Memories - Slow Part 5

I didn't know it was going to be the night until it was the night. 

We were at a play at a small, local theater. Emily was wearing a simple black dress, black nylons, and heels that made her legs look impossibly long. I was sitting next to her in a blue suit and a crisp white shirt, a new pair of navy Vanity Fair Silky Stretch Bikini panties, my "dance briefs," covering my penis.

We held hands as the play was about to start and the lights dimmed. Emily leaned over to whisper in my ear. "I probably shouldn't say this right before the play starts because you're going to lose focus, but when we get to my place tonight, someone is going to get lucky."

"Lucky?" I asked, not catching her obvious meaning.

"Lucky, silly, like you're going to get the chance to put your little guy inside me."

I forgot all about the play. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "I'm wearing special lingerie for you," she said, "including stockings." I looked down at her legs but couldn't see, couldn't tell. She smiled. "You can check when it's dark, okay?"

I nodded, saw the play was just about to start. 

"Are you wearing anything special for me?" she asked.

"M...maybe," I said.

"I hope so," she said, "I hope it's your dance briefs. I like how soft you are in them."

I nodded. "They...they are...the dance briefs," I said.

"Enjoy the play, sweetie," she said.

I don't want to say I didn't enjoy the play it's just I don't remember the play. Not at all.

When we got to her place she had me sit on the edge of her bed. Her eyes never leaving me, she slipped out of her dress, standing sideways me, watching me. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I...I don't know," I stammered.

"Do I scare you?" she asked.

"A...a little," I said.

She turned, faced me. "Women scare you, don't they?"

"S...sometimes," I said. My eyes went to the front of her panties.

"What are you looking at?" she asked playfully.

"N...nothing," I said. 

"You're nervous," she said, "so desperate to be inside me, so afraid."

"Emily..."

She smiled. "My cute little 'I swear I'm not gay' boyfriend is so nervous."

"Yes," I said.

She turned and presented her rear to me. "Maybe this will help," she said, "if you're afraid to be inside me, you can put your mouth to good use instead."

"I..."

"What..."

"I...I think I want to," I said softly, not meaning to equivocate.

She turned again. "Think?"

"I...I want to," I said.

"What did you wear for me?" she asked, "I want to see."

I undressed, quickly, and sat on the edge of the bed again.

"Hmmm, white," she said. "Can you..."

"What?" I asked.

"Tuck it," she said, "like when you danced. I like to see you all soft and flat."

It took me a moment but I did. She came closer, smiled again. "I like the white," she said, "so innocent. So virginal. So soft. Maybe I shouldn't corrupt you, maybe we should wait to keep you pure."

She was standing so close to me, I could smell her perfume, her scent. Her stocking covered legs were almost touching me. "If...if you want to wait, we can keep waiting," I said.

She closed the small gap, pushed me back on the bed, climbed on top of me. "You know, love," she said, kissing me, "when a half naked woman asks you if you want to be inside her or wait and you say you'll wait if she wants, well, it makes her wonder if you're scared of her, if you just want to obey her, or if you really are gay."

"Emily, I like girls," I said, my voice weak.

"So you keep saying...but don't do anything about it."

"I...I want to do something about it," I said.

"Yet you don't," she said, "you just lay there in your cute dance briefs, your little penis tucked away."

"I...I want you," I said. "I want to be inside you."

"Do you?" she asked, rubbing her panties on me. "Usually when I rub myself against a man that says he wants to be inside me, I feel a hard, thick cock pressing against me, rubbing on me, making me wet. But all I feel is my panties rubbing against the flat, soft fabric of your dance briefs"

"You...you said to tuck..."

"Hmm, and you did," she said, "you tucked it like a good boy, you hid it away in a place where I could never find it, like you don't really want it, like you're afraid of women. Are you? Afraid of women? Afraid of me?"

"S...sometimes," I said.

"Did the other boys tuck?"

"What?"

"When you danced, did the other boys tuck?"

"There...there were only two others..."

"Did they tuck?"

"No," I said.

"No, I imagine not...too feminine," she said.

"Emily..."

She was rubbing her panties against me and I realized if I want tucked, I would have already cum. “I told you I liked you soft like this...smooth skin, your dance briefs...are you sure you want to be inside me?”

"Yes," I gasped. "I want to..."

She reached between our legs, deftly untucked my penis. I swelled instantly and she rubbed herself against me through her panties, mine. "Emily," I said, shaking, realizing I was already so close, "wait."

She kissed me. "My pretty boy is already trying to stop me," she said, "like he doesn't want to be inside a woman. You keep saying you're not gay but you keep trying to stop me."

"Emily...I...it's not like that, I..."

She kissed me, licked my neck, found my ear. "I know it's going to be fast," she said, "I know it's not going to be like the men I've been with, I know." She pulled me out of my 'dance briefs' and pulled her panties aside, slipped me inside her. "Don't worry about it," she said, "I'm not going to hurt you. Don't worry about making it last, just let it happen."

She moved her hips up and down, once, twice, three times before I exploded. It was three seconds, literally, I lasted three seconds, the fastest I’ve ever cum. I didn't have time to try to make it last, it happed too quickly.

"Oh my god," I moaned, shaking all over. "Oh my god."

"That's it," she said, "that's it, just let go."

After we were done, she kissed me, held me, and I felt a warmth I'd never felt before. "I'm sorry," I said, when I finally could talk. 

"Shhh, don't be sorry," she said, " you were perfect, exactly how I wanted you, the perfect boy. Perfect."