Chapter 1 - Tenerife
22nd December 2005
I can’t believe what happened last night. I should feel guilt but all I feel is, oh how can I describe it? All I feel is a need deep inside me. Diana and I have been on holiday in Tenerife this week. We had such a great time, Diana hired a car so we could see more of the island. Not sure it was such a great idea as Diana has never driven a manual before, only an automatic so the journeys we took were more hair-raising than they needed to be. We visited Santa Cruz and even had a nice authentic meal in a local restaurant, better than all of the English food being served up around the tourist area of Playa de las Américas.
On the last night we decided to actually visit the tourist bars, we heard there were free drinks available at certain times. This is where we met up with two really hot Canadian guys. Diana is Canadian so we got chatting to them. Unfortunately we were drinking tequila slammers and I’ve never drank tequila before so I was not prepared for how fucked up it made me. I swear I’m never drinking tequila again! Hence I can’t remember much of our conversations. But to be fair I think Diana was doing a lot of the talking with her having so much in common with them. I just remember being a little intimidated, I’ve never been around men much. Being brought up in a fundamentalist Christian congregation meant that the men were off limits to us unmarried girls. Girls? Yeah maybe I’m more of a woman now I’m 22, but I feel so unsure about everything.
I do remember that they were called Connor and Rhys. Connor looked about 6’ and had light brown hair and blue eyes. Rhys was a little taller, I’d say about 6’2” with dark hair, almost black and deep brown eyes. Both of them were broad shouldered and seemed to be quite well built. Rhys was someone who liked to touch people when he was talking. A hand on the shoulder, on the forearm, even pushing my hair behind my ear at one point. I was really in awe of both of them. They said that they worked in Rhys’s father’s company in Calgary, Alberta. I do know that we all seemed to get on really well. I’m so ignorant of the ways of the world, so to speak. I must have seemed so timid, so quiet. Like I said, I’m not used to interacting with men, and Rhys was just so lovely to me. I’m not sure why he seemed interested in me though.
When we came back to the hotel, we discovered that our rooms were on top of each other, we were on floor 12 and they were directly below us on floor 11. Diana was going down to the guys’ room with Connor but I was really out of it at this point so Rhys helped me into bed. He got in with me smelling of cologne and his own particular musk, it was intoxicating. I took a deep breath, I wanted to remember him just like this. He held me until I fell asleep.
It must have been a few hours later that I awoke. I was still in his arms. I thought about how uncomfortable he must be in a single bed with me. Plus the guilt of being in bed with a man. My heart was thumping in my chest. I just knew that God was judging me there and then and was finding me wanting. I thought the best thing to do was to extricate myself from him and sleep on the couch. As I was trying to do this though, Rhys woke up.
He asked me where I was going, I lied and said I needed the loo. I know I lied! Yet another sin hanging over my head. I got up and went to the bathroom. I just washed my face as the effects of the tequila were wearing off and leaving me with a very woolly head. When I came out of the bathroom I went to walk into the living area but Rhys called to me asking where I was going, this time his voice was lower and very deliberate. I was honest at this point and said that it probably wasn’t very comfortable with me in that small bed.
I was shocked when Rhys practically ordered me back into the bed with him. I’m used to being told what to do by men, I’ve been brought up to obey, so I did as I was told. I climbed back into bed.
Rhys lay my head on his chest. With one hand he started gently stroking my back up and down. The feel of it was quite thrilling. This is what I was missing out on! With his other hand he was lightly tracing a line down my side and up again. He pulled up my pyjama top so he could stroke my bare skin. I felt like I couldn’t move, I didn’t want him to stop. This was what I had fantasied about so much. Being held, being loved. I’m not stupid enough to think that this was love but it certainly felt good enough as a substitute for me. I felt like I’d been starved of food for my whole life.
Rhys moved to take my top off. My heart was pounding in my chest. I thought I’d better tell him that I’m a virgin because he may not want to sleep with me knowing I had no experience at all. When I told him he just continued to take my top off telling me gently that it was ok and he called me baby. Things were getting better. My bare breasts were now pressed against his hard chest. My hand started to move over his chest feeling the curly hair and brushing over his nipple. Rhys then stroked the outer side of my breast. Oh I was practically panting at this point, I didn’t know what to do. He brought his arm out from under my head and laid me gently back on the bed. He started sucking one of my nipples whilst he pulled and played with the other one. I arched my back involuntarily and I’m sure I heard him chuckle. He kissed a trail down my stomach down to the elastic of my pyjama shorts where he quickly pulled them down off me. Then without any preamble he pulled my knickers down and threw them on the floor with the shorts and top.
I had shaved round the edges of my pubic hair and trimmed it before I came on holiday so that I could wear my swimming costume without any embarrassment. Now Rhys’s hand was making its way down to my sex and I was trembling. I need to be honest now, I am a sinner through and through. God had definitely been judging me for so many years because I regularly masturbate and having an orgasm is the best feeling in the world.
I looked down and saw Rhys pushing my thighs apart whilst he had his face only a couple of inches away from my clit. I was so turned on at this point I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. I’d obviously never experienced it with another person up to this point and now I have this god in my bed worshiping me. OMG! He pulled my outer lips apart and licked his way up my hole so slowly ending on my sensitive nub. He then licked around my clit without actually touching in for what seemed an eternity. I could feel everything building up in my lower tummy, this fluttering delicious feeling. I could feel how swollen I was, I could only imagine how wet I must have been.
“Don’t worry Lily,” Rhys said raising his eyes to mine, “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt at all.”
I’d heard so many rumours about how badly the first time could hurt so I was surprised when Rhys had told me he could ensure it wouldn’t hurt.
“Do you want to cum?” he asked me and I nodded. “I want to hear you begging me for it, do you understand?” I nodded again. “Use your words Lilly.”
“Yes I understand,” I whispered.
“Then beg,” he said,
I moaned feeling how close I really was and then I begged, “please make me cum, I’m so close, please Rhys!”
“I like hearing you using my name, mmm…”
Rhys started gently licking around my clit slowly building up pressure then he pushed his tongue into me, in and out, in and out.
“Please Rhys, don’t tease me, please I want to cum!” I tried to move my hips around but he held them in a vise-like grip. I had started to sweat, which I’m sure was not sexy in the slightest, but it didn’t seem to bother Rhys.
Now his tongue was flicking my clit up and down then swirling around it again and again. The pressure was building and I could feel the spasms tightening my lower abdomen. Then everything fell apart, I could feel the orgasm in every nerve of my body, right down to my fingers and toes. I was moaning so loudly but I didn’t care. He kept licking me, keeping the orgasm going for longer than I’d ever experienced before. My vagina was pulsating again and again.
Then I felt one of his fingers enter me. “Oh!” I was so sensitive. Then another finger joined the first, he was moving the fingers around and around inside me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more he inserted a third finger, but this time he started pumping in and out gently. I could feel myself getting aroused even more. I’d never had more than one orgasm, I didn’t think it was possible, but now, as I lay here moaning, I started to doubt myself. He then hooked his fingers inside me and hit an extremely sensitive area. I didn’t know he’d found my g-spot, but I knew it felt good. Once again as he caressed up and down on my g-spot and I could feel my release building again.
“Oh my God I think I might cum again!”
“Not yet baby, don’t worry though, you will,” Rhys reassured me. It was only now that I looked down and saw his muscled torso with an extremely defined V pointing directly to what looked like an exceedingly large penis. I had nothing to compare it with but I didn’t think that there was any way that it would fit inside me.
Rhys rolled a condom onto his erection and positioned himself at my entrance. He looked down at me and must have seen the look on my face.
“Baby, just lie down and relax, I’m going to go slow and it won’t hurt. It may just feel like a bit of pressure, but once I’m inside you, you’ll feel how good it can be.” Rhys smiled up at me. He was just gorgeous and he’d already given me the best orgasm of my life so I decided to try and relax myself.
When Rhys started pushing inside me an inch at a time, letting me get used to it, I knew I’d lucked out having this guy as my first ever. Oh yes there was pressure and to start with - it felt odd, but it didn’t hurt. Rhys started circling my clit again with his thumb really slowly and it was so good. He stopped moving in me until he suddenly pushed the last of the way in and I felt so full up, but it was so good. He started moving in and out of me slowly building up a rhythm, at the same time he continued to stroke my clit. This felt amazing and so different to when I’d made myself cum with just my fingers. Having his erection inside of me moving in and out was incredible.
I could feel my orgasm building. This time though it felt deeper and slower, “oh Rhys thank you, oh this is so good.”
Rhys chuckled then grunted, “Oh baby you’re gonna cum soon for me?”
“Oh God yes!” and that’s all it took to push me over the edge. Falling, falling. My vagina pulsating, sparks originating from my clit setting me on fire all over my body.
I heard Rhys cry out, “yes baby!” and he grunted as he came in me throbbing violently, keeping my orgasm going for longer. This was nirvana, I know I was supposed to feel guilty but it felt so good that I couldn’t.
Rhys disposed of the condom and came back to bed, drawing me into his arms. I felt safe. I breathed in his cologne, his musk, the heat that emanated from him. The bedding smelt so good, whatever laundry detergent they used was amazing, but perhaps I felt this way because all of my senses felt heightened. Eventually I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
They flew out of Tenerife the next day travelling back to Canada. I never heard from Rhys again, but I am forever grateful to him for an unforgettable first time. I will never tell anyone, it was so special, I want to keep this extraordinary memory for me and me only.
