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Be My Retro Death Metal Lover
“That was a great gig tonight.” Your friend exhales a puff of grey smoke and looks at you. “Your boyfriend is pretty savage on stage,” she continues nodding towards Mary Goore who is sitting across the room on the couch amongst friends and is drinking beer straight from the bottle.
“Yeah, he is really good!” you agree, feeling proud to be the girlfriend of a lead singer and guitar player of a ferocious death metal band. He catches your eye and your heart skips a beat.
You and Mary have been an item for about two and a half months now. You first met when you and your school friends were downtown: one of your friends was meeting one of his friends and Mary had tagged along, the same as you. He and his friends finished school a few months ago but you had always known of him and that he existed, but your paths never crossed until then. That day, your friends chatted noisily and you watched Mary standing quietly on the sidelines. You thought he was cute and you smiled at him, which he returned shyly.
In the following days, you developed a serious crush on Mary and you talked about him excitably with your girl gang. In typical high school fashion, one of them appointed themselves as the mediator between you both. She passed your number onto him, letting him know he had an admirer but if he wanted to meet up with you, he would have to text you first. It took a few days but Mary did eventually text and you still have that message saved in your inbox on your Nokia 3310.
“I mean, you wouldn’t think he would be the lead singer of a band. He is so quiet! He just sits in his room all day and plays guitar!”
“I know, right? But he is so good! He seems so natural up there.”
You watched Mary play a couple of gigs with his band already. They are ridiculously heavy and they seem to play all their music at a hundred miles an hour. They are together around six months; in fact, it could even be more, which is very impressive to everyone because that makes them seem like veterans of the scene already. All the members of the band have long hair, wear leather and studs, and are dead serious about their music. They look rebellious but they are really nice guys who just want to listen to and play old-school death metal. They are quite cool and have a wicked sense of humour that tickles you.
“Would you go all the way with him?”
“Gosh!” you flush hotly. In truth, it’s not something you haven’t been thinking about lately. You and Mary had been gradually building up from kissing to awkward fumbling and most recently, to properly making out. The last couple of times you were together ended up at third base. You have never gone so far with a guy before and you are at that age where all your girlfriends talk about sex. Some of your braver friends have gone all the way already and were even discussing the various positions they were trying. Such conversations at lunchtime break sort of embarrassed you and made you feel a tiny bit excluded but you just haven’t felt ready yet. So far, Mary has been reserved with you but since hitting second base, has been eager to explore with you and show you his keen interest. He rings and texts you most days when he has phone credit or when he is able to grab a free, unguarded landline. He is always romantic and silly on the phone. Mary is frightfully likable and he is pretty much all you think about. Your schoolbooks and copies are covered in scrawls and love hearts with his initials.
“Tonight could be your big night! It’s his party after all!”
Right now, Mary is wearing a faded black Iron Maiden t-shirt with a black long sleeve t-shirt underneath and black cargo trousers. His clothes seem to be a slightly baggy fit on him, yet his chest and neck look beefy. His long, dark blonde hair is loose and hangs over his chest and he is clean-shaven. His arms are crossed over his flat belly, subconsciously guarding himself in the noisy room of various party people. He leans in against his bandmate and smiles his tiny half-smile for a photograph being taken on a disposable Kodak camera.
Gosh, he is so cute, you think to yourself. His big green eyes are gorgeous.
He beckons you over with a simple flick of his head.
Walking across the room toward him, you pass the tv which shows Blade but not many people seem to be paying attention to it. Everyone is chatting, drinking alcohol of their choice, and nibbling finger food. This is actually one of Mary’s parent’s place and he is allowed to throw a party since they are away for the weekend.
When you approach him, his demeanor changes and he smiles broadly, looking visibly more at ease.
“Hi!” He pats his thigh, offering you to sit on his lap seeing as there is no room on the couch. Not a problem for you. You ease onto him kind of sideways, crossing your legs and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a big kiss on his wonderful lips.
“You were amazing tonight, such a rock star!” you compliment.
“Thank you!” He blushes hotly, rubbing his large, warm hands on either side of your waist.
You don’t know it yet but Mary loves the way you look tonight. You paired your favourite short black skater skirt with fence net fishnet black tights, biker boots, and a black Metallica ninja star babydoll t-shirt. You accessorised the outfit with various studded bracelets and black nail polish, and your long hair is loose. Of course there was an argument before you left your house earlier but you left without caring about it. Nothing was going to stop you from seeing Mary tonight.
“Do you have a drink?” Mary asks.
“Oh, I’m okay for the moment, thanks. I had one earlier.”
“Okay, well I’ll get you one when I go for another beer in a bit.” He kisses you again and squeezes your waist affectionately.
His friends greet you, not batting an eyelid about the way you are practically draped across Mary. You listen to their conversation and join in cheerfully, feeling part of the gang. Throughout the party Mary’s hands never leave you: stroking your hair is your particular favourite thing Mary does: his touch sends tingles all over and makes you feel super relaxed. He occasionally squeezes you when he thinks no one is looking and throughout the night, you communicate silently just through touches and glances.
By around 2 am, his friends are hammered and are rambunctiously talking about 80s music. A lighthearted yet heated debate about who is the best American thrash metal guitar hero has ensued between Mary’s friends.
Clearly bored with the topic and far more interested in you, Mary plays with your hair and snogs you deeply for a very long few minutes, forgetting you are surrounded by his bandmates and your friends.
“Get a room you two!” A cushion is thrown towards you and hits him squarely in the side of his head.
Breaking from your lips regretfully and looking sheepish, Mary retorts “That we will! Come on, Princess. Let’s get some privacy.”
You scoot off his lap and he rises off the couch, pulling his t-shirt over his boner as inconspicuously as he could. You glance at your friend across the room who gives you a raised eyebrow and a smile. You could read her expression like a book: Go get some!
Taking your hand, Mary ushers you to the hallway where you both take off your footwear before rushing up the carpeted stairs. You remind yourself that at other house parties you’ve attended, the people who make it up the stairs are those who are grown up enough to go all the way.
So right now, everyone probably is thinking the two of you are off to do the deed.
You often wondered what it would be like to go off with a guy and you wondered what exactly went on behind closed doors.
“My room. Go!” he whispers before sticking his head back into the living room to flip off the party. A loud cheer follows and Mary races up to find you politely standing at his bedroom door. “Go in, you’re allowed!” before simultaneously walking you in backward, kicking the door shut and snogging you deeply again.
You have been in his bedroom once before. The musty smell brought you back to three weeks ago when the two of you first made out properly. You had kissed like crazy and you let him climb on top of you. You remember the pain in your inner thighs the following day after the session: that delayed soreness from stretching muscles you haven’t used before just a little too much. It felt like a saucy secret as you walked around school, remembering that the night before you had your gorgeous boyfriend between your legs with his hand down your pants. It made you feel a little more grown-up.
When you reach his bed, Mary flicks on the luminescent green lava lamp that stands on his locker. His walls are covered in magazine cutouts, posters, and textile flags of heavy metal musicians. There is navy blue paint underneath all of them but it hasn’t seen the light of day in years. His window looks out onto the street, giving the room a soft orange sodium glow. The floor isn’t exactly tidy due to numerous t-shirts thrown around and guitars and pedals hanging around but it’s not dirty: just cluttered and messy.
You both notice the muffled sounds of the party downstairs filtering up.
“Let’s put on some music.” Mary presses the play button on his CD player hi-fi system. Morbid Angel rips through his speakers.
“One more thing,” Mary murmurs in your ear. “Do you want me to lock the door? We should be left alone but I wouldn’t put it past those guys to do something. Like, burst in and cover me in flour and water or some shit?”
Your eyes widen at the thought. An image of you and Mary getting caught in the act and getting laughed at by his friends scared you more than anything. “Fuck! Lock it!" You add, "I’m cool with being in a locked room with you.”
“Oh, you are a minx...” he purrs, realising you are just as horny as him as he turns the key in his closed door.
In reality, you trust Mary because he has shown you nothing but respect so far, even when you were making out in his room or in the street corner behind the cinema. He is a nice guy: reserved, introverted, and well brought up. He isn’t the type to anonymously pinch your ass in a club for a dare. Getting to know him these last months has been a lot of fun and you two bonded over your favourite adult cartoon shows and music. He may hang out with metalheads and is one himself with his leather jacket and black clothes, but he’s very sweet, cuddly, romantic, and silly on the inside. You have a lot in common and Mary is the most fun out of all your boyfriends so far. What you have is special in a beautiful, teenage first love sort of way.
“Alone at last!” He grins, climbing on top of you on his single-sized bed. You’re pinned down under his weight. “You look fucking hot!” he breathily murmurs as he kisses your neck. His long soft hair flows onto your face.
“This chain...” He pulls the thick silver chain hitched onto the belt loops of your skirt and bites you hotly. “...kept catching my eye during my gig. It made me want to climb inside your skirt in front of everyone...” he continues.
That’s very forward of him!
You stroke his cheek, feeling the minute scratchy stubble that was growing back already.
“You did seem very into it tonight. Was that because of me?” you giggle.
“You bet, Princess!” He squeezes one of your boobs. “Can’t believe I finally have you in my room with no parental interruptions!” he murmurs.
“Let’s make the most of it...” you whisper into his ear.
He sits up and whips his t-shirts off in one go, catching you off guard with his spontaneity.
He looks unbelievably hot! Look at him! Topless and long hair...
His skin feels very soft as you caress his chest, which is relatively bare, save for a few dark hairs here and there. His new demon tattoo on his left upper arm has fully healed and he glows darkly against Mary’s milky white skin, which is freckled with some dark moles. You’ve come to know where each one of them is located having committed so many details of his appearance to memory. His hair cascades over his shoulders, giving him an almost Viking look: a Swedish Viking that is clean-shaven, on the cusp of manhood, has beautiful cupid bow lips and listens to extreme music.
“You are gorgeous, have you any idea?” you ask.
“Shush. You’re out of my league.”
Typical Mary, he has no idea how cute he is!
“Can I?” he asks, gently fingering the edges of your t-shirt.
“Mmm-hmm” you agree, sitting up and letting him pull your top off.
It’s not the first time you’ve been topless together but it still very much feels like fun and is a novel feeling for you. Here you are, finally, at a house party and alone in a closed room with a completely gorgeous guy who is into you.
What would your parents say if they knew what you were doing right now?
Before he lets you lie back down, he reaches around for the clasp of your bra. Fumbling and struggling, he curses. You giggle and enjoy watching his vexed expression as he figures out how to unlatch the tiny hooks from their matching eyes. You don’t care how long it takes him; being so close to him and feeling his bodily warmth is ecstasy. His arms seem so strong and masculine, and you love feeling them wrapped around you.
“Ah!” he gasps as he finally pops them and you take the garment off, throwing it to the floor bravely.
“You are beautiful...” he murmurs, laying you down and adorning you with kisses. His hair tumbles onto your chest as he takes one nipple into his mouth and gently sucks you. He tickles you but the sensation of his lips and tongue is hypnotic. The heat of his body pours onto you and you can’t help but sigh, enjoying how close he is to you. You’ve definitely ached for this level of privacy with him, it has been really difficult to get any alone time with him: the back corner of the dark cinema only allowed for a certain level of kissing and awkward making out.
Mary seems to be extra horny tonight: perhaps he is excited after playing a gig to a fiercely enthusiastic audience, or he is super relaxed knowing he has you all to himself and won’t be disturbed, or perhaps it’s all of these things combined with how comfortable he is with you. He definitely seems to be more free and relaxed than usual.
His right-hand snakes up your skirt and touches you through your panties. His thumb presses against your clit causing an electric bolt to flash through your body.
“That’s nice!” you remark. It never fails to surprise you how eager he seems to touch you. You’ve definitely felt shy about touching him but he encouraged you and guided you last time.
Mary’s boner grazes impatiently inside his pants. He is so excited he nearly doesn’t know what to do next: should he dive face-first into you? Finger you like a beast like he did last time? Or should he ask if you are ready to go all the way with him?
One of your hands is already on the button of his pants, trying your best to release him. The other is stroking him somewhat clumsily. It feels nice to him regardless.
“Please take them off,” you beg. “I want to feel you.”
Mary quickly rolls his pants off and you get an eyeful of him wearing only his boxers. A bolt of fear runs through your body as you realise how little clothing you are both wearing, that you are free to do what you want and how dangerously close you are to possibly having full sex.
The panicky thoughts start rolling in:
What if I’m terrible at this?
What if he doesn’t like what I do and he throws me out?
What if it’s too difficult and I disappoint him?
He looks completely gorgeous: lean, toned, and athletic and he has a soft, caring look in his big green eyes, which quells your anxiety slightly. He starts to roll your skirt down your hips and you slip out of your tights.
Here you are almost naked with him! Fuck! Shit’s getting real!
“Are you okay?” Mary purrs, feeding off your nervous aura. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he continues and kisses your lips softly.
“Yeah, I am a bit nervous” you admit.
“Climb under the covers with me. Let’s snuggle,” he suggests.
It’s a tight squeeze in his tiny bed as the two of you slip under his sheets but you both fit and lie on your sides facing each other.
This is fun!
You throw your leg over his hips and press yourself against his body, snuggling closer to him. He smells of men’s body spray which he obviously dowsed himself in upon hitting the tiny green room after his gig. He kisses your lips softly and strokes your cheek tenderly. Mary loves to cuddle and he is really sweet and gentle. You can feel his erection pressing against your panties but he doesn’t force it onto you.
Kissing in Mary Goore’s bed wearing just undies! Yikes! But how nice... How I’ve longed for this...
His kisses turn deeper but he mindfully keeps things calm and doesn’t let himself run away in the moment. If tonight was going to be the night he hoped for, he was going to let you decide for yourself, as he had no intention of forcing you into anything. However for weeks now he ached to bring you to your womanhood and he hoped to be the first man to gift you an orgasm but he was willing to wait for the right time.
Making out with Mary is always such fun. You press harder against him, causing his old bedsprings to creak and groan. He grips you tighter and enjoys the fact you’re in his bed.
“I could eat you alive," he murmurs without thinking.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” he playfully pushes you onto your back and he eases on top of you.
You realise he is between your legs again, and all that’s between you are his boxers and your panties. He brushes against you and you feel how hard he is. It surprises you and sets a fire alight in your belly.
He must be really into me to be that hard...
Pushing gently against your panties, you can feel his shape pressing into you slightly and you gasp.
“What do you think?” he asks, pressing marginally deeper into your entrance. The bed creaks again. “Do you want to go all the way?” he brushes your forehead. “I’m desperate for you, I want to go there. But only if you're ready...”
You think hard. The feel of him pressing against you down there is completely foreign but it’s intoxicating and exciting.
He’s such a nice guy. Really, there could be no sweeter guy to give it away to...
“’l'll tell you something secret,” he whispers, watching you consider his proposal.
“Yeah?”
“It would be my first time too.”
“Hang on, what?! I thought you’d been with lots of girls!” Your mind reels. Mary had come across as experienced and knowledgeable so far.
“No one special enough came my way: until recently. So if you’ll have me, I’d like to go all the way with you. I’ve protection and I know how to use it.”
He’s so sweet! And he’s so gorgeous. Well, if it’s his first time too, sure what’s to fear?
“Let’s do it. I want to do it with you!” you answer feeling your stomach fill with happy butterflies.
“You rock!” he grins and kisses your neck, his hair spilling all over you again. His lips move to yours and he kisses you hungrily. You contract internally at the thought of you and Mary Goore losing your virginity to each other.
What a delicious bond the two of you will keep for the rest of your lives...
“I said I want to eat you alive...” Mary murmurs, in between kisses while trailing down your body.
“Oh? Oh!” you exclaim realising what he actually means.
Ooof, he’s being very grown-up!
“Go for it!” you giggle, not sure what to expect but enjoying his adorations.
His hands are on your hips and he tugs your panties.
“Lift up” he coaxes.
Half embarrassed but grateful for the mostly dark room, save for the odd mix of the green and orange dull light, you let Mary pull them off you.
Completely naked now...
“What about you?” you ask.
“All in good time.”
He trails a finger up between your folds. “Princess, you’re more than ready for this...”, he touches you gently, working your wetness all around you. Gently he pushes one finger inside you, as he had done before. He adds another finger, knowing you are able for it so soon, and fearlessly he starts to work you. You make an attempt to touch him but he dodges you, scoots down the bed, and starts kissing your hips, still smoothly working his long musical fingers in and out of you.
Eager to re-enact the images he has seen in various X-rated magazines and videos he has privately consumed, his lips are suddenly on your folds. You did not have the opportunity to go this far last time: you were interrupted by a parental knock on the door and you both scrambled for your tops before receiving a scolding for closing the door in the first place. Softly and lightly, he kisses little pecks onto you, preparing you for what he wants to do next. Withdrawing his fingers from inside you, he spreads you open to him and kisses you softly. Something explodes inside you from the sensation and you find yourself staring blankly at his ceiling, completely focused on what’s going on down there. Mary inhales deeply, and his breath flows over your sensitive skin. He continues to kiss you and he sucks you gently.
What is that?!
He can tell from your inhale that you like what he is doing to you, so he carries on. He lewdly flicks your bud with his tongue, feeling his erection impatiently waiting for any kind of attention. Resisting the urge to touch himself and recalling how delicate and sexy you looked wearing that slightly slutty but rockin’ outfit standing in the crowd watching him onstage earlier, he obscenely licks you, lapping you up greedily. He noticed you unknowingly turned heads in the venue and that only added more fuel to his teenage desire for you. More than anything, he wants to be a man for you tonight.
“I like this...” you whisper loudly, throwing your arm over your eyes and feeling adored.
For the next few minutes, all sounds totally drowned out by old-school death metal, Mary varies his technique: alternating between sucking, licking, and diving long fingers into you. You’re not sure if the wet you can feel is from Mary or yourself and you half worry about destroying his sheets.
Coming up for air zealously, Mary pins you under his weight again and kisses your neck. When he eventually kisses your lips, you realise with a shock that the foreign taste in his mouth is actually yourself. Still wearing his boxers, he pushes against you again, entering you very slightly.
Oh gosh!
“I want you,” he murmurs heavily.
That funny feeling returns in your tummy but the impression of him pressing ever so slightly into you is irresistible. It feels grown-up, bold, and exciting.
“I want you too.”
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
He kisses your lips with a loud smack and leans across you, opening the drawer of his locker, pulling out protection. “Give me a second” and sits up on the edge of the bed, hastily unwrapping the foil. You give him a few moments of privacy as he tends to the delicate matter of unrolling the rubber onto himself. You stare at a poster of some extreme metal band you have never heard of. They glare angrily at you but you don’t care: they look a bit ridiculous anyway and besides, you are just about to get laid with Mary Goore.
When he’s done, his boxers hit the floor and he stands completely naked with his cock in his right hand, keeping himself hard.
Oh wow! He looks frightfully hot and manly.
You have never seen him so naked before. In fact, you’ve never seen any guy so naked. Again, you’re reminded he could be a tall, masculine, modern-day Viking.
He is so much more gorgeous than any of the musicians on his walls.
He grins at you and pulls the duvet off you with one swoop, exposing your naked body to him. “You’re 100 percent hot!” he purrs and climbs on top of you again.
“So are you.”
Truly you mean it. His dark blonde eyebrows that frame his beautiful big green eyes, his square jawline, high cheekbones, cupid bow lips, long dark blonde hair, and soft clear pale skin: Mary is extremely handsome, clearly blessed with good looks and talent. You adore the little details about him.
Propping himself up with his palms on the bed, you lie underneath him and open your legs for him. He grazes his shaft against your folds causing that familiar tingle you’ve been feeling all night long to spiral inside you.
Mary notices the uncomfortable resistance caused by the dry rubber. He presses his fingers into you again and draws your wetness, slathering it onto himself. Your eyes widen.
“Now,” he murmurs. “This should be easier.”
He leans down closer to you and kisses you, keeping his hand on his shaft. He presses against you again, this time actually sliding a little into you.
Oh my! This is it!
You can feel a little pop sensation from the gentle, slow entry of his head.
“You ok?” he murmurs in the sudden silent gap between songs.
“Yes.”
The next song kicks in ferociously. Mary pushes a little deeper inside you: he is probably around halfway in.
This is it now: I’m no longer a virgin!
He kisses your lips and finally goes all the way, bottoming out inside you. It feels completely right.
You stare into each other’s eyes and he takes the lead: slowly pulling back before slowly entering you again.
“Fuck! You’re so tight!” he groans.
Am I?
He thrusts again into you and he hits a spot inside you that you had no idea existed until just now.
“Oh!”
Mary felt your reaction at that moment. “You liked that huh? Want more?”
“Yes please, do that again!”
With growing confidence, Mary thrusts again, tipping that sweet spot. He picks up his pace and tips it over and over again. Your blood is rushing all around through your pelvic muscles, accentuating every sensation and heightening pleasure you did not know about before. Mary’s heavy thrusts rock the old bedframe causing it to creak, groan and even bang against the wall. He seems oblivious to it. He never stops gazing into your shadowed eyes, partly because he can’t tear himself away from them but also to make sure you’re okay.
Should I be moving more? Is he enjoying this?
“What about you?”
“What about me?” he asks and leans down on his elbows, pressing his body into you. His body is on fire and he’s dripping with sweat. You claw at his bare back, leaving marks for him to find tomorrow.
“Are you liking this?”
“Holy fuck, yeah. It’s so good!” He smothers your neck in hard kisses.
“How about I do you?”
With loud squeaks from the mattress, you swap positions. Finding yourself on top of him, you scramble to find his cock and you discover he already has it in his right hand. Between the two of you, you figure it out and suddenly you’re the one in control when he is inside you again.
“Fuck!” he groans placing both of his big hands on either side of your waist, guiding you to rock up and down on him. This position feels very different for you but it's enjoyable.
“Faster!” he demands and you take the reigns, feeling every inch of his hard cock inside you. This time it hurts but the pain is sweet.
“Look at you!” he gasps enthralled by the image of you totally naked on top of him, riding him into the sheets. You flick your head, tossing your long thick hair over your right shoulder.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum!” he moans and whips himself out of you before blowing his load inside the rubber with a loud groan. You’ve seen his cum face before but there was something different about this. He seems to have a certain extra angelic bliss in this moment. Mary Goore’s first time shagging anybody, unlocking his manhood and cumming from the sensation of your warm, wet pussy: this was the first night of the rest of Mary’s life.
“Fuck!” he exclaims. “That hair flick thing you just did: that was awesome!” He grins at you. “Let me sort this shit out. I’m not finished with you.”
You scoot off him and allow him another moment of privacy although he doesn’t seem remotely embarrassed about cleaning himself up in front of you.
Turning to you, he smiles. “Have you any idea how great you are? You’re a natural!”
I am? That wasn’t so hard...
“Now, it’s your turn. Tonight you’re going to finish at my hand. And no one will disturb us.”
You smile back at naked Mary Goore. He is beyond gorgeous: he can do what he wants to me!
Within seconds he is back between your legs and is rubbing your swollen nub. Eager to please you, he dives down again and kisses it, causing you to jump in surprise at the sensation. Wasting no time, he flicks it again and again and effectively splays you open to delve his fingers into you. Feeling slightly ashamed in such an uncompromising and lewd position but absolutely loving the sensations flying up into your brain, you feel yourself spinning.
“Mary! Oh, God!”
You vaguely notice Mary scrambling for his drawer again.
“You hard again already?!” you gasp when you realise he’s fitting another rubber on.
“It’s as quick as that, Princess. You are fucking irresistible.”
He’s back inside you again moments later, easily sliding in. “You are so tight” he murmurs, yet again thrusting into you.
He rubs your nub and the combined sensation makes you buck your hips involuntarily. You arch your back.
“Take it”, he demands. “Take it deep inside you.”
Whether it’s his words, tone of voice, or the sensation overload, suddenly you start to see stars.
“That’s it Princess,” Mary can feel you shift internally and he continues rubbing you.
“Mary! Oh fuck, I think this is it!”
“Cum for me, cum for me-”
He feels you start to pulsate so he concentrates on thrusting as deep as he can into you. You’ve never felt so primal in all your life. All you can feel is Mary’s cock willing you to cum. He looks you straight in your eyes as the moment overpowers you finally.
“Take it take it” he groans thrusting hard feeling you squeeze all around him.
“Mary! Ah!” you cry out feeling the brand new sensation of pulsating tightly, your head spinning and your heart hammering hard.
Mary kisses your lips and pulls out of you. “You did it, Princess!”
“Wow! That was something!” you giggle watching Mary removing the rubber. “Did you cum too?!” You gasp when you catch sight of the fluid inside it.
“Uh yeah, how the fuck could I not?! You had death’s grip on my cock!”
Tying it in a quick knot and discarding it, he kisses you again. “We came together.”
Holy shit! So we did!
“Are you okay? Down there?” he asks. “Sore?”
“I’m okay I think.”
You can still feel the resonance of your orgasm quietly tingling away. “What about you? I had no idea you could get it back up that quick!”
“Hah! Did I ever tell you about the time I jacked off for the entire day just to see how many times I could cum in a row?”
“You did WHAT?!”
“Uh-huh. I had a few ghost loads but the number was pretty decent if I say so myself.”
“Do all guys fucking do that or just you?”
“Meh. I dunno. Like, it’s not something we discuss!”
Spotting your panties discarded on Mary’s lava lamp and taking them back, “Mary Goore, you are obscene and gross. But I like you loads anyway. Get back under the sheets and cuddle me.”
“Mmmm yes, let’s” he purrs, changing the CD in his hi-fi to Metallica’s Black album. Skipping to track 08 just for you, he jumps back in beside you and wraps you up in his strong arms, kissing your cheek and stoking your hair again. You lie in his weirdly dark room, listening to the most beautiful love ballad recorded by your favourite metal band- which also happens to be one of Mary's very favourites too- feeling like you had just won the lottery.
Losing your virginity with young, dumb, and clearly full of cum Mary Goore in his teenage bedroom was definitely the right choice to make.