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Dan and Helen

Age when it happend: 17
Where it happened: her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight

My story takes place in the mid-eighties and I guess like
a lot of people it involved some confused but exciting
exploration. I went to a Catholic boys school but with a
Catholic girls school quite close by. In fact the two
schools competed as one in sports competitions and there
were a lot of (carefully supervised) social activities
between the schools.

Like a lot of the kids at my school, at 17 I was reasonably
well adjusted except that I had relatively little contact
with girls. In my earlier years of high school I was a
fairly gangly looking kid but as I got older I seemed to
grow into my body a bit more. I was about 6 ft with short
sandy hair and a fairly nondescript face. I could safely
say that I was average. My body wasn’t too bad because I
was in the swimming squad. I was pretty shy however.

Despite our relative lack of experience with girls, my
friends and I knew quite a few of them but didn’t know how
to make that all important move from talking, to kissing
girls. A couple of my more distant friends had girlfriends
but my closest friends and I could only dream and wish.
Nevertheless, we talked about and compared girls constantly.

During the year a number of dances were held and we attended
each one hopefully, only to have teenage awkwardness
overcome us. We would end up talking to a lot of girls but
get no further. Looking back I can see that the girls were
going through much the same experience. Everyone was afraid
to make the first move.

At one particular dance, my friends decided to play a trick
on me. I was outside talking to another male friend when
they sent a note over to a group of girls we distantly knew.
The note said that Dan (me) liked a girl called Helen. I
barely knew Helen. She was an especially shy, quiet girl
who studied hard and was a good long distance runner. They
had picked her, I guess, because she was so quiet. I was
also pretty quiet. A couple of her friends took the note
seriously and came over to talk about Helen and I. The guys
were happy and kept the joke going since it was paying
dividends for them.

As a result of all the discussion and with no input from
Helen or I it was decided that the whole group, boys and
girls, would go out on Friday night so the two of us could
get to know each other with supportive friends around. I
think everyone was thrilled they were going out with members
of the opposite sex.

Somehow the guys persuaded me to go out that Friday night.
We all went to see a movie, James Bond, from memory. Helen
and I were manouvered close together all the time and
eventually we ended up speaking. I don’t know why but there
was something about her that made her easy to talk to.
Instead of my usual awkwardness I talked and joked with her
and we actually got on pretty well. At the end of the night
I asked her if she would go out with me the following
Friday, just the two of us. That was a major achievement
for me. Even more amazing, she said yes.

All week I thought about Helen. She had dark brown hair and
very dark eyes. She had a light tan but looked vaguely half
Asian. She was certainly pretty and perhaps beautiful.
Helen had large breasts and a slim waist. One of my friends
said she had the look of a teenage girl that was ripe and
ready for sex. That was probably true. She didn’t act sexy
and she wasn’t aware of her own good looks but she moved
with a grace and ease that made her seem very sexy to me.
She looked like a girl who was learning what her body did
to men but wasn’t sure how to make use of the information.

On the Friday of our date, we went to another movie. I
expected little from the evening and would have been
satisfied with a kiss at the end of the night. We had fun
and laughed a lot. I think she felt comfortable with me,
as I did with her. By the time we got to her house (in my
mum’s borrowed car) I sensed that while we were at ease
with each other there was a very strong tension between us,
as if we were both waiting for something to happen.

She surprised me when she asked if I wanted to come in for
a while. She said her mum and dad had gone away and her
sister was a nurse on night duty. Our basic excuse for me
going in with her was so she could show me a trophy she had
won for running.

Once inside the tension heightened. We were sitting close
together on a couch talking about all the couples at school
who had, or might pair off. I said that I had never had a
girlfriend. She said that she really wanted a boyfriend.
The next thing I knew we were kissing. She had such soft
lips. We kissed for a long time. Somehow she ended up on
top of me. My hands were running up and down her body. She
was wearing a knee length skirt which, amidst all the
kissing and caressing ended up around her waist. Underneath
she wore plain, white panties.

She must have been able to feel how hard I was. Without
either of us planning it we were grinding against each
other as our kisses got hotter and longer. Then my hand
went uder her top to her bra strap. She stopped kissing and
asked if I wanted her to take it off. She took off the bra
but kept her top on, in that interesting way girls have.

Now I could feel her nipples against my chest. Then in the
course of our kissing, my shirt was unbuttoned. Her top was
hitched up with some subtle assistance from both of us. And
without quite being able to believe it was happening, her
beautiful breasts were against my skin.

Things progressed pretty quickly after that. We slid,
together, off the couch and onto the carpet. This time I
was on top. I lowered my head and kissed her breasts. I
sucked and licked her nipples softly and slowly. I heard
for the first time that wonderful sound of a woman moaning
with pleasure. We were both getting fairly breathless and
worked up. Lying beside her now, I slid a hand under her
skirt and gently rubbed her panties. I could feel the heat
of her and her wetness. She moaned louder and said that we
should stop. I didn’t and she didn’t protest again. I
rubbed her slowly, trying to remember any bits of advice I
had read in the rare Penthouse magazine that I’d got my
hands on. Whatever I was doing must have been OK because
she arched her back and moaned louder as I continued.

Then, when things seemed to be going so well, she pulled my
hand away. Instead of stopping me though, she murmured
something and simply lifted her hips and slid her panties
down and off. Then she lifted her mouth to mine and allowed
my hand to find its way back to her wetness. I slid my
hand up and down her virgin pussy. Soon a finger was
sliding inside her and her reactions changed to long low
pants of pleasure. A second finger joined the first and I
felt her fingernails dig into my back. She stopped my again,
this time to remove her skirt and then she laid back on the
carpet, naked. In the soft light she looked beautiful,
almost angelic. Her eyes were looking into mine. She ran
her hands over my body for several minutes as we kissed.
Then she whispered to me asking if we could take my pants
off. It was a joint operation as together we slid them off. I was in my underwear and the hardness of my cock was easy for her to see. She asked if I would take them off too. I was an average six and a half inches and the look on her face told me she had never seen an erect penis before. She touched it tentatively at first as I slowly began touching her again.

I slid two fingers into her and rubbed up and down her
vagina for some time. She held my cock in her hand as I did
so. I was glad she didn’t stroke me because I would have
exploded very quickly. She was panting as we kissed and
occasionally she had to pull her mouth from mine as the
feelings overwelmed her. Then she whispered urgently, “Dan,
do you want to do it? I have to take the pill because my
periods weren’t settling down. It’s Ok.”

I looked at her for several seconds and asked if she was
sure. She simply nodded and kissed me again. Through either
natural instinct or good luck we maneouvered into a
position where my cock met her pussy lips. Then gently I
began to push into her. It was much easier than I expected
but so much more wonderful. I loved the feeling of tightness
as my cock entered her. I knew I wouldn’t last long. She
whispered that it only hurt a little and to keep going.

Slowly I began to thrust. Her arms were wrapped around me.
I could hear her desperate pants of pleasure close to my
ear. I felt my orgasm build and build. I whispered, “Helen,
are you sure?”

She panted quickly, “Yes, I want to feel it.”

I thrust harder and deeper then, losing control. I could
see that it was a little more painful for her but she
didn’t ask me to stop and I couldn’t anyway. Her eyes were
scrunched up tightly but her mouth was open and she was
moaning softly. Then with one final deep stroke I felt
myself explode inside her. I could feel my semen filling
her as waves of pleasure overtook me. I felt embarrassed
that I had lasted for such a short time. But if Helen felt
shortchanged she didn’t say it. Instead she hugged me and
said, “Thank you, Dan.”

We awkwardly got dressed again and a few minutes later
Helen showed me to the door. We kissed goodnight, both
feeling a little bemused and confused by what had happened. As I left she said, “Will you ring me tomorrow, Dan.”

I promised I would. I did too. And that led to a lot of
other fun times with Helen. We went out for a few more
months. Then I guess we just wanted to try other people.
We gradually drifted apart and broke up mutually. We were
still friendly but our lives took us further and further
apart. I last heard of her 6 or 7 years ago and I heard
she was engaged then. She is probably married with kids
now, the same as me. I hope so. She was a nice person and
a beautiful woman. I’m happily married now but I still like
to remember that exciting and unexpected first time.

If we met again I’m sure we would both be responsible
parents and partners, perhaps with not much in common but
I hope the memory of that first time and all those others
is as nice for her as it is for me.



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