It Feels Like The First Time – #Erotica

My second first time was even better!

I had only been with one man, and our relationship was approaching a rocky end. He was my first time and then became my one and only. We had been together ten years as I was packing to move into my own place, and I wondered how I would ever let another man touch me. I liked what I had with Adam; he made me feel safe, loved, and content. I never wanted to look around for anyone else or even eyeball other men. But after he broke my heart, I realized there was no going back, and I had to make a better choice for myself. It might take some time before I was ready to be with someone new, but I would embark on this journey and make the best of it.  My best friend Amanda would tell me that I needed to go out and sleep with the new guy; she said I would dislike the first time I was with someone new no matter what, so I might as well just get it out of the way. I was apprehensive about it but thought I’d try.

Several months after settling into my own place, I put up a few dating profiles. I talked to several nice men, but no one seemed to compare to my first.  I went on a couple of dates, dinner, a movie….a concert, but I didn’t feel anything inside for any man I encountered. I would go home discouraged, thinking I might die an old maid all alone. Then, one day, I was doing some work in a little café typing away on my laptop when I looked up and saw one of the most handsome men, I had ever seen staring at me from across the room. He was at a table in the corner situated next to a window with a lush tree. The sunlight was illuminating him, and I admired his handsome look. He was well-dressed and looked so suave. He was the first man to catch my attention after the breakup. Even after multiple dates and being out with Amanda at clubs on some weekends, no one turned my head the way he did.

I made eye contact with him and flashed him a shy little smile as I swallowed hard and fidgeted in my seat, uncomfortable with the level of interest he seemed to have in me. It just wasn’t something I was ready for, or so I thought. While part of me felt unready for his attention, another was dying for him to come over and introduce himself. I loved that he was stirring feelings I hadn’t had for a long time, and I was interested in learning more about the handsome stranger sitting at a table in a café across from me.  It was the first time I ever wanted a guy to come over and introduce himself, all while everything inside me resisted the idea. If I had my way, I would probably have stayed alone for a lot longer had Thomas not come into my life that day.  Funny how things work out; my first time meeting him, I was supposed to be somewhere else. But circumstances brought me to a little café to do my writing work, and it was like lightning struck!

Is he going to come over and say anything? I thought as I kept typing, trying to look like I didn’t even notice him. I didn’t want to seem desperate. I certainly wasn’t desperate, either. I could’ve lived just fine on my own, though I was starting to miss sexual intimacy quite a bit. I had saved my virginity for quite some time longer than most girls would’ve. I was almost 19 when I met Adam and had similar feelings stirred inside me then as to what I felt the day I met Thomas. Still, it took about six months of dating him before I was willing to have sex for the first time. I lost my virginity to him, and he stole my heart. We moved in together within two years and were happy until the 10-year mark when everything seemed to crumble. I reminisced, as I sat across from the handsome stranger staring me down, I started to doubt whether I was really ready for this and the fear of that took over. I began to gather my things, deciding to hurry out of there before he could even have a chance to approach me.  I was too late, however.

“Hi there, I’m Thomas,” he said, holding his hand for me to shake it. My big green eyes looked up at him with what must’ve appeared such innocence. And when our eyes met, it was like a fire began raging inside me, bubbling up like steam from a pot of boiling water. My jaw dropped, and I sat silent for a moment unable to speak, smitten by how handsome he looked and how good he smelled! He had every feature that appealed to me in a man; it was like he stepped out of my dreams and into my life. I invited him to sit down, and we talked for a couple of hours that flew by as if it’d only been two minutes. I guess that’s how it is when you meet someone that you click with so well.  Before I knew it Thomas and I were on our second date and he was so romantic.  I knew that soon I wouldn’t be able to help myself; I had been so long since I had sex. Let alone satisfying sex. He stirred something in me that I ached to explore more.

By the end of our second date, I was trying to explain to him that I had only been with one other man, and being with him now was going to be like having sex for the first time all over again, not just with a new person, but in general. I was nervous and wasn’t sure if I was ready.  At the end of our third date, I realized just how ready I was. We had an amazing night that consisted of a sunset dinner, walking along the beach, stargazing, and endless talking, getting to know every corner of one another. It could not have been more perfect, and I was quickly forgetting about my ex.  I had forgotten how good it felt to fall in love.  When Thomas dropped me off, I was too nervous to invite him in, but 30 minutes after he left, I found myself picking up the phone and calling him to come back over. I needed him, and more importantly, I wanted him so much!

As I waited for his arrival, I lit a few candles, wanting my first time with him to be simply magical. I put a few curls in my long blonde hair and slipped on a green satin nightie with a matching robe. When he arrived back at my place I opened the door, threw my arms around him, and began kissing his lips.  “I want you, Thomas! I don’t want to wait another day. I’m ready for our first time together right now.” I said pulling away breathlessly. He flashed a sexy little smile as he shut my apartment door behind him. He didn’t waste a second! He picked me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom where he laid me down. He began kissing me so passionately, that I had forgotten I was nervous at all. “I want our first time to be special; I want you to feel safe and cared for,” he whispered as he placed small kisses down my neck.

I opened my legs and pulled him in between them, caressing his face as we kissed deeply. His hand slid down between my thighs and his fingers felt like magic slipping into me. Yet, that was nothing compared to what I would feel the first time his thickness penetrated me deeply. He placed small kisses down my chest, twirling his tongue around my erect nipples. I moaned, and my back arched the sensation of the suction he used to pull my nipples deeply into his mouth. “Please, I want you inside of me!” I whimpered pulling at him and trying to guide him into me.  Within seconds, he was penetrating me, his hips pumping up and down slowly and deeply. The room was spinning and it felt like pure magic. It was exactly as I had wished the first time with my second lover would feel. Our tongues twirled endlessly; we fondled one another’s bodies, aching to have more and more of each other. And soon I felt him, his warmth exploding inside me as his groans of pleasure sent rushes of tingles up and down my spine.

As I lay there falling asleep in his arms, I was so thankful that my first time was with him. I was so grateful I was at that café that day to meet this beautiful person who would become my second love in life!