getting my first sexual-intercourse

                                    

                                          

«I know,» she said feeling strangely comforted. «But… I've never… you know… been with a man before.»
                          
*~~~~~*Brents POV*~~~~~*
                          
Brent lay behind her stunned and silent. He wasn't sure what to think or what to say. He felt bad initially for being so forceful with her. But the more he thought about it, he reminded himself: she did want him. She was responding positively toward him until now. Its not like hes holding her down. She wants it, he convinced himself. And she wants me to give it to her first. She just isn't completely convinced.
                          
A renewed sense of arousal grew in him. He was going to enjoy this more than he thought. He'd never taken a girls virginity before. He knew that this was going to have to be love making, not sex. And he was going to have to make love to her mind just as much as to her body to make this the unforgettable evening that she deserves. It was going to be a long, emotional, fucking amazing night.
                          
His prolonged silence frightened her. «I'm a virgin,» she reiterated.
                          
«Thank you for telling me,» he said lovingly. «If you want, and only if you want, we can keep going. We wont do anything that you aren't comfortable with. I want you to love this experience and I want to be the one that carries you through it. I want you to trust me with that responsibility.»
                          
He could feel her relaxing in his arms. She was still scared though. He could see the agony in her face as she sorted out things in her mind. Afraid shed choose to go home, he decided it was time to set his seduction plan into motion.
                          
«Look at me, Chelsea,» he said pulling her down to lay flat on her back. She covered her breasts with one arm." I want to help you get comfortable. How about a massage? It will help you relax and feel better about me touching your body."
                          
Chelsea nodded. «And if you have any doubts about the beauty of your body, you can trust that it is very beautiful.» Her entire body became flush. «Your heart and mind got me very, very turned on to you tonight and after seeing you like this, Im awestruck. Im so incredibly aroused just looking at you.» She scoffed and turned her head. «I'm serious, Chelsea.»
                          
«What about your ex-girlfriend Danica? I'm bigger than her.»
                          
«Fuck Danica. I don't give a damn about Danica. So what if you're thicker than she is?» Chelsea was startled by his anger. «Im not comparing you to her. You're not Danica. Thank God, too. I don't want you to look like her. I want you to look like this. I love this. Why can you just...» Brents ranting was cut short when Chelsea sat up and flung her arms around his neck.
                          
«Im sorry. Please don't yell at me anymore,» she said close to tears.
                          
«Come here.» Brent positioned Chelsea so that she was on her knees sitting straight up and he did the same. Their bodies matching legs to legs, torso to torso, face to face. «Relax. I want you to feel your heart beat and try to feel mine.» She complied. «Feel me breathe and breathe with me.» They were so close it was incredible. As if they were one being living off the same breath and the same blood supply. She had never felt so close to anyone. It was very relaxing and extraordinarily arousing to her. He wrapped his arms around her and moved his fingertips over her back giving her goosebumps. It had relaxed her just as he hoped it would.
                          
«How did you learn that?»
                          
«Its like a tantric sex exercise.»
                          
Sex. It must sound so foreign to her. «I like it.» Chelsea rested her head on his shoulder and held him tighter.
                          
After a few more minutes Brent spoke. «Do you feel better?»
                          
«Yeah.»
                          
«Lay on your stomach.» She did.
                          
He moved his hands to her shoulders and began his massage. He moved down her back and arms, across her ass and down her legs and lingered at her feet for a while. «Roll over,» he said simply and she did, covering her breasts at first but then slowly slid her arms to her sides. He smiled at this. Its working. All he wanted to do was fuck her brains out but he knew she needed and deserved this.