Her First Time by Kellyn Mitchell
Kristen sat on her bed, clutching a letter and fighting back tears. She missed her boyfriend Dylan so much. He had left two months ago for California to go into the Navy, and she had just received about the tenth letter from him. They had been together almost a year, though she was only 16, and he was 19. Before he left, he practically forced her to admit her feelings for him, and she had admitted that she loved him. The letter made promises that Dylan intended to keep while he was away, but Kristen's heart had already begun to stray and she wondered now if she'd said the right words before he left. She thought it probably would have been better for the both of them if they had just broken up. Not because she didn't love him, she really did. But because she was lonely and she wanted a boyfriend she could see everyday. Obviously Dylan's abscence made this hard for her.
Her phone rang bringing her out of her thoughts and back to the present. It was her friend Eric and a bunch of their friends were going to a party, did she want to go. Kristen sighed. YES she wanted to go, though she probably shouldn't. Not in the awful, miserable state she was in. But she knew she should go and have a good time, and so she said yes. Eric told her he would come get her in about 2 hours, and they hung up.
Kristen stood before the mirror staring at her reflection. She brushed her long blond hair out of her face and applied some lipstick. She looked at her apperance and smiled. She loved the outfit she chose. An adorable plaid mini skirt and a tight black v neck sweater. So the skirt looked a little school girlish, it definitely turned heads whenever she wore it. The make up she wore on her face did an awesome job of making her look older than her 16 years. She loved what she saw in that mirror. She looked hot tonight, and she was starting to feel better. She looked down at the counter trying to figure out which perfume to wear, and she decided upon a musky, sexy scent that always seemed to drive the guys wild. She made up her mind right then, right there....she was going to have fun tonight. No matter what.
Eric arrived with a car full of her friends. She kissed her mom and promised to be home by 1am and out the door and to the car she went, practically skipping. Eric's face lit up as he got out of the car and ran around to the passenger side to open the door for her. Kristen smiled. Eric had been in love with her for awhile now. She knew it and she loved to play on that. She loved the attention he gave her and the little things he was known to do for her. As they drove and everyone in the back was chattering endlessly, Kristen reached across the seat and rested her hand on Eric's thigh. She saw him glance at her out of the corner of her eye, but she kept her eyes straight ahead and tried to make it seem as normal as possible.
They arrived at the party at just after 8 and Kristen immediately found a beer and drank it down fast. Making her way through the crowd to her friend Patsy, who had seated herself on the couch and was already half heartedly talking to some guy. Kristen plopped down and looked around the crowded room.
"There's a ton of people here!" Kristen observed.
"Yeah no kidding....did you check out the hot guys!" Patsy responded, smiling and nodding her head in the guy next to her's direction.
Kristen nodded but there was only one "hot" guy she had her eyes on. That was her best friend Eric. She knew that if she was going to cheat on Dylan and ruin that relationship, then it had better be with someone who cared for her and wouldn't leave her. Plus, Eric knew about Dylan, so he knew the situation she was in. Kristen had a nagging fear in the back of her mind. It wasn't just that she would lose Dylan....because actually she was pretty sure that he would never find out. But she knew if he did, he wouldn't just walk away. Dylan wasn't like that - he fought for what was his. And well, Kristen very much considered herself *his*. So the whole mess made her feel uneasy, but she had promised herself that she was going to have fun! And she had decided about a half hour earlier that the fun she was going to have was going to be with Eric!
Robert, the guy Patsy had been talking to, had gone to get some drinks for them. He handed Kristen and Patsy a bright red drink. She had no idea what it was but it sure looked pretty. She took it from him and took a sip. Ok, that was really good, tasted like cherry soda! She drank it so fast that it was gone before Robert had even sat down again. Patsy giggled when Kristen leaned over her to ask Robert what that was. Robert wouldn't tell her what it was called, but just said to ask for a "party hopper".
Kristen got up to cross the room and Eric intercepted. "Will you dance with me?" he said looking out at the many couples that were crowding the den holding their partner's close. She smiled, and nodded, here was her chance. She set the glass down on the coffee table and let Eric pull her to him. He held her so gently, so tenderly. He barely had his arms around her, which was driving her crazy. When Dylan held her, his arms engulfed her. He claimed her. Each and everytime. Eric was holding her like he was afraid. And Kristen realized that maybe he was. She looked up into his eyes and he looked down at her and smiled. She stood on her tippy toes and planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips - hoping that might encourage him to hold her more. It worked slightly, but still nothing like she had known with Dylan. When the dance ended she asked Eric if he would bring her a "party hopper". He raised his eyebrows and then went off to bring her the drink. She sat on an empty stool and waited for him looking out across the room. She noticed a couple in the back corner slowly swaying to invisible slow music. The song playing was loud, upbeat and not at all the kind of song one would find romantic. Eric showed back up and handed her the drink. They sat and talked about the different people at the party and what had been going on in their lives the past couple of days. Kristen went though at least one more of those yummy red drinks, and she couldn't stop watching the couple in the corner. In fact, she almost felt voyeristic. She couldn't figure out why she was so drawn to them, and then it dawned on her. It was the way that guy held her. It was the way Dylan held her. That possessive hand on the back of her head and neck, with the other hand holding her close by resting firmly in the small of her back. Twice she noticed that when they were sitting and talking, if her eyes strayed and she started looking around, he would take ahold of her chin and bring her eyes back to his. Kristen blinked back tears. She was REALLY missing Dylan now....it was the dominance that Dylan exuded, that brought her to complete submission...that was what she missed so much. And it was what Eric did not possess. But still ... she had promised to have fun!
She glanced at Eric again - he was indeed hot. And she was indeed feeling quite turned on after watching to casual exchange between the other couple. She reached over and placed her hand on Eric's upper thigh again. This time she made eye contact with him. He looked at her, then down at her hand and then back at the dance floor.
WHAT?!?!?!? Kristen was so confused...why didn't he react? Men always reacted. This was ridiculous. I'll make him react, she thought. And she slid her hand closer to the middle of his thighs. His reaction was immediate and he looked directly at her. He leaned forward and kissed her. Softly at first, but he didn't get more passionate. It wasn't the same as kissing Dylan, but it was nice. She let her hands stroke and slide all over him. She knew she had him pretty turned on. He stopped and asked her if she wanted to go upstairs alone with him? Kristen looked around the room and her eyes fell on the clock. It was 12:37. Oh shit! She couldn't even finish what she'd started because she had to be home in just over 20 minutes.
"Eric, I've got to get home. Did you see what time it is?!?!" Eric scrambled to his feet and helped her with her coat. He double checked with Patsy that she would find a ride home and then quickly headed out the door.
When Eric pulled into Kristen's driveway, he stopped the car. He stared at her for a moment and then leaned forward for a kiss. Kristen responded, though less enthusiastically than before. Earlier she was feeling a bit tipsy, but the sudden thought of being late and grounded from going out again for awhile has sobered her quickly. Kristen hastily unfastened her seatbelt and got out. She leaned down into the car and blew Eric a kiss and told him to call her on her line when he got home. She wanted to know if he was going home or back to the party - he was going home, so she said she'd await his call. She figured it would buy her some time before she had to make a choice to actually DATE Eric. She slammed the car door and turned to walk up the front walk.
Out of the corner of her eye, Kristen could just barely make out the shadow of a vehicle parked next to her house. Her heart skipped a beat and she blinked rapidly trying to clear her vision and her head. That car looked an awful bit like Dylan's! But there was no way Dylan would be inside her parents house THIS late at night. In fact, more than likely, by the dark nature of the house, her parents were already asleep. She looked again, but didn't see the shadow of anyone IN the car, and she was clearly stumped. But she also knew it was 6 minutes to 1 and she was not getting grounded. She came up the front walk searching her purse for her key to the house, when out of nowhere someone grabbed her.
She almost screamed until she realized those strong arms that were grabbing her did indeed belong to Dylan and he was pulling her tight to him the way she loved. She leaned back slightly to smile at him, but was pulled closer.
"I saw you in the car." he whispered quietly....and released her.
Looking up into his eyes she saw a mixture of emotions, sadness, fear, but more than anything a flash of anger. He remained calm, but told her that she needed to get inside...it was now 1am.
"I'll go check in with my parents and then sneak back out so we can talk, is that ok? Or are you too mad at me?" Kristen asked.
"Oh no, I'll be waiting RIGHT here for you to return." Dylan answered. The way he said it sent shivers up Kristen's spine. However calm he appeared, he did not sound the least bit happy to see her, and although he appeared hurt, he appeared a lot more angry. She unlocked the door and went inside quietly. She dropped her purse and her keys by the door and trudged upstairs where she knocked softly on her parents door. She whispered to her mother that she was home and told her she loved her. She went down the hall to her own room and flipped on the light switch. She surveyed her room, her eyes falling on the letter resting on the bed. The letter that had said he wanted to marry her. Her stomach did a flip flop and she realized she was shaking. She also knew that Dylan was downstairs and outside waiting for her. She ran a brush through her hair again and quietly tiptoed back down the stairs. Instead of coming out the front door she went all the way down to the basement and came out the basement doors. She crept around the side of the house, and whispered "Dylan?". He stepped off the front porch where he had been waiting and into the moonlight. She looked into his glistening eyes and saw a slight smile on his face.
"I wasn't sure you were actually GOING to come back...." he said. Kristen laughed nervously. They walked together to the side of the house where the driveway dropped into a lower level garden. There were wooden stumps that outlined the driveway to sit on. Dylan sat first and pulled Kristen down into his arms.
"I missed you so much," he muttered stroking her hair "only to come home and see *that*...what WAS that?"
Kristen took a deep breath. She had no idea how to explain herself. She knew he was upset and why shouldn't he be. She was being foolish. She didn't love Eric, she loved Dylan. But Eric was here, and Dylan wasn't here....and well ok so she made a bad decision, but things were different....Dylan was here. It suddenly dawned on her...Dylan was HERE! Why was Dylan here?
"Why are you back?" she asked looking into his eyes again.
"Uh...ok that doesn't even sound like a nice question, but if you are seriously asking...I am back because I am on leave and I wanted to come see you. I didn't call you to tell you because I wanted to surprise you," Dylan looked out into the darkness, "or maybe I'm the one that got the surprise!". Kristen gulped...."Dylan I'm sorry...it won't happen again. It was a mistake, and it was stupid. I missed you. I know that's not an excuse, but that is why I did it. I was just trying to pull myself out of depression and make myself happier. I know, it's not an excuse...I know." Kristen looked down and couldn't meet his eyes. Dylan watched her, trying not to be angry...he loved her and wanted to marry her...he wanted to understand why she was in a car with her best friend kissing him. He wanted to strangle her. He wanted to make love to her. But first, he had to deal with what she did.
He moved her to her feet and then he stood up and offered her his hand. Kristen took his hand and they began walking towards the creek and woods behind her house. They had taken walks through these woods many, many times over the past year. It was a great place to be alone and it was the first place they made love. Kristen smiled at that memory. But Dylan had other reasons for walking the love of his life deep into the woods on this moonlit night. The stumbled through the darkness until they found the clear path and after about ten minutes he stopped in front of a tree that had most likely been struck by lightening at some point. It was on the ground and not that large. He sat on it and stood her directly in front of him. "Kristen, I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I have been faithful to you for the entire two months that I have been gone. You have been the only one I can think of morning, noon and night. It hurt and angered me to be waiting on you, excited to think I was going to hold my girl again...only to see you with another guy. Now I have respected that your best friend is a guy, and have never said a word, but when I see you kissing your best friend...now it's time for me to say words," he paused momentarily, and then continued..."honestly, I love you. I want you to remember that - always. Can you do that?"
"yes Dylan, I can do that. I love you too," Kristen swallowed hard...suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach and she suddenly felt like a chastised little girl standing before him."I didn't mean to hurt you, and I never meant for you to find out either...." as soon as the words were out of her mouth she realized her error. She saw a flash of anger in his eyes and realized that she had basically admitted that she would have cheated on him and then lied to him. That was not good. Dylan watched her standing there...she couldn't look him in the eyes, and she was casually playing with the hem on that extremely short skirt she was wearing. She looked like a little girl, and if you want to act like a little girl, then I will treat you like a little girl. With no effort at all he took ahold of her left arm and swung her around his right side. It took him only a moment to position her face down over his lap. Her upper body was resting on the tree. Kristen was squirming from the start. She recognized this position immediately and couldn't figure out how she had gotten herself into this mess. She was trying desperately to maneuver her upper body in such a matter that it might be more comfortable, but no matter what she did, it didn't work. He had her right where he wanted her. Without a word he began spanking her. Kristen was happy that she wore the plaid skirt tonight, because as short as it was, it was a thicker fabric and his hand was doing absolutely no harm. Dylan however, knew exactly what he was doing and placed about 30 good spanks on her skirt covered bottom. When he stopped, Kristen was sure it was done and began to get up. He tightened his grip around her waist, shifted to get her bottom up more, and slid her skirt up exposing her adorable panty clad bottom. He couldn't tell what color they were, but in the moonlight he could see they were a dark color...probably black. He began to spank her again, this time a little firmer and faster. *SPANK* "*OW* But darling, oh, please..." Kristen uttered, though she had to admit, it really wasn't that bad. It was a delicious sting and she could feel herself growing wet. Dylan expected this, and before she knew it, her panties were down around her thighs. He again repositioned her, it was important that he had a good angle. He was going to concentrate on that special spot, known as the sit spot. Why, because he wanted her to remember each time she sat, that she was a naughty girl - and that if she planned to be naughty when she was with him, she could expect a lot more sessions over his knee. His hand rose, she could feel the air move with it, and she tensed. "Relax your bottom, young lady, now..." She tried to breathe out and relax, but his hand stung so much...SMACK SPANK SPANK CRACK SMACK!!!! His hand splattered all over her plump bottom, peppering it with stinging spanks before she could so much as wiggle. "NOOOOO!!!! Oh, Dylan Pleeeeeease, it stings, it stings!!!" she cried, and twisted her hips trying to escape the rain of slaps. He watched her buck, enjoying the view immensely. Her head came up, her back flexed, she bounced her bottom all over his lap. He got a tighter hold of her and began again. SPANK SMACK SLAP SLAP SPANK SMACK!!!!! "OOOWWW YYEEOOWW!!! Dylllaaan!!!! STOP!! OW OW OW OW!!" She was beginning to cry in earnest. He stopped for a moment, and let his hand slide over her hot flesh. "You've had this coming for awhile Kristen, and if you're going to be with me, this is exactly what you can expect on a regular basis! Get that young lady?" Kristen nodded.
He raised his hand and began to lecture. "No more parties, no more guys, no more kissing anyone but me young lady!" She jerked and howled the first time his hand connected with her pink-tender sit spot. "OH!! OH GOD!! OW!! OH Dylannnnn, please, no more, I'm SORRY OH!!" she bucked and twisted...and he continued spanking as hard as he thought she could take. !!! "YYYEEOOWWW!!!!" she screeched and went limp, sobbing and wiping her eyes, chanting "I'm sorry, baby,I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson!!" as she cried.
He finally stopped and pulled her to a standing position, the pain in her backside was going to be a reminder for quite awhile about her transgression, and hopefully her obedience to him. He held her close and whispered.."Sshhhh, babygirl, all over now...ssshhhhhhh...I love you" he comforted. He stood and drew her to him. He kissed her forhead and then gently guided her over the fallen tree. When she heard his belt pulled through the belt loops her blood grew cold...she thought he meant to whip her with it, and although she agreed she deserved to be punished, she was not sure she could take anymore. Dylan didn't plan to spank her anymore, he planned to take her this way. He dropped his pants and entered her from behind...and the rest is well....stay tuned for other stories to learn more about Kristen and Dylan!
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