THE FIRST TIME COUPLE: Part 1

THE FIRST TIME COUPLE: Part 1

This is a fictitious story which I have based on true accounts from friends, along with personal experience. This is not a hard sex story; it is the commencement of a romantic tale of first experiences and the feelings experienced by many, many people, when confronted by sexual situations and sensations for the first time. It includes masturbation and the thoughts of a couple who are sexually inexperienced, yet desperate for their first time to arrive. I hope you enjoy.

James Horton was an ordinary sixteen year old lad. Living in England, he loved football, rugby and cricket, although he was only proficient when on the football field. At five feet ten, with short light brown hair and brown eyes, he was a good looking young man, only he lacked self-confidence around the opposite sex. He had never had a proper girlfriend and longed for the day that the girl of his dreams walked into his life, lighting it up with passion, love and understanding. He knew many girls at college, and had plenty of female friends on internet chat sites, yet no one to hold and kiss.

He awoke on that Friday morning with the usual erection, and put his hand down onto his favourite body part, gently rubbing. A face appeared in his mind. He smiled. He saw the girl every morning, whilst on his way to the college. She was not what one would describe as ‘beautiful’, yet she evoked emotions within him. She had long dirty blonde hair, and a face with somewhat square features. Through the glasses she wore, he had noticed that she possessed blue eyes, which he liked. James had never seen her smile; nevertheless, in his imagination, her smile was sweet, transforming her features. He had only ever seen her in jeans and a jacket, and she appeared to be slim, her build being what some would call ‘slight’. He had tried working out the shape of her bottom and breasts; only the clothing she wore was baggy, hiding her true form from the world.

Imagining the girl kissing him, James closed his eyes and ran his hand up and down his penis, enjoying the sensation that filled his lower regions. Moving his hips, he felt his scrotum, his mental image being one of her doing just what he was. With the sensation increasing stroke by stroke, James let out a small sigh, squeezing his glans and softly running a finger along his frenulum. Aware that he was close to orgasm, he pulled the covers off him, looking down at his erection, increasing the speed of his hand. Half a minute later, semen jetted from his penis, leaving a string that ran from his naval, up to the lower point of his ribs. He groaned as he released a second and then a third, with smaller spurts as he decreased the speed of his hand. He lay there, thinking about the alluring girl, snapping out of his trance as the feeling of guilt entered his mind. He picked up a tissue, wiped himself off and made his way into the shower.

Walking to the college to meet his friends, James once again thought about the girl. Say hello, a voice within him said. It can’t do any harm, so just do it. With a new found determination, he walked on. His heart was beating furiously. He passed a line of shops and went to turn the corner, where the girl appeared. James, surprised at the girl appearing at that point, had no time to smile. Irritated, he exhaled loudly, looking back at her as she continued on her way. Another encounter had passed with no result. Dolefully, he turned around and continued his journey, wondering if he would ever get to speak to her.

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It was Wednesday evening. James was due to meet his friends at the local youth centre. He wore the clothes he considered to be the more attractive, looking at himself in the mirror before descending the stairs and saying goodbye to his parents, who wished him a good time.

The club was busy when James arrived. He purchased a cola at the bar and made off to join his friends, who were gathered in the corner of the room. They greeted him and asked him if he would join them at a party on the other side of town.

‘I suppose so,’ James said.
‘There’ll be loads of birds there,’ said Mal, who was a close friend to James. He too had experienced no luck with girls.

‘Good,’ James said with a grin.
‘We’re going to stop off at The Crown along the way,’ Andy, another friend, said. ‘My brother will get drinks for us.’

‘Cool,’ James said. He seldom drank alcohol, and on the rare occasions that he did, he was careful not to drink too much. He had seen the state that some of his friends got into, and did not wish to be like that.

An hour later, the group left the club and began walking slowly towards the pub, all laughing and joking. James was the quieter member of the group, yet he was the wittier of them, often coming out with comments that would have them rolling in the aisles.

The pub was unusually busy for a Wednesday. James looked around at some of the girls, who were dressed provocatively, the contours of their breasts, bottoms and legs clear to see. James stood beside Andy, who had given his brother some money and had brought drinks across for them, instructing the lads to keep them from view of the bar.

Andy saw some girls that he knew, inviting James across with a flick of his head. James had seen the girls before, and considered Mandy, a tall girl with long black hair, as attractive. She was wearing a tight top that showed her ample breasts off beautifully, and a tiny skirt with black leggings. He was about to speak to her when someone caught his eye.

He looked across the room to see the girl he passed every morning. His heart began beating faster as he looked at her. She was wearing a baggy jumper, and jeans, which were tighter than usual. He liked the look of her legs. I have to speak to her, he thought. What do I say? Will I look like an idiot? Will she speak to me?

He moved slowly away from Andy and turned towards the girl, who glanced at him, smiling briefly before turning to the girl next to her. James’s nerves played games with him as he approached, stopping five metres from her, standing alone. Uncertain of what to do, he thought deeply. Had it not been for the girls she was with, he would have gone across. A minute later, a girl who had been beside her moved away. This is your chance, the voice within his head said. Go and say hello!

Carrying his drink, James walked slowly towards her. Seeing her glance at him, he smiled. “Hi.”

“Hello.” Her voice was soft, and barely audible due to the music and noise from the surrounding throng in the background.

“I see you every morning.”
“I see you as well.”
James found himself stuck for words, finally blurting, “I think you’re pretty.”
The girl laughed. “Thanks, but I’m not. I’m Ruth.”

“You are. I’m James.”
“Thanks, James. I think you’re cute looking.”
“Thanks, Ruth, but girls usually ignore me.”
Ruth smiled coyly. “Well, I’m not ignoring you. Anyway, boys usually ignore me.”

“I would never ignore you.” James had been gaining in confidence with each syllable spoken. “Would you like to sit down?”

Ruth smiled warmly. “Yes, I would. There’s a spare table in the corner.”

They walked across to the vacant space. James allowed Ruth to seat herself before sitting beside her. Seeing Ruth close up, and smile, James considered her to be a highly attractive girl. He smiled as he asked where she worked.

“I don’t. I go to the college on the other side of town. I’m studying art and sports/science.”
“It’s a shame you don’t go to my college.”
Ruth sipped her drink. “Why’s that?”
James blushed. “Because I like you.”
“I like you as well. You’re not judging me.”
“Judging you?”

Ruth sighed and looked down at the table. “All my friends wear cool clothes, but my Mum and Dad won’t let me. Boys think I’m a frump.”

“Well, I don’t. I think you look nice.”
“Thanks,” Ruth beamed. “So do you.”
“Nah, I don’t. Anyway, are you staying here all night?”

Ruth glanced across at her friends. “Probably, which means I’ll be walking home alone as usual.