Steven stood up. "Right, that's me done for the afternoon, I'm going to go and get some tea. I'll see you down the pub later, Daniel?"
He was already halfway out the door when Daniel decided to get up and see his friend off.
"Yes, definitely. Is The Duke alright with you? I have to pop in to Auntie Jen's beforehand, I left my wallet there after the party yesterday."
I could hear them both laughing about the previous night down at The Duke. Having turned 18 the day before I didn't feel brave enough to join them down there without being challenged by the landlord for identification, despite Daniel's insistence that it would be just fine. By some crazy coincidence, Daniel's birthday had also been the day before but, as he'd just turned 21, he celebrated with a night at the pub with his mates whilst I stayed home with my friends and enjoyed a meal from the local Chinese take away.
Between the three of us, Steven, Daniel and I had decided to have a celebration of our own at Daniel's grandmother's house the following day with a bottle of champagne left over from the party and some drink taken from Steven's parent's alcohol cabinet. I took my friend Laura along in the guise that it wouldn't be fair on Steven to the be the gooseberry between Daniel and I but the truth was that I was so self conscious around the opposite sex that to go without a friend in tow would have me reduced to a quivering pool of anxiety.
"See ya later then, mate.... Yep... About 8 o' Clock. Yep. Bye!"
The door clicked shut and Daniel appeared around the door giving me the cheesiest smile I ever did see.
"I can not believe Steve-o only went down to his boxers. I got it all off, did you see?"
Of course I saw, I couldn't stop looking at my new boyfriend's body. And not just my new boyfriend's body, my first *proper* boyfriend's body. He was about five feet, eleven inches tall, average build, brown hair that he held in place with hair gel and bright blue eyes. It was those eyes that caught my attention in the first place. At five feet and six inches tall and carrying what my parents affectionately referred to as 'puppy fat' I was sure Daniel was looking at my friend and not me. Unlike my pretty, blonde and blue-eyed friend, both my brown hair and brown eyes never seemed to stand out for me, I was never the focus of anybody's attention.
"Yeah, I saw. That was so funny!"
I tried desperately to sound as excited and amused as he clearly was but the truth is I was still so very shy despite the 2 glasses of champagne and 2 vodka shots I'd downed only a half hour earlier while the guys we're stripping. It was easier to feel more confident with Laura sat beside me but now that she and Steven had both gone I felt more than aware it was just me and Daniel in the house alone.
I wasn't afraid of him by any means, he was sweet and thoughtful but he was still a hormone-driven young man and as he walked over to the sofa where I was sitting, I saw his eyes glue themselves to the generous breasts that I had been teased mercilessly about since I began developing aged just 9 years old. The kind of teasing that left me wondering if I was abnormal or whether I would repulse people for the rest of my life.
But Daniel had made me feel at ease all week. He'd escorted me home from school every day, proudly draping his arm over my shoulders or around my waist, pulling me in closer and planting kisses on my head. For the first time since I hit puberty I felt normal. And now sat in front of Daniel I felt desirable. Wanted.
He stopped right in front of me, my eyes level with his belly button. Light wisps of hair trailed downward in to the top of his tracksuit bottoms and I smiled to myself as the thought of how I got lucky enough to have this fine specimen stood before me entered my mind.
Daniel bent over and took my hands from their place in my lap and pulled me up to my feet. He planted a kiss full on my lips and pulled away for a brief second to gauge my reaction before going in again for a full on passionate embrace that ended with the pair of us falling back down on to the sofa, locked at the mouth, pulling each other as close as we could.
"Let's go back upstairs, Baby. The bed is far more comfy than this." Daniel said, nodding toward the sofa I was pinned down on. Again, Daniel pulled me up to my feet but this time I felt the alcohol in my legs and held on to Daniel's arm to steady myself.
"Okay then..." I whispered.
A small voice in my head told me that if I did go up there right now, I wouldn't be a virgin when I came back down and as I walked past the front door a million excuses to leave ran through my mind.
I headed to Daniel's bedroom while he took care of locking the doors downstairs. As I sat down on his bed my stomach was doing flips and my pussy was getting wet. While I was a virgin and generally shy around the opposite sex, I was by no means frigid. I had been sexually aware of myself for a long while now, frequently masturbating with phallic-shaped objects for the last 8 years at least. I knew how to get off, how I liked it and often treated myself to it whilst home alone.
It wasn't long before Daniel had made his way up to the bedroom, he was still topless from the stripping earlier and his tracksuit bottoms made no secret of the incredibly generous package he was concealing inside them. He was raring to go already.
He took a seat beside me on the bed and kissed me again, his left hand cupping my cheek and his right hand on my shoulder gently pulling me towards him. My cheeks flushed slightly from not knowing where to put my hands before I made a quick decision to place one one on his thigh and the other on his chest. He felt slightly clammy, I briefly allowed myself to think maybe he was as nervous as me but remembering his enthusiastic striptease earlier wasted no time casting doubt on that.
Daniel mirrored my hand on his chest by placing his on mine which then slid slightly over to the uppermost fastened button on my shirt and unfastened it then went on to unfasten the rest. In a rare display of initiative, I swung my legs around to get myself in to a kneeling position and Daniel followed suit, taking the opportunity to peel my unfastened shirt over my shoulder and toss it on the floor. Face to face and still kissing, Daniel slid his hands around my waist and rested them on my ass and pulled me in closer. I could feel his hard cock pressing in to me as his tongue explored my mouth.
