Archive-name: First/maiya-1.txt
Archive-author: Mistress Maiya    (c) 1993
Archive-title: Making Of Maiya, The

 
	Now, don't get me wrong.  there is nothing wrong with straight sex
the way I see it.  It can be very nice and comforting and all that, but...
 	From early on in my sexual expeience, I discovered that I had an
attraction to walking that edge of danger and humiliation.  I found that
societies standards didn't necessarily match my own.  That was pretty
difficult for me to accept at first.
	I went to a Catholic school op through 10th grade.  I'm not
kidding, a real, honest to God (pun intended), Catholic school.  It was
liberal, as far as Catholic school went (we had regular teachers rather
than nuns), but still, how liberal can that be?
	I was fairly sheltered.  When you go to school with the same boys
from kndergarten on - it's hard to ever start thinking of them in sexual
terms.  Or to have them see you that way.  The cutest guy in my class was
someone that I had one dared to eat a disgusting cafeteria plate
concoction (mix a little something from each compartment, add ketchup,
salt, pepper, juice, and a splash of milk?).  He did.  He got sick.  you
see my problem?
	So there I was, sweet 16, and never been (properly) kissed.
	Through a divorce, a move, and some money problems - I found
myself in a new city, at a (gasp) public school.
	Well, by sixteen I had filled out pretty decently.  Add to that
the fact that public school allows girls to wear make-up, and I guess I
was looking pretty good. At least I got my share of attention from the
guys (I think they had heard rumors about Catholic school girls).
	I went out on a couple of dates, with a couple of different guys. 
It was pretty awkward and boring.
	Then I started dating Ryan.
	He was cute, quiet and intelligent.  He didn't make me nervous.  I
liked him.  He was basically a nice guy.
	We saw movies and did homework together.  We also made out.  Very 
simple - kissing, and light, over the clothes petting.  It was okay, but
it wasn't like the feeling I had read about in Harlequin novels (but then
again, what was?).
	Then one night we were at his house.  Chris, Ryan's best friend,
and Chris' girlfriend, Tammy, were there too.  We were watching a movie
called 9 1/2 Weeks.  Have you seen it?  Well, I've seen a lot more
explicit things since then, but at the time - wow!
	It was pretty embarassing too.  The first part of it, I just sat
uncomfortably in Ryan's den trying to act as casual about it as the three
of them.
	Chris and Tammy were on the floor, near the TV, snuggled together 
under a blanket.  Ryan and I were sitting on the couch.  At some point he
pulled me over so that I was leaning against him, with his arm around my
waist.
	Half way into the movie, I began to relax.  I was enjoying the
movie, and biginning to sink into the pleasant warmth that seemed to be
concentrating in the lower regions of my body.
	Without warning, Ryan's hand slid under the elastic waistband of
my skirt, right inside my underwear (good aim, did he have practice at this?)
His hand quickly found my pussy.
	Now, I hadn't realized that the movie was making me wet.  I
probably didn't even know the term.  The second his dry fingers reached my
pussy I became completely aware of how wet and hot it was.  A wave of
pleasure rushed through my body, and I instintivelymoved my pelvis forward
to put more pressure against my clit.
	Almost simultaneously, my brain kicked into action.
	A sense of outrage overtook the sense of pleasure.  With a gasp I
jerked my body away from his hand.  Chris looked backto see what the noise
was about.  I turned bright red and tried to pull farther away.
	Chris' eyes returned to the TV.  Ryan pulled me tightly to him. 
"Hold still," he hissed into my ear.
	I was so shocked by his tone, I obeyed.
	The hand under my skirt made its way to my panties again and moved
them to mid-thigh, out of the way.  I made a slight move of protest, but
his other hand just gripped me tighter.  It helped that I wasn't sure I
wanted to pull away.
	His hand began to massage my pussy lips.  When he felt my body
relax against him, his finger made its way to my moist inner lips, and
once the finger was goodand wet, he began working my clit with it.  This
felt incredibly good.  Believe it or not, I had never even masturbated. 
The thought was just too embarassing, so this sensation was beyond
anything I had felt before.  Amazing!
	Chris kept glancing back, which would make me tense up.  Ryan just
persisted in rubbing my clit though, and pretty soon, I didn't care when
Chris glanced back.  Afterall, what could he really see?
	I was dripping wet by then.  Ryan took that fine opportunity to
ease a finger into my ready hole.  At first my cunt muscles fought against
his finger (I had never even used a tampon, so you can imagine how tight I
was).  "God, Maiya, Your pussy feels so good and tight," he whispered into
my ear.  Those words spoken in that throaty voice, and the feel of his hot
breath against my neck turned me on even further.  The idea that this was
turning him on too!  Pleasure through giving pleasure.
	A decisive thrust of my hips, and his finger slid the rest of the
way into me. Finding this to feel intensely fabulous, I began to rock my
hips back and forth so that his finger was sliding in and out of my cunt.
I tried to spread my legs further, but my panties prevented me.  A little
laugh in my ear, and he was helping me slide them off of one leg.
	"You want more baby?"
	I just kept the rhythm with my hips.
	"Do you want to come?"
	"Yes," I managed to choke out, instintively realizing that, that
was what I wanted, even if I wasn't certain what it meant.
	He used the hand that had been holding me to pull my skirt up
around my waist, exposing my pussy.  I struggled, but he quieted me with a
warning not to draw attention to us.  That certainly made sense.  He
continued to finger-fuck me as I lay perfectly still,too scared to move my
hips.  His other hand found my clit.
	With a sigh, I shut my eyes, and shifted my legs farther apart.
	"Look," he ordered.
	I opened my eyes and watched, fascinated, as his hands worked on my
pussy.  I started moving my hips in a circular motion, riding his hands,
and watching all the while.
	I glanced up, only to find that Chris and Tammy had both turned
all the way around to face us.  They were focused intently on my pussy.
	The panicked embarassment pushed directly into the first wave of
my orgasm.  I threw my hips into a fury of thrashing, pounding his finger
into my cunt.  Involuntary or not, the entire time I kept staring at Chris
and Tammy.  I don't know how long the orgasm carried me up, but when I
came down, I immediately burst into humiliated tears.  Noone made a move
to comfort me.
	There I was, dripping pussy on view for three people.  The worst
truth of all was that I had enjoyed it.
	So that was my first orgasm, with two onlookers, and i'd never
even had my bare breasts fondled.
	I got to know myself a litle better that day.  It would take some
time to get to liking myself.  
	Now though, I know better.  Just remembering this gets me hot, and
that's easy to admit.
	As soon as I hit the send key and logout, I will probably
masturbate - or else I'll never get to sleep.
	Y'know, I still wonder what Chris and Tammy were doing under
that blanket.

   
  
 	Mistress Maiya			
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