Ariana Imagines

#147: First Time

A heavier rain started pouring down, the rain piled up on the roof and made its way down my window in droplets. I continued to fill the page of my journal in front of the window at my desk, my foggy-mind didn't even notice the shadow of an umbrella in the distance. Underneath it, a small long haired girl stands there shaking. 

When I look up again and realize it's her, she smiles and I can tell she's giggling. I instantly get up and go to my front door. She closes her umbrella and the water gets everywhere on the floor and she apologizes, I say nothing. She's wearing a nice knitted white sweater but her thighs are bare. Her socks and tiny skirt covering the rest. 

I kiss her lips and she drops the umbrella at her feet, she's on her tippy toes and her body is pushing onto mine. I can feel her breasts through her sweater. I stop the kiss and rub my hands over her shoulders and arms. "You cold?" she just nods with the most angelic eyes. 

"I made coffee." I say grabbing her hand and taking her to the kitchen. She sits down at the dining table, she watches me as I pour the smoking hot liquid into a mug. I walk over and hand it to her. She thanks me and blows the surface, more smoke goes up in the air. 

"Why on earth are you wearing a skirt in this weather?" I ask her sitting down across from her. She shrugs, "I'm not wearing a bra either." I hadn't realized this. 

I want to tease or make some sly remark but I can't. My mouth won't open. All I can do is stare. I could see the goosebumps on her thighs and I got up and took her other hand and led us to my bedroom. It's warmer in there, I told her. She put her coffee on my desk right beside my own than she turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at me. She had a somewhat serious look on her face. 

"How odd that your bedroom is the warmest." 

"I didn't know you were coming." I say honestly.

She hummed, and looked around for the first time. Suddenly, I regretted a lot of things I had hung up. Most were about music though. But I did have one picture of a model, mostly naked holding a guitar to her chest. She was spread out on the ground. Her eyes circled around that photo for a minute, and I stood like an idiot. The silence was killing me.

She walks up to me slowly and rises up again on her toes and kisses me. Her arms slowly rising and circling around my neck. Both my hands are stuck where they held, the edge of the desk. 

"I thought this wasn't your first time." she whispers before kissing me again. "Its not." I say between other kisses. She pushes away from me and gives me a look. 

"Why so nervous then?" 

"Not nervous. Just eager I guess. Plus, I didn't know you were coming."

Her right hand goes to her left arm and she starts playing with a loose thread on her sweater. Her face is low, looking at the ground and every now and then looking up at me. "Maybe I'm the nervous one." she chuckles shyly. 

"I didn't notice." I say, she looks up with wide eyes then looks down again and I can't help but smile. I walk up to her and put my hand on her shoulder, "You know I can always wait." 

She shakes her head. "No, can you hold me though?" she sits on my bed and pats the spot next to her with a light smile. I smile back and undo the covers, and she sneaks inside. I go behind her and hold her body close to me, our breathing is steady and it's warm and cozy. My face is tucked into her neck and I can smell her vanilla scent, still her hair was a little wet from the rain that landed there. 

With delicate hands, I ran my hand down her bare thigh down to the beginning of her ankle. Then back up, this time I let my hand stop at her waist. I find the zipper of her skirt and slowly pull it down, as I finish her body moves and she's facing the ceiling. I'm leaning on my elbow granting myself some platform to look down at her, our eyes are connected as ever. I can see she's a little afraid but she trusts me. 

I let my fingers go a little before her belly, then at the end of her sweater. I start to pull it up to reveal skin, her soft honey skin. Soon I've lifted her sweater all the way up to her neck. She was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. I let my warm mouth take in her left nipple, than her right. My eyes closed taking in her skin. My hands continue to roam her body as I do this, she's let me crawl between her thighs.  

Her legs have risen beside me, my hands hold her thighs, I start grinding against her sensitive parts. Her whimpers start to fill up the room, and fill me with such quiet joy. Her skirt has flipped up and is resting on her belly. I can see her white panties that are soaked with her wetness. I kiss her again, and she hums. Her hips buckle up against me and I unexpectedly groan. With all care, I place my hand on her neck. My fingers closing around it. I kiss her once more.

"Is this okay?" I ask and she nods.  I let my hand that was holding her neck, let go and roam down her body straight to her panties. I take them off and she sighs. I look at her and lick my lips. Her head is already facing up, her eyes focused on the ceiling. She's waiting for my touch. I can feel our bodies talking to each other, each having a response. 

I lean down, holding her thighs in place and begin to devour her. Her hands are gripping on the sheets, and the first time she looks down at me and our eyes meet, my stomach tingles. I continue to lick and suck her, and my eyes are so focused on her face. Watching it in such pleasure, her every move makes me one step closer to my own climax. 

I take my somewhat chilly finger inside her warmth and my mouth opens just as wide as hers does. We both release some soft words into the air. She's so fucking warm. Her walls clinch around my finger and I can feel myself drooling. I rise my body up more, and look down at her at a higher angle. Her whole body moving and twiddling with such pleasure on my bed.

I suddenly felt honor, pride even. She chose me to be her first. I moved my finger gradually inside her, but I hadn't realized how serious I was looking at her. Though in a peaceful and greatly passionate way. My lips were separated, and the veins in my hands were fully showcased as I moved. 

She moaned my name and I looked up at her quickly as if afraid I hurt her. She brought her hand up to my face and I leaned in and kissed her. "I'm coming." she told me and I nodded. 

I start kissing her neck, I take my finger out and make some quick movements on her clit before returning it back inside her, this time pushing in deeper. As far as I can go. She basically yells as I do this. Her breathing has slowed, suddenly she grows quiet and I grow worried. Her eyes are closed and her body is still rising and every now and then a sound escapes her mouth.

I lean further down into her body, her legs have closed around me a little. I let out a deep breath before curling my finger again and again inside her, and finally I get a reaction out of her. She yells again in such pleasure and my stomach tingles to the max. I growl as I feel her come undone underneath me, I do some more work with my finger. My other hand goes back to her neck. Her arms are spread out on the bed, holding the sheets, her forehead is showing sweat and her mouth is open, eyes closed. 

Finally I take my finger out, and I kiss her stomach, all the way up to her jaw. I have both my arms holding me up beside her face. She opens her eyes and looks up at me. I smile and she smiles back then she kisses me again. 

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I hand her the cold coffee from my desk as she lays comfortably under the covers. 

"Want a bath?" I ask sitting beside her. She nods, blushing drinking her coffee. I get up and go to the bathroom and turn on the tub.