the bed, holding my head and forcing me to follow her on my knees. I looked up to her, surrendering to her, watching her titties jiggle seductively. She went to the side of the bed and sat on the edge of it, smiling as if this was all about her pleasure. Deborah opened her legs, so I could lick her pussy some more, letting me make contact with her clitoris. She moaned loudly, tossing her head back and tensing her body. I wasn't sure that I had anything to do with the good feelings going on for her, thinking that I was there as an inexperienced tool only for her needs.
Primed for something else from me, Deborah released me of my first duty and scooted ono the middle of the bed, keeping her legs wide open. That was my cue to remove my clothes and to join her in something rewarding for me. I took everything off as fast as I could, letting her see my average build with a slightly above-average working piece. She laughed at me, as I crawled on the bed and over to her. She lifted her legs onto my shoulders; her still-heeled feet dangled sexily.
"Are you ready to lose your virginity with me?" She said, knowingly.
"How did you know this is my first time?" I said, placing my cock at her entrance.
"Shut up! It doesn't matter."
Her wetness and the work I had done earlier, made getting into her sacred space easy. I glided in as if I had parked there before, letting her feel and get used to my size. I started to pump Deborah, instinctively taking control of the moment. Her breasts jiggled and one bounced out of her bra, revealing an erect, pink nipple. I could tell she needed more from me, wanting me to thrust as deep as I could to coax her experienced anatomy to cycle through its abilities. I tried to do just that, seemingly pounding her as if drilling through her.
"Fuck me harder!" Deborah shouted, encouraging me to ravage her.
"Bitch!" I shouted, thinking she needed to hear that.
I reached for her bra and pulled it above her tits, letting both of her tits out. Her breasts bounced in unison with my thrusts, putting on a show of their own. My dick felt comfortable inside her pussy, rubbing along her walls and making contact with her queen clit. I held on to her nipples, flesh, hair and even her face, as I tried to reach my orgasm. She was just as busy, thrusting her hips aggressively, refusing to let me lead completely.
"So good for a virgin," she said, wrapping her legs around me and digging one heel into my back.
"Almost not a virgin," I said, hunkering down for the ride to the finish line.
I was close, feeling like this was more than just sex with anyone; I was with Deborah, a classmate and fellow graduate I had known and lusted after for a while. There was so much wrong with how things worked out for her and Ben, but maybe because there was so much right going on for me, it could even out for Deborah. Zooming in from someplace undeniable and primal, my orgasm leapt out of the gate and raced ahead of my past of no sex. I could feel my ejaculate fill Deborah up, and I could see from the look on her face that she had received something tangible too.
We shared a long kiss, capping the moment we had just gone through. I felt so grateful, so awakened by my orgasm. Part of me wanted to make Deborah something regular in my life, but part of me knew that she had other plans for herself.
"That was overdue," I said, moving off of her and finding a spot next to her.
"Congratulations," she said, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry if you didn't get anything out of it," I said, looking at her for a reaction and seeing cum oozing out of her pussy.
"I did earlier; I had a small one, but it was good, thanks to you."
"Glad I could help you with that," I said, kissing her and rubbing her belly.
The mood had gone from one of frenzy to contemplation for her; she was probably thinking of Ben and how Liza had won out. It didn't matter to me; I had lost my virginity in a way I would not forget. My cock was recharging, and I was getting ready to have some more fun with Deborah. I realized that our connection was only sexual, and that she probably imagined I was Ben. I didn't mind that at all, understanding this was a one-off experience anyway. Unless she sought me out for another sexual adventure, I doubted she would make herself available to me again.
In only minutes, Deborah was on all fours, giving me access to herself again. She worked in concert with me, melding our movements as one. I ran my hand across her soft back, wishing to leave my imprint on her as proof I had spent time with her. She started to moan again, and I was sure that she had barked like a dog at least twice. I wanted to howl myself, letting her know that she had unleashed something primal in me.
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