A Tight End in Virgin Territory

I admit to being just a sap for true love. It has a lot to do with my early upbringing, And young love, first love? Shit, not much better than that. The second Private Lesson is an ode to young, pure love.

With a flutter her eyes opened and she slowly beamed at him, “Oh my god. That was…that was like nothing I have ever felt before. She wrapped her arms around Harry and crushed him to her. She whispered into his ear, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys who lick you to unconsciousness.”

“You think I’m saying that just because you made me come? Lisa looked a little hurt by Harry’s words.

“I don’t know; it just seems so sudden.”

“I don’t love you just because you crushed my physical world, though that didn’t hurt any. I love for who you are.”

Harry was intrigued. What was she getting at? “Oh?”

“In 10th grade we had Mr. Creet’s science class together. Me, you, Leslie Williams and Terry Cross were working on a team project and Terry didn’t even do his part, he didn’t even try, and our project was a disaster. You said as team leader it was your fault things didn’t get done right, but we all knew it was Terry. You take responsibility, you protect the people you work with, you don’t make excuses, you don’t pile on someone you don’t like even though that would have been easy given it was Terry.”

Harry was completely taken aback, Lisa noticed?

“Last year in English you read your paper to the class, the story you wrote about losing at love and the pain that brought you, but how you wouldn’t change a thing about any of it because from the pain you were able to better appreciate when you did feel love, that it made it even sweeter. You said that knowing there might be pain in the future did not diminish your capacity to love in the present. You have a huge, open heart. You didn’t see it, but you made me cry.”

Harry’s sight was momentarily blurred as tears welled up in his eyes.

Harry nestled his face into her flowing locks and kissed around her ear before he breathed, “I love you too.”

She pushed him back and looked into his eyes, nodding slowly, “I think you do.”

“I know I do. I don’t even know how to describe to you what I am feeling. I guess you could say that nothing about you feels new to me. Your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin on mine, it all feels like something old, and not ‘old’ like not young, but ‘old’ like primal. Like some primal part of me has always known you and has simply been waiting for you…for us to be...reunited?” Lisa just nodded up at him. She couldn’t speak, she could barely see, her eyes a teary mess, but she did her best to communicate back that she understood. That she felt it too. There was something going on between them that was far beyond losing virginities. They were meant to be; perhaps they had been together in the past, in a past life. She wasn’t sure she believed in such things as past lives, but she knew she believed in Harry.

Harry was her man, her man and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

She softly breathed the request to Harry, “Please, I need my man to make love to me.”

Harry brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her, softly at first, but with increasing passion. As he did so, he repositioned himself on top of Lisa again. Up on his elbows he slowly ran his hands over her face, tracing its contours and outlines. His eyes never lost their lock on Lisa’s, losing himself in the emerald pools that seemed to blaze with an unworldly light. She had been so right; it was time they made love.

His turgid staff was poised at the opening of her seeping womanhood. The spongy head bumped against her labia and they flowered open to accept his cock. He fell into her eyes; she was being sucked up into his. She could feel them becoming one. With the slightest of movements three inches of Harry’s cock slid effortlessly into the steaming caldron of Lisa’s cunt. No pain. No effort.

“Oh shit,” Lisa grunted. She had used toys before and hadn’t had a hymen in years, but nothing quite prepared her for the exquisite feeling of Harry’s throbbing hot shaft sliding into her tight clasping fuck hole. It was that feeling again, of something missing suddenly evaporating, of an unnoticed hunger suddenly being sated. “Give me all of you,” she whispered through her perpetual smile.