First Times

Written By: Arianna

Note: the italic lines are thoughts

Part I

* Making love on a sunny, Sunday morning. Could I have ever been able to imagine how gorgeous and sweet it is? *

This is what he is telling himself in a state of blissful amazement, just recovering the capability to think while the effects of his orgasm are wearing off. He turns his head towards her and she caresses the hand he has laid on her left side with her little finger, smiling, eyes closed. That’s it.

* Soon after, we are always so in tune that we can read every passing little thought in each other’s mind. This feeling still amazes me each time it happens even though through the years it has always been this way.*

He moves his half closed eyes up and down her bare body, entirely relaxed above the rumpled sheets. The morning covers her breathtaking body with full light. The sunlight is sinking in every valley of her supple and soft flesh. She breaths in the fresh smell of the cut grass that is coming from the open window in the bedroom, her breasts swelling at each breath. Her nipples still blushed from the greedy suckling of his mouth. Her stomach lightly reddened with marks of his morning stubble. He rises on to his side; his arm folded behind his head, and reaches out to smooth these marks with his fingertips.

"Warning, Dawson, don’t drift into X-rated thoughts while I can still read your mind," she jokes, fingering mischievously and quickly the tip of his penis, again half hardened, with her index finger. He can’t help but to choke a small laugh back, both in excitement and in disbelief.

"Stop scaring me this way, Jo," he says with a hoarse voice but remains still, enjoying her touch.

"You know, at least, this works both ways, sweetheart," she banters, going on to touch his now more hard length, and then says a little pensively. "I don’t understand why you are so troubled about this now". She rolls on her side too, facing him, "We could finish each other’s hidden thoughts since we were children. Don’t you see? This is only a natural evolution. Now that we know a lot more about each other reading one another’s thoughts is easier." She bends down and kisses him fully on the lips, whispering sweetly, "I do love all of your thoughts Dawson…all," she finishes, underlining the last word.

He feels his heart pounding in his chest because of her words and her loving look. He receives with delight the trust that is clear in her sparkling eyes and answers her with his own.

Her hand is stroking, rubbing and sliding up and down his penis and a million pleasant things are running through his mind.

* I can resist, I know that I can. I want to enjoy this excruciating pleasure a little more.
It’s Sunday, thank heavens. We don’t have to leave the bed anytime soon.
This smell… it’s like doing it in the middle of a meadow.
I already know she loves this immensely. Oh my, she can go on endlessly this way. I hope she does.
God, her hands are so warm and…curious.
Sweet. She is so sweet, so free, and so unbelievable sexy…
I let her do all she wants, and how she wants
The things she’s doing to me...
Oh my, where she is… *

"Hey! Ohhh, Joey…please honey slow down…wait!"

At the same moment a million of pleasant things are running through her mind too.

* I do love this, after the first time. We can take it slowly, we can taste and play.
Thank heavens, it’s Sunday, we have plenty of time for…for it all.
I know that now he’ll let me touch him everywhere I want, everywhere…oh God!
I so want to touch him, his skin is so smooth and tender here, as a baby’s skin.
His back is so strong, so muscular and warm from the sun and…
Can’t stop my hand… he has a very sexy bottom.
I can’t help it but… my fingers are sliding between his buttocks toward…
Oh my, he’s ready again *

"Sorry, Dawson…I’ll stop right away," but she sees that it is too late.

"Don’t even think it, don’t dare laugh Josephine."

"Sorry again, but you are unbelievable sometimes," she says between bunches of giggles.

"This is all your fault and, by the way, what are you trying to say here, um?" He retorts slightly annoyed, drying the wet spot on the sheets.

"That I desire you and that I’m honoured when you loose it with me so easily," she goes to lay a loving kiss on his chest and then whispers in his ear, "Besides you are very tireless about re-matches Dawson"

A wide grin crosses his face, "You think so Jo?"

She stares back at him and feels a rush of love and tenderness, and found a glimpse of a much younger and shy boy that was, and still is, her world. A passing cloud crosses her eyes and Dawson rolls her against him and encircles his arms around her. He senses that Joey is in her "and if we…" mode and has a pretty clear idea about what this "if" was.

"Joey?"

"Um?"

"Guess what I’m thinking now."

She smiles, "Tell me."

"Ok, I’ll tell you this if you’ll play along with one of my fantasies this evening."

"I don’t know if I should promise this kind of thing, perv."

"Come on! Aren’t you curious just a little?"

"You know I am, so…"

"I want your promise, before."

"Fine. Spill!"

"I was thinking that we have shared a lot of first times Jo."

"Which kind of?"

"Sexual."

"Really? Name one."

"Well, the first time we truly could feel the bare…"thingy."

"Dawson, did you just say "thingy"?" She asks laughing hysterically.

"Yeah, Jo, I just did," he echoes laughing too.

"And didn’t you have sex with your free "thingy" before me?"

"No."

"Neither had I."

"I know." Dawson pauses for a while and then tells her, "It was a breathtaking sensation, honey. I can’t forget the feeling of you, so velvety, so tight and hot around me."

Joey is having trouble breathing normally. His husky whispers near her cheek, his hand that was heading down her body, making her heart skip a beat and run wild at the same time.

"I began to know indeed what the feeling of being inside you is," and suddenly his fingers plunges into her, caressing slowly her walls, "to learn every amazing spot that is hidden in you". His index finger is exploring and twisting so impudently, sensually, and lovingly that she feels all her being trembling. "I don’t know the words for this, but to be inside you seems to me like floating in a warm and bubbling sea, like achieve the one place made only for me, like resting in a complete joy and peace." The emotion is so strong that she becomes almost afraid. "Don’t fight it Jo. I’m right here, with you."

His last words set her free and she surrenders to him, tears flowing down her cheeks.



Part II.

"Dawson?"

"Umm?"

"Did I fall asleep again?"

"Yes honey, you did."

"What time is it?"

"Don’t know, I was asleep too."

Now the sun is raining right at the centre of the bed, as a natural searchlight, and the warm air of that early summer day was filling the room.

"It’s about noon I think. So decadent umm?"

"Very."

"How is it that we didn’t lay lazily in bed the thousands of times that you spent the night in my old room?"

"Well I used to work at the Icehouse every Sunday morning and your father was always trying to involve you in his latest project," her voice is muffled by the pillow "Oh, and Pacey was inside your room the moment he dashed out of his house as a bullet, chiefly on Sunday morning."

"Yeah, life was hard on me as a teen," he sighs dramatically "A goddess in my bed and the entire world crossed my path taking turns."

She turns lightly, her head behind her shoulder and laughs heartfelt eyeing his pouty face, "We have made up for this Dawson, haven’t we?"

"A little bit, yeah," he says thoughtfully, slowly gripping her waist with his hands and makes her glide towards his own body. She lets him do it without any resistance, resting naturally into him. Her skin wrinkled, as a water being crossed from a wave, when he exhales a stifled growl near her nape in reply to the feeling of her buttocks settling straight into his groin.

"I can remember another of our…umm…interesting firsts, Jo," he whispers while shifting down lightly to put himself in the right spot. Joey can’t help but to swing her hips from side to side, the expectation and a little knot of eagerness mounting in a swirl inside her. She sees his mood, a mischievous but sweet mood that she loves. He can be demanding, shameless and completely in tune with her reactions at the same time. He can lead her wherever he wants, he can drive her crazy.

And she was right, as his hard on is brushing against her core told her. Dawson remains silent while he surrounds her breasts with both hands, pushing her legs folded from behind, and enters her definitely, only crying out a groan of pleasure then.

The unfailing amazing feeling of that first moment inside her…her flesh enveloping his penis, engulfing it deep down, so deep he can almost feel himself pass through her whole body. The shattering experience to feel totally vulnerable, sensing the contraction of her inner muscles as it drags down the skin of his penis, leaving open the head of it. The excruciatingly blissful sensation of her folds, tight and buttocks rubbing, warming and surrounding all his own genitalia’s zone. The never so strong awareness to hold all of her, the awareness for that he has craved all his adult life, overwhelms him. He continues to slide in and out of her moist vagina, his eyes shut, with long, strong thrusts, using his kneading fingers tight around her full breasts to hold her in the right position. All the conscious thoughts drop away from his mind.

Joey shuts her eyes by reflex the moment she feels him entering her from behind. She can’t breathe sensing the whole penis reaching the end of her vagina rubbing smoothly in the process against her front wall, back and forth. She knows nothing about G-spot and these technical things, but knows well that this position always stirs up the wildest pleasure in her. Thus, the pleasure follows her non stop, chasing away every sensation but the feeling of him. She feels somehow hunted down by his whole body invading her, his hands on her breast, his arms cuddling her frame in his chest, his lap taking her butt and his penis seizing her core. And she loves it; she does love to be caught, to feel taken so totally by him. It makes her feel whole, safe, and blissful. He opens her heart opening her flesh, he fills her being going on all the way, and he sheds the love in her soul spreading his warm semen into her.

A few moments later, a trembling whisper comes out of Dawson’s mouth, which has stayed on the sweaty skin of her shoulder while they both were recovering. "Maybe you are right honey, we can make up for it."

Joey is breathless still yet, so her chuckle chokes up her words, "You definitely are trying, aren’t you?"

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