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Romantic

Age when it happend: 15
Where it happened: By a river
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight

I am a hopeless romantic, that’s no secret. I lived in the country then. Mike was a neighboor… sort of. In the country, your closest neighboor is usually about a half-a mile away. Mike and lived close and rode the bus together as children. Because of the lack of children around, we became friends fast. Then later, as we started getting older, we drifted a bit. In my 8th year of school I had to go to summer school for failing history, and so did he. He started comming over to my house durring the day and we became best friends again fast. We spent almost every day together. In the evening, he would sneak out of his house and walk to mine, throw rocks at my window, I’d open it, and he’d climb up a tree next to my window and into my bedroom. We would spend all night talking, nothing sexual about it. If I had a problem, he was there. He’d hold me in his arms and we’d lay there like that until dawn, just being best friends. When the sun rose, he would sneak back to his house. When the summer ended, we were inseperable. Freshman year in highschool was the same way, us being best friends. By the end of freshman year my parents informed me that we’d be moving to another state that summer. When I told Mike, he was about as sad as I was. We promessed to stay best friends though. As summer began, I saw more of Mike than ever. One night when he woke me up, he didn’t come inside. Instead he asked me to come with him for a walk. I trusted Mike, so I went. Still in my pj’s and tennis shoes, we walked for a long time. We talked about my new house (we just bought and were leaving in less than a month). When he stopped, I looked around at a field with a river cutting through it that we were standing next to. There was a single, out of place, tree there. Next to the tree was some blankets layed out on the ground and some lanterns… They were called that, but they were pretty much just big candels. We sat down on the blanket and he confesed his heart to me. He told me that through our friendship, he had fallin in love with me. He was a great looking guy; nice body, short brown hair, and a dimple in his chin. He had just broken up with his girlfriend and told me the real reason is because he realised he wanted me instead. I knew he wasn’t a vergin and he knew I was, we were best friends and knew everything about each other. He told me he wouldn’t force anything on me, but with me leaving, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He then leaned over and kissed me. I, then, realised that I loved him too. I kissed him back. Shortly after our first kiss, we were stripping off each other’s clothes and laying down on the blanket. As he took off my boxer shorts and panties. He then shoved 2 fingers into my virgina and started to finger-fuck me. The feeling was great, and I had no idea it could get better. I was very un-expirenced, very much a country girl. He then replaced his fingers with his mouth. I had my first orgasm. When I opened my eyes, he had finished undressing himself. I saw how hard he was and decided to return the favor. I knelt over his penis and placed my mouth over it, licking it and sucking on it. He started moaning and whispering my name, over and over. The fact he was getting pleasure got me hotter. He then pulled my head off of his dick. He then layed me on my back and shoved his penis into me. He penetrated me, and seemed to get a great pleasure out of that. Each thrust was more magical than anything I had ever expected. I noticed how much work he was doing though and rolled him onto his back. I then used my knees to elevate myself while I slammed into him. We both moaned and climaxed at almost the same time. Thank god it was far out in the country. Afterword, we layed in each other’s arms, kissing occasinally. He told me that though he had loved his other girlfriends, his love for me was so strong, it made sex 10 times better. When the stars started to fade and light started to enter the endless sky around us, we headed back home. After that night, he took me back to that place durring day, night, and any time he could to make love to me, each time better than the last but ending too soon. The day I moved away from Mike was the sadest day of my life. We made love 2 hours before I left. Afterward I cried because I loved him too much to leave him. I did leave him though. We have seen each other twice since the day I moved, but we haven’t had sex since. I miss him and still love him after 2 years of being appart. I have a boyfriend, but in the back of my heart know that he will never take the place of Mike. I wait for the day when I can be with my best friend, my lover, my love again.

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