Good catholic girl encourages a virgin boy.
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Prologue
Patrick and Kenny were two Irish lads who had moved to London from the small town of Kilderris where they had been friends in high school.
Patrick had completed his Bachelor of Administration the previous year, majoring in hospitality management. Having now interned for almost a year in London as part of his work experience year, he applied for a job in the same five star hotel at Hyde Park corner and was accepted as a receptionist.
Kenny had not gone on to higher education but chose to work in one of the local stud farms with the race horses that the Irish were so fond of. He kept in touch with Patrick and they generally went to the pub when Patrick was home for a weekend. When he heard that Patrick was moving to London, Kenny saw it as an opportunity to broaden his horizons. He was bored with the horses, and with living at home with his mum and siblings, and he craved adventure and entertainment. There was not much to do in Kilderris apart from get drunk in the pub at the weekend.
Whilst Patrick had a job to look forward to, Kenny travelled to London with only one bag and a stack of money he had saved from his work at the stud farm.
Now a year later, both of the lads had settled into their jobs. Kenny had found work in construction in the concrete gang. It was extreme physical work spreading the loads of concrete by hand as they were pumped up from the delivery trucks, and Kenny had cried from the pain in his limbs the first two weeks. Now though he had developed muscle mass in both his legs and arms and he looked like a professional body builder. With his straw like dirty-blond-colored hair and his toothy grin, Kenny was a hit with the ladies. His charm won them over and he ended most weekends in bed with one or other, boozy lady.
Patrick, in contrast; was quite shy with the ladies, and at 21 still a virgin. It was not the he didn't have girlfriends, it was just that he never got to go all the way. His last girlfriend had gone down on him, as he did on her, but she broke off the relationship before they could get to the next step.
Patrick had little self-confidence as his girlfriend, Sue, was stunning, and he thought that she was slumming with him until something better came along. The proof was that she dumped Patrick for some obnoxious French guy who just happened to be incredibly handsome, too.
Pat, however, could be very charming and he was quick-witted and funny. It just took a little time to get him to show his real self.
Patrick had a steady girlfriend; Joy.
How Joy Came Into Patrick’s Life.
She worked in the same hotel as Patrick as a supervisor in the housekeeping department. They met at work. Pat, now a shift leader at the front desk, was checking rooms to see if guests had actually departed when he literally bumped into Joy as she exited a room.
Pat's jaw dropped open. He was mesmerized by this beautiful young woman.
Her skin was like porcelain, smooth flawless and yet radiating a soft glow. Her dark brown hair was cut neatly and short in a bob, but slightly tousled and framing her face. She had high cheekbones and a perfectly defined jawline.
Her blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness and warmth and her slightly bee-stung lips looked eminently kissable.
She was tall and thin, but Patrick could not really see her shape as she was dressed in a somewhat frumpy uniform.
Patrick stammered "Hello."
"Hello yourself." Answered Joy in the broadest Irish accent imaginable.
"Are you Irish?" Patrick asked.
"I am." Replied Joy. "and you?" she asked.
"From Kilderris." Was all he could manage.
"Okay. I am from Athbullan in county Galway. I doubt you've ever heard of it. It's in the middle of nowhere." She added. "Now if you'll excuse me I have quite a lot of rooms to check."
"Right-o." said Pat. "Sure I'll see you around."
"Yep." She added, and promptly turned and left Patrick standing there in awe.
That was two months ago. Turns out she was on work experience from the same Hotel School that Patrick had attended. She was 19 years old, two years younger than Pat.
Patrick had made sure he bumped into Joy every day and eventually convinced her to join him in the pub one evening with the rest of the Front Office team.
Joy was very careful, didn't drink too much, and liked to watch the goings on. Patrick was delighted that she came, but he drank a little too much and in his tipsy state confessed to Joy that he had a terrible crush on her. This brought a huge smile to Joy's face as she admitted to really enjoying Pat's company too.
After the pub they headed for the Tube to take them home. Patrick shared a one bedroom flat in Finsbury Park with his friend Kenny and her mum had arranged for her to room with an aunt, who was a nun, in a convent by Hampstead Heath.
They got on the Picadilly line and chatted until they were almost in Kings Cross where she would have to change to the Northern Line to Belsize Park. Her room was a few minutes from there.
"Well, I have to change at the next stop." She said.
Patrick put on a sad puppy look. His heart was in his mouth, and he blurted out.
"Do I get a kiss goodbye?"
She threw her head back and laughed. "As you asked me so nicely, yes." She answered.
She leaned in and kissed him full on the lips as the train screeched to a halt.
"See you tomorrow." She whispered in Pat's ear.
He returned to his apartment in Finsbury Park with a huge grin on his face, which just would not go away.
Kenny cried out the minute Patrick entered the apartment. "I've seen that look before. Someone got lucky."
Patrick tried to brush it off, saying it was only a kiss, but Kenny was having none of it.
"A man is in Luv." He kept saying, misquoting the Waterboys song.
Patrick was puzzled as to how he would introduce them, Kenny being the none-too-discreet builder, and Joy being that fine and precious china doll.
He also worried about what she would think of the apartment, as it was in a very rough area of the city and was very basic with woodchip wallpaper throughout and polyester carpeting designed for industrial wear. There was one bedroom with two divan beds and the lads had an agreement that if one of them was to bring someone home the one of them would sleep on the sofa. So far Kenny was the lucky one, but as he often came home very late, he also ended up sleeping on the couch or on a mattress on the floor with his latest conquest.
But the apartment was cheap, relative to the other locations and it was above a shop, which meant it was relatively warm. It's location in Finsbury Park however was not great as there was a lot of drug dealing going on around the tube station and there was a distinctive mix of Afro-Caribbean, Indian, Cyrpiot and of course Irish. That in itself was not a problem, but the gang related crime was rife. Add to that the Reggae club around the corner and the two rivalrous football clubs Arsenal and Tottenham close by and you can imagine weekend nights especially could be tense.
Roommate’s vulgar counsel.
Patrick didn't need to worry too much. Two months later he had introduced Joy to Kenny, and they had spent several days off together at the apartment.
She, however, never stayed the night as she was worried that it might get back to her mother that she had not been home for a night. Joy was from a good catholic family and staying a night with a boyfriend before marriage was taboo. Sex was completely out of the question as the catholic church didn't approve of contraception.
And that was according to Kenny the problem.
"The problem with good catholic Irish girls," he said "is that they have barbed wire around their knickers." As he and Patrick were philosophizing about Pat's relationship.
Sure, Joy had kissed a lot and even let Patrick cop a feel of her tits. She had even let him finger her on one occasion, but reluctantly at that. Patrick felt stymied. Cock blocked as Kenny described it in his ever discreet terms.
Kenny on the other hand had no problems getting laid. His recipe was simple. Go to the pub. Drink a shed load of beer and hit on a woman who also has had lots to drink. It had however delivered some hilarious results as Kenny had brought women of every age and size home, only to say goodbye the following day and never see them again.
As he said himself. "I never went to bed with an ugly woman, but I sure woke up beside some." Kenny's relationships never lasted long as he was all about the hunt and the prize. Patrick was envious of the ease with which Kenny went about his 'conquests', but did not have the same idea about relationships at all.
All of this was about to change drastically.
Gossipy ol bitties
It was Friday and Patrick had arranged to meet Joy at her place, and they would go to a local restaurant for something to eat.
When he got there, he waited by the street corner, as she did not want the prying eyes of her aunt reporting back to Ireland.
Joy arrived in a foul mood. Pat, a little taken aback, asked. "What's wrong, Joy? You look upset."
"That bitch of a woman. She has been talking to my mum."
"Who?" asked Pat, alarmed. She was normally very cheerful when they met up.
"Who do you think?" she spat back. "My fucking aunt, the nun."
"Oh crap." Thought Pat. "What has she been saying?" he asked.
Joy calmed down a little. She looked at Patrick and said. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I shouldn't take it out on you, but my aunt has told my mother about you and my mum and dad found it necessary to call me to express their disapproval."
"But they don't know me." Patrick replied.
"Exactly." Said Joy. "But my aunt found that I have gone on birth control pills and drew the conclusion that we have been having sex."
"What?" Patrick exclaimed. "I didn't even know you were on the pill. And besides how did your aunt find out? Was she going through your room?"
Pat's heart had skipped a beat when he heard that she had gone on the pill as he concluded that it meant only one thing. She was planning to have sex!
"I guess so." Said Joy, fuming. "What gives her the right? What gives my parents the right. I'm not a minor anymore and can decide for myself what I do with my body. They have no right to approve or disapprove of my actions. I was, advised to go on the pill by my GP as my periods were so heavy."
Pat's heart sunk a little with this news. Still a door had opened so he did not give up hope.
"Anyway, I need to let this all sink in." she continued. "Where are we going to eat?"
Patrick took Joy to a small Italian place around the corner where they both demolished a plate of Carbonara and a bottle of Chianti. She had a little more wine than usual and was talking at a hundred miles an hour.
"I'll show them." She said. "Let's go back to your place. I think I want to stay the night with you just to spite my aunt."
"Right. Let's go then." Patrick replied.
He took her hand in his and walked with her to the tube station. They travelled in silence to Finsbury Park with Joy laying her head on Pat's shoulder.
She was tired by the time they had negotiated the stairs and the streets around Finsbury Park station and went to lie on Pat's bed. By the time Kenny came home they were both fast asleep spooning each other in the bed.
He smiled and pulled the blanket over them. He took his own blanket and went to sleep on the sofa. For all his bravado and bluff, Kenny was one of the good guys.
Joy awoke the next day with a start. "Oh my god." She cried out. "What have I done."
Patrick stirred himself awake slowly, rubbing his eyes. "You slept here. Nothing happened."
"I know that." Replied Joy. "But I will be for the high jump if this gets back to my parents."
"So where is the defiant 'I'm an adult and can do what I want' Joy from yesterday." Patrick asked.
She calmed down a little and smiled at Pat.
"You're right, you know. I'm still pretty angry at them for what they did to me."
Joy’s Resolve.
She kissed Patrick full on the lips and said, "Thanks for being there for me."
"Anytime." He replied. "Now how about we give your parents a reason to be mad. After all you will probably get the lecture anyway." He laughed and added "If you have to do the time, you might as well do the crime." Turning the saying on its head.
She hesitated. "I don't know Pat. I am a little frightened as I don't know anything about actually having sex."
He smiled gently. "Then we will both be learning as we go along as I have never actually done the deed myself." her eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face.
"I always assumed that you were an experienced lover! Oh boy, how wrong can you be?"
Patrick replied. "It would be an honor to give up my virginity to you, if you would be willing to do the same for me."
She hugged him and cried out. "Yes! Yes, let's do it."
"You will be gentle, won't you?" she added.
"We will take it slowly, and if you decide that you want to stop then I will immediately stop. No guilt and no blame. Okay?"
"Okay." Said Joy. "How do we start?"
Patrick smiled. Oh how he loved her innocence.
"Well to start we should probably take off our clothes." He said with a grin.
She punched him in the arm. "Cheeky pup. I knew that."
"I just feel a bit awkward."
"I understand. If it's any comfort. Me too." He answered.
He held Joy close to him on the bed, spooning her from behind. Gently he kissed the nape of her neck, giving her goosebumps. Then he kissed her shoulder and between her shoulder blades.
"Hmm." Said Joy. "That feels nice."
Patrick dragged his finger gently along her arm from her hand to her shoulder and the along the side of body downwards to her ass. She giggled.
Patrick moved his hand inside her T-shirt and lifted it slowly upwards to help er take it off. She sat up and removed it completely.
She unclasped her bra from behind but didn't let it fall yet. She was a little unsure and embarrassed as she had never been naked with a man before.
Patrick gently took her hands in his and pulled them away from her allowing the bra to fall alongside her T-shirt. Her naked tits were now on display.
"You're beautiful, Joy." Patrick said. "No need to be ashamed or afraid."
She shivered slightly. "Can we go under the duvet?" she asked.
"Of course." Patrick answered and pulled it over them both.
She dived completely under and tugged Pat's t-shirt upwards. Patrick lifted it completely over his head and discarded it with the other clothes.
Then Patrick ducked under the duvet, taking Joy in his arms momentarily before moving downwards to kiss her teardrop shaped tits. First a gentle kiss on the right followed by the left, and then a kiss on the right nipple moving then to the left.
Joy's tits were as pale as her face and were topped by pink areola's and darker nipples. Her nipples were protruding at least a half an inch upward, which told Patrick that she was definitely aroused.
Joy gasped at the kisses. "Oh. That feels really nice Pat. Do it again."
Patrick of course obliged lingering longer on each nipple this time, which brought a gentle moan from Joy.
He pinched each nipple gently causing them to get even harder that they had been.
Joy was squirming on the bed. She didn't seem to be able to keep her legs still. She felt a dampness creeping into her panties that she had never felt before.
"Oh Pat, I'm wet. Down there."
"That's a good thing." Answered Pat, delighted that he had at least read some erotic stories in the times that he had no girlfriend. That was about all the knowledge he had but it stood him in good stead now.
"May I feel?" He asked.
Joy nodded bashfully and hooked her thumbs in her panties, dragging them down past her knees. She lifted first one leg and then the other and discarded her underwear out of the bed.
Patrick moved his hand downwards and felt her pubic mound. He gently traced his fingers between her outer lips and felt the heat and moisture of her sex.
Joy inhaled between her teeth. She was still nervous and not completely comfortable.
"You're beautiful, Joy." Patrick repeated the compliment.
She grabbed his head between her arms and kissed him passionately to distract herself.
Patrick rubbed gently between her folds and found her clitoris with his finger. He barely touched it when she let out a yelp.
"Oh my god. My whole body jumped when you did that."
"Was it painful?" asked Pat.
"No, not at all." she replied. "It was really nice, but I hadn't expected it to be so sensitive."
"Well let's try again." Said Patrick as he continued to stroke her twat. He touched her clit again, but this time he held his finger there. She was squirming.
Patrick began to tease her clit, and she threw her head backwards holding his upper arm so tight that he was sure he would bruise.
As he continued to massage her clit, her breathing became heavier and deeper. Like someone at the end of a sprint race.
"Are you okay?" Patrick asked.
"More than okay." she replied. "Keep going, don't stop."
Patrick increased the pressure on her clit a little and slipped a sneaky finger into her opening.
Joy rolled her eyes upward as if she was trying to concentrate on the pleasure she was feeling.
Then she stopped breathing for a moment. Her face contorted and twisted as her very first orgasm began to wash over her like a tidal wave. Her legs started to flail and she threw her arms around Patrick breathing savagely through her teeth. Her pelvis bucked upwards again and again. Her voice was hoarse as she cried out.
"Augh! Augh! No! Stop! Stop! I can't take any more."
Patrick stopped teasing her clit and held Joy tight to him. She continued to shudder as her orgasm sped through every part of her body like an electric storm.
Some moments later when she was calmer, she looked up at Patrick with tears in her eyes.
She kissed him passionately on the lips and said. "Jeeeezus! That was amazing. I never felt so much pleasure before. Didn't even know it was possible."
"Thank god." Said Pat. "I was afraid I might have hurt you."
"Hurt me? No, you definitely did not hurt me Pat. I feel like you woke something up I never realized I had." Said Joy, adding. "This is why people are crazy about sex. It's amazing."
"But what about you?" what can I do to make you feel the same?" she asked.
"Well first of all let me say I got a great deal of pleasure out of making you cum." Patrick said. "And as you can see, or feel, my cock took notice too."
"Let me see." she demanded.
Patrick lowered the duvet and showed the tent in his shorts to Joy, who laughed and said.
"No silly, let me really see it."
Patrick shrugged and pulled his shorts down and off. The pile of discarded clothes grew a little more.
Joy was fascinated. She had never seen an adult cock before and now an erect one was sticking vertically upwards right beside her. She was fascinated by the size as Patrick was reasonably well hung, as they say.
"Can I touch it?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure." Said Pat. "But I want to see you too, as all I have done is feel you.
Joy threw the duvet almost completely off the bed and lay naked in all her glory for Patrick to wonder.
"You're beautiful, Joy." Patrick said again, and Joy blushed.
She reached out and touched Pat's cock.
"Ooh, it's hard, but it's also silky to the touch." She said
Pat's cock felt like it had gotten even harder than it was. A small amount of pre-cum was leaking from the head.
Joy wrapped her hand around Pat's erection and gently moved it up and down feeling the veins and the ridges. More pre-cum leaked.
"What's that?" asked Joy.
"Pre-cum." Answered Pat. "A sort of lubricant for when I want to enter your cunny. Just like you getting moist when you're aroused. Makes the entry easier and smoother."
Joy shocked a little.
"But it's so thick. How?"
"Well." Said Patrick now relying on the erotic stories he had read "Your cunny will stretch to accommodate it somehow."
Joy thought for a minute. Then she bent over and kissed the head of Pat's cock.
"I want to try." She said. "But if I say stop, you have to stop straight away." She added.
"Okay." Said Pat. "But I think it would be better if you go on top as then you will be in control of what happens."
Joy threw a leg over Patrick and straddled him across his upper thighs.
She lay her full body on him, pressing her hardened nipples into his chest.
Patrick grabbed her gently under her armpits and got her to slide upwards until the folds of her now profusely leaking cunt were on his erection.
Joy pushed herself slightly upwards and started to gently slide up and down Pat's cock, massaging it with her lips.
Patrick groaned in pleasure and placed his hands on her tits, gently kneading them and circling her nipples with his thumbs.
She moaned, too. "Oh nice." She said, sissing the end of the word through her teeth.
Pat's cock massaged her clit every time she slid downwards, and she was getting more and more aroused.
She put her hands between them and raised Pat's cock to the entry of her love channel, slowly sinking onto it.
At first it felt tight, and she only managed to get the head of Pat's cock inside, but gradually her body got used to the tightness and she felt encouraged to sink further.
Soon she felt a momentary resistance inside and then a sharp pain. "Ow." She squealed and stayed still for a moment.
Patrick held her by her hips and asked. "You, ok?"
"It hurt a little." Joy replied.
"That was probably the hymen. When you have sex the first time you have to break through it. There may be a little blood, but it's nothing to worry about." He added. "Do you want to go on?"
"In for a penny, in for a pound, if you'll pardon the pun." Joy replied.
"Go slowly." Patrick said.
Joy looked Patrick in the eyes and gently let her body slide downwards as far as she dared, which wasn’t but a couple inches. She stopped for a bit, and he wisely began rubbing her nipples, to distract her sensations away from the stinging in her cunt.
The pain gradually subsided, and was replaced by a much more pleasant feeling.
Joy lifted herself up and slid down again, this time even deeper. Each time she dared to go a little bit further until eventually she had Pat's complete cock inside her. That’s when her clit began to tingle from rubbing into his curly mound of pubic hair.
It made her feel full in a wonderful way, and she had a thought that she never wanted to be empty again.
Patrick was in ecstasy. This beautiful woman had engulfed his cock in the softest warmest way he could have ever imagined. The deeper she took him, the firmer her cunt felt.
Joy began gently to rise and fall on Pat's erection. Patrick raised his pelvis to meet her every downward move and lowered it when she rose so that only the head of his swollen cock was in her. The friction and the warmth began to tell, and both of their bodies started to move faster and faster.
Joy felt a new orgasm rising in her as every piece of her body began to tingle, as they continued to sensuously make love. Pat's hands on her tits felt as if they were creating fires and his thumbs on her nipples sent shockwaves upwards through her throat and into her face.
Patrick too, was feeling crazy things in his body. Not only were his thighs on fire, but a deep delicious ache was beginning to form in his perineum radiating out to his balls. His brains were completely fogged up and he could only think of one thing. The need to get to the finish.
Joy began to breathe heavily again and was humming "Hmm, Hmm, Hmm." Like a mantra to the rhythm of their thrusts.
Her orgasm came and she screamed it out "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yeah."
She was staring into Pat's eye, but she wasn't seeing anything, as her whole body had been taken over by this immense wave of pleasure, coursing through her.
Patrick too was close to cumming. His balls were tightening, and that ache had morphed into the most pleasurable feeling he had ever felt.
"Joy" he cried, "I'm going to come."
"Yes." Said Joy. "Do it." She raised herself up until Patrick was almost out of her, and then crashed her body back down impaling herself fully on Pat's now even more swollen cock.
That sent Patrick over the edge and he pumped his seed deep into her cunt.
Joy collapsed on top of Patrick and began to kiss him again, and again, on his face and neck, saying "Thank you, thank you." Over and over again.
They lay still for what seemed an age.
Joy spoke first. "Holy crap, Pat. That was amazing." She kissed him again.
"You're beautiful, Joy. Thank you for being my first. Couldn't imagine anyone nicer, more beautiful than you." he answered.
She kissed him again. "I want to do it again." She said, laughing. "I think I might become a slut, like my mother said." She paused, then added "Sounds like fun."
Patrick laughed out loud. He couldn't stop laughing and soon Joy was laughing with him. They laughed so hard that they had tears rolling over their cheeks.
Roommate’s Reaction
"And now I'm starving." Said Joy. "Shall we make breakfast."
"Yes, but put some clothes on. Otherwise Kenny will think he's in for a treat." Answered Pat.
Her hand flew to her mouth. "Shit, I forgot Kenny was here. She colored a little in her face.
The two threw on T-shirts and jeans, and opened the door to the living room.
Kenny sat on the sofa grinning, and said. "So, I guessed you guys finally fucked." As usual, in his own inimitable discreet fashion.
Joy's face went beet red. But she wasn't one to be embarrassed for long, and replied.
"Yes, we're just going to have something to eat now, and then we are going to fuck again, Kenny."
Now Kenny blushed, but then he recovered and laughed out loud. "She's a keeper, Pat. Don't let her get away."
Patrick replied by pressing up behind and grabbing Joy around the waist. He kissed her neck as one of his hands slid down to her thigh, while the other hand cupped under her aroused tit. His mouth moved to her earlobe as he softly said "No intention of it Kenny, no intention."
Based on a post by OstrichMack for Literotica.
