October 2020

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Do you remember the first time you felt a sensation provoked by the opposite sex? How about the first time you thought about sex? Do you remeber the first time your skin came alive or when you felt the lingering of lips on yours? Do you remember the first time you had sex? How about every time afterward? Maybe, maybe not. Probably the first time though. We all remember our first time. Losing ones virginity is something no one can forget. My story follows one woman through the trials and tribulations leading up to what may be her first time. Her thoughts and feelings are what make the story fluid and memorable. Will she give in to her carnal wants? Will she regret her decisions? Will it be everything she has thought it would be? You will have to read and find out...

NOT YET A WOMAN

by Melissa Zinn

My body resembles a woman of experience. Dark brown hair cascading past my shoulders and over a pair of fully developed breasts. The curls seperate while the mounds peek through a black knit top that hugs my every curve. Jeans, sleek against my rear and following me down to the floor. I sat inside the cafe with a fierce style. People responding to me as they walk past. I make the effort to look on with an attitude hiding my insecurities.
The room fills with laughter as people come and go from all angles. The smell of coffee beans and sweet flavors fill the air. Hands meeting, shaking, sliding down backs as embraces take hold. I fling my hair back and over my shoulder exposing my black top and every bit held beneath it.
The lady at the counter exchanges glances questioning if I would like a refill. I shake my head no and continue to sip at the cup I hold in my hand. I pick up the novel I have been intensely reading and open it. I start to read the sentence where I left off when Andre walks in. His smile illuminates the entire room. He moves across the floor as if in a dance. The lady at the counter smiles and starts a conversation with him as he orders. I pretend not to notice. He is off limits to me. He must be in here to get a caffeine fix before working tonight. He bounces at the club down the block. I have been there on more than one occassion. It's kind of a hot spot.
My eyes turn back to my book long enough to be interupted by a familiar voice within seconds.
"Hey girly."
Andre stood in front of me holding his hot beverage. We both trace each others curves. Our lips move in unison with our words. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him. I wonder if he is wondering the same thing. I can't think like this. He is off limits. He dated my best friend. Stop it. Stop thinking like this. I picture his lips closing in on mine. His tongue sliding passed my lips and into my mouth. Our saliva slowly meeting and mixing together as one. My thoughts running wild as he stands in front of me watching me with no idea.
"So can I join you?"
"Yes, yes please sit down. I am sorry, my mind must be everywhere else but here."
"Is it a good book?"
"I will let you know when I finish."
"I have not seen you around the club for awhile."
"I have been busy."
"Busy as in busy, or busy as in I work there and so your busy?"
"Good question. Can I say both?"
"You could. Honesty is the best policy. I like honesty. I miss seeing you in there."
I should not even be talking to him. He slept with my best friend. I could end this quickly. I could cut him off at the kness and find another cafe just like I found another club.
"Will you come by tonight? I could buy you a drink. We can just hang out and talk."
Talk is the last thing on my mind right now. Snap out of it already. I take another sip from my cup to break the conversation. I stand up to take my empty cup to the counter. I feel Andre graze my rear with his hand. Without noticing my actions I giggle. I spin quickly around to change the subject and bump into his chest. I bend down to grab my book again off the table and his hand reaches for mine. He takes my cup and places it where the book once was.
"Follow me."
He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me around the corner. The sign above reads ladies room. We both enter a small stall and the door closes behind us. My jacket hits the floor and I feel the cold door on my back.
I feel his hot breath on my neck as I listen for faint words. Words that will tell me this is a good thing. It feels like a good thing. My body feels so good.
"You know I have always liked you. Girl, the way you look and the way you smell."
He lifts me up against the door and I can feel his hardness pressing into my pelvis. My one hand rests on his shoulder while the other pressing up against the side of the stall. My legs wrap around his waist to balance my self out.
"Andre a nice guy would have said something before sleeping with my friend."
"Well maybe you think I am not a nice guy. I would like to change your mind on that if given the chance."
I move in closer and feel his lips caress mine. A sigh escapes my body as I begin to relax. My breathing louder than normal. Sensations coming over me that I have never felt before. Unsure of how to respond I hold my breath tight. His lips begin moving fiercely as a moan comes from his mouth into mine. His fingers slightly rubbing up and down my body as I arch back. His tongue slithers over my lips and reaches my tongue. I accept his invitation as they glide together moving for one and other. My shirt rips open exposing my bra. He lifts up my bra and takes one nipple into his mouth. He fumbles with my jean button until it is wide open. I reach down and slide my jeans over my rear and my panties are fully exposed. Thank the lord for thongs. I place both hands on either side of the stall.
"Andre move back for a second."
I put my feet on the floor and kick my jeans off. I undo his and they fall beside mine. He lifts me back up and slams me into the door. I feel him penetrate me hard. I let out a tiny scream and bite my lip. He thrust himself forward and I grip his coat. Tears form in my eyes as he moves in deeper. My body becomes stiff as I begin to cry. His penis conquers me full throttle.
Before this quest can finish he looks at me abruptly.
"Your a virgin!"I reply with a nod. Stunned he stands erect and still.
"I never knew you were a virgin. Damn girl why didn't you say something?"
I cringe in defense as we both stand in limbo of the situation.
"Why didn't you ask me? Why did you assume I wasn't one?
"Hello. Is everything okay in there?"
Both of us surprised by the female voice agree quickly. This is a ladies room none the less. Footsteps take her back outside the rest room and we continue.
He can take my question a million ways but chooses the less detailed of answers.
I sit in silence of what has just happened. Fire burns deep down inside me and my emotions rage. I am now hotter than ever. Both in anger and sexual excitement. They say angry sex is the best sex. I thought sex felt very different than what I just experienced. Isn't it supposed to be this erotic feeling? Everyone I know praises sex. At this moment I am not praising a damn thing. If anything I am condemning the pain between my thighs.
Not knowing if I am proving something to him or myself I decide to grip his penis with my vagina muscles. His eyes widen and I feel him throb again and again. Either way I want to win. I wrap my arms around his neck and feel the warmth between my thighs. This time I force back the tears as he pushes his way to the kingdom. The speed quickens as he gets more forceful. Our bodies collide like 2 planets. A sudden jolt inside me and I feel a sprinkler go off. Wetness drips down my skin. I fall forward and out of breath.
Andre sits on the toilet as I stand against the door. Do I regret what I have just done? Suddenly feeling like I have to pee I wait for the words to come. Cumming may not make you a lady, but it feels so good to be a woman.

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