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Edward

Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight

There are some who may not consider this a true first sex story. Though it was not full intercourse, for me it was the first real sexual experience I had.

I was on vacation in Italy working in photography for fashion work a friend of mine was involved in. One of the leading designers saw my work and liked it enough to fly me out and work for him for three weeks. I had my own room for two weeks and stayed with my friend the two remaining weeks, and overall I was excited about the whole experience and getting my foot in the door in photography. I though nothing would really happen outside of what I anticipated, as an artist I have to say I am dissapointed in my being close minded in this manner of thinking.

She was American like myself. Her father was helping organize the financials of the project and brought her along for the vacation of it. We met the second week I was there after they had arrived. She struck up a coversation with me finding I was not only her age but American as well, though my slight Irish accent sent me talking and her looking and listening. She told me to drop by the following afternoon. Drawn by something not fully of attraction or wanting for action I found myself doing just that. We hung out for the afternoon and she came to my hotel room when we made it to where I was staying. I showed her my work and laid next to me on the bed as she looked at the display screen of my camera, though I had a feeling she was interested in more than just the photographs.

Yawning repeatedly, she asked if I didnt’ mind her taking a nap, being a gentleman and of course intrigued by this whole encounter I told her it was nothing and that I was feeling tired myself. I turned out the lights, pulled a blanket over her soldiers, and sat behind her watching television. It wasn’t long before my hand drifted to hers laying close to mine, and though I can’t remember how long it was, at one point I bent down and kissed her neck. A small gasp came from her, and as my kisses slowly made thier way up to her cheek, I could feel her hand tighten ever so slightly. I finally reached her ear, kissing the lobe gently, I could feel her shoulders move underneath me. I whispered in her ear, “Anyhing I can do for you?”.
“Kiss me here.” She said cutely, tapping the base of her neck. I kissed her neck, and her breathing was audible, breathing a bit heavily with every touch of my lips against her neck. I reached her chin, kissed her cheek, and paused. She turned to me, her lips parted, breathing a bit heavily. She leaned up to me as I leaned down and kissed her.

To say that my mind was at a lack of a rush would be a lie. This was not something entirely new to me, but it had been a long time since a young womans lips had closed around mine in a kiss that kept me from being able to open my eyes. As we made out, I could feel her hand move down her figured, and i heard the unbottoning snap of her white jean shorts as she unfastened them; the zipper being pulled down. Kissing me still, her hand rose to mine and held it.
“Feel how wet…….you make me”, she said. My heart raced, my mind paused. No young woman had ever said anything even similar to this, nor had they ever done what I pictured but could not see through closed eyes. She pulled my hand to her waist, then lower, i could feel her skin quiver as I reached her pussy. I rubbed her gently, and then harder as she pushed my hand harder against her, and then a single finger. I moved my fingers slowly yet vigorously, as if I was painting a picture passionately but taking care to detail. Her other hand came up to my cheek, and then around to the back of my neck. Her fingers tensed and her hips moved as I did something I had never done before, yet felt like I knew how to do.

“Try two fingers”, she said, smililng at me and gasping. I opened my eyes and looked at her, and obliged. I canvased the walls inside her pussy as if I was caressing marble walls of a building of my own design. Her breathing became heavier and she began to moan. I could feel her breathe against my lips and face as she gasped and breathed, and her hand claps my wrist while the other ran her fingers through my hair. I kissed her chest just below the neck, and I could feel her back arch. I inserted a third finger, and penetrated as far as I could feel, and she moaned, grabbing my hair and saying “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes” repeatedly. I quickened my pace, moving my fingers quickly yet artfully. After a minute or two her back arched and she siad, “oh yes….Yes….YES”, and and slight scream uttered from her. She thrust her hips and she moaned, and I could feel a warmth inside her, moving across my fingers. She pulled my had slowly from her pussy and to her mouth, tasting my fingers, sucking them slightly. She looked at me with a smile and kissed me.

I can’t fully remember how everything else transpired, though I know full well what happened. I remember her removing her bra, removing my shirt; I remember her fingers across my back and her chest pressing against mine as she kissed me. I remember her hand against the top of my hair as I orally pleased her, and the cry and warm feel of her second orgams. I remember her sitting atop me, my bathing suit coming off, me telling her I had never done anything like this before, and her telling me she didnt’ mind, that she was a seasoned expert. I remember talking inbetween orgasms about her, about me, what she had done beofre, her sexual experiences both with men and women. I remember being naked, our bodies pressed against each other, her asking me if I was a virgin, telling her the truth, her telling me she wouldn’t take my virginity unless I asked, me thanking her. Her hands pressing mine against the bed and holding me down as she kissed me and strattled me. Two orgams followed, and in both I remember her going limp in my arms, and me catching her with kisses and hands wrapped around her.

When all was said and done, she laid ontop of me, her forehead resting on mine, our bodies wrapped around each other, her hands at my cheek and chest, my hands at her waist and back. Nothing ever happened after that day, despite her plans to. She never got together with me again. The next time I saw her was the at the premier of the show, and she never gave me a passing glance. She had rocked my world, and had given the impression she wished to do so as long as she could while on this vacation, but never did. Though I don’t know fully waht happened, I know what I learned. That whatever the experice may be, having it with someone you love is far better than with someone you barely know. i regret nothing of the experience, only that I had not shared it with someone that I loved. But, then again, I do have actual intercourse to look forward to.

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