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Authors name: Chris Whitworth
Story title : Chris looses her Virginity
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Chris looses her Virginity
by Chris Whitworth (whitw@ibm.net)
Date: 4 Dec 1995
A story about a teenage girl losing her virginity to
a family friend.
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"Come in!" Came the muffled shout from behind the door,
followed by a quieter: "yes, yes Mrs. Sloane she has
just arrived.
Chris pushed open the door and walked into the hallway.
There was a strange smell in the small office, it
reminder her of a science laboratory at school. The
hallway was dimly lit by a warm red glow, which emanated
from a room ahead.
Peter's head popped around from behind another doorway:
"Chris, come here, it's your mother on the phone, she
want's to speak to you."
In the large room, Peter was surrounded by tripods
supporting cameras and large lights. He held out the
phone as Chris rounded the door.
Peter had just left school and, at age eighteen,
established his own photography business. Truth-be-
known it wasn't actually a business yet, but Peter
had been given a start by his family in the hope that
their wayward son would stop wasting his time having
fun and get down to something sensible, well, at least
marginally sensible.
Peter had known Chris's family since he and his family
had arrived from the UK, moved to Australia as a pro-
motion in his mother's career as an executive with IBM.
Chris's brother was in the same class as him, and Peter
had spent a lot of time at the Sloane house in the
early times. He had spent hours teasing young Chris as
he got up to no good with her brother; she would beg
them to play "rough and tumble" with her, a game which
would end in tears as often as in laughter, and see
Chris run crying to her father for comfort.
But that was four years ago, and Chris had changed now;
she had grown up. Not that Peter had noticed. He still
looked upon her as the baby sister of his best friend,
though not today.
The only clients he had at the moment were friends and
the local free newspaper, and today Chris was to be his
way of earning enough to pay for the new flash unit he
had put on lay-by at his local camera store.
"She says she can't make it in time to watch." Chris
hung the phone up, turning to look up at Peter. "Can
you run me home when you have finished? She's cooking
spaghetti, she says it's your favorite...yeuch!"
"Oh yes, you never did like it did you, the last time
I saw you eat spaghetti you had more down your dress
than in your mouth!" Peter reached out and carelessly
flicked Chris's fringe aside, smiling as he turned to
his camera and popped open the back to check for film.
He didn't notice the flicker of excitement pass over
Chris's pretty features.
He had touched her! Her tummy began to squirm as her
mind wove its dreams around the latest news: she was
to be alone with him; Peter, the person she had
secretly loved for two years now, the person she had
been so naughty with in her dreams, those dreams she
enjoyed so much as she lay quiet and warm and alone
before going to sleep.
"Right, let's go!" Peter's words shook Chris out of her
day-dreaming and she turned to him, blushing slightly.
"Now, your mum wants some portraits for you passport;
you're going on a school excursion to Bali are you?
Half your luck! She said that you had a dress or some-
thing for the other shots to send to her mother."
Chris held up a carrier bag.
"Well go on, what are you waiting for, put it on, time
is money you know." He turned again to shift the tripod,
but turned back when he heard no movement. "What are
you waiting for?"
Chris stood silently, her eyes cast down slightly and
her hands nervously crumpling the top of the paper bag.
"Oh yes, I get it, your too old to change in front of
me now aren't you, pah! OK, go on, the toilet is down
the hall." He chuckled at her as she left the room.
Chris shut the toilet door behind her, and undid her
school uniform, letting it fall to the stained lino-
leum floor. Pausing, as if daring herself, she looked
behind her at the door to check that it was locked,
and then flipped the catch of her little bra.
Chris loved wearing the tiny garment. It made her feel
strange and important. The cotton lace slid over her
budding breasts, and she felt a wave of excitement
pass through her as she bared herself to the small
grubby room. Her hands slid up and covered the firm
mounds briefly, and then she slipped one hand deftly
into her white cotton panties, her fingers knew just
where to go to produce those delicious butterflies...
"Come on Chris!" Peter's voice from outside the room
made her jump. She blushed again, and hurriedly slipped
on the pretty floral dress which her mother had
insisted so forcefully she take with her to school.
"OK, sit on that stool, "he said to her as she appeared
around the studio door, "and no smiling! These are
official photos!" Peter chuckled at his own joke.
"Right...Chris, not so glum, this is a passport photo,
not a mug shot!"
Cerchick! The camera made a loud, important sound and
the flash left stars in Chris's eyes. Cerchick!
"Right, that's that. Now I've just got to change film
for the full length shots. Move that stool out of the
way Chris, I won't be two ticks." Peter left the untidy
studio and shut the door of the red lit room.
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Chris stood in the middle of the portrait space; the
only clean and neat area in the room. The warm flood
lights bathed her in a golden hue as she stood; feet
slightly apart, her toes inward pointing in their
sensible brown leather shoes. White socks covered her
calves and ended below her knees; grubby from school,
and the hem of her pretty frock lay demurely against
her thighs just above them.
Chris's face was tilted slightly floor-wards, lip
tucked gently between pearly white teeth. Her arms
rested by her sides, naillbitten fingers splayed
lightly against her thighs at the hip.
The top of Chris's dress was bunched up, the soft
collar lay against the bottom of her rib-cage. Chris's
small breasts were naked, their small rosy pink
nipples, pert and engorged; tightened by her heart
which threatened to burst from her body so hard was
it beating. She was dizzy with the intoxication of it
all as adrenaline and other, more potent potions of
desire coursed through her veins.
It was the first time she had felt this alive, the
first time her body had taken the reins from her mind
and left her helpless in its headlong rush to fulfill
its purpose and redress its chemical balance,
neutralize the burning of cocktail of passion, with
sweet floods of the release, which she knew nothing of,
but craved instinctively.
Chris had bared herself for him and now awaited his
tender mercy, her wide-open eyes watching nervously
the closed door of the darkroom.. Time stood still.
"OK, let's get this show on the road." Peter's voice
preceded him as the door handle turned and the red
glow spilled into the studio again. " I just want you
to ... what the!"
Peter froze in his tracks, and the small black film
canister he had been carrying bounced quietly on the
carpet of the studio.
He stood, his mouth open and stared at Chris for what
seemed like an eternity but the spell was broken.
Life came flooding back into the room along with its
smells and sounds, and light and heat. The reality of
Peter's exclamation dawned on Chris, forcing aside the
curtains of her teenage fantasy. Chris buried her face
in her hands and sobbed tears of shame and confusion
as she became again the child.
Her life; balanced cruelly and delectably as it was
on the knife-edge between childhood and womanhood,
had turned around and stranded her; a child in a
woman's world.
"No, no, don't cry!" Peter urged gently as he moved
across the room. "No, it's not you, really!" He
instinctively folded his arms around the little girl
to comfort her. "It's just wrong, it isn't bad. You
are lovely, you mustn't be ashamed of what you have
done."
As the pain of her shame receded, Chris relaxed into
the relief of her tears. She buried her head against
Peter's muscular chest and let her arms circle is
torso. She clung to him as she had done to her father
in the past after a tumble from her skates or some
cruel teasing by her brother, but this was different.
As she cried the woman in her was awoken again. The
smell of him, the feel of him, the resonance of his
kind comforting words through his chest...she pulled
herself closer to Peter's body...
Peter sensed her waning grief and held her away from
him. As their bodies parted, Chris slid her hands up
to cover her breasts. She dropped her head in shame,
large tears trickling down her cheeks.
"Chris, Chris, don't cry, you haven't done anything
wrong. It is just our society, which says you shouldn't
act like that, it's not your fault."
"Well it's stupid!" She sobbed out in defiance.
"Yes, it is stupid, because you are becoming a
beautiful woman. I hadn't realized it, but you are
stunning. You must never be ashamed of yourself for
that, but it still doesn't change the law there is
just..."
Peter's words stopped mid sentence as Chris slowly
lowered her hands, baring her breasts for him in the
most evocative and blatant way; offering her young
body to him again.
The world receded once more as sensuality cloaked the
room in silence and warmth, and time surrendered to
the power of love and of loving.
"But I love you Peter, I have done for years, I dream
of you. I....I dream of you at night..."
Chris brought her hands up and lay them on Peters
shirt, just below his chest, in a display of her
pleading.
"No, no, it is wrong to..."
Chris's fingers dug gently into the flesh of his torso.
"I mustn't let you..."
The young girl let her arms fall to her sides, and
she shrugged slightly. Her dress slipped silently to
the floor, and lay in a crumpled wreath around her
feet.
"Oh Chris!" Peter lay his hands on her waist, gently,
almost fearfully, reluctantly giving in to his own
desire.
Peter knelt before Chris and let his hands slide onto
her belly. He extended his fingers to just barely
brush the taught buds of her nipples in a manner of
disbelief that such a beautiful, erotic thing could
be real; touching to put substance to the fantasy
which was unfolding for him. Chris's movements were
restrained also at first, as she brought her hands up
to fondle Peter's hair, those beautiful soft brown
curls that she had caressed only in her dreams. She
bent and buried her face in the locks, breathing in
his smell, enveloping herself with the sensations of
love.
"You are beautiful..." Peter murmured as he lent
forward, his tongue seeking Chris's budding of breasts.
He kissed them, the nipples slipped in and out of his
mouth as he slowly moved from side to side: "oh you're
so beautiful, such a beautiful woman.." His hands
traveled up the length of her legs, coming to rest
gently on her buttocks...
"You are..." he bathed her breasts with his tongue:
"you are so so beautiful..."
Peter kissed down Chris's chest, over her flat belly,
hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties
as he did so, gently dragging them down; his lips
following the receding material: "my god you are so
lovely, you taste so..." he kissed: " I must taste you,
oooh yessss, I must taste..."
Chris's panties slid down her thighs and over her
socks. She stepped out of them, the action parting
her legs slightly. She knew what was required of her,
and put gentle pressure on the back of Peter's head
in anticipation, in a sign of her willingness for his
lips to continue their exploration of her young body.
She dreamed of fish.
Chris dreamed that she was laying in a warm pool and
that a school of silver fishes were plucking and
slithering between her thighs. It was a feeling unlike
any other she had felt, even the gentle stroking and
probing of her own fingers had not produced such a
delectable sensation, or built the fire within her
that warmed her now.
Peter lent back from Chris and looked up at her. She
was looking down at him, her legs trembling slightly
as she stood; uncomfortable but oblivious to the
discomfort.
"Show me.." Chris's meaning was clear. "Show me." Her
tone urged, it pleaded, it did not insist.
Peter stood, and watched Chris as he undressed. She
let a small gasp escape her lips as he finally bared
himself; taught and rigid, curving gracefully and
shining in the soft lights.
"Oh Peter!" Chris exclaimed softly as she moved
forward. She grasped and pulled herself to him, her
movements were animal like as she inexpertly tried
to mount her lover. She had given herself over
completely to her instincts. "Oh Peter, please put
it inside me, please..." He held the child back,
trying to hold her away from him, but she was
irrepressible in her urge to feel a man for the first
time, and thrust herself toward the object of her
desire.
"No wait!" Peter tried to awake the girl from her
delirium: "wait! If you want me to, I will. Here, lay
down." He took her gently by the arms and helped her
down onto the carpet.
Chris's eyes never left Peter's, she wanted to study
every expression he made as he guided her into this
world she had dreamed of but never entered. She
eagerly awaited his instruction.
"Lay down Chris; relax. There, that's right." He bent,
and kissed lovingly between her thighs briefly,
leaving in silvery trickle of saliva there. "Relax,
I won't hurt you, but you must tell me if you want me
to stop." His tender tone melted Chris's heart.
Peter guided himself gently between Chris's thighs. The
girl let out a sigh as she felt the hardness and warmth
there: "oh Peter my love...my love..."
Slowly and gently, holding his shaft and moving it
from side to side to enter her, Peter let his weight
rest down on Chris. She brought her knees up to let
him enter her body more easily as she was consumed
with the overwhelming sensations of being filled to
bursting with the flesh of her lover, her first lover.
The pain grew like flower within her as he stretched
her, but with it came waves of pleasure like she had
never known.
Chris thought she would burst, but didn't care; she
felt as if she would explode, but she welcomed it. If
she were to die now, she would be happy, impaled by
her love, consumed by the pleasure he gave her...Chris
let out a low moan.
"Are you alright? Am I hurting you?"
"No! No my love," the words would hardly leave her
mouth and sounded hoarse and tight in her throat.
"Make love to me, I love it....I love you..."
Pleasure built on pleasure, Chris reeled as each
movement brought a new pleasure, a new pain, where
would it stop... she clutched to Peter, she drew
herself to him.
Chris didn't know what she was doing, the animal in
her had taken over; the sexual animal, and it shook
her. It rocked her whole body and consumed her mind
as she convulsed: alarmed by her abandon, but not
wanting it to ever stop.
Peter slid into her body further in a surge, which made
Chris gasp. His body tightened under her hands. Chris
opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with an
expression unlike any she had ever seen. His eyes were
dark and distant, his character was absent from his
features, he looked at her, but not at her; he looked
at the animal she had become, and she understood now
that what she saw was the animal in him. That mag-
nificent primeval beast gazed at her through the mists
of her pleasures peak; it connected with its mate,
newly born in this child, and they were one; they
became one, their souls combined and bodies united.
The child was now a woman.
"Chris! What lovely pictures!"
In the cozy living room, Mrs. Sloane held the photo-
graphs in one hand and the envelope in which they
came in the other. "I don't think I have ever seen
you look so lovely, especially in these ones." Mrs.
Sloane put down the head-and-shoulders portraits aside
and looked at the full length photo's. "You are
positively radiant. I must get Peter to make another
set for me!"
Her mother put the photograph on the mantelpiece and
stood back from it, regarding it admiringly. "He is
good isn't he? Maybe I should have him take some
pictures of me and see if he could give me the same
look? What do you think?" She turned to face her
daughter.
Chris smiled to herself "Yes, he is very good isn't
he."
The two women's eyes met, and Chris's secret remini-
scence was forgotten. Her body suddenly tingled with
goose-bumps as she looked into the smile, the small
animal smile which played on her mothers face.
Chris was overcome by the power of the realization
which flooded through her. Tears of joy welled up in
her eyes as she began to laugh, a strange laugh, a
laugh which was echoed and superimposed by the sound
which came from her mother as the two women melted in
each other's arms in laughter and tears.
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strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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