Dirty Talks

It was the first time we’d really been alone since we’d declared ourselves official. We’d had moments here and there were our parents had run to the store or were still at work, but we’d never had an entire night to ourselves. Michael and I had been together for four months exactly, and conveniently my parents had left for the night to see a play in a city two hours away.
We were laying on the couch, I was cuddled up laying on Michael with his arms wrapped around me. He was slowly rubbing my back as we quietly watched Lost Boys, which was fine until the sex scene came on. I’d seen this movie at least a billion times, I knew that that we were gonna have to watch it around ten o’clock. There we were.
Michael cleared his throat awkwardly as he stopped rubbing my back, instead just holding me a little tighter. I glanced up at him, his eyes were fixed on the TV. I wiggled in his grip, giving him a few soft kisses before he started kissing me back. that’s all we’d ever really done. We both wanted to go further, but neither of us made the push to.
His grip moved to my hips and I ran my fingers through his hair. I traced my tongue across his bottom lip and he let me in, deepening the kiss. I pressed my body against his and he left out a soft moan, moving from under me and flipping us. He hovered over me, his knees on either side of my hips, kissing me like I was air. He pulled away, leaving me with my lips parted, eyes closed, and wanting more.
"Y/n, I, um.." He started to say, but leaned down and left soft kisses on my neck.
"Let’s go all the way," I said quietly, tilting my head so that more of my neck was exposed to him. His lips against my skin felt amazing. I wasn’t sure if what I had said came out weird, or how he felt about it, but I hadn’t thought before I had spoken.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his face flushed. "We don’t have to."
"I want to," I told him, putting a hand on his chest.
He nodded, reaching behind him and pulling off his shirt. He dropped it on the ground beside the couch and asked, “Do you want to go to your room?”
"No, here’s fine," I said, not wanting to get up. I was already nervous enough, moving was just going to make this more difficult. But I wanted him. I didn’t really know what to say, so I just kissed him again.
He slid his hands under my shirt, pulling it up so that I had to lift my arms. When he took it off, his breath hitched. “You’re perfect,” He gulped, looking me in the eyes after breaking his stare from my chest.
"Shut up," I giggled, starting to unbutton his jeans. When he was able to kick them off, I slipped out of my shorts. "Do you have anything?" I was so nervous.
"Yeah, my dad, uh.." He reached for his bag, almost falling in the process of pulling out the condom wrapper. He tore it open and I hooked my thumbs in the elastic band of his boxers. His hips tensed as I pulled them down. Looking at him, somewhat hard, was quite.. intimidating. I gave him a shy smile, biting my lip, and his face turned bright red.
"Turn the light off," He muttered, and I did. I took the condom from his hand, now having only the dim lighting from the television. I slid the condom on him and he shuttered a little, hardening a bit more.
His hands snaked underneath me as I kissed his neck. He squeezed my ass and I bit him gently, a groan escaping his throat. Then he was really hard, and I could feel him pressing against my hip. I was beyond ready and when he looked in my eyes, he could tell.
He pulled my panties down to my knees and I kicked them the rest of the way off, almost shaking with nervousness and anticipation. Fortunately, it isn’t hard to get a virgin wet. Michael lined himself up and I spread my legs a little bit, sucking in a deep breath and looking him in the eyes.
"We can stop like, right now, you know," He told me.
"I don’t want to," I replied, every muscle in my body tense. "Do you?"
"No," He said, shaking his head. He leaned down a bit and kissed my nose, smiling shyly and whispering, "Are you ready?"
I nodded and he dipped his body down, sliding into me in one movement. It was a strange, odd sensation. It didn’t hurt like most people said, it just felt.. weird at first. I gasped, clutching Michael’s biceps. He stopped, still inside me, looking me in the eyes. “Oh fuck, y/n, are you okay? Fuck, I didn’t mean to—”
"I’m fine," I said, shaking my head and blinking away my deer-in-the-headlights gaze.
He let out a deep breath, “I thought I hurt you.”
"Don’t get cocky, Clifford," I giggled, even though he was pretty big.
”Too late,” He grinned, leaning down and kissing me. He thrusted in and out slowly, which didn’t exactly feel good at first. He started panting against my mouth, picking up his pace and a small moan escaped my lips. It surprised both of us. He pulled away from me, looking at me in shock and stopping the rhythm in his hips.
"Don’t stop," I breathed out, putting both my hands on his cheeks and closing my eyes. "It feels really good."
"Mhm," Was all he managed out through the bite he had on his lip. He laid his forehead against mine and rocked into me a few more times. He let out a loud moan, unraveling, holding me tight against him. When he pulled out of me and clumsily slipped back into his boxers, he laid his head on my chest and said quietly, "I’m sorry."
"For what?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair.
"You didn’t, you know, finish.."
"It’s fine," I told him, though I couldn’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed.
"No," He said, his hand wandering up my thigh and between my legs. I tightened my thighs together as a reflex and he laid kisses on my breasts, murmuring, "Please, baby, let me.."
I took a deep breathe and relaxed my muscles, one hand still in his hair and the other clutching the couch as he ran his finger up and down my slit. Yet another first, oddly, we’d skipped some steps. He dipped collected the still-pooled wetness on his fingers and dragged them up to my clit.
It didn’t take much more than a few gentle rubs to get me trembling beneath him. I arched my back, a whimper escaping my lips as a tight ball wound itself in my stomach. I released unexpectedly, letting out one last moan with a jerk of my hips. Michael laid a soft kiss on my lips and grinned, “Now we’re even.”

Notes

I'm going to be writing (maybe) a male student/female teacher book. Just comment and I'll do exactly that. Just give me a title!