Where it happened: his room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
He was a year older than me by grade, two years older by age. Was? Still is; we’re still together. Anyway, we had met the summer before my sophomore year at a club (Fake ID much? Yep…), and had started dating that fall. He went to a school in the suburbs, and I didn’t drive, so we didn’t see one another all that often. We broke up, but we saw each other again on New Year’s, and he called me a few days later. We went out on a few dates before he asked me to once again be his girlfriend. I accepted. We spent that semester together; he taught me how to drive my standard Volvo (my birthday present), and we just hung out a lot. Towards summer, he started taking me nicer places: I would wear dresses and heels and he would wear chinos and we would sit outside and eat dinner, then see a play or something. He took me to a few charity benefits; he treated me like a lady. I met his parents and as June turned into July, we started spending all our time together. We would wake up in the morning, get breakfast together, plan our day, and have dinner together at his home or mine. My parents were home all day (my mother’s a preschool teacher and my dad’s a college professor), so we began to spend more time at his house (his mom’s the head of, like, a billon organizations, and his dad’s an OBGYN): we had a very undeveloped physical relationship until then: just kissing, cuddling, and a little bit of over-the-clothes touching. One afternoon he was taking a nap while I read a magazine, and suddenly, I just got the urge to jump on him. I took my shirt and bra off, and woke him up by climbing on top of him and kissing him. He was half-asleep, but started responding, rubbing against me and touching my breasts. He was surprised when he was fully concious, but just laid still and let me do most of the work. I took my pants off and he took off his clothing. I worked myself against the hard lump in his boxers, almost orgasming. He took my wrists and placed my hands on his chest for balance, then lifted me by my wiast to get my panties down to my knees. I shimmied them to my ankles,or got out of them somehow, and he got his boxers off and put on a condom (he had some hidden in a drawer in his room). He lifted me back on his hips, and I slid over him. It did hurt, and there was some blood, but neither amount was significant. Anyway, I got fucked… nearly every time since could count as more enjoyable, but knowing it’s your first time makes even the worst experience seemlike fun at the time.
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