[This story follows on directly from my middle-of-the-night story about our finding our all time favourite position for leisurely lovemaking. All of them are part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.
[For those who don’t know, a few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, Pat, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.
[This story begins in Peter’s home, in fact, in Peter’s very warm, very comfortable three-quarter size double bed. It is October 1964, morning has broken upon our final night sleeping together. We knew that there was little time left to experience each other in the comfort of a real bed. Our stolen weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration was soon to come to an end and neither of us could envisage any plan which would allow us to sleep together again any time in the near future. We’d be thrown onto our resources of wild sex and winter would not make that the most welcome of adventures. We are awaking on the Sunday morning.]
When I awoke in the morning I found myself looking into his already open eyes. I was lying with one leg across his thigh and groin, my breast pressing through my pyjama top against his chest and my hand was on his shoulder. I realised I was not wearing pyjama bottoms, then remembered I’d fallen asleep without them.
“I love you,” I said.
“Good morning, sweetheart” he replied
I squeezed myself against him and rubbed my thigh against his.
“I fell asleep last night. Sorry.”
“You were lovely, Ang.”
“How did we end up like this?”
“No idea. When I woke this was how we were and I’ve been absorbing the loveliness of it for about forty minutes, feeling you sleeping on me.”
“Wow. I’ve missed out for forty minutes. Unfair.”
I leaned over further and looked deeply into his eyes, then at his lips and I said, “Good morning my Peter,” and gently planted my lips upon his and we enjoyed one of our most gentle and tender kisses. It went on and on, neither wanting to stop and I climbed further onto him to make it easier for the kiss to continue and to rub my thigh against his. I also felt his erection inside his briefs pressing against my knee and I used it to stroke him gently, taking care not to pressure his balls.
“I want to keep my reserves for a really special lovemaking this morning. Can we not do anything now and save ourselves? Would that be okay for you?”
“But what are we going to do about this?” I asked, plunging my hand down into his briefs and firmly taking his penis in my hand and giving it several hard squeezes.