This is a first-time story that is also my first time posting. I hope you enjoy it.

straight, teen, consensual, romantic, explicit sex

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I was not a good gymnast, but I enjoyed being on the team because it was fun and it made me marginally "cooler". And of course, as a 16 year old boy, I enjoyed being around the female gymnasts who practiced every morning at the same time as the boys. Their petite bodies were lean and muscular, and the revealing outfits left little to the imagination. To me they were the pinnacle of sexiness, and I masturbated thinking about them frequently.

Even though I was short compared to most boys my age, I was in pretty good physical shape. And people sometimes complimented my hair. I like to think I was decent looking, but my appeal was diminished by low self esteem. I was a virgin. In fact I'd never really had a girlfriend. All of these girls I pined for were way out of my league, and I had never approached any girl who was "in my league" for fear of missing out on something better. How ignorant I was.

So I had become friendly with the girl's gymnastics team "trainer", Tara, who was a senior, one grade above me. She had been a good gymnast at one time, but a knee injury had taken her out of the sport. She helped the girls with equipment, spotting, and physical therapy. A side benefit to being friends with Tara was it put me in proximity to the other gymnast girls, and I had hoped maybe she'd even put in a good word for me.

Tara had never dressed provocatively like the most popular girls did. She always wore modest attire that was never tight or revealing. The exact details of her figure were a mystery, but she was in good shape, though no longer "athletic", and she had at least C-cup breasts.

Her skin was pale and she had straight dirty-blonde hair, full lips and round face. She wore glasses that covered blue eyes that looked like she must have had a Scandinavian heritage. Overall, she was average-to-pretty, at least 8 out of 10, and she exuded wholesome innocence.

One day Tara mentioned that a friend of hers named Lauren thought I was cute, and she encouraged me to ask her out. I barely knew Lauren from one of my classes. She was a skinny, smart girl, my age, and was also a wholesome "good girl". Feeling assured, I asked her out to a movie.

Soon Lauren and I started seeing each other regularly... lunch together, movies, hanging out with friends... the usual stuff. She was my first actual girlfriend. I'd do anything for Lauren though she never let me go past making out and brief dry humping. I figured sex would happen when the time was right.

After a while I started to feel like Lauren was keeping me around as a social accessory, and she was not really "in love" with me the way I thought I was with her. Nevertheless, I was mostly happy just being appreciated. Sometimes I went to Tara when I became frustrated with Lauren for various reasons. Tara was like a big sister. She listened and offered advice.

After about three months Lauren started to become distant, and then one day out of the blue she dumped me. And she didn't need much time to find a new guy who was a social upgrade from me... and I was sure her new arrangement was already in play before she had cut me off. I was angry, but also lovesick and miserable. I missed having the attention and affection.

I sent a text to Tara moping about being dumped. Maybe she felt sorry for me, since she had kind of set me up with Lauren. She invited me to go shopping with her.

I drove to her place in my shitbox then we took her much cooler car to the local mall.

We looked around some shops then got shakes and sat down to talk. I told her how I was angry about Lauren, but I still missed the companionship. It felt worse than before when I had never had anything to miss.

She told me she had a boyfriend who had started college that year. They had drifted apart, and she'd assumed that he was seeing other girls. She had regrettably already applied and was accepted to go to the same college the next year. Her future was uncertain.

I told her not to worry, that she'll find the right person. She said I was sweet and Lauren didn't deserve me. The compliment made me feel much better.

Walking back to the car, I imagined the idea of being with Tara. It could be good, but she was almost two years older than me, and she had a boyfriend of sorts already. I decided not to get my hopes up. She was like as an older sister, and maybe she could help me find another girl my age.

When we got to the car she gave me the keys, "You drive".

Back at her house, Tara's parents had gone to her little brother's soccer practice. We got some drinks and sat in the back patio. Their small suburban yard had a tall wooden privacy fence, and most of the space was taken by an in-ground swimming pool which had recently been uncovered for spring.

We enjoyed the sun a little, sitting back on deck chairs, and Tara said "I want to go for a swim."

"Isn't the water cold?" I asked.

"I like it cold. Be right back."

She went in to change, and returned shortly with a towel wrapped around her. She came over and removed the towel, dropping it onto the deck chair beside me. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit, reminiscent of the leotards the female gymnasts wore.

That was the first time I saw that Tara had a gorgeous body. Her figure was curvy and full, but supple with youthful perkiness that drives men mad with lust. Her breasts were bigger than I had thought, too. Her waist was trim and smooth, and her back curved to present her firm round ass. How could she have been hiding such a beautiful body all this time?

I was leering behind dark sunglasses at the motion of her hips, ass, and legs as she walked around the edge of the pool to the diving board on the opposite side. She carried herself with confidence and grace. Tara was a young woman in her prime.

She stepped up onto the diving board and positioned herself a few feet back from it's edge, now facing toward me. She focused her stare at the water in front of her, pulled her shoulders back, and stiffened her arms at her sides. She leaned back on one foot, and pointed the other towards the board in front of her, like a gymnast on a beam. She was demonstrating impressive athletic poise.

She filled her chest with air then stepped foward into a small jump, planting the balls of her feet perfectly on the edge of the board. The board bent down then sprung up, launching her into a graceful arcing dive that barely disturbed the water. A few seconds later she broke the surface of the water and let out a "whoo!" and flipped her wet hair back.

She swam back to the edge where I was still reclined in my chair. A young woman with wet hair pulled back, dark wet eyelashes framing bright eyes and pale skin -- practically glowing from within. I couldn't help but smile.

"Nice dive, 10 points." I said. "Is it cold?"

"Get in and find out", she replied.

"I don't have anything to wear."

"It's not like I haven't seen underwear before. Get in." she said.

I hesitated, fretting about scenarios of noticeable shrinkage or a bulging hard-on.

"Come... On!" Tara splashed cold water at me. "Have some fun!"

"Alright, alright." I got up and removed my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. Tara was swimming around while I undressed.

Down to nothing but plain blue boxers, I approached the water. I wasn't about to dive straight in, but I needed to get in the water soon before my dick did something embarrassing.

I stood on the edge and put one foot into the water. Holy shit it was WAY too cold!

"Fuck!" was all I could say, and all my leg hairs stood up.

Tara had stopped swimming a few feet away and started laughing maniacally. Then suddenly she lashed out, seized my wet foot, and pulled me over into the water.

The icy shock made my body stiffen like a tree and my balls retracted from the cold. "FUCK! Fuck! It's cold!"

"It's not that bad. Move around and you'll get used to it." She was laughing.

I started treading water vigorously and breathing hard, but the cold water drew more and more heat from my body. I began to visibly tremble and she laughed at me more.

I headed back towards the edge of the pool and she dove down to swim the other way. I stood with my back to the wall of the pool with my teeth chattering, wondering if I should get out or stay in until I got used to it.

Tara emerged on the opposite end, took a breath then pushed off in my direction underwater. I just stood there feeling awkward, alone in the abrupt silence and unfamiliar surroundings.

She smoothly glided right up to where I stood then emerged from the water directly in front of me and wiped the water from her face and smoothed back her hair.

"You poor baby," she teased me with a look of pity, "you look so cold." She put her hand behind my head and brought it to her shoulder as if to comfort me and make me warm.

I put my hands on her hips and held my body an inch or two away from hers, then slid my hands behind her back, pulling her into a mutually consoling embrace. I stopped shivering. It was the first physical contact I'd had with anyone since the breakup, and it felt better than anything I had experienced with Lauren.

After a moment, as if an unknown force was guiding us, we turned our faces enough to reach each others lips, and kissed. At first it was tender and slow, but soon it became mutually urgent, and then lustful and hungry. My penis became erect, straining against my boxers near the waistband. She felt weightless against me while we sucked each others lips and tongues in different ways, exploring for what felt better and better.

The mound of her groin was pressed against the underside of my upright boner and I instinctively pushed it forward while my hands trailed down to her round ass. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around me, and we squeezed our privates together even tighter.

I pawed at her tits but they were bound tight against her by the one-piece bathing suit. She deftly slipped her arms through the straps and peeled the suit down to her waist. I reached under her ass and hiked her up so her tits were in my face, and she made a surprised squeal. Her breasts were soft and snow white and cold.

She was letting out little moans while I nibbled and licked. Her nipples were stiffly erect and the pink areolas around them were covered in goosebumps. I warmed them with my mouth and sucked on them greedily, causing her to moan.

During this glorious-tit sucking worship, my hard-on had popped out of the fly on my boxers. When I lowered her down I felt it poke into her crotch and she let out a surprised "Mmh?". It felt like I could have supported her there in the water with only the stiffness my raging hard on.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around my dick and squeezed it tightly causing me to sharply catch my breath. In a single motion she moved the thin cloth covering her pussy to the side and guided the tip of my cock to its open lips.

I pushed forward involuntarily and she let out a shuddering breath when I slid into her. I immediately noticed how physically hot her pussy felt. I'd never experienced penetration before, and her warm vagina clamped around my dick in freezing water was one of the most sublime sensations of my entire life.

Tara had her arms around my neck and locked her feet behind my back. It was deep-penetrating missionary position but standing up in the water. We kissed hard and I pumped into her for a brief time before feeling the urgency to come overwhelming me.

I stopped thrusting and started to pull away but she held tight and said, "It's ok. I'm on the pill."

"Ok" I said, and tried to calm down so I could prolong the experience. I kept kissing her without moving my hips. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest and in my cock. Surely she felt it throbbing inside her too.

Tara raised herself up and slowly lowered again onto me while looking at me with her mouth open and her eyes half-closed. She repeated the motion, and on the the third time I started to join in. With no more anxiety about coming inside her, we started building rhythmic momentum that caused waves in the pool.

We let off from kissing and Tara started breathing "fuck me, fuck me" in my ear with each thrust. After about a dozen "fuck me's", I couldn't hold back anymore. I squeezed my eyes tight and suppressed roaring out loud while pumping my cum into her womb.

Tara pulled my head in close to her and let out a sharp "ah" at my spasming and grunts.

When I had calmed down from the orgasm my dick seemed to be staying semi-hard to keep warm inside her. While her hands glided around on my back and shoulder muscles we started kissing again.

In no time she was grinding her pelvis around with my dick inside her. I stiffened my body and pushed myself against her in unison. I soon became fully erect, but now I just wanted to make her come. I squeezed her ass and felt it rhythmically flex while she she concentrated on her motions. She pressed harder, rolling her clitoris forward and back on the flesh at the root of my penis.

Tara's breathing became more urgent and with a ragged moan she began to come. The muscles inside her flexed on my dick like they were pumping cum out of it.

I opened my eyes and her face was close in my view, her eyes were squeezed shut, her brow was tensed, and her neck and chest flushed dark pink while she clutched and took sharp spasmic breaths. She was so beautiful in that moment, completely abandoned to selfish pleasure, using me as her sexual object.

Exhausted, we just stayed there weightless and conjoined until I went soft inside her.

Tara asked "Feel warm now?"

We dried off and laid on the deck chairs next to each other.

Tara broke the silence and said "Don't... tell anybody."

"...Ok."

"Don't tell Lauren."

"I definitely won't." I replied, then said "You know, that was my first..."

"You were a virgin?" She sat up surprised by this.

I nodded. "Was I ok?"

"Yeah, but..."

I was getting a little worried that something was wrong...that this was going to be a regret for her.

She said "Just don't think we're like 'in love' or something, ok?"

I laughed "Alright."

"Ok..." She said and laid back down.

Then she reached over and held my hand.

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