For days after giving my now husband a hand job all I count think about was how good it felt in my hands and how much I wanted to see what it looked like! Finally after a few days, I text him, “I really want to see your cock.”

He responded, “I’d love to show it to you, especially if I can see you naked too!” I thought about it for a few minutes, “Deal! But my rule is one of us always has to have our underwear on, that way we don’t accidentally have sex.”

We planned it out for the next night. His room was further away from his roommates, so I’d sneak over and sneak into his room during the night. The whole drive over there I thought about backing out. “What if we go too far.” “What if he is turned off by my body.” “What if I don’t like seeing a penis.” But I talked myself into continuing to drive over there, and tapped on his window.

He opened his blinds and I was surprised to see he was only wearing boxers. He opened his window and helped me climb in. I looked him up and down, this was the least clothes I’d ever seen on him. “Having a nice look?” he asked with a smirk, “I think if you’re going to keep looking I should have something to look at as well.”

I slowly started taking off my clothes, worried about what he would think of my body. I turned away so my back was facing him and took off all my clothes other than my bra and panties. I had worn my sexiest bra and panties, but they were still very tame (I was a good girl, remember?) I was wearing a bright green bra and matching panties.

He gently grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. From the immediately look of joy and excitement on his face, I knew my worries were unfounded. Eye contact IMMEDIATELY GONE. 😂 His eyes were locked onto my boobs, even still covered in a bra.

After we looked at each other for a few more minutes we started making out and he invited me over to his bed. This was our first time making out anywhere other than in a car, it was so much better! After a few minutes, he told me, “you know it’s a little unfair you still have two items of clothing on and I only have one.” That sly, horny man was right.

I stood up and faced away from him and undid my bra. I slowly took it off and covered my boobs with my hands. I turned around, still covering my boobs with my hands and straddled him, making out with him again. After a minute or two I sat up, trying to work up the courage to move my hands. He reached up and grabbed my wrists and looked at me, and I knew what he was wordlessly asking. I responded with a nod.

He pulled my hands away freeing my naked boobs in front of him for the first time. At that point I was a B cup, with perky little tits, small circular areolas and pointy nipples. He started for a moment or two before grabbing my left boob in his hand and leaning forward to suck on my right nipple.

I pulled his head tighter to my boob and moaned, “fuuuuuuck.” He sucked my nipples for a long time before he pulled away and asked, “what now?” I lifted my hips and grabbed his black boxers waist band and looked at him with an unspoken question.

He raised his hips off the bed in answer, and I slid his boxers off. I could not have been more surprised to see his cock spring free. He had told me it was 9 inches but I was certain he was exaggerating before that night. That night I realized, if anything he might have been selling himself short. I just started at his naked dick frozen with excitement and intimidation.

Finally I told him, “it’s different than I expected,” (ladies, wrong response!) 😂 He quickly apologized and tried to grab his boxers to put them back on. “No, no, no,” I stopped him, “It’s so much better than I imagined. I imagined it looking like a long skinny finger. This is thick and muscular and I love the top of it! I had no idea that part would look so different.”

“The head?” he asked. “If that’s what this part is called,” I said, touching the head of his cock. “What do you like to do with it?” I asked. I grabbed the tip and used my fingers to squeeze it, so the hole opened up a bit. “Well definitely not that,” he said quickly. I stopped pinching the head between my fingers and instead started stroking his cock the way he had showed me the other night. He moaned, “yes that, that’s what I want you to do with it.” I sat there, topless, stroking my boyfriend’s cock that I was seeing for the first time. He started playing with my naked tits and pulling on my nipples.

After a few minutes, he told me he was getting close and grabbed a box of tissues. He pulled out 5 or 6 and went to cover the head of his cock with them. I stopped him, “no I want to see you jizz,” I pleaded. “It’s going to make a mess,” he said. I told him I didn’t care, I wanted to see how his cum comes out. He agreed and I got back to work stroking his massive cock.

He started grabbing my tits harder and moaning and I knew from his sounds he must be getting close. I started intently at his cock. Then I felt his cock flex and saw white cum shoot out all over my hands and his bed. And with every flex there was more! I thought it might never stop, but I just kept stroking until I had drained every drop of cum out of him.

“Wow, I didn’t expect it to spray,” I told him, “I just thought it would kinda trickle out. And there is so much of it!” He said, “I tried to warn you,” and laughed and handed me the tissues to clean up my hands while he cleaned it off his bed.

When we were both done, he asked, “what do you want to do now.” I was so turned on from seeing him cum, I couldn’t help but say, “I want you to put your boxers back on right now so I can take my panties off and you can touch me there,”

You’d have thought he was being timed to compete in the Olympics with how fast he pulled his boxers back on and knelt down in front of me. He slowly started pulling down my panties. I hadn’t told him before hand, but I’d shaved my pussy for him earlier that day. I’d never shaved before, he knew I had a bush from fingering me in the past. He jaw dropped and he started at my bare pussy.

“Is it okay?” I asked when he didn’t say anything at first. “Okay?” he responded, “it’s so much better than okay!” He pulled me into bed and started playing with my labia. Normally when he would finger me, we would kiss or he would play with my tits, but not this time. This time he was locked on to my pussy. Using his fingers to spread my lips. Rubbing them over my clit. Sliding fingers in and out of my pussy. It felt so good laying there naked while he touched me.

Since his full attention was on my pussy, I started playing with my own tits, something I’d never done before. I was surprised it still felt good when I touched them myself, but obviously not as good as him doing it. I was so focused on how good I was feeling I wasn’t watching him, and I was surprised when I felt something different down there. I looked down quickly, just in time to see that he was licking my wet pussy. Right as I looked, his tongue passed over my clit. “Oh fuck!” I yelled out! “Shhh not so loud or my roommates will come check on me,” he pleaded.

“I’ll be quiet, just please do that again,” I begged, spreading my legs wider for him. He smiled and slowly lowered his face down to my wet pussy. He started alternating between flicking my clit with his tongue, and sliding his tongue as far as he could into my pussy. Then he started to finger my pussy with one hand, playing with my tits with his other hand, and licking my clit. I had to turn and bury my head in his pillow to muffle my moans.

I was begging him not to stop. I pulled his face tighter against my pussy and grinded against his face, covering him in my pussy juices. I felt my orgasm build and finally I climaxed. As I was climaxing, he bit down softly on my clit. I had the biggest orgasm of my life up to that point.

Once I finished recovering from the massive orgasm, I started getting dressed quickly. “What did I do wrong? What are you doing?” he asked, confusion clear on his face. I responded, “If I don’t leave right now, I’m not going to be able to resist full on having sex with you tonight.”

With that said, I finished getting dressed and headed for the window. When he followed me, I turned around, pull down his boxers and told him “I need a mental image of that.” Then when I knew my resolve was about to break, I turned and climbed back out the window.