Where it happened: At my place
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
This is 24 years ago and I think it is safe to write this now. I was 21 and an instructional assistant (teacher’s aide) at a high school. I was 21 and still a virgin, no kidding. Anyway, at the school I ended up attracting the attention of a young lady named Michelle. Michelle was 15 and she was tall, thin, and had the most beautiful brown hair. It was easy to fall for her.
I really did do my best to stay on the straight and narrow, but one very rainy Friday night who shows up at my door around 8pm but Michelle. She was soaked clean through and told me a story of her being out with some friends at a nearby mall and then they ditched her so she came to my place. She called her house and there was no answer (this was before most people had answering machines) and at that point it just made sense to get her dried off.
I got her a robe and took her wet clothes down to the laundry room and popped them in the dryer. When I got back to my apartment and found a mostly dry, doe-eyed beauty I just pulled her close and kissed her. She had zero complaints.
I took her to my bedroom and got undressed down to my briefs and we got on the bed and the make-out session went a good thirty minutes. Believe it or not, at that point I got up, got dressed, and went and got her clothes from the dryer! I seriously expected her to get dressed and to be on her way.
Instead, I found her naked in my bed waiting for me. What can I say? I stripped to nothing and got in with her. It wasn’t long before I got between her legs and while we kissed I slowly slipped into her. She squeaked a little as I finally got all the way in (it was her first time, too!) and I wish I could say it was longer than a minute, but it wasn’t. Being 21, I never softened and just stayed in her and it was maybe five or ten minutes and we were at it again and this time she got off and right after that, I did too. That started a very long, nearly sleepless night of wonderful lovemaking. I’d say it must have been 4am before we finally stopped and went to sleep.
Around 10am I woke up to feel her next to me and despite her protest of being sore, I mounted her again and enjoyed her lovely body. She showered and dressed and went home and reality hit me and I frankly wondered what the heck would happen next.
Well, we managed to keep it on the sly and she became my girlfriend and that worked out just great for about nine weeks and then she told me she was pregnant. She told her parents it was some guy she had met at a party and that covered for me. Her parents decided to move and until her 20th reunion I hadn’t seen her again.
She’d had and she’d kept the baby who turned out to be a great kid who ended up going to Occidental. Michelle had married and had three more kids and her husband seemed a nice guy.
But that electricity was still there. Neither of us acted on it, but the memory of that shared first time, as bad and imperfect as it was, stuck with us. My great regret is that we had not waitied for her to be 18 when we could have married and stayed together. I’ve felt that I traded nine weeks of gratification for what could have been a lifetime of joy.
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