This is it. Emily inhaled a shaky breath. I don't know if I'm ready. What was she thinking? Of course she's ready. She's been waiting for this moment ever since she found about sex. She's been waiting too long. As a college senior, she was probably the oldest living virgin. The possible humiliation of the label spurred her on. She raised her fist, hesitated, and then loudly knocked against Nadir's door. Emily folded her arms across her stomach, trying to quell the nervous shudder rippling through her body.

Nadir. Excitement pushed and pressed against her ribs at the mere thought of him. The man was sexy, in a hot and steamy way, with his long, thick black hair and golden brown skin. His midnight colored eyes promised exotic pleasures while his slanted smile sparked wickedness in her veins. Emily knew she wasn't in love with him. She just wanted him and his sleek muscular body. At least, she thought it was muscular. It was very hard to tell when he wore a flowing white outfit that reminded her of pajamas. It didn't matter what his body looked like. Well, it didn't matter a whole lot. She just wanted to benefit from his obvious expertise. Since he was from Pakistan, he must know a lot about sex. After all, wasn't that the land of Kama Sutra?

The door to Nadir's apartment opened. Emily thought her body was going to explode with anticipation. Nadir welcomed her with a seductive smile and ushered her inside the darkened apartment. She glanced around and saw the single room empty of furniture. The tile floor was scattered with lush throw pillows. Flickering candles sat on windowsills and a wooden table. The sweet smoky incense filled her nose and throat. Wow. How romantic. What guy back home would do this for our first time? I knew Nadir would be the perfect first lover.

Nadir did a quick survey of his apartment. He hoped Emily wouldn't ask him to turn on the lights. He didn't want to admit that he forgot to pay the power bill. He sniffed the air, praying that the incense masked the smell of the expired milk he forgot in the warm refrigerator. If he had planned this better, he would have asked for the use of one of his friends' apartment. However, time got away from him like it always did. He could have cancelled, but he refused to miss this golden opportunity to have sex with a beautiful American girl. His friends will be jealous. They'll be gnashing their teeth simply because he will be the first one of his group who had sex.

Nadir offered Emily a seat on one of the oversized pillows. He wasn't sure what he was saying. For all he knew, he could be speaking in Urdu. He couldn't stop staring at Emily. She was the quintessential American girl with her bouncy blonde hair, pale skin and tight-fitting jeans. His cock stiffened. He couldn't wait to get her jeans off. But he'll wait for Emily's first move. She's the expert in these matters, which goes unsaid. It was a known fact that American girls were sexually experienced and knew tricks that would make a man's head spin. Emily was the best woman to be his first lover.

Emily couldn't wait much longer. She has done everything she could to advertise she was ready for some good old-fashioned fucking. She cuddled close to his warm body, trailed her fingers lightly across his arms and hands. She did the old eye contact move, looking away and then looking directly into his eyes. She reclined, laid down, and now was spread-eagled across the pillows. What was she doing wrong? For a split moment she wished she had some sexual experience. Just a little so she would know what to do. God knows she had plenty of opportunity.

Her virginal status was a matter of choice after a few high-school parties with teenage guys showing little finesse and too much enthusiasm. Frat parties and spring breaks only deepened her conviction. She decided to be celibate with redneck guys in mind. Nadir was different: Gorgeous, elegant, and possessing a hint of the forbidden. When she met Nadir she started re-thinking her options. She knew he could unlock exquisite sensations from her untutored body. Emily's pussy swelled at the thought. Damn it! I can't take it anymore, she thought. Am I being subjected to some Tantric exercise for self-control? If so, I'm flunking

She splayed her fingers through Nadir's thick hair and lightly pressed his head closer to hers. Emily sighed with relief when his mouth hungrily met her own.

Nadir couldn't figure out Emily. One minute she was looking away from him and seemed indifferent. The next thing he knew she was pushing him down and shoving her tongue down his throat. Not that he minded. In fact, his body felt like it was been plunged into hot oil. He broke out into a sweat when her hips rolled under his.

Maybe she wanted to be on top. That was fine by him. Nadir made a sudden flip, allowing Emily to straddle him. Was she gasping with pleasure or surprise? She probably liked this position. Most of the Hollywood movies he saw showed this type of lovemaking. Of course, he never really got to see all the sex scenes, thanks to government censors and overprotective parents back home. Emily slid her small hands under his white linen shirt. Desire gripped his muscles. He could already feel his balls tightening and his cock thickening. Nadir groaned as his blood roared through his veins. With all the jokes he had heard, he knew there was something about foreplay, but he wasn't sure how long it had to be. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last.

Emily had her hands in his shirt, and he assumed he was allowed to do the same to her. He plunged his hands into her neckline and cupped her voluptuous breasts. His penis immediately stood to attention. I'm in trouble, he thought. I'm about to come and she's not even naked. Maybe Emily wasn't such a good idea. She's obviously too experienced for me.

Emily pulled off her shirt before the thin material ripped. Nadir's eyes blazed as he stared at her black lace bra. She preened and thrust her breasts into his splayed hands. He fumbled to open the bra clasp. Emily swallowed back a smile. She definitely got her money's worth out of Victoria's Secret if it made Nadir's fingers tremble with need. She snapped open the front, purring with satisfaction as Nadir explored her curves. She pulled at his shirt, but it was far too long to easily take it off him. Nadir reluctantly moved into a sitting position and pulled off his shirt. Emily gawked at his smooth, muscular chest. She ran her hands down the defined ribs and hooked her fingers into his pants. She smiled with relief when she saw the drawstring opening. She quickly untied the cotton string and eased them over his tight buttocks. Emily felt her snap button jeans come undone. She heard the zip echo in the quiet room along with their erratic, raspy breathing. Nadir grabbed her waistband and yanked it over her hips, taking her undies with the denim. The aggressive move made her pussy cream. Oh, God, he's good, she thought.

Nadir clenched his teeth. If I'm not in her in the next minute, I'm going to ruin everything. He settled her back into the straddling position, his excited cock poking her thighs. He maneuvered his hips slightly, blindly feeling for her wet opening. A moment of panic seized him. Where the hell does his cock go? Emily felt his thick penis nudging the crease between her buttocks. I'm in trouble. There is no way I'm ready for anal fucking. Especially this way. She didn't care how many centuries they've been doing it in Pakistan. She just wanted straight intercourse. She always thought her first time would be missionary style, but this sitting-facing-each-other style was exciting. Except for the anal part. She wasn't into that. How am I going to explain I'm not that experienced? Would my confession ruin the mood? Would he stop altogether? Probably. He's used to women who could fuck him 1,001 ways. What do I do? Maybe if I tilted my hips just a little like this.

Nadir felt his cock push into Emily's wet channel. Relief poured through him, igniting his lust and primitive needs. He removed his hands from her full breasts and clamped them against her hips. He thrust and bucked as she writhed on top of him. She's so hot, so tight. Her breasts were right at his face. He latched onto an extended nipple with his mouth and sucked vigorously. Emily grabbed the sides of his head and shoved him closer to her chest. Nadir moaned. This is too much, he thought. I'm going to come. The pain of his invasion receded and a honeyed warmth invaded her body. The delicious sensation flowed through her legs and abdomen, swirling around her aching breasts and tightening womb. She rode Nadir, instructed by instinct. She glanced down at him. His gorgeous face was contorted with pure pleasure. I made him feel that way, she thought. I'm have power over him. Orgasm crashed through her, followed by another and another. Her pussy pulsed and twitched. Her muscles spasmed and quivered with release. She couldn't hold herself upright any longer and flopped onto Nadir's chest.

Nadir bellowed out his climax, his mouth full of her breast. His body jerked underneath Emily. He thought she might slip off him and he gathered her close, wanting to prolong every moment he was buried inside her.

Emily smiled tiredly against Nadir's neck. He was so sweet to cuddle her after sex. Only a good lover would do that. She did well choosing Nadir to be her first.