Where it happened: Hotel Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I was 15 when it happened. Tristan and I had become great friends over the course of about 6 months. When I met him, he told me he was interested in me, but at that time, I was dating someone. I could tell he was upset at the fact, but he respected it. After about 3 months, “Kyle” (my boyfriend) and I had broken up. I worked with Tristan and saw him every weekend. He found out that I had broken up with “Kyle”, but he didn’t show any interest anymore. At the time I was a little disappointed, but I figured, there’s TONS of guys here at work, it’s not that big of a loss. But I was still very attracted to him.
One Saturday night, after work, I decided that, with another friend of mine that I usually rode home from work with (my job was about 30 minutes away) that we were going to go out to dinner with Tristan and about 4 other friends. After that, Tristan and the 4 others usually all got a hotel room each weekend because many of them drove over an hour for each weekend of work. He asked if we wanted to stay – we just had to give him $10 to help cover the price of the room. Okay, this would be fun, I thought.
When we got to the hotel room, we all sat around and watched “Speed.” My friend “Vince” started giving me a backrub. I was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Trsitan, who was sitting next to “Vince” starting giving him dirty looks. “Vince” whispered something to me (I never did understand him) and moved to the floor next to his girlfriend. Tristan then began to give me a backrub. When his hands touched me, I felt tiny shocks flow through my body. It was nothing really erotic, but it was a wonderful feeling. People around the room were starting to fall asleep, and when Tristan noticed this, he lifted my chin and turned my head slightly, as he brought his lips down to kiss me. His kiss was strong, and slightly rough. I couldn’t believe that he was kissing me, so all I could really do was kiss him back. I was so surprised. Then he lifted me up onto his lap. I remember glancing around the room to notice 4 people sleeping on the floor, and one sleeping right there on the bed next to where we were sitting. He whispered, “Follow me,” and stood, leading me to the sink counter, carefully stepping over the sleeping bodies on the floor. He pressed my ass against the edge of the counter and kissed me again. He felt my breasts and it was pleasurable but it was awkward. I knew that he was experienced – he had slept with a friend of mine about a year prior and she had said that he was a great fuck. Tristan was 20 at the time.
Then he turned us around so that he was the one leaning against the counter and he moved my hands so that they were on his crotch, and I could feel his hard on begging for me through his jeans. I looked at him, and he was beautiful. He has long, brown hair and green eyes, and I knew that I wanted him but I was scared out of my mind. I had no idea what I was doing. He looked so hard at me, that I unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and felt his hot throbbing dick in my hands, as it fell immediately out of his boxers. It wasn’t very large, but still a good size (about 6″). He groaned quietly, and placed a hand on the back of my neck, pressing my head downwards. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I was so nervous about it, and honestly, it kind of grossed me out. But, I thought, I’ll do it anyways. I don’t want him to look down on me. It was obvious he knew what he was doing. I slowly knelt and took his dick in my mouth. It was an odd feeling – the skni was very soft, and I had never tasted anything like it before. I sucked gently on it and I heard him groan a little more. I was so afraid that he would cum in my mouth that I stopped and quickly stood up. He kissed me again, yanked off my shirt and lifted me onto the counter. My back hit the faucet of the sink and I felt it cut into me slightly. He practically tore off my pants and underwear, and slammed his dick inside of me. It hurt at first thrust, but then it began to feel better. I couldn’t focus on anything but the 5 people sleeping less than 5 feet away from us, not even behind a closed door. They were all in the same room!! I think he sensed this, so he lifted me up and carried me into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, and told me to straddle him. I did, and he pushed himself inside me again. It didn’t hurt anymore. I was surprised at this, because I had always heard that it hurt like hell the first time, and that you usually bled. I didn’t bleed at all. Actually, I wrapped my legs around his back and began to grind against him, pulling him deeper inside of me. I wanted him more than I realized. My fears subsided, because there was no going back now. He already wasn’t wearing protection (which was okay, because I later found out that he can’t have children). I thrust so hard against him, I wanted to scream. I had to bite his shoulder and neck to stopo myself, and I know that I bruised him. I felt him explode inside of me, and heard him gasp and groan low in his chest. He then lifted me off of him. This upset me because I had not finised. I was still as horny as hell. I began to get dressed, and left the bathroom. I sat on the floor, and noticed that two of my friends had woken up. They looked at me and knew what had gone on. Tristan didn’t come out of the bathroom. I got up again and knocked on the door quietly, and he didn’t answer, so I opened it. He sat there, in the bathtub, crying. I didn’t understand. He told me that he was sorry and that he didn’t mean to do that to me. He was my friend and he couldn’t help it, his attraction became so overwhelming and had been restrained for so long he had to have me. He felt horrible. I told him it was okay, even though I knew it wasn’t. I said I was glad my first time was with such a good friend. He told me he didn’t know it was my first time (which was a lie, because that was one of the first things I had told him after I met him). I left the room.
When I got back into the bedroom of the hotel room, I sat down and started crying. My friend “Nina” was one of the ones awake. I explained what happened, and she sympathized. “Vince”‘s brother, “Aaron” held me and rocked me. I was really upset. Tristan came out of the bathroom, without looking at me and got into bed, next to another woman. That hurt me worse than I had ever felt before. “Aaron” was the one who I fell asleep next to, in his arms – not even the man who I had just had sex with.
Tristan and I remained friends for the rest of that summer, but now we do not talk or see each other. Somehow we just kind of “died” in each other’s lives. He asked out the woman he slept next to that night the week after we had sex. They are still together, even today. I think it’s better this way.
I am now engaged, and have been with my sweetheart for 2 1/2 years now.
I really wish that my first time hadn’t been that way, I really wish I would have had my first time with my fiance. It was such a horrible experience that it haunted me sexually for the first year of my current relationship. I couldn’t even face to give my love a blowjob…things are better now, but I still have problems with another experience I had between my first and my current…but that’s another story.
Hope that your first experience was better than mine, or that it will be if you are lucky enough to have saved yourself this long.
Blessed Be!!
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