Beautiful Pia an Internet sex star plans a 'sex free' holiday and ends up helping a virgin couple discover their sexual partnership and finds herself falling in love with an older man.
First times are always amusing in retrospect. What we find amusing is our inexperience and lack of practical knowledge. At the time it is a serious affair made more hurtful by comparison to more apt and seemingly experienced peers. It is the same for many things we do and learn how to do in life but sex is perhaps the most problematic of these life experience made worse by the absence of any real training. Certainly the practice and lead up to the first time for a virgin can be enhanced by at least one partner knowing what to do or made more amusing by one or more partner acting like they know what to do when they have no idea. Such was the case with Peter.
He had been dating Helen for two months. Helen was 19 and whilst she may have been a shy 'late developer' in High school her recent development had seen her move from a modest 'A' cup to a generous C almost overnight. Peter's friends were envious of him the 'class computer geek 'plucking up the courage to ask her out and eventually work up to heavy petting in the back seat of his classic Peugeot.
His hand moved boldly towards her firm round breasts to fondle them through her low cut cotton top and lace bra. Helen liked it when he touched her breasts almost as much as she delighted in the attention she received when guys gawked at her. They kissed wetly, panting breathlessly and feeling the warm flushes of sexual tension rise in them both. Peter pinched her left nipple and she felt a tweak of discomfort and then the pleasure of the nipples erect state. She sighed appreciatively. Peter fondled first one then the other nipple and cupped each firm round tit in his hand like a shopper seeking fresh fruit. Tonight he plucked up enough courage to move one hand beneath her skirt to fondle her smooth thigh beneath it.
Helen had been waiting for this. Tonight she would allow him to touch her not push him away as she had the first time he tried. She had explained how she was a virgin and wanted to get to know him better first. After all that was the kind of values she had held since school and she had received with her insubstantial sex education which for all intensive purposes consisted of a few uncomfortable Catholic Family planning videos at school, an embarrassed explanation about menstruation from her mother and her fathers penchant for continuing to treat her like his little girl until he noticed how large her breasts were getting and the change of underwear style from pooh bear cutesy to G-strings and lace underwire bras.
Peter on the other hand being ' a man of the world' was a 'mature' 21 and working as an IT professional he had learnt everything he knew from internet porn and Google. Where he learnt about the magic of G-spots and the clitoris. Strangely though all his research seemed to fall apart when he started dating Helen. He had no idea where her clitoris was or her G spot and so far had only managed to contribute to a maximum of sexual tension that sent them both home exhausted and horny. Tonight however there would be some relief for Helen, Peter moved his hand from her thigh to her soft cotton panties. They were damp enough to show her excitement he gently rubbed around the general area of her labia not knowing where he was going brushing her clit on enough occasions to make Helen excited.
'Mmmmmm up a little, Oh yeah there. That feels nice. Oh yeah.'
Peter's fingers had managed more by blind luck than anything else to trigger Helen's first non-self stimulated orgasm. She celebrated the occasion by muffling her cries of pleasure in urgent kisses, shivering and shaking and feeling the wetness grow in her panties. Peter was proud of himself and was already imagining slamming his now throbbing cock into Helen's pussy like he had seen countless times on the net.
'Peter I do want you to be my first but not tonight I don't want to do it here in the car. I'd rather wait and do it in a bed. You understand don't you? I'm sorry, you are making me so horny darling but we should be getting home I promised my parents I'd be home early tonight.'
Crippled with sexual frustration was how Peter always went home. He was too nice a guy to push her into it and too shy and inexperienced to get her so excited she was begging for it. They drove home to her house where the porch lights were on hovered in the darkness heavy petting before she went inside. Peter opened her door and they stood kissing and grinding against each other for a few minutes. Peter exploded in his pants and Helen kissed him sweetly and went inside.
The red E-type Jaguar pulled smoothly to a stop outside number 69. Ralph the owner of the house had been in Europe for several months and Helen's family had been allowed to use his pool while he was away. A petite figure wearing baggy cargo pants slung low around the hip and an oversized floppy top, got out of the car and walked towards her. Helen had made a habit of having a morning swim and emerged wearing a white string bikini that accentuated her blossoming figure. The stranger removed the baseball cap she wore and let a wave of silken honey blond hair fall past her shoulders and took of her sunglasses to reveal the most enticing pair of blue eyes Helen had ever seen.
'Hi there, is this Ralph Goodren's house?' The pretty stranger said, 'Number 69 Fenwick Street.'
Pia always dressed down when she went out these days. Too many guys recognised her and that was generally embarrassing for them. Still it was a small price to pay for the lifestyle she led.
'Sure this is his place, I'm Helen from next door he lets me swim here. He's not home I'm afraid though. He's in Europe somewhere I think.'
The stranger held out her hand.
'I'm Pia Alexander I'm an old friend of Ralph's,' she lied; Ralph had been her lover and financed her first Internet venture. 'He let me house sit for him for the summer I need a break from work. So I guess we're going to be neighbours.'
The girls grasped hands and giggled. Pia smiled at Helen's naivety, Ralph encouraging a busty teen to swim in his pool was hardly a charitable act. Helen giggled because she intuitively liked the extremely pretty girl dressed as a tomboy.
' Can I give you a hand to move in? Wow is that your car?'
Helen fixed her towel around her waist and between them they carried the suitcases to Ralph's luxuriously appointed house. The girls chatted like old school friends. There was ease about their relationship that did not seem predicated on age or demographic it was like they were sisters. Pia the older experienced 25 year old and Helen at 19 excited by her companion's professional makeup kit, extensive lingerie collection and easy open manner. Over the next week the two became almost inseparable and Pia became her confidant and mentor. Pia enjoyed the sisterly relationship and the honesty of her friendship. She found it a refreshing change from the sleazy entrepreneurs and medically adjusted bodies and personalities of her city life.
Pia pulled the Cello from its case. This had been the reason she had left her own replica of a suburban neighbourhood over seven years ago. She felt the ancient smooth wooden body between her legs and began warming up with scales then improvising around a Bach motif. It was around eight o'clock and somewhere out in the suburban darkness she heard the sweet sound of a child's laughter. Pia had begun the habit of playing her beloved cello in her underwear since she was eight years old. Her teacher had told her to practice before bed in the dark each night so she could feel and hear the music in her body.
At seventeen she had gained a place in a music prestigious conservatorium in 'The big city'. Struggling to make ends meet by her second year she began waitressing and her attractive looks and years of ballet experience led her into erotic dancing. She enjoyed the adoration of men and quickly turned her own passion for sex into an income. By her final year she had graduated to soft porn photography and then live sex videos. Pia's panties tingled as she ground a low note with her beautiful French bow. By the time she graduated from the Conservatoire she had moved into her own Internet business and her lifestyle and income seemed to rule out a lowly chair in a regional orchestra for good. She pulled the slender neck towards herself and slid her fingers up and down it sensuously. What she could do with her left hand to a man's cock was all due to years of practice with this long smooth wooden neck. She kissed the curls on the scroll and ran her tongue around the indentations. For as long as she could remember playing cello had always made her horny. Her hot pink string bikini panties were damp and her nipples pressed an outline in the pink silk cups of her bra.
