I'm a virgin. Let's get that out of the way first. I've had boyfriends before, but sex with them didn't ever feel like an option- it just didn't feel like it would be right. Don't get me wrong- I've had plenty of opportunities, and I could likely go out at any time at all and get some, but I hold myself to a higher standard than that. Plus I sincerely believe that most men don't deserve it from a woman like myself. In other words, I'm not easy. Of course, I've done other things- I like to say that I'm a virgin, not a nun. A dirty mind with clean hands, perhaps.

What it really boils down to is that I do like men for the most part, but I have more important things to worry about. Nevertheless, I still get lonely sometimes. They say there's a difference between being alone and being lonely, and I know exactly how true that is. So, when my best friend graduated from her master's program leaving me with only the company of a couple incompetent- if not downright mean- labmates for the summer, I elected to be alone. I embraced it, while still searching for companionship to kill that familiar summertime sadness.

It had only been a few months since we had started chatting over instagram, but already I considered him a friend. In my head, we were like long-distance friends-with-benefits, in a way. Luka texted me about what was going on in his life, asked me about mine, and frequently expressed his insatiable desire to fuck me. My long hours spent in the lab were suddenly a little more fun, daydreaming about the phone sex and dirty texts we sent back and forth. It was something of a distraction, but not enough to lose focus on my real goals- see, I knew he and I could never meet up. He followed his hypervigilant "bro code," since I had dated one of his friends as a young teen. I hardly remembered the young man now, but I respected Luka's desire to see me as "off limits." If I'm being honest, even if I wasn't off limits to him, we still wouldn't meet, but I liked to put the blame onto him.

Luka is... not my type, but it doesn't matter. I don't hold him to the same standards to which I would hold someone who I was dating, and that was the beauty of the situation: neither of us needed to be anything but exactly what we were. To a man who hadn't been laid in nine years, I was good enough to jerk off to, and to a woman who spent about 90% of her mental capacity planning laboratory procedures, he filled the same role. With that being said, we did fill those roles well. Luka's body was an aesthetic to be desired, with his rock-hard abs, toned arms and thighs, and attractive countenance. It was a figure that I had imagined myself underneath, on top of, or kneeling or bent over in front of countless times. I did have a very good imagination, after all, and my fantasies of what our time together would look like often resulted in earthquakes and stars behind my eyes as reality melted away for a few seconds.

It was a shock to me when he told me he was planning on visiting my city for a few days for some reason that I don't immediately recall. Luka texted me saying that he'd like to stop by for a little while to hang out. I didn't see the harm in it- we were friends, after all, and I knew that he knew that everything we had talked about up to this point was purely fantasy. Neither of us had any intentions of actually following through. But reader, lying to men is so much fun- how could I refrain? Anyway, I agreed to let him come over for a little while. I texted him my address and meticulously planned my experiments to have down time during the time I would be seeing him- I was on top of things. Mostly. Before I knew it, I saw my phone screen light up with a Messages notification.

luka pagonis

I'm here

My heart was pounding. Consciously, I knew it was no big deal, but the pit in my stomach was telling me that it was. I watched him walk around the corner to the front of the building, up the front steps and to the front door. He was wearing a smart-looking black coat over a nicely fitted navy blue button-up, with black jeans. He looked like he was dressed for an event, I thought to myself as I opened his text to send him the door code and my apartment number. Left door. Second floor. I looked down at the top I had put on this morning: a teal piece that Luka thought was crocheted. I had quietly laughed to myself about it as I picked it out. I knew he liked it on me- it was a little bit lacy, not the smartest choice for such a cold day as today, but I didn't care.

The wool-silk-alpaca blend was so soft, I couldn't help but wonder what Luka would think of the texture when he felt it. When? If. Why am I thinking about him touching me? He knows better than to do that. I felt safe in the assumption that I would be able to tease him all I liked with no consequences, so I put on a little black crop top underneath only for the sake of not exposing my nipples. My shiny, soft brown tresses fell just below my shoulders, and I took a moment to run my fingers through them to tidy myself up before he saw me.

I opened the door to greet him before he even knocked, and ushered him in. Luka barely looked at my top, though, while he brushed by me. As I turned to face him, he moved to shut the door behind me, swiftly pinning me against the door in one smooth motion.

"What are you doing?" I said rather softly, as his sudden move had taken me by surprise. Did I misinterpret something here?

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." He leans in to kiss me, and I make no effort to resist. It had been one thing, thinking that nothing would happen between us while we were three hundred miles apart, and now it was another thing entirely, seeing him standing in front of me. My inhibitions had dissolved like sugar in water as I suddenly wanted nothing more than to allow him to take whatever liberties he wanted with me.

His hands met the skin exposed underneath my top. Oh, those hands, I thought. Rough and gentle at the same time. I was getting wet just from his touch. One of his hands moved down my body, searching for a better grip, and my tight jeans revealed every inch of my curves for him to grasp. With one hand at the small of my back, his other hand finds its way to my ass, which he gives a firm squeeze to, then pulls my thigh up to the side of his waist. I needed more than this. My hands tangle themselves in his hair, desperately pulling his mouth closer to mine, if it was possible. He grabbed my other thigh and picked me up, my legs now locked around his waist as he carried me over to my bed.

Luka gently threw me onto the bed before joining me himself, crawling across to lodge himself between my legs once more. His lips met mine again and his fingers crawled their way across my body, and mine his. It felt excruciatingly slow, once he started moving his hand under the little black crop top I was wearing. I could take it no longer, and sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head, revealing my perky, pear-shaped B-cup breasts and small pink nipples. He looked at me and reveled in the sight of me topless for a split second, as though he were taking a mental picture, before focusing his attention on his new targets. Pinching, squeezing, and gently biting elicited soft moans from my throat, which gave him the feedback he needed to keep going.

As I writhed in pleasure and anticipation, his fingers found the button of my jeans and promptly undid them, pulling them down around my hips and peeling them from my lightly tanned, smooth thighs to reveal the light pink lacy thong I was wearing. He gave me a devious grin as he saw what was revealed, knowing that I must have picked them out and worn them just for him. He wasn't wrong- but to me, it was for the same reason I wore my cute underthings when I went to a concert too, not because I genuinely thought I was going to sleep with my favorite singer, but... just in case, as they say. Now I was glad to be wearing them. His fingers inched their way beneath my waistband, pulling and teasing as his lips traveled across my navel.

"Please," I whispered, "please, I need more."

"Oh, you need more? Tell me what you need," he teased.

"I want to feel... more of you." My face flushed. I was embarrassed saying it and couldn't prompt my mouth to form the exact words of what I needed, but as I spoke I pulled the lacy edges of my thong down, sliding it over my ass and down my legs. Luka grabs it quickly and pulls it the rest of the way off, slinging it into the corner. Both his hands grabbed my thighs and slowly traveled upward. My growing need was becoming increasingly apparent, as I rocked my hips up towards his hands.

"More of me... like this?" he said as his right hand made the move from my thigh to my pussy, moving his fingers up and down over my slit and teasing my clit with his thumb. My body jolted instantly, and I nearly melted at the instant wave of pleasure, but my body ached to feel him inside me. "Oh, you're sensitive. That's okay, I'll go slow." Like a reflex, I parted my legs farther, but my mind was only focused on the shock of having Luka's hands on my body. It didn't even feel real. His fingers working between my legs sent me into a trance, and he hadn't even been inside me yet.

"Oh, Luka, please, I want to feel you inside me so bad," I whimpered.

"Wow, the virgin is begging for it," he said in a playful mocking tone, his emphasis on the word not going unnoticed, as he slid two fingers inside me. Quite easily, I might add. "How could I say no?"

His fingers found their target almost immediately, expertly, and I gasped in response to the stimulation. "Oh my god, yes, Luka..." I stuttered. His brow furrowed as he focused intently on his task. His fingers fucked me with a steady, even pace that pushed me close to the edge, and my toes curled as I grasped at the sheets and moaned in ecstasy.

"Oh, that's it baby, are you going to come for me already?" He teased again, like this whole thing was a game he was playing with me. I enjoyed being played with.

"Yes, I'm going to come. Fuck, you're going to make me come so fast, Luka!" I closed my eyes and focused on the growing heat that was building in my nervous system.

"Come for me, babe. Be a good girl and come for me." His command was enough to send me over the edge, and my voice moaned the evidence of an intense orgasm. His fingers slowed, then stopped, and as I finished my pinnacle, he said "that's it. Holy fuck, babe, you look so good like that. I just want to do it again."

If my face could flush any redder, it certainly did after that remark. I laugh softly and drag myself upright. "Wow, that was... a lot. Amazing. But I think that makes it your turn now." My voice catches on the first word I speak, and the rest barely spill out of my throat. He laughs at me- actually laughs.

"Alright, alright! You know I have more of that for you, but I've been dying to know what those lips on my cock feel like. Let's see what they can do, then."

"Fine, but you know you have to actually get undressed now." I say as I move to start unbuttoning those fine black jeans. He unbuttons and removes his shirt the fastest I've seen anyone do it before, ever, then his jeans join mine on the floor of my bedroom. He barely lets me help to take anything off of him, and I can't decide if his speed is wholly unsexy, or if his eagerness is at least a little flattering. Nevertheless, I grin watching him, then crawl off the bed onto my knees in front of where he sat down. He's hard as rock already, and I expected nothing less. Not when I know that he gets hard for me when he's 300 miles away- surely that can't even compare to here and now. I look up at him wide-eyed. I know he loves my eyes. I use them to my advantage.

With one hand, I drag my fingertip from his head to the base of his shaft, then grip the shaft with my full fist. The pictures surely didn't do this thing justice- it certainly didn't look small in those snaps but it felt so much bigger now that it was fully realized in the palm of my hand. I glance up at him again, and see him smirking at me, like I'm right where he wants me, and I know I am indeed right where he wants me. I plant a kiss on the tip, then take it in my mouth with silken ease. I work my hand along the shaft a few more times while bobbing my head up and down, then take him far enough into my mouth that I feel his length hitting the back of my throat. I look up at him again as I work up and down on his cock, keeping an even pace. He groans and looks at the ceiling for just a moment.

"Holy fuuuuuck... oh my god." I live for that feedback he's giving me. I feel myself getting more soaked, the longer I keep on. I swirl my tongue around his tip, and I feel him twitch. I try to take more of it into my throat with every motion until I'm almost gagging on it, but I'm too horny to care. I need this more than I need air. His hands tangle themselves in my hair, guiding my mouth on him, meeting the pace he sets for me. Part of me wanted to be good at it, but the other part of me wanted him to tell me to stop before he finished. I knew he wanted to fuck me, too. I bobbed my head on him with smooth, steady motions, and looked up at him. We made eye contact as I was sucking him and I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment. He gave me a smirk, like he was getting exactly what he wanted from me. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me, too, as the heat continued to pool between my thighs. His hand pulled my hair back to pull my mouth off of him, as he said "god, you're fucking amazing at that. But if you keep going, I won't have anything left." I grinned, knowing what he meant.

He stood up in front of me, and pulled me to my feet as well, before quickly turning me and pushing me back onto my bed. I lost my breath in an instant, and he climbed on top of me in the same amount of time, effectively rendering me speechless. He positioned himself at my entrance with a kind of feral eagerness that one could only describe as animalistic, and before i knew it Luka had thrust himself into me, ripping apart my virginity, and all at once I cried out in a kind of half wail, half moan, as he stretched me in every direction. "I'll make your first time one to remember, baby," he said, then dropped down onto his forearms so his face was only inches from mine. He pulled out slowly, agonizingly, and immediately I missed his presence. I let out a small breath as he pushed back into me, and he continued the pattern until he was thrusting in and out at full speed and force, and I was panting and moaning like an animal in heat.

The pleasure built inside of me in a different way this time, growing more intense with every stroke he laid into me. I could feel my walls spasming as the feeling became all too much, squeezing his length despite my best efforts. It felt like I was coming with every stroke of his cock inside my tight, wet cunt, until finally the feeling exploded into my whole body, making me throw my head back in pure ecstasy. "Oh fuck, Luka, oh my god..." my voice trailed off as my brain momentarily forgot how to form words. Seemingly on command, I felt him pull out and finish on my stomach with a low groan. He rolls over onto his back and tries to catch his breath. I look over at him, and his eyes meet mine again. "We've really made a mess now..." I say with a chuckle, and he looks down at me, at the mess that was actually very much his own doing.

"Oh, shit, sorry, let me help you with that." He sprang up from my bed, and I instructed him to grab a rag from the basket in the hall. Obediently, he returned carrying a small towel and carefully wiped away his spilled seed from my stomach. He threw the rag into my hamper and leaned back down over me, his hand trailing up from my hip, to my waist, and settling on my breast. His lips found mine and pulled me into a deep kiss. "That was amazing, sweetheart. Aren't you glad I stopped by?" he said with a playful grin.

"Shut up!" I said as I slapped at his shoulder and laughed. He kissed me again, lightly this time, then stood and began to pick his clothes up from where he threw them after tearing them off earlier. I sat and watched him for a moment before pulling my sweater back over my head, no longer caring if he could see my nipples peeking through.

Reader, he hadn't lied. My first time was certainly one I would remember.