Message-ID: <21395asstr$943236601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Nobby Nobbs" Subject: {ASSM} RP {NobbyNobbs} "Finally Claire" [2/2] (mf, rom) Lines: 269 X-Original-Message-ID: <819otm$kv1$10@nclient11-gui.server.virgin.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 21 Nov 1999 21:41:10 GMT Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 21:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, kelly This story was first posted in October 1998 by me under a diferent name. Since then I has moved on with my life. I have moved in with my girlfriend, moved to a new town, and got a new job. I feel that a change in pen name is appropriate. **Disclaimer (Robert De Niro gangster voice) What d'you means you ain't old enough to read this? If you ain't old enough, then why you reading it? You stoopid fuck. Let me explain something to you. Are you listening to me? I'm trying to explain something. In whatever country you happen to be, there's a law telling you how old you have to be to read something which contains graphic depiction's of sexual activities. You might be old enough to do it, but that ain't necessarily old enough to read about it. Besides, sex is nasty, horrible and dirty. If you go reading shit like this, you'll end up like me, sad and depraved. So if you ain't old enough, go and do something healthy, like playing "Quake". What? Now you saying you are old enough, but that this sort of thing offends you. Then stop reading now! Stoopid fuck. Go on! Fuck off. Let us pervs have our fun. Go and read a 'mills and boon' novel or something. Finally Claire Part 2 of 2 Revision 1.2 Original posted in October 1998 Comments can be sent to nobby.nobbs@virgin.net **Special note I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get confused from time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!! The name Nobby Nobbs comes from the Discworld(R) series of books by Terry Prachett. <-------------------------------------------------------------------> Finally Claire (2/2) by Nobby Nobbs (c) Copyright 1998 Nobby Nobbs Even though I had had girlfriends before I was still a virgin. Claire had only ever been out with any guy for no more than two dates, and she too had her cherry intact. I think we both knew that we wanted each other in the worst way. We would kiss a lot, and fondle each other, but we always remained fully clothed. I felt under her bra, and inside her knickers on a few occasions, but her hand stayed above my waist. We talked about what it would be like, where we wanted to do it. In March we decided that the time was right. We wanted our first time to be special, so we decided to ask our parents if Claire could stay over at my place one weekend. My mom hated the idea when I first suggested it. But I argued my case, calmly and concisely. I knew she would initially say "No" as a kind of motherly reaction, so I had already planned what needed to be said. I explained that since we were both 18, two years over the age of consent, legally old enough to get married without parental permission, legally adults, she couldn't stop us if we really wanted to do it. Claire had a car, so all we had to do was find a good place to park. But I also told her that we were trying to be responsible about it, something my mom, and the teachers, were always going on about. I told her we wanted it to be special, not some sticky fumbling in the back seat of a mini-metro. Eventually mom relented. She agreed that it was for the best if we had somewhere to stay, so we set a date for Claire to stay over. The weekend arrived quickly. We had planned to spend Friday and Saturday night together. We wanted to just sleep with each other before we finally "did it". So that's what happened. Friday night we rented a video, ordered a pizza and spent the night in my room just like so many times before. The difference was that this time Claire didn't drive home at the end of the night. Instead she went into the bathroom and changed into a short nightshirt. While she was changing I put on some jim-jams and turned back the covers on the bed. We climbed into bed together. Mine was a small single bed, and we were forced to lie close to each other. We held each other tightly. We kissed, and our hands roamed. But this was not the night. As much as we wanted each other, we showed restraint. We eventually fell asleep, with me tucked up behind her, my arms wrapped around her. She held onto my hand as we slept. We spent the whole of the next day together. We woke early and went shopping. We had a pub lunch then we went to the football, something I had always loved and Claire had come to enjoy. We followed that with a trip to the cinema and a McDonalds. We went on to a club and met up with some friends. The music was loud and hardly appropriate for a romantic evening, but we had a great time none the less. Most of the music at that time was for dancing alone, but by request the DJ played some bump-n-grind music, giving Claire and I a chance to get VERY close on the dance floor. The club was open until 2am, but we were both desperate to get home. We bid farewell to our friends at midnight. By the time we got back to my house the rest of my family we already in bed. Claire and I went straight upstairs. With everyone else asleep it was too late for soft music, too late for talk. I closed the door to my room behind me and Claire leapt on me. Her lips pressed against mine and her arms wrapped themselves around my neck. I responded to her kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth and entwining it with hers. I put my hands on her hips, then began to trace a line up her back with my fingers. The blouse she wore was thin, and through it I could feel the softness of her skin and the clasp of her bra as my hand passed over it. As my hands worked their way up her body, hers traced a similar path down my back. She reached my ass, and I got a shock as she gripped its cheeks, firmly squeezing them. She broke from the kiss to say, "I've always liked your butt." She let go of my cheeks and her hands moved to just above the waist of my jeans. I had on no belt, so it was easy for her to slide her hands under my jeans and boxers, grabbing my ass again. All this time I ran my hands through her hair as we kissed. Claire began to knead by ass cheeks as I moved my hands between us to paw at her breasts. At first I was gentle with them, but suddenly I had an impulse, and squeezed one of them hard. She flung her head back, and there was a mixed look of shock and pleasure in her eyes. She responded by doing the same to my butt. I moved one hand and began to work on the top button of her blouse. She pulled away form me. No words were exchanged. There was no need. We both knew we were about to cross a line and there was no turning back. She stood before me, and slowly she undid each button of her silky white blouse. As the last one opened, she slid the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. For a moment she just stood there, silently. Then she reached around her back and unclasped her bra. As she brought her hands back around to the front, her bra fell forward, reveling to me for the first time, the milky white globes of tit-flesh beneath. As the bra too hit the floor, landing on top of the blouse, I stood motionless, drinking in the figure of beauty before me. I sighed, and stepped forward, reaching up a hand to each breast, gently kneading them, squeezing the nipples and rolling them between my fingers. I kissed Claire lips, then as she tipped her head back to enjoy the sensations she was experiencing, I moved on, kissing her neck, working my way downwards. Claire had the presence of mind to sit down on the bed, which was just behind her. I sat down next to her, making it easier to bend down and kiss the soft flesh of her tits. I tried to cover as much flesh with kisses before I got to the deep red nipples, sticking straight out, hard and filled with blood. I reached out a tongue to lick one of them, still working on the other with my hand. I used my tongue to flick at the pink bud, slowly at first then with increasing tempo. Finally I took it between my lips and began to suck upon it. Claire flung her head back even further, almost touching the back of her neck. She let out a long low sigh as I tried to suck as much of the milky white flesh into my mouth as possible. We continued like this for a few minutes, I alternated breasts, until Claire finally lifted my head up to kiss me. Now it was her turn. She undid each of the buttons of my shirt, running her hand through the thin hair on my chest. As she undid each button, she covered the newly revealed skin with kisses. When she reached my belly button, she dipped her tongue into it, sending a shiver up my spine. By now I was rock hard, and my cock was straining to get out of the confines of my Levis. It caused a visible lump. Claire placed a hand on it. The first time anyone had been this close to my dick besides me. Claire fumbled with the buttons of my fly, and I tried to kick off my shoes and remove my socks with my feet. At the same time our lips were locked together in a kiss, our tongues fighting with each other. Claire opened up the last button of my fly and I lifted my bum up off the bed so that she could ease down my jeans. I now sat next to her on the bed in only my boxer shorts, my prick wanting out. Our lips still locked together, Claire slipped a hand into my shorts and took hold of my dick, wrapping her delicate fingers around it. I flinched slightly, and Claire broke away from the kiss to smile at me. A claming smile, a loving smile, and the look in her eyes told me she was pleased with what she felt in her hand. As she kissed me again she began to stroke it. Like most teenagers I masturbated, but it was never like this. Now that someone else was doing it the sensations were heightened, and I kissed Claire harder. I reached a hand down and placed it on Claire's bare leg, just between her knee and the hem of her short skirt. Gently I rubbed it, then slid it upwards, underneath her skirt and towards her panties. I stroked the top of her thigh, inching closer to her knickers with each upward movement. Claire suddenly let go of my dick, and inside I panicked, thinking I had done something wrong. But my fears we unfounded. Claire reached around and undid the button and zip of her skirt. I knew what she wanted, and as she lifted herself off the surface of the bed I removed both her skirt and panties in one swift movement. As they reached her ankles she kicked them off, across the room, and they hit the door, falling in a crumpled heap. Before I could attack her now exposed pussy Claire was tugging at the waist band of my boxers, and it was my turn to rest my weight on my hands as she removed them. No sooner had my bum hit the bed again then Claire was once more slowly stoking my cock. With one hand stimulating her nipple, I moved the other back to the top of her leg. No more teasing I decided. It rubbed my hand across her pubes. The wiry hair tickled the back of my hand, but the warmth of her pussy beckoned. With one finger I stroked along it's length, causing Claire's strokes on my dick to speed up momentarily. I did this a couple more times, then slowly slipped a finger inside her. Her whole body stiffened, and she stopped her stroking for a moment. I began to pull my finger out, but her hand forced it back in. I tried again, and again she forced it back in. I got the idea. I began to fuck her with first one, then two fingers. With my thumb I found the nub of flesh that was her clitoris, and rubbed it gently as my fingers worked back and forth inside her. That way we stayed for a while, but we both wanted more. Claire lay back on the bed while I reached over to the bedside cabinet for a condom. Claire wasn't on the pill and we wanted to be careful. I tore the packet open and took out the rubber. Claire looked up at me and said, "Have you ever put one of those on before?" "And when would I have done that?" "I don't know, playing about, experimenting." "No." I said, "I have never.." "Well," Claire interrupted, a glint in her eye, "Can I do it?" "You serious?" I asked. She nodded and I handed her the device. I knelt in front of her and she sat up, condom in hand. She looked at the condom then at my dick, then did something I wasn't expecting. She leant forward and planted a kiss on the end of my knob. I nearly came right there. She looked up at me, her gorgeous blue eyes still glinting, and smiled. Then she took the head of my cock into her mouth, and sucked in as much as she could into her mouth. I can't described how she looked, her eyes closed and her lips wrapped around my cock. In her mouth her tongue was tracing patterns on my dick, but outside there was no sign of the movements that were driving me wild. Without warning she pulled away. She examined the condom once more, and with a look up at me, and a flashed smile of cheekiness, she slipped the rubber covering onto me, rolling it all the way down to my balls. Claire lay back, her legs spread slightly, and beckoned me to her. I fell forward onto her, eager to kiss the lips that had just been around my dick. We kissed for a moment or two, then she reached down, searching for me. It was time. I reached down myself and took hold of my dick. She gripped it too, and together we guided the missile home. We found the warm, wet entrance to her soul, and I rubbed my cock along her pussy lips a few times. Each time she bucked hr hips upward, wanting me inside her. Finally I pushed forward, the pressure at the end of cock forcing her lips apart. Slowly I entered her, inching my cock forward into the blackness. With less than half of myself inside her I felt resistance, and pulled back just as slowly. When only the head remained inside her I began to push back in, reveling in the velvety warmth of her box. For two or three strokes I pushed in until it felt the pressure of her hymen, then pulled out. The whole time we stared into each others eyes. Claire's face was contorted in pleasure, and in her eyes all I could see was love. This time as I began to pull out Claire gripped my ass to stop me, urging me forward. I looked at her. Silently asking if she was sure, I didn't want to hurt her. In answer to my unspoken question she pulled my ass closer, smashing past the thin skin blocking the way. For a moment her face showed pain, but her eyes showed me her love. She held me there until the pain subsided, then released her grip. "Now Fuck me." she said. I bent down to kiss her softly on the lips, and began long slow strokes, pleasuring both of us in a way neither thought possible. With each stroke Claire lifted her hips up to meet me, and all the time we continued to kiss. I began to pick up the pace, building towards an orgasm, and Claire matched every beat. All to soon I came, without warning and with force. Every muscle in my body tensed, and as the condom filled, I collapsed on top of Claire. For a while I was unable to speak as I got back both my breath and my senses. When I had recovered I kissed Claire's forehead and spoke softly to her. "I'm sorry." I said. "What for?" she asked, "that was lovely." "Really?" "Yeah," she said with a smile, "I liked it," "But it didn't last very long." I said. "So, we can do it again later." "And you didn't have.. you know.. you didn't cum." I said. "Doesn't matter." she said, "I'm sure I will next time, or the time after that." And she did. We got under the covers and fell asleep in the same position as the previous night. The next morning we did it again, and Claire did cum, HARD. After that weekend Claire stopped at my house regularly. Since she shared a room with her sister we never got the chance to stay at her house. Like all the most passionate of couples we could never last. I got into University, she didn't. She came to stay a few times with me but the distance was too much. We spilt up and both moved on to pastures new. If I ever got the chance I would love to meet up with her again, to relive that first time. I doubt it will ever happen, but we all live in hope. [END] <-------------------------------------------------------------------> **Copyright Notice This work is Copyright 1998 Mark G. Everitt. You may keep a copy in a personal archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for personal use only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but not the general public). Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other appropriate newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me you have reposted :-> This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a profit by anyone other than the author and copyright holder. This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or otherwise. The names of the people and places involved may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may or may not be based on material that the author has or has not read, seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future. Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand.... ---------------------------------------------------- Until an unfortunate axe incident, Gloria had been captain of the school basketball team. -- (Terry Pratchett, Soul Music) ---------------------------------------------------- nobby.nobbs@virgin.net http://members.tripod.com/~e_space/index2.html -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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