First time... sort of (Part 2)

***Hi! This is my second story. You may read my first post here http://pserotica.com/node/7159. Please forgive me for the typos and grammatical errors that I may have missed. Please feel free to vote and post comments. Thanks!

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His name is Cris.

When we met, I never really looked at him as boyfriend material. No, he's not ugly, but he's not male-model-hunky-bod kind of guy as well. In looks, you could say that he's an average Juan. He's taller than I am by a few inches. His body is built ok, with a few love handles on the sides. He's not rich, but he sings and plays the guitar well. He's very kind, understanding and family-oriented. He's also very intelligent and articulate.

I looked up to him like a big brother. Kuya Cris, I would call him.

Then he started calling me on the phone. We talked about lots of things. From politics, to music, to practically anything under the sun.

His first love letter was met with surprise! He wrote there about me and why he likes me and why he wants to court me. I asked a female friend to read it and told her that the person that Cris is talking about in that letter could not have been me.

But Cris is persistent. He sent me love notes everyday. He would serenade to me during tambay hours at school. And still we can talk about anything and everything under the sun.

My friends and I tried all our best to dissuade him from courting me. But in the end, I realized that I might be missing out on something good.

What can I say, the guy melted me! (I'm a sucker for guitar-playing intelligent and articulate guys, so sue me!)

He was also a romantic guy. We'd go on long evening walks by the Manila Bay. Sit there and talk. He would hug me, caress me.

The first time he kissed me -- okay, this may sound naive and cliched -- was magic. He gently, but firmly, pressed his lips on mine. His mouth opened ever so slightly to suck gently on my lower lip while his tongue grazed it. Such feathery light, yet sensual touch made my knees buckle that I held on to his shirt to keep me from falling.

That first kiss that lasted for just a few seconds got me hooked on him.

Ok, I don't have much guys to compare that kiss with. My first boyfriend in high school never got me to French kiss him. Even Carl, who had me pinned under him never got to kiss me at all. And Cris is just my second boyfriend! Perhaps, you readers would probably scream at me, "What's the big deal? It's just a freaking kiss! And he's your second BF! Pfft!"

But for me, it was a big sensual, sexy deal! And the long walks and talks by the Bay lead us to kissing and necking by the bay.

For those of you who would frequent Luneta, try to drop by at night. Lots of couples there often in the dark secluded areas, kissing and groping at each other. And if you happened to visit there some evening in year 2000, perhaps you could have passed by Cris and I in one secluded spot.

At least for me, that began a sexual awakening. But, prudish, inexperienced, and even perhaps frigid me, stopped me from going all the way with my second boyfriend who is ten years my senior. (Have I mentioned that he's 30 and I'm only 20?)

Oh we'd fool around a little in the dark. We would sit there under a tree, my back on his chest with his arms around me. Him kissing, nipping on my neck as I press my body closer against him. I would feel his thumb graze ever so slightly against the side of my breast. He would pull my face towards his and he would kiss me on the mouth, his tongue gently pushing my lips apart as it explore inside. I would hear his soft moans as I suck on his lower lip. My hands would rub down his thighs and legs.

I would feel his hardness against my back and the heat of his body. Every now and then I would get bolder and press my back on his hardened crotch. I would feel the heat and wetness between my legs increasing. Yes, I admit to myself, I wanted more! I wanted him to touch me. I want to kiss all of him, not satisfied with his mouth only. I wanted to tear off all our clothes to have his skin touch mine. Then and there at Luneta Park, at night, secluded in the dark, I wanted him to take me.

His sensual kisses has brought me to the brink of desire. In layman's terms, Cris got me horny (though, of course, I was still a virgin and I never really knew that THAT was what getting horny means).

But, frustrating as it sounds, his hands would never leave the side of my breast in an attempt grope under my shirt. He would hold on to me tighter, hoever. Whenever he feels that he could no longer contain himself, he would gently push me away and take me home. Talk about self-control!

One Saturday afternoon, we went on a date. We went to the cinema to watch Stuart Little. He's not really a fan of that talking mouse, but that's what I wanted to watch. We sat at the balcony seats of the theater. Since it was still early in the afternoon, there were a few patrons watching (or perhaps people don't really dig talking mice).

The lights dimmed and we sat there holding hands while watching Stuart's adventures with his new adopted family.

Cris and I were wholesome (yeah, right!) at first. He began kissing my mouth and I was kissing him back. His right hand caressed my cheek, my neck, slowly moving down my arm while his tongue did wonders darting in and out of my mouth. He pulled my hand and placed it on his crotch, making me feel the hardness inside his jeans. He moaned softly against my mouth when I started to rub his crotch. His right hand left mine and went under my shirt, under my bra to touch my nipple. I trembled at his touch. I was breathless. My mouth left his so I can gasp for air when he pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingers.

Through the dim light from the cinema's projector above us, I watched his face watching mine as he slowly squeezed my breast. Whenever Cris squeezed my breast, my hand on his crotch would do the same. I watched him look at me with desire as his hand moved to my other breast. Gosh! I had to stifle a moan to keep from attracting attention from the very few cinema patrons seated around us.

His eyes locked into mine as he let his hand wander to the waistband of my jeans. Slowly he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I pushed my hips forward and opened my legs wider to give his hand more access to where no man has ever touched.

With a finger, Cris slowly rubbed my clit. The feeling was so glorious. I tilted my head back and was breathing heavily. I swear I moaned out loud when his finger rubbed my moist pussy lips. With his other hand, Cris pulled my face towards him. His lips devoured mine while his fingers began probing inside my pussy.

I couldn't help myself from pulling his hair as he began finger-fucking my cunt while his mouth kept my moans from getting us thrown out of the theater. When I was nearing the brink, he quickly pulled his hand from inside my jeans. He pulled a black jacket he brought (how convenient) over his head and my body. Before I realize what he was doing, his mouth is sucking on my nipple and his fingers went back to fucking my cunt. Wanting to feel more of him inside me, my hips moved to meet his fingers. I could only grip on his shoulders while he did his wonderful assault on my body.

His fingers moved faster and faster in and out of my pussy while he sucked and squeezed my breasts. I could feel this wonderful pressure building between my legs until I couldn't take it anymore.

Holding a hand over my mouth to stop my cries, I shivered and trembled on the first orgasm I ever had in my life.

When my trembles subsided, Cris discreetly pulled my bra and shirt back down and zipped up my jeans. He pulled himself from under his jacket and raised his hand covered in my juices to my lips. I sucked on his fingers and tasted my own sweet cum. Then he kissed my mouth passionately.

Then the lights of the cinema went on.

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See the final part here:
http://pserotica.com/node/7172