“Peter, do you want to?” She gave a head jerk toward the makeshift tent. He nodded but didn’t move, so she took control again. “How do you want to do it?”
The question gave him pause. “What do you mean?”
“What’s your fantasy, position wise? Missionary? Doggy style? Cowgirl?”
“Yes.”
She laughed. “It’s your first time, so let’s get missionary out of the way.” A few tugs, a shimmy and her wrap skirt and leotard were on the ground next. While she stripped, he took care of his stiff jeans and shoes. He left his socks on, and his plain white underwear. She had a moment of wide-eyed disbelief as she saw his hard penis sticking up over the waistband of his underwear. “Um, wow.”
And then because she knew she was staring at his penis, she felt the need to defend herself. “I’m not usually like this, you know.”
“Like what?”
“A slut. I’ve had sex, but only with my ex-boyfriend. You must think I’m slutty.”
“I think you’re amazing,” he said, and his fervency rang in his words.
“Do you…do you want to see me naked?” she asked, suddenly shy.
“Hell, yes.” Then he flushed. “Pardon me. My mom taught me not to curse around ladies.”
“It’s okay. I like that you’re enthusiastic.”
“I’m scared I’m too enthusiastic,” he confessed, as he shucked off his underwear and she did the same.
“It’s okay.” She lay back on his shirt and lifted her arms to welcome him. Heat enveloped her body when he lowered down.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “So you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.”
His lips parted like he was about to respond, but then she shifted her hips and his penis started to penetrate. Neither could speak after that. It took a little fumbling, but eventually Peter was fully deep inside her, and she grasped at his back.
“Holy sh…,” he muttered. “That’s incredible.”
She sought his mouth for some kissing, because he was larger than her last boyfriend, and frankly, she wasn’t in the groove yet. “Touch me,” she whispered. “I need a second to adjust.”
His wide-eyed gaze found hers. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, but it’s…tight.”
“What should I do?”
“Touch me. Kiss me.”
“Okay.”
Her body relaxed as his hands and mouth explored her body the way she played with the strings and chords on her guitar. Things started to feel really good down there, and they were both getting into it, grinding their hips together and panting out little cries between kisses.
She showed him how to pull all the way out and then push back in, and she could tell he really liked that, by his loud groan. After a few minutes of that kind of thrusting, he found his own rhythm and caught her thigh under his hand. His thrusts grew shallower and faster, and she angled her hips for him to hit her just right.
“Oh, God,” she cried. “Faster.”
“Yes,” he grunted. Impossibly, he pounded into her at a speed that had her head spinning from the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced.
“I’m coming,” she cried into the muscle of his upper arm.
“Me too,” he said, and she felt hot liquid fill her as Peter’s weight pushed her into the ground.
They lay on the itchy grass for a few minutes, listening to the concert far in the distance. She didn’t know how to process what had just happened. Contrary to recent events, she was not the kind of girl who had sex with strangers in a public field at rock festivals. Her parents worried she was exactly that kind of girl due to her obsession with becoming a singer, but it wasn’t true at all.