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Stimulating Stories About First Time Sex
A Compilation of Literate Erotica


Emma in the Afternoon
by Harry Merkin


These short stories are works of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s vivid imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual human beings, living or dead, business enterprises, events or locales is entirely coincidental.



My dorm door is ajar so I can hear when the guy across the hall is back so we can shoot some baskets.

I hear a soft knock.

“Come in.”

Emma comes in. She’s wearing a pretty dress!

I smile, stand and take her hand.

“I liked what we did last night.”

“Me too. You are a good kisser.”

“And you are beautiful today. Did you want to go somewhere?

“The dress?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s my interview dress.”

“You want to interview me?”

“No, silly. I went for an interview for my summer grant request.”

“How did that go?”

“Probably very well. The man from the foundation couldn’t keep his eyes from my breasts.”

“So that’s why it’s your interview dress.”

Emma grins while blushing.

“I doubt you came to watch me study, did you want to do something?”

“What do you want to do?”

I start pulling down the zipper on her dress. Her eyes go wide.

“May I continue pulling down the zipper?”

“Part of me wants you to undress me. I’m also a bit nervous, even scared. I’m not sure I’m as pretty as some of the girls I’ve seen you with.”

“Emma, we spent more than two hours making out last night. We left a big dent on the sofa in the TV room. Would I have done all that if I wasn’t more than fond of you”

“Insecurity is my middle name.”

We kiss, lightly at first, then passionately.

“Would you be less nervous if I asked you to undress me first?

She nods yes.

“Have you ever seen a naked boy?

She nods yes.

“Was it one my age or was it while you were babysitting a baby or toddler?”

“The oldest one was about 3 or 4.”

“My wee wee is bigger. Much bigger.”

She giggles while pulling down the zipper on my cargo shorts.

”Take your time. I trust you so much that I’m giving you full access to my body. You may touch me anywhere.”

Emma touches my crotch, first gingerly, then probes the contours of my bulge.

“What should I take off first?”

“You’re in charge.”

She takes my T-shirt and pulls it over my head then off. She gives me her best smile then unbuckles my belt and unbuttons my pants. She sees my sneakers, looks at me, then asks me to take them off.

”I couldn’t think of a graceful way to take off your shoes while wearing this dress.”

“You could sit on my bed, slide my chair close to you and have me put one foot on it, then the other.

“I’ll do that next time.”

She pulls down my shorts and stares at my briefs.

“Remember, you may touch me. … You know, it might be better if you didn’t debrief me just yet. I wouldn’t want to get anything sticky on your dress.”

We then kiss for several more minutes, during which I pull down her dress zipper all the way and fumble to undo her bra.

“Do you want your dress taken off over your head or pulled down?”

She shrugs, slumps her shoulders, allowing the dress to slide down to her ankles.  She steps over the puddled dress and takes off her patent leather heels.

“You are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.“

We embrace. We kiss some more.

“Since you are wearing a half slip, may I first reach underneath to pull down your panties?”

“It’s a thong. Watch where you put your fingers.”

“I’ll pull it down from the waistband.”

“You’re such a gentleman.”

“Will you still say that after we eventually unlock my door and go out?”

“It all depends on how you react when I tell you I’m a virgin.”

“I would tell you that you could remain a virgin even after we spend a while writhing on my bed. We could still enjoy intense pleasure. I would still be just as fond of you. I would still want to get to know you better in the weeks and months ahead.”

“You are a perfect gentleman.”

I reach under her slip, caress her butt cheeks. Pinch them gently and slide down her thong.

She pulls down my briefs. She then raises her half slip up to her armpits, revealing a neatly trimmed bush and glistening labia.

“You are even more beautiful.”

I take the beach towel from the foot of the bed, toss my swim trunks to the dresser and spread the towel on the bed.

“Is that towel for me?”

“Yes, once I help you with the slip.”

Emma, now gloriously naked, sits on my bed, lays back, brings her feet up, then spreads her legs. She places her right hand on her mound.

“Do you want to touch me here?”

“Yes, though I don’t know how you like it done.”

“I’m going to be so embarrassed doing this.”

“You’re naked, on my bed, with your legs spread and you’re not already embarrassed?”

“Well, no. That sort of snuck up on me. I was so excited undressing you, then you undressing me aroused me so much that I didn’t fully process that I was naked with a boy for the first time.”

“Would you prefer that we just kiss for awhile?”

“Where will you put that?”

“It will be least in the way between your legs, but not in you.”

“Are you sure it’s not going sneak in and fuck me?”

“Not today.”

I mount her, place my erection between her legs, and ask her to move her legs together.

After a few minutes of intense kissing:

“Your dick between my legs feels almost as good as when I touch myself there.”

“My dick between your legs feels so much better than when I touch it myself.”

We continue kissing.

“Are you ready to show me how you touch yourself?”

“Yeah, I won’t be embarrassed now.”

Emma places her left index finger one knuckle deep in her vagina and rubs her nub with her other hand. She starts slowly, increases the tempo then suddenly whimpers, then groans and finally yelps.

After a minute or two:

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yes.”

“PUT IT ON.”

“Emma, let me put a finger inside you to check the size of the opening.”

“That’s okay, I do that all the time.”

One finger, then two fingers, then I try three fingers, gently stretching her so I don’t hurt her when entering

“You’re barely a virgin. This won’t be difficult.”

I kneel between her legs, bring the tip of my erection to her opening, and plunge in.

Emma looks startled, then laughs.

“Why did I dread this for so long?”

“You had been misled. Are you ready for more?”

”Oh, yes.”

“Tell me if this hurts.”

I start going in and out slowly with short strokes.

“Rub your clit.”

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“Now?”

“Yes.”

I send her over the edge when I fill my condom.

After I slip out of her, she grins, looks at me:

“How soon before we can do this again?”




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