Pushing the guilt from my mind I shoved Matt onto the loveseat and climbed on top, not bothering to even take off my shoes as I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties aside. Burrying my face in his shoulder I tried not to moan as he awkwardly alternated between hugging me and patting my head absentmindedly. His grunts were forced but I he bucked into me a little as I fumbled with my bouncing and muttered appologies.
"Should I?" He trailed off as his dick slipped out of me again and I made a mixed sound of frustration and need.
"I'm sorry, this is weird. I'm trying to get it over with but... I don't know how to..." I gave up and just sat still, shivering an unexpected breeze chilled my slick folds and the trail of precum his dick left as it pulsed in time with his heartbeat against my thigh.
Seeing my resignation he gently lifted me so that I was sitting on my knees beside him and he shifted to stand behind me. I wiped the tears out of my eyes and muttered my thanks as he lined up behind me.
Slowly he pushed back into me and held my hips as he thrusted decisively into me.
"Is this okay? Are you in pain?"
I choke out a sob and yelp as his thrust hits me and he stops completely and gently places a hand on my shoulder.
"Faster" I beg, wishing desperately to just be done and get past this.
Patting my ass awkwardly he resumed thrusting forcing my face into the blanket draped over the back of the couch
"The crying is a bit of a buzz kill ya know" he muttered between thrusts. "I didnt think I would be THAT bad at sex"
"No this is fucking great" I moan out pathetically. Gasping I continue "you're doing fantastic I'm so thankful you are doing this for me."
Against my will a long groan resonates through me as the shift in position changes the sensation to be nearly overwhelming. "I just don't want it to be weird for you... I don't want-"
Smack
I squeal as he slaps my ass and i moan embarrassingly as he thrusts harder.
"Is that how you like it?" He punctuates his question with another spank.
"You want me to punish you for seducing me?" Another smack on my other cheek makes me scream in extacy.
"Yes!" I shout "I'm sorry Matt, im so sorry"
Suddenly his hand weaves into my hair against my scalp and he pulls me back up against him as he rams into me and holds me close to his chest. Shaking I feel his cum forced into me as his dick pulses inside me.
After a second he pulls out of me and I feel him kiss my neck.
I open my mouth to ask him what he is doing and freeze as he slips out of me and kisses me passionately on the lips.
"W-what?" I stutter as I push him off of me and fall in a heap on the side of the couch "what are you doing?"
He looks confused for a moment and then a look of comprehension shows on his face. "Oh, it's fine, I don't have a problem with kissing after oral"
He sits down next to me and pulls me close, reaching between my legs to cup my dripping cunt.
I squeal a bit again and freeze up and he stops when he notices my discomfort. "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" He begins rambling "oh shit you told me it might hurt for your first time, do you need a hot water bottle? Do you need some space? I'll go get a towel, I'm sorry honey I'll be right back"
as he walks out of the room I stare numbly after him and take steadying breaths. The appartment looks mostly the same. All the same stuffed animals and posters but when I unlock my phone I am greeted by a picture of myself and Matt. Concern growing I check my messages and find a conversation with his girlfriend. The conversation is about her boyfriend but the picture attached isn't Matt.
The puzzle pieces start to fall into place in my mind as I scroll mindlessly through my phone. I'm his girlfriend now... It's the only reasonable explanation for us living together and as I finish calming down foreign memories fall into place. Our first date, moving in together, the inexplicably long time I put off having sex, and the ring. Oh god the ring I look at my left hand startled. "Fuck" I whisper as my fiance returns with a towel and bottle of water.
I take the offered towel as he looks at me like I'm made of glass. And my mind runs at 1000 miles per hour trying to figure out what to say.
With a sheepish smile he asks "was it good for you too?" And I can't help but burst out laughing and crying with joy.