Virgin Territory
I wish I could say my first time was all round wonderful. But I'm going to tell the truth.
There were the standard trials: the fear, the feeling of being lost, the worry it will hurt…
And then there was the fact that he was older. Like one hundred and nine older.
My name is Bella and my boyfriend is a vampire. A virgin vampire. Well, he was.
I had been broaching the subject with him for some time; all my friends were doing it and we actually loved and cared about each other, so at seventeen, after being together for months, I didn't see the point in waiting any longer.
What did he think, I was gonna wait until our wedding night..? No way!
Though I did want him forever…
He was going to give me his virginity after over a century, along with the small matter of eternal life, so I figured the least I could do was let him do the deed.
In all seriousness, he gave me so much, I wanted to give him everything I could. This was something I could offer.
But I wanted to do it while I was still human. The issue there being not that he might thrust too hard and break his penis—I heard that can happen—but that he'd break me.
It was over at his house, on his bed, with his family out barbecuing bears or some shit when it happened.
I had shaved any unwanted hair and tidied up the old lady garden; I was good to go.
Vampires didn't have to worry about birth control, apparently. Bonus. We didn't want any little accidents…
As we kissed—a lot, and I got rid of my plaid shirt , I began to feel less shy, like I didn't want to hide anything from him anymore in any way.
I went on to take his off his shirt and didn't stop 'til I finally had us both naked.
The heat of my body juxtaposed—I learned that word in Mr Berty's English class- with the coldness of his, two halves of a whole.
I held him as close as I could, wishing I could feel his heartbeat against mine. That I could tell if it was beating as fast.
But his face said what his heart couldn't as he slowly felt his way into me.
Edward was bigger than average—of course. The big, sparkly, rich, Adonis-like vampire was blessed in the trouser department too…And he was so much bigger erect .
I won't beat around the bush here; it hurt like a bitch when he pushed through my barrier.
I thought about asking him to take it out.
"Tight..so tight."
What was he expecting—a whale's mouth?
The small pool of blood forming beneath me nearly broke his will, but he kept it together.
After a bit of the old in and out, the pain dulled down to a feeling of coldness, a sort of hollow- like feeling where we were joined.
I powered through.
It didn't last long, though not for his lack of stamina, and there were no interruptions.
As for my expectations, I hadn't expected to orgasm, but he did find a spot inside me- and I found a few moments of pure bliss, just before he peaked and came to a stop. Man, did he look good in pleasure…
We moved quite quickly; I wanted to clean up, lest Edward like, lick the carpet or something...
But we stayed close once the practicalities were out of the way. Just us.
I always thought I might feel dirty afterwards, but I didn't. I felt kind of new. Shiny.
I wanted Edward to tell me how it was for him, but the only real detail I could manage to get was that it felt like "when I've touched myself thinking of you before, only...wetter. And better."
So having a wank, but wetter and better? I could settle for that.
"I'm so glad it was you." He whisphered into my hair.
I could definitely settle for that.
And now I'd never settle for anything else.