Page 86 of Confessions of a Virgin on a Dating App
“Uh… no. I haven’t.”
“Really?” he seemed shocked. “Damn. Well, we need to fix that.”
“But…” My face burned with embarrassment. “How? I can’t have sex.”
Devin chuckled. “That’s the joy of being a woman.” He reached down to my pelvis, placing a finger at the top of my vaginal opening. “You have this thing called a clitoris. And from what I understand, it’s even more sensitive than your vagina. And the best part? No penetration needed.”
Clitoris?Another thing I knew nothing about.
I was wary of having his fingers down there, but as soon as he pressed down deeper, another yelp escaped me. And like with my nipples, it felt so foreign and so intoxicating at the same time.
Before, I was barely able to have anyone touch my vaginal area. But tonight was different. Here, there were no expectations. I could enjoy all the pleasure I wanted withoutthe pressure of learning to have sex. I had no worries, no anxiety, and most importantly, no pain.
Devin’s touch intensified as he used one hand to rub my clitoris and the other to rub my nipples. The smooth, deliberate, circular motions drove me wild, winding me up like a spring about to snap. I relished the pleasure, letting waves of it trail down my whole body, falling completely under his spell.
But what I hadn’t expected was the tightening sensation within me. It was a strange yet euphoric buildup, like pressure inside a soda can. The heavier it became, the louder I cried, and the more intense the waves of pleasure felt. My breaths caught in my throat as I leaned into Devin’s arms, the feeling of his bare skin against mine further heightening my ecstasy. I’d never felt like this before. And I never wanted it to end.
But it did, in the most glorious way. All that pressure exploded at once, escaping me with a loud cry, halfway between pleasure and pain. My shoulders trembled as my body gave out, falling against Devin’s chest like I’d just run a marathon. I steadied my shaking fingers around his back as he embraced me, his warm laugh filling the amorous air.
“I—”
I tried to speak, but I could barely breathe, let alone utter a sound. Even sitting upright felt like too much effort.
“Here,” Devin steadied my shoulders and laid me down on the bed, curling his own body around mine. Black dots and swirls clouded my eyes as the room wobbled in my blurry vision. I couldn’t move, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted to do was ride out this wave of euphoria in stillness and peace, embraced by the man who gave it to me.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Devin asked once my head stopped swirling like a lavalamp.
“That was amazing,” I replied breathlessly, still staring vacantly up at the ceiling.
He laughed, propping himself up on his shoulders so he hovered above me. He traced his fingers lazily up my thigh, which caused them to quiver with a sudden aftershock of pleasure.
But as the orgasm dissipated, it left room for my guilt to take over. Because the whole time I was in Devin’s lap with him fingering me, all I wanted was more. He was still wearing his gym shorts, but I could feel him constantly pressing against me, and it made me ache to go further. I longed to have him fully inside me, us both giving and receiving at the same time. I wanted his cries to echo my own. I wanted to see him collapsed in post-orgasmic bliss like I was. But he wasn’t, and it made me feel so selfish.
“You know…” Devin continued. “We don’t have to stop. Women don’t need breaks in between.”
“We don’t?”
“Yeah. Lucky,” he scoffed with a smile on his face. “Besides, there’s something I want to try.”
He crept further down the bed, rubbing the sensitive skin of my upper thigh as he spread my legs apart.
“What about you?” I asked.
Devin shook his head. “We’ve got time. But first…” He tapped a finger against my vulva. “Have you ever had oral before?”
I shook my head.
“Well, it’s not really penetration, so let’s see if you can handle it. If it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”
“Okay.” My voice wavered halfway between excitement and fear.
Like before, he started off gentle, positioning his head between my legs and pressing a small kiss against my opening. The pleasure caused me to gasp, starting thewhole cycle over again. I was amazed that my body could recover from the orgasm so quickly.
Oral was even more intense than fingering. I clutched the pillow behind my head to keep the rapidly building tension from overflowing too early. Devin rubbed my hips and thighs as he explored me, and I had to be careful not to squeeze my legs too tightly around his head.
The second orgasm came quicker than the first, and this one left me even more exhausted and breathless. Devin crawled back up towards my head, taking great pleasure in watching me gasp and quiver next to him. I wish I’d known years ago that I could experience this amount of pleasure without penetration.
“Okay,” I whispered once I could catch my breath. “That’s enough. I’m done.”
