Chapter 2 - Jonathan

      A couple of weeks later, I got a job at the cafe near school. I worked 3 or 4 days a week, earning just enough so I wouldn't have to ask mum for money. That was where I met Jonathan, and though I was not sure about the concept, he became my first boyfriend. He was 19 and gorgeous, but he wanted to wait, to get to know each other before going all the way, and though I thought I'd bust, I went along with it. We spent two months going on dates, speaking on the phone every night, he met my parents, and brought records to listen to in my room. Occasionally we snogged on my bed, and though his dick was raging, he kept his hands over my clothes, until on one of those afternoons on my bed, I asked him why he didn't want to touch me. He said he really did, but he wanted me to be ready, wanted it to be special. I told him everything we did was special, and I was very ready, I wanted to feel him inside me, and I didn't think I could wait anymore. We made plans for that Saturday evening. He said there was a place he wanted to take me. 

We drove for about an hour to a little meadow in the middle of nowhere. It was cold, and it had rained that morning, but I would have fucked him in a tub of ice at that point, so by the time we threw a blanket over the wet grass, I was already soaking through my pants. We stayed next to each other on the blanket for a while, I was shivering, and ridiculously nervous. He reached over and touched my face. He told me I was beautiful, and started kissing me, painfully slow kisses that I felt all the way down to my toes. He pulled up my top and gently sucked my nipple. I felt my insides turn to jelly, my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I could see my tits bouncing slightly from the force of it. I started moving down, I could see the bulge of his cock through his trousers, and I wanted to feel it in my mouth. I wanted to feel delicate skin against my tongue, to see how much of it I could take, to know how it would taste. I wanted to suck the cum out, feel it spurt against the back of my throat. His cock bounced up at me as I pulled his trousers down, I started bringing my face down when he pulled me back up towards his face. You don't have to do that, he said. I know. I want to. It just seems sort of degrading, he said. Oh.. I nodded, completely humiliated by my desire. My eyes stung, self-consciousness took over my whole body as I tried to find pleasure in his movements on top of me. He put on a condom and pushed his cock into me, all I felt was the rubber scraping my insides as he thrust, his hair tickled my face as he whispered into my ear that he loved me. I couldn't even move, I held perfectly sill, my muscles tense, my mouth shut firmly against the noises that I knew would escape if I relaxed even for a moment. I should have enjoyed it, it should have been good, but I was too humiliated to allow myself to fuck him back. I waited until he came, grunting into me, knowing that this was the first and last time I would ever fuck him. 


