Innocence Lost on a Friday Night

It all started after work, the end of the week a hot Friday night at the beginning the first week of a hot summer. The intention being, an early evening with a few friends, with a few cheap beers, wines, and very badly sung Karaoke. Eventually the night passes everyone by and one by one the visitors leave. Until just, Bruce (my housemate), Ali and I remained.

Young Ali was 21 with auburn hair, a freckled nose and first full-time job - innocence personified. She was in her first few months of living out of home alone and was a country girl to boot. It was too far to walk home, too late to get a bus home and too long a wait for a taxi to come. Being the gentleman that I am, I told Ali that she could stay the night and I would take her home early in the morning before I started work.

So as not to disturb her, I offered to sleep on the sofa bed in the front room, she could use my bedroom with nice clean sheets and a ceiling fan. At first she said that she couldn’t kick me out of my bed, and that she would sleep on the sofa bed. I pointed out to her that I would be up early and didn’t want to wake her. I gave her a sarong to sleep in and a towel for a shower in the morning and told her I would wake her 30 mins before I needed to leave for work.

30 minutes later, as I was just about to fall asleep, I heard a soft voice say “are you awake?”

"Yes," I replied. It was Ali.

"I can’t get to sleep," she said. “I feel guilty that I have kicked you out of your own bed."

I replied “don’t be silly, go back to bed, I'm very comfy."

Ali continued to protest until she suggested that we could both sleep in my room. I then quickly pointed out one problem - I don’t have any pyjamas and I sleep naked, and on such a hot night normally without sheets. To share the bed would be inappropriate.

This seemed to fix the problem - Ali returned to the bedroom, and I quickly fell asleep. However I was awoken by Ali again saying, “You do have another sarong, maybe you can sleep in that." She insisted that she would not get any sleep until I was in my bed beside her. I asked to bring me out the other sarong and said that I would put it on and join her in bed. Anything for a good nights sleep.

After what seemed to be more than a few hours sleep I awoke to see Ali getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, her well rounded bottom and pert breasts - sitting as only they can on a 21 year old woman - were silhouetted underneath her sarong by the dull hallway light I left on, just in case she needed to visit the bathroom during the night. '10 C maybe D,' I thought to myself as I rolled back over to return to sleep, only 2 more hours left. I felt Ali get back into bed, this time not trying to stay on her side of the bed, almost snuggling without touching, we both quickly fell back to sleep.

At the first light of a new summer's day, I woke to hear the birds singing, the smell of eucalyptus and salt-water in the air, beneath my sarong my manhood was standing to full attention. The reason? Ali’s arms were both wrapped around me, one over my chest, the other just above loins. Now this was snuggling. My movement woke Ali. It was at this point that she realized that she had me embraced in her arms. She apologized and tried to quickly take her arms away from me, which was when she noticed my penis at full erection. Being self-conscious or embarrassed (I do not know which) she asked me why I had an erection. I replied that it was probably due to the fact for the last 2 hours I had slept with her arms wrapped around me.

A look of wonderment came upon her face, her freckled nose screwed up a little, dimples on her cheeks appeared. She then asked in all seriousness, “Do you have to wank for it to go away?"

Taken aback a little I replied “what?”

She asked again. At this point I came to the realization that there maybe a little explaining to do. My reply was forward - probably way too forward.

"Have you been with a man before?”

"Yes.”

"How many?"

“4.”

"Did you like it?"

"It was OK, we only did it missionary position then," she said. Before I could say anything Ali blurted out “I thought men had to have a wank to make their erection go away.”

I laughed, “Men don’t need any reason to wank, really."

“Do you wank?" she asked.

“Yes of course, it’s good training."

“Training for what?”

"Training for sex. You learn how your body works, what you like, don’t like, what feels good what feels great, what is not so good. You should try it.”

It was at this point I asked her if she had orgasmed when she had sex. “No” came the reply.

"Do you masturbate?"

“Yes.”

"Do you use your fingers or a vibrator? Do you come?" I asked.

"Only my fingers and yes I come. I have never used as vibrator before, should I?"

"You should try it learn from it so that next time you have sex you can try different positions, remember what works for you then try to replicate it for real."

At this point, Ali slowly pulled the sarong up her thigh to reveal a pussy with very large luscious pink lips that protruded through the thick thatch of auburn pubic hair, with the slightest hint of wetness.

“I like to do it this way,” she said, slowly touching her Mons before moving to her labia majora deep between her thighs. Using 2 fingers she softly stroked the labia working back up to her mons, before moving to slowly part her labia with her fingers. Delicate strokes began to moisten her pussy even more, making it ready for insertion. At this point I said “well now I will have to wank. Would you like to try a vibrator?”

“Do have one?”

“Yes I do. Jessie has one kept here, it's brand new.”

I opened the new vibrator and told Ali to experiment with it to see what works.

"I’m going to have a shower and I’ll see you when you are finished."

"Please stay, I can play with you too." She said.

At this point I didn’t need too much convincing, and then the real fun began. With the sun beating down upon us both Ali began by using the vibrator on the outside of her pussy, experimenting feeling, listening to her body, as to what felt best. Slowly but surely she learnt what was best and then preceded to use the vibrator inside her lush wet vagina, glistening in the sunlight from the wetness, the vibrator sliding slowly in then out, bringing her almost to full arousal.

"Don’t be too keen too soon, Ali,” I said. "Use it in another position, pretend you are having sex. Try kneeling and using it from behind."

I myself was entirely turned on and was hoping that this would finish with more than a hand job. Ali then knelt and placed the vibe into her aching pussy again, slowly at first then with a little more tempo she began to bring herself to climax, once then twice then 3 times lucky. After she had finished I asked her if she had ever had her pussy eaten by a man before, unsurprisingly she said no!

"May I?"

A smile came over both our faces and she replied "only if I can suck that throbbing cock of yours."

“You're welcome to.”

So we began Ali’s first 69.

Delicately I began with soft butterfly kisses all over her now soaking mons, darting my tongue between her labia, before finally making my way to her clitoris. What a clit it was, surrounded by a thick maze of auburn pubic hair. It was glistening and splendidly pink, it seemed exceedingly large and erect. Each time my tongue touched it, I could feel her body quiver ever so slightly in delight. All the while she was working on my manhood, beginning with the shaft of my cock and then every now and then tonguing droplets of precum from head of my cock before working her way down to my balls and biting my scrotum.

I decided to take things away from the thick thatch of bush and work my way down to her anus gently tonguing the area around, whilst she squirmed in pleasure. 'What is good for the goose is good for the gander' I believe she thought, as she found that area on me between the scrotum and anus that can really make a man squirm. Ooh la la.

It was time, time for Ali to learn that there is much more to sex than the missionary position. I sat her up and looked into her blue eyes, the freckles seemed more visible than before, her cheeks and chest were of a red flush, her nipples pricked, her pussy aching. We kissed passionately, starting on the lips but moving to the nape of her neck, before making my way to her saucy bosom, darting my tongue around her areolae and nipple, invoking involuntary shudders, all before making my way back to her lips. I laid down and motioned to her to come sit on top, she squatted just above my aching rod. Would I have enough control? I wanted to cum, cum badly, I knew this girl's whole life could be awakened sexually if I performed as I should, that she would never suffer the mundane again. That moment came, that moment when a hard cock enters a welcoming vagina, words can’t describe it, a wonderful feeling every time.

Ali took her time taking in my hot rod, savouring the pleasure, like there was no tomorrow. I told her it was up to her, to do what feels good for her and make herself cum. Ali began to takes things faster, vary her movements and speed, thrusting her pelvis forward to maximize the pleasure she was feeling. The sweat was pouring off both of us, the smell of sex was in the air, our breathing was in unison and getting heavier by every moment. The thrust of my cock inside her vagina was becoming increasingly pleasurable - the panting, the involuntary muscular contractions becoming more frequent, the moans of lust all coming to a crescendo.

Then she shuddered uncontrollably and again, she was having her first orgasm and it was good! She came again and again, the joy of sex all over her face, body, in her eyes. I came inside her with a rush, filling her dripping pussy with my load. I pulled out my cock to literally see the joy of sex on her body, on her face, in her eyes as I came all over her. She then took my rod in her mouth to suck it dry.