Where it happened: school
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I smiled back and told her that nobody had ever been interested in me that way.
She seemed shocked, and said that she’d overheard my name in the change rooms
on more than one occasion. Of course I pressed her for information, but she
wouldn’t give me any, so I gave up the point and said, “Well, tell them that if they
are sending me signals, I’m not catching them.”
Then, all of a sudden, she moved closer to me and kissed me on the lips. I was
dumbfounded, and all I could do was sit there, motionless as a stone. She pulled
back and looked at me and said, “Oh no! I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”
I replied immediately, “No, no not at all… I… I…” I grinned and said, “I liked it!”
She smiled and looked at me. I could tell that something was expected of me, and I
slowly took her in my arms and started to kiss. As we kissed, she delicately slipped
her tongue between my lips and the kiss accelerated. When our lips finally broke, I
said, “We really had better go somewhere else, or else we’ll be caught.”
With a sly grin she opened her purse and took from it her father’s office key. “He
asked me to pick up some papers from his office,” she said.
We walked down the dark corridor to her dad’s office and she slipped the key in the
lock. The knob turned, and with the light coming through the window we could see
the small couch that he had placed in there. She slowly closed and locked the door,
and we sat down on the couch. “So, what now?” she said with a mischevious grin.
I just took her in my arms again, and we started the kiss right where we left off. I
was oblivious. She took my arm with her hand, and slowly started stroking it. She
worked her way to the hand and then slowly brought it up to her breast. I placed my
hand tentatively on her warm breast, and then started to caress it. Suddenly, I felt a
nipple become harder and as I rubbed I let my fingers linger at the little nub through
her clothes.
“You know, I’ve never gone this far with a guy before,” she confessed, slightly
embarrassed. From the way she said it, and from the gossip grapevine, I knew that
she was telling the truth.
“Are you sure that you’re comfortable with this,” I asked her. “I think so – it feels
nice,” was her reply.
I started to stroke her long, golden hair and moved on to her earlobes and neck. By
this time, my penis was fully erect and aroused – and I was worried that I might be
put in the embarrassing position of having to walk home with a telltale wet spot in
my trousers.
The rest seems like some corny soft porn movie. It really does. I slipped my hand
under her t-shirt and continued to caress as our lips danced. Then, my nerve
growing, I unclasped her bra and freed her beautiful soft freckeled breasts. She
moved her hand to my belt and started to unfasten it. “Is this okay?” she asked
I think I replied, “Of course” but by that time, I wasn’t sure of anything. She took me
in her hand and as her soft fingers touched me I was almost sure I was going to
explode.
Then, out of the blue, she said, “I know there’s some condoms in here for a
demonstration for health class. Should I get one?”
I was not going to refuse! As I clumsily slipped it on, she removed the rest of her
clothes, then mine. She lay on the ground, and I on top of her. As to be expected,
once I finally made my way in to her, I was done. But she didn’t seem to notice.
We lay there cuddling for half an hour, then realizing that it was almost 9:30 we got
quickly dressed and went downstairs to the bus to go home.
Everytime we saw each other, we reminded ourselves of what had happened, but it
never went any further than that. In fact, my next woman wouldn’t be until after my
eighteenth birthday; as for her, I don’t know because at the end of middle school my
family moved across the country. We kept in touch for a while (the occasional
letter) but by 1993 the communications had petered out.
I have no regrets, and I hope that she doesn’t as well. I guess I will never know.
But every once in a while, when I’m laying in bed, I will move through the events of
that night step by step and enjoy the memory that is, my first time.
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