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Stimulating
Stories About First Time Sex
A Compilation of Literate
Erotica
I Want To Do More
by Harry Merkin
These
short stories are
works of fiction.
Names, characters,
places and incidents
either are the
product of the
author’s vivid
imagination or are
used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to
actual human beings,
living or dead,
business
enterprises, events
or locales is
entirely
coincidental.
I got in line for
dinner just as the girl in
front of me said to another
girl, "It was horrible. I
had to compare two books I
hadn't read."
I didn't know them
but asked, "What were the
two books?"
They immediately
turned and stared. They eyed
me from head to toe and the
pretty one told me the
titles.
"So, how did you
answer the question?"
She looked at me
for many seconds and asked,
"Are you Aaron's cousin?"
"No. I don't have
a cousin named Aaron."
"You sure look
like him. Aaron told us his
cousin lived in these
dorms."
We got our trays
and silverware and then the
pretty one asked the ladies
way too many questions about
the food. We sat together
and the other one (the
roommate) told me, "Before
you commit to sitting with
us, you need to know what we
call her."
"Oh, shut up,"
said the pretty one. She
turned to me and declaimed
with her best oratorical
voice, "They call me
Goldilocks."
"Everyone, or just
the Three Bears?"
The roommate
sprayed her soft drink
through her nose and the
pretty one and I could not
stop laughing.
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We
had a blast. We were birds
of a feather. After about an
hour, the roommate was
making a racket with her
silverware and Goldilocks
asked, "What's up?"
The roommate said,
"Nothing."
Goldilocks asked,
"Do you want to leave?"
"YES."
Goldilocks turned
to me and said, "I'm sorry,
we have to leave."
We took our trays
to the back wall and walked
outside.
Just beyond the
threshold, Goldilocks
brought her right hand to my
ear and, with a flourish,
presented me with a quarter.
"Look what I found behind
your ear."
"Neat trick. Do
you know more magic tricks?"
"A few. I'll show
you next time. Bye."
They took a couple
steps away from me and I
called out, "Hey, how do I
find you if I want to see
you again?"
She looked to be
deep in thought and
announced, "I'll follow you
to your room and then you
can walk with me to my
room."
She turned to her
roommate, and asked, "Do you
want to come?"
The roommate just
rolled her eyes and left.
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We stayed in my
room until after midnight.
We agreed to go out the
following Friday evening. I
walked her to her room. She
shushed me as she opened the
door and disappeared in a
flash.
On Friday, we bought ice
cream from a place near the
Square and saw a movie. We
held hands while we took the
scenic route back to our
dorm.
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We
kissed on our
second date.
The first kiss
was not
premeditated.
Our eyes met
during a lull
in our
conversation.
Smiles, more
shy than
sensuous,
filled our
faces and we
moved closer.
Our smiles
grew and our
lips moved
closer. Just
when our
smiles could
not get any
bigger, our
lips met, but
only for an
instant. We
had been
unprepared for
the intensity
of that first
kiss. We
kissed again.
And yet again.
These were simply
kisses. Not a kiss as a
preliminary nor a kiss as
prelude. Those came soon.
The kiss as
prelude is the mark of
lovers.
It starts with a
glance that leads to a kiss.
The kiss becomes a prelude
to more kisses. Those kisses
become a prelude to
foreplay. Foreplay is a
prelude to splaying legs and
spilling semen. With time,
kisses become a prelude to
promises that lead to a
commitment that leads to
permanence. Kisses bind us.
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On our third date,
we undressed to our
underwear after the
preliminaries and were naked
not much later. We explored
our bodies like I’d never
done before - kissing and
licking our genitalia. She
let me place fingers in her
vagina while she pleasured
herself.
At one point while I was
looking at and exploring her
pussy, I asked her if she
was on the pill. She said,
“Yes, how can you tell?” I
told her I was just curious.
Once she understood the
reason for my curiosity she
responded she was
technically a virgin and
wanted to still be one
tomorrow morning.
She soon asked me to get on
her, with my erection
between her legs. She
continued masturbating,
stimulating both of us.
Though I had stayed still
(as she suggested), I felt
an ejaculation about to
happen when she had an
orgasm, and was trying to
think how to tell her I was
about to explode. I lifted
myself a bit and began by
saying, “I want to do more
...” But before I could
think of the next phrase,
she answered, “Me too,” and
pulled me back down with
unexpected force. I
immediately realized what
had happened.
"Oh shit, I can't
believe I did that."
"Do you want me to
pull out?"
"No, I like how
you feel inside of me."
I explained to her
I had wanted to do more but
first needed to take a break
so I wouldn’t get seminal
fluid on her and on the
sheets.
She had wanted
this milestone to occur
under more romantic
circumstances. She recounted
her fantasy about how she
had hoped to lose her
virginity.
About a minute
later, I told her, "In golf,
they would call this a hole
in one."
She started
laughing, laughing
uncontrollably. Next I was
laughing and her vagina was
rhythmically squeezing me
and releasing me and before
long, I was spurting like
Old Faithful.
"Wow. Wow. Oh my
god. Your hot juices feel so
good."
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We continued to go
out and also have study
dates, for 3 or 4 weeks, but
did not sleep together.
Then, one Friday evening,
walking from the library to
our dorm, we stopped to kiss
goodnight by the entrance.
She told me she was going up
to her place to shower and
change. She then said, “You
should too.” I looked at her
quizzically and she
whispered in my ear, “I want
to do more.”
She knocked on my door in
less than one hour. She was
wearing a sweatshirt and
sweat pants and holding a
small duffel bag. Once in my
suite, she asked me to
undress and wait for her in
bed while she went into the
bathroom. When she came into
my room, she was wearing a
black slip. She did some
graceful ballet-type moves
and took the slip off very
slowly to show me her black
lace bra and panties and
then she turned off the
light. We made love eleven
times between then and
Monday morning.
She was artistic and a real
wild child. I could see why
her mom had taken her to a
doctor to get her on the
pill before she left for
college. We behaved like
rabbits ... we spent way too
much time together and our
grades suffered.
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The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de
guerre) is a
dick-brain who is more
articulate than an arthropod
and has many ways with
words. He tries desperately
not to write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often
fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a
fabrication.
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