Ashley stopped her thrusting, took another deep, sharp breath, swallowed, and then with her left arm, pulled my face down to kiss me, hard, on the mouth, holding the kiss for a moment, and then breaking off, to draw breath.

She swallowed, again, and said, "You did great," then after another breath, continued with, "That was beautiful. That was great sex."

She relaxed, and let her head fall back on the pillow, took another breath, and with a smile, said, "For your first time, you were great. We were great! That was a-mazing!"

"Amazing," I repeated. I was so blown away, I couldn't think of anything to say. I had just been fucked by the sexiest girl I knew, and she was telling me it was great.

"Just stay there for a minute. Stay inside me for a minute," Ashley said, keeping her legs wrapped around me. "You're not in a hurry to leave, are you?"

"No," I answered. The truth is, I would have stayed like that all night, lying there like that, with my still half-hard cock still nestled inside her warm, wet pussy. "I'm not in any hurry at all."

Ashley turned her head to the left, towards the wall between the granny flat and the rest of the house, and with a little smile, she said, "I don't think they'll be missing us in there for a while." Then, she turned back to me, and said, "That was good, but if you stay here with me for a while, round two will be even better, I can assure you." Then, she pulled my face down, kissed me again, and said, "Only, next time, I want to be on top."

We stayed there most of the night, and as Ashley had suggested, we made love again, when the hardness had returned to my cock. Naturally, Ashley was on top the second time, and if anything, her orgasm was even more dramatic, but I was more prepared for it.

Late in the evening, we crept back into the dark and silent house, me to my own bedroom, and Ashley to a spare room we kept made up for guests. In the morning, my sister, Gail, asked Ashley what she had done to occupy herself when she and Pete had retired to her bedroom, and Lisa and Craig had found somewhere they could be alone, among the many rooms in the house. She was unsatisfied with Ashley's answers, and after a little detective work, she checked out the granny flat, and discovered the scene of the crime. Gail was most unimpressed with me for fucking her best friend, but of course, Ashley reminded her that it takes two to tango, although where Ashley and I were concerned, it was more like horizontal folk dancing.

Gail seemed less bothered with the whole thing after that, but for long time afterwards, she used to jokingly ask me which one of her friends I was going to screw next, but Ashley was the only one.

A few months later, when high school ended, Ashley went away to university, but Gail and I kept in touch with her for a few years. Two years after our night in the granny flat, Ashley was back in town on a break from university, and one night when she was visiting, one thing led to another between us, as they say, and we slept together again. This time, I was a little older, a little more experienced, and I like to think I was a better lover the second time around.

Gail and I lost contact with Ashley after that, and I have not seen her for a few years now. I'm older now, of course, and hopefully wiser, and I've been in and out of love a couple of times since then, but occasionally I think of her. After all, she was my first. Sometimes, I wonder to myself if there is a man in her life these days, and if there is, I wonder if he appreciates the beauty within her, as much as her beautiful face and sexy body. Now and again, I think if I had been a little older, perhaps I could have been that man.