In Australia there are few ways to cool down in the relentless summer heat. For those lucky enough however, swimming is the best. I am one of those lucky few, as recently the house I've moved into with my family contains a large outside pool within an enclosure.
Now, as a twenty-five-year-old virgin, I've conjured up quite a few fantasies about this pool and all the naughty things that I could get up to (and plenty of other areas within the house). It wasn't until a certain someone entered my life that these little fantasies became somewhat of a reality.
I'd never considered Matt sexually until one night, when it was just the two of us, bored and slightly tipsy from a night of drinking. After the suggestion of "maybe we could make-out?" on his part, we went up to my room and fooled around. With myself being inexperienced, Matt took the lead. And he certainly seemed to know what he was doing. The cynic in myself however will always wonder whether that was just for show, or whether he really is experienced as he seemed. Regardless, fuuuuuuuuuuck.
It began with some serious kissing, always using tongue. He was naked (there's another story behind that), and erect. He gently pulled up my t-shirt, looking to me for confirmation - yes - and began sucking my breasts, my nipples incredibly sensitive to his tongue. It wasn't until he asked me, after somehow managing to arrange himself so that his penis was right in front of my mouth, that I really appreciated the male body.
"Give it a little kiss?" he asked.
Of course, I wanted to. I wanted to touch it, rub it, feel his hard length between my hands. And fuck me, was it big. Long and hard, and after succumbing to his pretty humorous explanations as to how it would benefit me, surprisingly soft. I liked it instantly.
When I think of this night, although this was as intimate we got (unless you count him cumming on me after masturbating) I will always think of the sensation of having him inside my mouth, of his salty taste and small moans.
It was this that I was thinking about as I was swimming, floating on my back wearing a bikini with my long red hair flowing out around me. Not being able to hear anything with my head half under the water, I noticed a shadow to my left and looked to see who it was. Matt was standing there, looking down at me. The butterflies were instant. The same feeling that I get when I remember being kissed by him, and kissing him back, but more than anything thinking of the erect largeness of him.
With a self-concious smile, aware of the fact that he was looking at my body, my pale skin probably blinding him in the sun, I swam over to the edge, giving him a quizzical look as I went. He bent to his knees with that self-satisfied sort of smirk on his face. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," I replied, wanting to appear ever so casual.
