Me and my girlfriend Jemma had been dating for a fair few months before we had the opportunity to do something more than kissing and cuddling. She is a very quite, polite and mostly shy girl. I loved that. And she is gorgeous too. I don't like stick insects and at that time, she was a perfect size 12/14. We were both living at our parents house at that time, and it was about 6 or 7 o' clock when she rang the door bell and I answered. She had on a navy pair of skinny jeans and a medium-length black halter-neck top with silver sequins, a well-fitted dark brown leather jacket and (the sexiest of all) what I now refer to as her "hooker boots". They were knee-length brown leather heeled boots and they made my cock twitch when I saw them on her innocence. She very rarely has ever worn make-up, and she didn't that night, certainly, but she didn't need to. She wore her long, dark brown -- almost black -- hair steamed straight and it reached right down to where her tummy button would be.

We went into town, into a busy bar and we stayed there for more than a couple of drinks. We were both more than a touch tipsy too by the time we got back to my parents house to find that my mother was out. Empty house. What a result. We sat on the sofa, and she didn't even manage to get her jacket off before I was sticking the lips on her. I held her face with my palm while I was tonguing her passionately and she was tonguing me back. Her tits were amazing. They were by far the first things that attracted me to her that first night that I seen her out of her frumpy work uniform.

It was a work's night out and I was actually with my ex-girlfriend at the time. I didn't even recognise Jemma the first time that she grabbed me by the shoulder and turned me round to say hello. How could this frumpy, chubby, tat-haired checkout girl be the hour-glass framed, shimmering raven-haired beauty who's giant, perfectly propped-up tits exploded out of her black fitted evening dress. From that night onwards I knew in my mind I had to fuck her.

Back on the sofa my hand had drifted from the side of her face down to her shoulder, and I began to remove her leather jacket from them, one shoulder at a time. I could feel her massive tits against my chest, and my hand now wondered down her side and I was caressing her there while we were still kissing passionately and now voraciously. At last I had to take a breath and I glanced down the neck of her halter top. Her cleavage was practically spilling out of it. I had to contain myself. With one hand still firmly on one side of her, my now free hand removed her hair from over her ear and I started kissing her neck, keeping my lips and my head positioned as such so that I could stare right into her cock-stiffening cleavage.

It was at the point when she broke out in a bright red blush on her chest, just underneath the nape of her neck that I began cupping one of her amazing tits in one hand while I returned to smacking lips with her. She moaned and let me continue squeezing and caressing it. With that same one hand, I began caressing the tit next to it. She hand one hand on my thigh and she was grabbing it, squeezing it with each of my squeezes on her. I could barely contain my erection at that point inside of my jeans - I so wanted her to feel it, but the way that my dick was positioned in my jeans, it was pointing away from her. Just at the moment where I put my hand inside of her halter top and felt the incredible silk of her purple and black lacy bra, she took her lips off me and looked me in the eye and said, "let's go upstairs."

I let her walk in front of me, watching her tiny, perfectly formed arse cheeks through her jeans climb the stairs and I guided her into my bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed, I positioned myself on top of her and we started kissing again. There is no doubt at that point whether she could notice how hard I was. I felt my stiffness budging against the tightness of my jeans and tightness and crotch of hers. I removed her halter top and copped an eye full of her stunning and sexy purple and black lacy bra. Jesus her tits looked amazing. She raised her head off the pillow under her and started undoing the straps at the back. Once they were exposed, I immediately took them both in each hand and started sucking on her nipples. She liked that and she was moaning. After a little while, my tongue and lips started drifting down her stomach until I reached her diamond jewelled belly button piercing and then to the buttons of her jeans. I snapped them open so roughly that I was honestly surprised I didn't snap it off completely! I placed both of my hands on each of her jeaned arse cheeks until my fingers found the waist of her jeans at the back and started removing her jeans from her waist, over her arse-cheeks, thighs and finally her knees. To my complete surprise and excitement she was wearing a black cotton g-string. Even before I put my lips over it, the crotch of her knickers were visibly damp and I could see her natural, dark pubic bush exploding out of either side of them.

I'll be honest, I was a little bit disappointed by how unkept she appeared to keep her pussy, but as you can imagine, that didn't worry me for too long. I put my lips against the damp crotch material of her g-string and could taste her juices through them. She was moaning and when I looked up, she had her head cocked-back and her eyes were closed: she was loving it. After a little while of me kissing and suckling her cunt through her g-string I sat up in between her legs and reached for each side of her g-string and slowly peeled it away from her (now) sopping pussy lips. Her juices glistened to the thick, dark hair of her bush. I asked her then if I could put it in her, and she said, "only if you've got something." Her voice was trembling and I noticed quickly just how pale she'd gotten when I asked her that.

I went into another room to find my condoms. It felt like a lifetime I was taking to find the fuckers, and that's when the nerves started to effect to me as well. I started losing my erection. When I finally went back inside my room, she was still laid there, just the way I left her. She was still soaking, but I wasn't getting any harder. I climbed back over her and in between her legs. She noticed my predicament and reached her hand over to my cock and started jerking it. That started helping. When I got to about 3/4 hard, I started rushing to get my jonny on. That's when I noticed that she really started getting nervous. To the point that when I finally was able to get the condom fully on my full erection, she started clamping her thighs together around my dick, stopping me from entering her.

I don't know how I actually managed it, but I reassured her that we didn't have to go through with it if she didn't want to. She pulled me down onto the bed beside her and we started kissing again. She reached over and grabbed my dick in one of her hands (still fully sheathed) and started jerking me again. I reached down to her pussy and started rubbing her still-sopping clitty. My hard-on at that point was literally throbbing and I whispered into her ear, "can we please try it again? I'll be gentle baby, please I need to be inside you." The look of fear overcome her face again as she nodded. I knelt once again between her legs and rested my sheathed and throbbing cock against her clit and started pushing it inside of her. I only got the tip inside of her when she pushed me out of her. She was literally sweating and shaking with nerves at that time so I just pulled off the condom from my cock and grabbed her hand and placed it around my now-naked flesh stick.

That's when I heard the front door opening. It was my mother. She quickly got dressed and I e****ted her to the door. We kissed goodnight and I watched her walk up the street back to her house. I was devastated.