The first night

When Belle and I separated from that first kiss in the parking lot, I had a really good feeling about the rest of the night. My tension relaxed and I knew that we were going to have a good time exploring each other's world. We held each other's hand as we walked through the lobby to the elevator to take us upstairs, and nothing had ever felt so right. I was sure there would be no regrets.

Being with a new lover for the first time is the best feeling in the world. The Foo Fighters put it best in their song Everlong with the lyrics:
"And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when"

That first time is glorious. It's Christmas for grown-ups. You get to open that package and see what's underneath the wrapping. Unfortunately, she was wearing a god-awful habs jersey that I insisted she remove as soon as we entered the room. From there on, I don't remember the clothes being removed. I am not bashful, and I'm sure they weren't on for longer than 30 seconds after we closed and locked the door, paying careful attention to putting out the do not disturb sign on the outer handle.

What I do remember is like a sweet sensual collage in my head of the various sights sounds and smells from that night all run together like a glorious tapestry of love and sex. I remember tasting her and thinking how good and pure and natural it was and how her taste reminded me of my own. I remember her mouth on me, and the different way that she slid her lips along my shaft sideways that I've never encountered before; it was like a wet handjob only with her mouth, and I knew I was going to explode soon if she kept doing it. I remember holding her arms down tight while I entered her and feeling her thrust against me with the same fevered intensity that comes from years of anticipation. I remember trying different positions and finding that she was enjoying them as much as I was. I remember her thrusting against me getting closer and closer to the edge and feeling a need to push her over it to feel her convulsing on me while she reached climax and picking up the pace feeling my own balls swelling and throbbing, getting closer and closer as I fucked her harder and harder until I was ready to come and then allowing myself to go over the edge as well and join her emptying my load deep inside her and collapsing on top of her to catch my breath

I remember being covered in sweat exhausted and feeling the need rising within me again. I needed to have more more of her; to be inside her again. I had asked her what her favorite position was and she didn't want to answer me but I assumed from that that it meant she liked anal play so this time when I worked her close to the edge I told her to make sure she let me know when she was getting close so I could drive her over the edge in the way that she wanted. And when she said she was close I pulled my cock from her pussy pushed up against the entrance to her ass, put lube all over the head of my cock and then slowly whispered in her ear, "I know what you want", as I pushed my cock inside her ass, all the while using my fingers to stimulate her clit until she was crying out in pleasure and once again I could feel my balls swelling ready to empty and when she told me she was coming I did the same, deep in her ass while crying out in pleasure..

It was a special night of lovemaking, hours and hours of exploring each other, finding out what we liked and there wasn't much that we didn't like. Nothing that I can think of actually; she seemed to be my twin sexually, echoing my likes being open to anything. We made the comment then that we were both pretty messed up for the things that we were into and I kind of laughed it off, thinking,"You have no idea how messed up I am." And I was right in that regard, but what I didn't realize was that I also had no idea how messed up she was.. It really was a night of shared experience and experiences