Where it happened: home/bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
when it happened 15
age now 34
where my room at home
I was a sophomore in high school, and that is the first year in our town, so I was on the bottom of the social scale there and was not having any luck with the girls, as the cute ones all got asked out by older guys, and who wanted to go out with the plain ones, eh? My sister Nancy was in 8th grade, still at the junior high, and her best friend Wendy was always hanging around at our house. One day at the bus stop somebody made a rude comment to my sister and Wendy and I came to their defense and told him to leave them alone, Nancy was my sister and they were good kids. I didnÆt think too much of it but apparently the girls, especially Wendy, thought I was quite the hero for defending them that after school she just came up to me and gave me a kiss right on the lips. It was such a shock, I suppose I just stood there looking stupid, couldnÆt say anything at all. My heart was doing little butterfly ripples inside and my brain was totally short-circuited trying to figure out why this cute friend of my sister I had known all my life had suddenly up and kissed me. She said, æThank you for standing up for us at the bus stop todayö, and gave me the most beautiful smile I had ever seen I my life. I had never considered her as a potential girlfriend but my thoughts were beginning to race and I looked her up and down, noticing that she had started to blossom, her tits were poking out from her blouse a little and her ass had some curve to it. Still young, at 14 skinny as you might expect, but she had a curly head of hair and looked quite feminine to me at that moment.
I stammered some sort of youÆre welcome and she took my hand, now that I think of it, it was sort of forward for a 14 year old girl, but I certainly wasnt thinking clearly enough to take the first step, so I sort of just went with the flow. We walked around holding hands for a while and then sat down on the bench in the side garden, sitting close together and our hips were touching. I was falling I love in about a sort half an hour and I felt like she could read my mind. We talked for a while and then she said she had to go home for dinner (she only lived 4 houses away on my street) but if I wanted her to she could come back and we could do something later. I agreed of course, again not very articulately, and then she leaned against me, I could feel her tits against my chest, and kissed me again, this time with more feeling and some light tongue tickling my lips. I swear I disappeared into an ozone layer for 5 minutes and when we surfaced we both just looked at each other and Whew! was all we both could say. Needless to say I was very excited about her coming over later that night.
I have a room in the basement of my house, not much for a view, but it had a separate entrance from the side yard and I had often used it to sneak out or in when I didnÆt want my parents to know I was out. And it was through that door that Wendy came quietly sneaking in after dark and tapped on my open door, just peeking her head around, and said, ôcan I come in?ö Of course I said yes and jumped up off my bed to greet her, we held hands for a moment and both of us were feeling a little shy. We were used to being friends, actually she was my sisters friend, not so much mine, and embarking on this new adventure was breathtaking to a teenage mind full of fantasy and empty of experience. Yes I had kissed a few girls, but it was all very fumbling and awkward and for the most part nothing beyond kissing had ever happened to me.
ôThat was a nice kiss this afternoonö Wendy said with a smile, a little less nervous than me.
ôIt sure was.ö I couldnÆt help but agree. And I surely wanted more, but was too insecure to ask directly for it, so I was hoping she could read my mind, or my body language, or my goofy facial expression. Or something. She seemed to sense that she was going to have to take the initiative here, and said ôdo you think we should do it some more?ö
ôYes I believe I do think that would be a good ideaö I said, although inside I was saying æyou bet your beautiful ass I doö, and immediately we went into an awkward embrace and kissed for a minute or two, but it was not the same chemistry as this afternoon.
ôMaybe we should sit down or something.ö Wendy said to me. I looked around and saw I had only one chair in my room, and said back to her, ôweÆll have to sit on the bed, I have only one chair in here.ö Of course I could have gone out to get another but neither of us really wanted that and so we did not suggest it. We sat n the bed, a little nervous, and held hands for a minute and then she leaned against me, and I turned towards he and we kissed again, for longer this time, and it really was getting emotionally quite intense. My heart was racing and I could feel her breathing against me faster than before. We broke the kiss and looked into each others eyes and with an unspoken agreement we hiked up on the bed and lay down next to each other, both wearing thin summer shorts and light shirts, and went into a full embrace side by side on the bed, arms around each other and kissing now with open mouths and rubbing against each other and stroking each others backsides. I was humping my fully erect penis up against her and I could feel her pushing back against me. Now I was ready to take a little more initiative.
I rolled up on top of her and felt her legs part beneath me. Never stopping kissing, we were humping against each other in the age old rhythm of love and when I reached down to re-align my penis inside my shorts she allowed us to separate a little and then locked her legs around my legs as we came back together and she was making these little mewing noises as we kissed and dry humped and I swear we did not break that posture for at least half an hour. I wanted to come, in the worst way, and I could tell by the flush on her neck and upper chest that she was very excited too. So I leaned away to one side and started feeling her tits through her shirt as we continued to kiss. I could feel her nipples standing up, her tits are pretty small, but her nipples felt like they had a life of their own. I must be very empathic or something because I was sure I knew exactly what effect this was having on her, I have that ESP kind of sensitivity even now and I could tell she was ready for more but now I would have to take the lead. I unbuttoned her shirt and started to lick and gently suck on her tits. I could tell she loved it. Then, while I was kissing her tits I reached down and started rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her thin shorts. I didnÆt really know how to do this, but she humped up against me and made a new kind of sound in her throat, deeper than the mewing sound, more of a moan, very sexy it was for me, and I could tell for her as well, her moaning and me kissing her tits.
Next I took the step that I knew was the critical one for us, and I gently took her wrist and guided her hand down and over to my cock, which was tenting out the front of my gym shorts. She tensed a little when she first felt it, I dot know if it was her first time (and I didnÆt care, either) touching a boys penis, but she relaxed right away and took it in her grip and squeezed me just right, not too hard and not too soft. Her hand went down and felt the full length of the shaft and then cupped my balls and sort of weighed them. It felt absolutely wonderful. I then took her hand and moved it up to the elastic waistband of my shorts and sort of stuck her fingers under he waistband. She took the hint immediately and reached in and grasped my shaft with a loving firm grip and started jacking me up and down in what was my very first hand job. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and I must have made some funny noises, because she said in my ear, ôGo ahead Robby, I want you to come, its OK.ö I didnÆt need any encouragement and let loose my first male-female orgasm, spurting and grunting as she stroked away and got her hand and the inside of my shorts all covered with the wet sticky cum. It was wonderful, but there was more to come, as she had her own pleasure in mind as well as mine.
I was smiling like an idiot, and we were kissing as passionately as before, and Wendy took a hold of my wrist and guided it to the waist of her shorts, which were not elasticized like mine, and gently hinted at me to insert my hand into them. But they were too tight, so I tried to undo the buttons and the zipper opening. Not being very experienced at this, I was fumbling around for a while and she, a little bit impatiently, reached over to help me and quickly unbuttoned the 2 buttons and then quickly unzipped the zipper. I will never forget the magic feel of my first wet pussy as I slid my hand into her shorts and slid into the wet crevasse of her slit. She drew in her breath with the sensation and I started stroking my fingers up and down and shortly found the opening to her vagina and inserted my middle finger up inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet and tight, I know now that her hymen had already been broken and whether from her own explorations or anothers, she was not a virgin, but at the time this was not on my mind at all, even in the back recesses. I stroked my finger inside and out of her, not really knowing to go for the clitoris, but she seemed to be enjoying it just as I was doing it so I was feeling pretty confident I was doing it just right. I was hard again, and rubbing up against her thigh, kind of gripping her leg between my two legs and humping up against her, I was hyper sensitive from having so recently come that it just felt wonderful and I was thinking this is as good as it gets.
But dear Wendy knew better and she reached down and pulled off her shorts in a quick wriggling motion and then in another motion squirmed her slender body underneath mine and spread her legs and wrapped them around me, her wet pussy grinding against my crotch with only the thin jersey fabric of my gym shorts to separate us. Well, I was no dummy and reached down and pulled my shorts down and before either of us had another second to think about it I was inside her tight hot pussy up to my balls and we were pulsing away at each other like there was absolutely nothing else in the entire universe except our grinding, sweating bodies and the incredible pleasure of penis inside vagina stroking in and out and bumping the full depth of my meat into her juicy hot pussy until we both started cumming together, thrashing and moaning and kissing and arms around each other holding tight as we could and draining the sexual essence from each other and giving it back magnified tenfold. It all lasted only a few minutes and we collapsed in a sweaty united bundle on my bed, and just looked at each others eyes in wonder and amazement and it was altogether a very magical moment, I tell you the truth.
But neither one of us made any move to separate, perhaps now in my middle years I might take a breather, but, then at 15 years old I was ready to go again after only a minute of fresh kissing and didnÆt think twice about it. We didnÆt think twice about birth control either, or even once, and luckily for us nothing came of it, but we just started up where we left off and, still in the missionary position, me on top, her gripping her legs around mine and pulling me deeper into her, we fucked for another hour, sweating like athletes and grinding up into each other as if the end of the world was at hand. I amazes me now that nobody came down to my room, guess I had them privacy trained well, but we just fucked our brains out until neither of us could take any more and then Wendy said she had to go home. I didnÆt protest too much, because I was sure this was going to be a regular event, and we promised to see each other at the bus stop tomorrow.
I wish this had some forever after happy ending, but the next day at the bus stop she took me aside and said ôI am so sore, I am afraid you might have hurt meö. Well, I felt sore too, but I wasnt complaining, but she was afraid she was injured or caught some disease and no amount of reassurance would convince her and we never did it again. With each other, that is, because we both had new partners within a month and I for one have never looked back at that day without fondness and happiness for the passionate deflowering skinny Wendy gave me that fateful spring day in my own bedroom.
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