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just happened

Age when it happend: 17
Where it happened: her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight

I really liked dates and dating when I was in highschool, although I never got much of it. People always saw me as different somehow. Like they couldn’t put their finger on it. I got in a lot of fights and most girls managed to look at the ceiling or floor whenever I walked by. I worked out a lot and hoped that a nice body might change things. It did somewhat. I mean, when my friends and I went out to clubs and dances, usually I could get a girl to talk to me or something, but things never seemed to go anywhere. All of the nice ones seemed to have boyfriends already. Boyfriends named “Rick” or “Keith” who had cars and rich families and crap that didn’t come close to my world. I was also too picky I think. Arrogant. Didn’t want to be seen with certain “geeky” girls. Well, I deserved to be lonely then. Some of those girls thought I was cute but I thought I was too macho or something. Strange, hunh? I couldn’t get the “dream” girls so I wouldn’t DARE stoop to dating anyone else. I really missed out on a lot of fun and interesting people because I looked at every girl as a potential SEX partner, not maybe as someone I could just be sweet with.

My father died that year and I changed inside. I still got into a bunch of fights (asshole seniors liked to pick on me for reasons I still to this day cannot understand). But I started to look at people differently. One day I saw this new girl sitting by herself in front of her open locker. It was during class time but I didn’t have a class during that slot, and, apparently, neither did she. She was wearing a white sweater and jeans. I said hello and she looked up at me. She nervously replied back and sort of smiled. She was a plain looking girl, self-conscious, awkward, and quiet. I liked her right away and started asking her where she was from and stuff. She answered my questions and didn’t look bored or through me. She didn’t say “I have to go.” She didn’t seem to notice I wore K-Mart brand jeans and that I had rough looking shoes. I was wearing my team rugby jacket so I thought I was pretty dashing and it gave me a sense of confidence (I belonged!). We made some small talk and I ran out of things to say. I had learned that when this happens, you are supposed to leave and not just stand there staring, so I said a pleasant goodbye and walked away. All the while I’m thinking “STUPID STUPID! Didn’t get her name. When will I see her again? Was she cute? (I couldn’t remember!)”

A few days later our school had an assembly that ended at the start of our lunch period. I saw her again, but this time she was sitting on a bench with a small, tomboyish, east-indian girl. As I passed her by, I tapped her on the shoulder and said hello. She looked up and smiled and said “Hello Stefan!” She remembered my name! Usually girls neglected to acknowledge my existence or would pronounce my name incorrectly if they remembered it at all. This was amazing to me! I made some small talk about the assembly as I gave my friends the get-the-fuck-away-from-me look. They took the hint and goofed off. I asked her if I could call her sometime and she said yes. I avoided not knowing her name by asking her to write down her name and phone number for me. It was Shawna. I hurried off and noticed out of the corner of my eye that Shawna and her east-indian friend were giggling coyly as I walked away. That made my ego soar! I was on a high all day. I gave my friends no info at all because I thought they would fuck things up or something. Later that day I approached Shawna again at her locker and asked her if she would like to see a movie with me that night (it was Friday.) She said yes and ran her fingers across my chest. I never felt so attractive and male and powerful and in control in all my life. I asked her to call me that evening. She did. I was to drop by her place at 6pm or so. I pleaded with my mother to borrow her green crappy Renault Alliance. She said yes and I brought $40 with me.

I arrived at Shawna’s house and met her mom and Dad and sister. Nice, honest, working class people. Her 14 year old sister was pregnant and still seeing her 19 year old boyfriend (this was a bit weird to me, why did the parents put up with that crap?)Shawna was wearing a different white sweater and jeans and had curled her hair and put on makeup and was beaming like a ray of sunshine over the cornfields. I was so happy I thought I was going to burst. We drove to a local theatre house and had decided on seeing this horror flick “Carrie 2.” It was a restricted film, but we got in and I think that impressed her. I bought her a pop and we held hands while we watched the movie. I never made a move on her, but I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she just kept looking at me. Finally, I understood. I just wasn’t getting the hint. I turned to face her, leaned over, and we kissed. A lot. Tongues and everything. I cracked a raging hardon and brushed her breast “by accident” with my hand. She moaned way too loud which told me that she liked the “mistake” so I breathed into her ear “can I?” as I gently cupped her breast. She squeaked a little “yes” and I proceeded to fondle her as disceetly as possible. She was really enjoying it and I was in seventh heaven. Kissing became painful we were going at it so hard and she had run her hands up and down my inner thighs countless times. The movie ended. We stopped. My heart was pounding. We got in the car and I drove her home…….slowly……and at every red light we smooched a bunch more. Every kiss was warm and wonderful and sweet like maple syrup. When I pulled into her driveway, it was 12AM. I thought I was just going to drop her off then go home and die of blue balls. She asked me to come in. I initially objected, saying her parents would hear us and that wouldn’t make for an easy second date. She told me it was ok, that her parents set their alarm for 1 am. Her job was to be home by 1am to shut off the alarm. That way they wouldn’t worry unless the alarm went off. She also convinced me that it was ok for me to stay a while, that her parents wouldn’t disapprove. Who was I to argue? I was concerned her parents might get the wrong idea, but Shawna kept pleading with me. I gave in, but it wasn’t much of a fight.

Her parents’ bedroom was on the main floor and we slipped down to the finished basement. Shawna brought us some cans of pop and turned on the television. It was Friday Night Videos ending and a talkshow starting. It was a bit chilly so Shawna brought out a knitted afghan and placed it over us both as we sat on the couch and cuddled. Time stood still as I caressed her breasts and licked her ears and sucked her neck. We were both in a fit of throbbing sensuality for what seemed like hours. She let me undo her bra. She gave me the ok to put my head up under her shirt and suck her nipples. They were rough but succulent and firm. She groaned like she REALLY enjoyed my mouth on her tits and she pressed my head into her breasts further. I got tired and needed some air so I popped out from under her shirt and laid back. Shawna motioned to me that she wanted to put her hands on my cock. I smiled and gave her a nod. She undid my pants and slipped her hand inside. This was the first time a woman had touched me down there and I didn’t want to appear like I didn’t have any experience, so I acted as if this was just par for the course. Shawna laid on top of me while we kissed a lot more. I kept tumbling her breasts while she roughly rubbed my cock. Then she sat up and looked all shy and asked me if she could, well, you know. I guessed she meant a blowjob, so I said yes. She pulled my pants down to my knees and sucked my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening! I was in so much shock that I barely felt those warm wet lips sliding up and down my shaft. I couldn’t ejaculate! She sucked and licked my cock for about an hour and would have done it longer if I hadn’t stopped her and asked if I could return the favour. She said that no guy had ever done that before to her, but ok. I licked her pussy for about 20 minutes and asked her to tell me when she was coming so that I could lick her faster. She told me that she had already come 6 times! I felt like a real stud and started to suck her nipples some more while I stroked her pussy. She got that shy look on her face and asked me to “do it.” I wanted her to say it so I asked “do what?” Shawna very meekly, and without looking directly at me, whispered almost inaudibly “I want you to…make love…to…me..”

I was blown away. What the fuck was I gonna do? I had known this girl for three days. This was our first real date. I really liked her. She laughed at my jokes. She told me she thought I was a hunk. Now she was spread eagled in front of me on the floor of her parents basement asking me to bone her. What were the chances of this happening ever again?

I asked her if she was on birth control. She said no. That gave me a big pause. She didn’t seem to care. It also didn’t seem to bother her that her parents bedroom was, like, 20 feet away. I kneeled in front of her and told her I had a condom. Yep, I was one of those kids who carried around a condom in his wallet and I actually was going to use it. She said “ok,” and reached up to fondle my cock as I loosened the rubber from its package. I rolled it over my johnson and slipped inside her with no problem at all. She squirmed and bucked and moaned as I thrust away like a happy goat. She kept telling me “I’m coming” every few minutes or so. I felt like I was on top of the world. She let me do it doggie style and finally with her on top. It was 430am when I noticed the clock and thought “Fuck, what if her parents get up?” It was so strange the way she seemed so unconcerned. I still hadn’t ejaculated the entire night. I guess I was just in shock that I was actually doing it. However, SHE thought I was the greatest lover on earth because I “lasted SO long.” I didn’t know what to say but I had to go home. She didn’t want me to leave. I actually had to put on my clothes while she clung to my leg. I held her close and hugged her tight and gave her tits one last long sucking and then I left for home.

Needless to say, whenever we could, we had sex all the time in every imaginable position. She couldn’t keep her hands off of me. All she wanted was sex. She even tried to give me a blowjob while she was babysitting her cousins it got so bad. I didn’t let her though. I always used condoms even though I never ejaculated. Except once. After about a three hour blow job she jerked me off with hand cream and I just splattered the wall with semen. It had to be repainted.

The relationship eventually ended with me being the bad guy, but it had to happen. It just wasn’t going to lead anywhere except a pregnancy and me giving up on med school. Every once in a while, I still miss her cute little squeals and the way she’d light up when she saw me. I even miss those times she would belch in my ear and gross me out to the point of nausea. I hope she has fond, pleasant memories of me too.

My current sexual relationships have been quite satisfying and I owe it ALL to the confidence I gained from having such a responsive girlfriend for my first love.

God bless you, Shawna.

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