Meredith’s Graduation — Barbara Gwen

Meredith started to undress, but stopped to take one last look in the mirror. Her cap was vaguely askew, with the tassel now hanging down along the left side of her face. Her graduation gown, albeit slightly unzipped, was nevertheless neat and dignified.

“Well, here I am,” Meredith and her reflection spoke at the same time, sighing together. She turned around and unzipped the rest of her gown, stepping out of it and tossing it on the bed behind her. She threw her cap in the same direction, but it overshot the gown and landed on a pillow. Both the pillow and the bed were hers, just like everything else in the room, but since she had been away at college for four years it all now seemed rather foreign.

Meredith slipped off the sundress she had been wearing beneath the graduation garments and let it fall to the ground. Wearing nothing but her three-inch heels and white lace thong with a matching bra, she stepped over the dress and flopped down on the bed next to her graduation gown.

I had my first orgasm here, she remembered. Meredith knew deep down that she had always been a very sexual person. For as long as she could remember she would spend hours thinking about sex— even before she fully understood what it was. Her first orgasm had come years earlier, after she had spent days attempting masturbation. The success had come rather suddenly, and it had taken a few minutes for her to realize that she had in fact achieved orgasm. Since then, Meredith masturbated almost daily.

Meredith suddenly started feeling a familiar sensation. A slight wetness formed beneath her thong, and her nipples felt alert. Gazing down at herself, she saw her breasts heaving with each breath.

If only I could have sex! Meredith was frustrated. Keeping her virginity was the one regret she had left college with. It wasn’t at all intentional, and in fact most of Meredith’s friends didn’t even know she still had her “V Card”. Nevertheless, sex had just never happened.

Shrugging it off like she always did, Meredith focused on her body’s arousal. She expertly touched her breasts, softly pinching the nipples, and then moved down to the warm, wet spot between her legs. She quietly gasped as her fingers moved her swelling clitoris back and forth through the thong. Spreading her legs a little further apart, she moved one hand back up to her breasts and the other beneath the thong. Rubbing her clitoris more furiously, Meredith climaxed within minutes. Letting her hands fall to her sides, she lay on the bed listening to herself pant.

“So that’s what they taught you in college, huh?”

Meredith yelped and sat straight up to find her neighbor, Mr. Turner, standing in the doorway of the bedroom. He was not much younger than her parents and had been a family friend for years. Now he had just watched Meredith pleasure herself.

“Mr. Turner, I’m so…” Meredith stammered. Should she apologize? Should she ask him to leave? She had never been more embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Mr. Turner smiled. “I was outside in my garden when I saw your parents leaving. They asked me to bring over some flowers.” He entered the bedroom and glanced nonchalantly around, as though everything was normal. “Congratulations on your graduation, by the way. Flowers are in the kitchen.”

Meredith pulled her graduation gown over herself. She stared at Mr. Turner incredulously. How can he be so casual about this? Then she noticed a bulge at the front of his jeans. Trying to ignore it, Meredith hurriedly looked up at his face, which was now facing her again.

Mr. Turner moved closer and stood in front of Meredith, with his bulging crotch not much more than a foot in front of her face. He was taller than she remembered. Ignoring the awkwardness of the situation, Mr. Turner smiled. “So, what did they teach you at college?”

Meredith swallowed. “Um, well, you know, I majored in English…”

Her neighbor threw back his head and laughed. “Come on now, Meredith,” he said. “That’s not what I mean. I’m talking about the other kind of learning.”

She gaped up at him.

“Boys, Meredith. Did you meet many young men there?”

Meredith’s face flushed. He was being so forward! Still, she was surprised at the fact that none of this was making her that uncomfortable. Truthfully, she was beginning to feel herself becoming aroused all over again.

“Meredith?” Mr. Turner spoke again when she did not answer. “I mean I’m assuming you lost your virginity?”

Meredith looked at the ground and slowly shook her head. Before she could stop herself, she muttered “But I wish I did.”

Mr. Turner seemed to jump slightly. “What? Really? I’m…well, surprised,” he said. “I mean, you’re gorgeous, if you don’t mind me saying so.” He reached forward and cupped Meredith’s chin, gently lifting her head to face his. “You don’t mind me saying so, do you?”

Meredith smiled and shook her head.

Mr. Turner stroked her cheek. “Good,” he said. A moment of silence followed as he continued running a gentle hand along Meredith’s cheek. As this was happening, she allowed herself another, albeit brief, glimpse at the front of her neighbor’s jeans. The bulge was more prominent now.

Finally Mr. Turner sighed aloud. “Meredith, I have a proposition for you,” he said, taking his hand away from her face and using it to pull the graduation gown off her. Meredith saw his eyes widen as he looked at her body, which was now naked except for her bra and thong. “If you like, I’ll help you finish your education,” he continued. “To put it bluntly, I think you’re beautiful and it would be any man’s honor to help you lose your virginity.”

Meredith’s face flushed again and her heart began pounding, but at the same time she felt a tingling sensation all over— particularly between her legs.

“It’s up to you…” Mr. Turner began to speak, but Meredith raised a hand and smiled.

“Yes,” she said. “Let’s do it. Now.” She reached forward and placed a hand on the bulge that had been growing in front of her, feeling its weight and hardness. Her legs instinctively moved more apart.

Mr. Turner smiled and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, opening the front. Meredith then reached down the top of his briefs, her eyes widening as her hand brushed against his hard penis. My God, it’s huge! She pulled down the front of his briefs, and the whole package sprang free. Meredith gasped, a mixture of surprise and arousal.

“You still want to?” Mr. Turner asked, although clearly this was more of a formality than an actual question because at the same moment he reached forward under her bra and cupped her breasts. “Wow,” he said when Meredith didn’t respond. “These are amazing.”

Meredith raised her chest, arching her back instinctively.

“Here,” Mr. Turner stood up straight again and gripped his penis, angling it directly at Meredith’s mouth. She was not completely naïve. She took it into her mouth, pausing briefly at the shock of its feeling. Soon, however, she was sucking it with ease.

“Oh. My. God…” Mr. Turner tilted his head back and gasped. “ Where did you learn to do that?”

Meredith looked up and smiled to the best of her ability as she moved her mouth along the shaft of his penis. She only continued this for another few seconds, however, before Mr. Turner stopped her.

“Okay, your turn,” he smiled, and knelt down on the floor before her. He gently pushed Meredith’s stomach, causing her to lay back on the bed with her feet on the floor. Mr. Turner pushed her knees apart, and rubbed a hand over the soft mound between her legs, causing a shudder to run through the young woman. Swiftly for an older man, he suddenly grabbed the sides of the small underwear and pulled it down past her feet, casting it aside.

“I promise that you’ll like this,” he said, pulling her forward so that her butt rested at the edge of the bed. Meredith shuddered again as she felt Mr. Turner’s breath on her now-exposed clitoris and vagina. She felt him lightly pull apart her labia, and then kiss her clitoris. After a brief pause he kissed it again. Then again…

“Just lick me already Mr. Turner!” Meredith suddenly found herself yelling, lifting herself up to look at him. He just laughed and pushed her back down. Suddenly, she felt the man’s tongue invade her, licking her up and down a few times before finding its place at her swollen clitoris. As he licked and sucked her clitoris, Mr. Turner gently pushed two fingers inside Meredith’s now extremely wet vagina. In and out his fingers went while he sucked on her clitoris, building up speed until Meredith felt a sudden tinge of pain and the sensation of something breaking. This was only in passing, however, because very soon after that she lifted her hips up slightly and moaned in orgasm.

“Good thing for multiple orgasms,” Mr. Turner laughed, suddenly withdrawing his mouth and fingers. He jumped to his feet and took off his jeans and briefs. “Move yourself up higher,” he said, looking back at Meredith.

Still trembling from pleasure Meredith pulled herself up further on the bed, so that her feet were now on the mattress rather than the floor. Mr. Turner hastily took position on top of her. “Ready?” he asked. “Looks like I popped your cherry back there, but this may still hurt a little.”

Meredith nodded and shut her eyes. She felt Mr. Turner tap her clitoris a few times with his erection, which sent a few more mild waves of pleasure through her. She then felt him gently move aside her labia, and push himself in.

“OW,” Meredith opened her eyes and looked down between their bodies. Only the tip of his penis appeared to be inside. Very, very slowly, Mr. Turner pushed the rest of his girth inside her. Once he was entirely in, he rested, allowing for Meredith’s vagina to adjust to the size.

“Okay,” he said. “Now just relax your muscles. It may still hurt a bit, but I promise I’ll make sure you have another orgasm.”

“Okay,” Meredith said nervously. This does feel amazing though, she thought. As Mr. Turner slowly began to pump himself in and out of her vagina, she felt an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. Meredith leaned her head back again and spread her legs a little wider, making every effort to relax. As he thrust between her legs, Mr. Turner leaned forward and kissed her, sending more tingles throughout her body. For the next twenty minutes or so the two of them made out to the rhythm of their thrusting.

Suddenly, Mr. Turner separated his mouth from hers and moved a hand down to her clitoris, rubbing it. He was pumping more ferociously now, and with the added stimulation Meredith soon felt another orgasm growing.

“Oh…” Mr. Turner moaned. “I’m cumming now.” As soon as he said this, Meredith shuddered and moaned aloud. For the next couple of seconds, the pair ground their hips into one another lost in their moments of ecstasy. They then lay shaking as Meredith felt Mr. Turner’s penis gradually go limp. He slipped out of her and patted her vulva gently.

“That felt incredible, Meredith,” he smiled and went to go put his jeans on.

“Mr. Turner?” She suddenly looked up.

“Yes beautiful?” He was now fully dressed and headed out of the room. Good, Meredith thought. Mom and Dad will probably be home soon.

“Well,” she smiled and straightened up. “If I’m going to be having sex now, I want to do it right. Would you be available for further lessons?

Her neighbor laughed. “Any time, Meredith. Any time!”

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Read Barbara Gwen’s other sexy story published on Every Night Erotica. The Paint Party.

Barbara Gwen is a journalist by day but thrives as a writer of erotic fiction by night. She loves exploring all different genres, and she hopes to publish more very soon.