[junebaby]

And just like that, we were both no longer virgins.

On hindsight we probably should have talked about it beforehand.

Part of me still wasn't sure if Mike was the one I wanted to take my virginity. But the deed had already been done.

As I lay there in his arms, slight ache in my nether regions. I wondered what made him do it. For so long he had been denying me, and yet now, without asking if it was ok, he made me his woman.

I felt slightly violated. Only slightly. It didn't hurt much anyway, seeing how aroused I was.

Me: Why?

M: Why what?

Me: Why did you put it in?

M: I don't know. I felt like it. I let you take control for so long.

Me: What??? It's a control issue?

M: I don't know. I know you liked doing it. And I let you do whatever you want. This time I wanted to do something I wanted.

Me: And you didn't ask if I was ok with it?

M: No. I should have been more considerate.

Me: Feels like rape you know?

M: Sorry.

I cupped his face and kissed him.

Me: Do it properly.

M: What?

I kissed him again, more passionately this time. He kissed me back. I grabbed his dick, it was already getting hard automatically. I climbed on top of him, just like what I saw in the blue films. I wasn't really sure how it worked, but as I slid him in it felt so good, especially when he reached the end and was poking deep inside. I tried grinding and discovered a whole new sensation.

In this position, he didn't really have to do much, his hands were free to play with my boobs. I lost count of how many times I came, and he was still hard.

Just like that, with one position, I had regained control over him.

I felt bad though, he didn't get to cum in this position so I got off and got on all fours, emulating another position I saw in the blue film.

He entered me from behind and thrust a few times. It felt good, but he was having trouble balancing on my bouncy bed.

He suddenly pushed me down flat onto the bed and plunged in again.

M: Wow, you feel so much tighter in this position.

Me: I'm a virgin! What the hell. Of course I'm tight.

He slid in and out. It felt so good. He could go real deep and probed my insides. I could feel the shape and size of his cock.

M: Shit. I'm going to cum!

Me: Fill me baby.

He shot twice and was done. I guess we needed to rest more before trying again. But this was a new experience and both of us couldn't get enough of it.

Mike tried to pull out but I held him back.

Me: Leave it in. It feels nice.

M: I'm going to slip out anyway.

He slipped out once he was soft.

It was weird. The second time we had sex, it was so much more intense. I couldn't figure out why at that point of time. Perhaps it was the position.

When I was on top, I had control over how much cock I wanted. Plus all the way in, I could grind my clit on him. His size was perfect for me, not only did it fill my mouth nicely, but it also filled my pussy.

Or maybe I felt the missionary position was boring. It was so standard. So normal. Sure it worked, for the guy anyway, but I wasn't really feeling much.

The last position though, with me flat on my belly, and him inserting from behind. It felt so rough, so animalistic. If he pinned me down while fucking me hard, I might have cummed harder. I made a note to mention this to him the next time.

But we had bigger issues to worry about.

Firstly, we didn't use protection. Secondly, he came inside me twice. I wasn't really tracking my cycle at that point of time, but I was pretty sure my eggs weren't gonna get fertilized anytime soon. Lastly, we were being bad Catholics and we really should go for confession.

We went to wash up. It had been a long time since we were both naked in a shower together.

I recalled those movie scenes where the girl crouched in the shower after sex to let the water wash away her pain, guilt and whatever she was feeling.

I had none of that though.

Instead I was having fun teasing Mike in the shower, playing with his cock, rubbing my body against his. I enjoyed making him hard then leaving him there to get soft, then making him hard again. I don't know why but it was fun to me.

Mike, despite that one moment of dominance when he made me his woman, reverted back to his docile and submissive persona again.

It was weird, this manly muscular young man, yielding to whatever womanly power I possessed.

A wild thought struck me. I turned around and pulled him towards me, pressing my body against the wall. I slid him in from behind.

Me: Fuck me.

He seemed confused, but this was new to me as well. The floor was slippery and my boobs pressing on the cold tiled wall was slightly uncomfortable. He pinned me against the wall as he thrust into me, while trying to maintain his balance.

I guess I was trying to help him assert his dominance.