The last few weeks had been pretty bad in the life of Sydney Reynolds.
Despite her father's words and all the support and paternal affection that he had given her unconditionally, the adolescent's broken heart had plunged her into a pessimistic state that sometimes had small outbursts of rage against the man, which he endured.
However all of this had led her to masturbate again thinking of her father, using again the head of the shower, her toothbrush in short sessions in the bathroom or in her bed; to the surprise of her grandmother who did not understand why the device was in her room at times.
On a couple of occasions she had thought of forcing everything she had in her bed, furiously imagining that her father invaded her vagina with his thick member in that position and told her how he wanted her and how perfect she was; because if her father didn't want her virginity, who would? On both occasions she was about to do it, but in the end she stopped, because deep down she still wanted to share that experience, although it was extremely painful, with someone.
In some of these sessions, she left her door open, so she could surprise her father by having him see her masturbate, in an attempt to him. But Max showed great courage and when he saw her he simply smiled, apologized and after walking away again told her what he wanted to say out of eye view.
For this reason, Syd had no choice but to accept the situation despite the fact that she didn't want to and seek the support of her friends; to whom she spoke of a disappointment with an impossible love (although she never told them that it was with her father). And despite hiding things from the girls, she was able to enjoy the love and support that they shared with her and that little by little helped her feel better and better and even began to try to forgive her father and restore their relationship to the point where it was before the night of the drunkenness.
Although what really helped the young woman to recover and decide to try the world of love again was Harry.
Before all that, she had started talking to the boy through the computer again and something special had been born inside her that was soon overshadowed by her desire for her father.
Now that she had been reborn and in their talks, little by little, she felt that she began to love the boy in a romantic way and when he appeared again in Portland, she saw in him the perfect candidate to finally experience the pleasure and love that are shared through sex in a special way.
Harry was quite open to her romantic advances and soon they had special moments like their first kiss sitting on a swing under the stars, or when the boy dared to touch one of her breasts at the movies while they kissed in the last row. In that particular moment Sydney moved her hand to the boy's crotch and caressed the bulge of his penis to the surprise of his. Harry began to moan a bit as Sydney continued to caress his penis and testicles through his clothes, until the boy had an orgasm in the cinema staining his underpants.
Of course that situation left the young man quite ashamed, but as a good teenager, that did nothing more than stir up his hormones and lust and she could hardly shake it off for the rest of that afternoon.
So she decided to take control and the next day talked to the boy and together they planned their first time.
So one evening she found herself in Harry's room wearing only the set of pink underwear that she had bought for her father, kissing the naked boy while around her the music from her favorite romantic song playlist played and some candles.
The boy's hands eventually went to her back and sought the back of her bra as she descended the boy's torso noticing the heat of his skin, and began to experience again the sensation of being united with someone and sharing their bodies like that special night ...
When she reached the penis, Sydney caressed it over, noticing how it throbbed in her hand and thinking that it was not as big as her father's but that it also seemed to feel good to the touch.
Striving more to kiss with Harry, she began to masturbate him, completely surrounding him with her hand and moving it up and down, while images of his father's penis were projected in her mind. Meanwhile Harry was trying to take off Sydney's bra, but was having no success.
"Shit Sydney." Harry said between gasps after separating from her and forcing her to open her eyes, breaking the moment. "I can't undo your bra ..."
Sydney stared at the boy into her eyes until he looked away from her embarrassed, not knowing if she should feel amused, disappointed or more in love with her lover because of how adorable he seemed at that moment.
In the end she giggled and took care of her bra and panties. Harry however did not wait for the panties to slide completely off Sydney's feet before throwing himself on her eager to grab her breasts with desire to play with them, while fascinated by their size and softness.
"More gently Harry." Sydney asked him when she noticed how the boy was tightening her flesh too much.
He apologized and began to move his hands more gently but still quite awkwardly. The girl let him do it thinking that maybe she should give him some classes on what she had learned by herself in her masturbation sessions.
She caressed the boy's back while she noticed how his hands moved over her body and felt his lips on her mouth and neck.
However Sydney began to wonder if this event was getting even more special than it had been until now or not, which confused her and led her to wonder what it would have been like if her father had been there to ask how she felt and to guide her as they shared their beautiful sexual experience together. Surely he knew how to undo a bra and how to give her all the possible pleasure in foreplay ...
"Syd, are you okay?" She heard Harry asking her. When she opened her eyes she saw Harry looking at her a little scared. "Am I hurting you again?"
"No. Why you ask?"
"Because you have tears in your eyes." Sydney ran her hand over her face to check that they were really wet.
Then she saw that Harry had separated from her and was looking at her scared and even a little shaky:
"Nothing's wrong Harry." She said smiling at him and extending her hand to take the boy's and squeeze it lovingly. "I'm just a little scared of the main event." With her lie, Sydney felt a little more relaxed and then pulled her lover towards her. "I think the time has come."
Harry looked at her doubtfully and leaned over to kiss her.
The girl spread her legs and Harry slowly and visibly moved nervously between her legs and directed his penis into Sydney's vagina.
When it began to penetrate her, Sydney cried out for the shock from the first discharges of pleasure that her vagina sent throughout her body. Harry paused again to her irritation. But she immediately asked him to continue and so he did.
The boy's adolescent penis made its way perfectly inside her until it reached the critical point, Syd screamed again a little in pain but did not let Harry stop penetrating her until her hymen broke, and while the pain and pleasure were mingled inside, she closed her eyes and gasped as her fingers tightened on Harry's back where they now were.
"Are you okay Sydney?" Asked the boy between gasps.
"Perfectly!" Sydney opened her eyes and looked at Harry, and for the first time her eyes were lost in Harry's, full of pleasure, arousal and lust. "Keep it up Harry!"
Harry just grunted in response and continued to penetrate her excitedly as their bodies rubbed against each other and exchanged some awkward but lustful kisses where their tongues played in each other's mouth for a few seconds before parting again.
Sydney gasped and felt at last that she understood what her father said.
She felt the boy's penis moving inside her, giving her a pleasure that she had never felt before. His kisses full of love that she endeavored to return in the same amount that she received.
In the background she listened to the music, but didn't understand it, the light of the candles illuminating the room, but she did not care in the least if this was less than before ...
She only felt pleasure and love and they seemed to travel between her and Harry coming and going more powerful each time, causing her to have the greatest orgasm of her short sexual life. As Sydney experienced her powerful orgasm, her hands pressed against the boy's flesh and she screamed:
"Harry! I want more pleasure Harry! More love! More of you!"
"I can't take it much longer Sydney!" The boy answered after a couple more aggressive thrusts.
Then Sydney felt something new, a liquid fill her interior causing her body to tremble again with pleasure in what seemed like another small orgasm.
The boy moved his body a little more inside her until finally he fell on her panting, sweaty and still shaking with excitement. They both kissed and positioned themselves so that Sydney was now laying on top of Harry, her head of dark hair laying on Harry's chest.
Embracing, the young woman still felt the echoes of the experience that she had just lived, sharing her love with another person whom she now felt that she loved more than ever and she wondered if it would've been like that with her father.
That made her feel confused again and that moment was clouded with her doubts about whether she still loved her father and whether she loved him more than Harry. Which would mean that she was using the boy ...
Then Harry's hands caressed her face calling her attention and she saw the boy smiling at her while he looked at her with eyes full of love and passion that reached her in almost the same way as when they had sex , but without the need to touch.
She then she thought that perhaps she did not know her answer, but that deep down she did not care about never finding it, and decided to just kiss her new boyfriend.
THE END
Author's Note: I will say that this ending fits a little better with what I wanted the story to be at the beginning when I wanted to talk about the feelings that are shared with sex. I don't think I have managed to achieve what I wanted to explain, but even so I feel satisfied with how it turned out and I hope someone likes this story. In any case, I hope that if someone has something to say about this story, they will leave their review or send me a message and you will go through my profile to see my other stories where you may find something that you like more. Thanks as always to Laying Low Lady for her support with editing my work.