Where it happened: My bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
We met at Camp Arcadia on Lake Michigan three years ago. Camp Arcadia is a Lutheran camp for families and young adults. Jeff was there with his Uncle and Aunt and their son (his cousin), and I was there with my parents.During the morning there are lectures with various speakers and round-table discussions, and during the afternoon, there are recreational activities — tennis, horse shoes, volleyball, swimming, etc. We met during one of the lectures. Later on, we saw each other out on the beach, and I thought he was an absolute doll. Beautiful body in his red and white striped swim trunks. He complimented me on mine — a green and yellow bikini.
After dinner in the evening, we’d wander off from the rest and meet out on the beach again, and would walk down Lake Michigan toward one end, where there was a large wooden bench. There we would sit and talk. The first week, we didn’t do much, but the second week, we were really “making out”. While kissing me, Jeff had his arm around me and was fondling my breasts, underneath my bikini top.His fingers twirled around my erect nipples. I knew it was not right, but I let him do it, because it felt so good. On our last night there that first year, I let him put his hand into my bikini bottoms and feel my bush and finger my vagina with his long fingers. I knew this was probably wrong too, but he wanted to feel my body so badly, I just couldn’t deny him. He also wanted me to give him a blow job, but I refused. Instead, I did have him take off his swim trunks, and massaged him off so as to relieve his erection and his sperm ended up all over the sand. He thanked me for that, and told me that he loved me. Massaging his erection really did turn me on.
I found out that first year that we both lived in Grand Rapids, but we attended different high schools. We did manage to see each other acouple of times during the school year, and went to the movies, where we made out as best we could,and he kept after me to let him have sex with me, but I always told him No — that, I told him, will have to wait.
The next Summer, we met again there at Arcadia, and were so happy to see each other. We got together as often as we could, after dinner, out on the beach — down there by the large wooden bench. This time, Jeff was a little more insistant. He kept telling me that he wanted to have sex — real sex! There were nights when I removed my bikini top for him,for him to play with my breasts, and other nights when I removed both my top and bottom for him. The beach was usually deserted down at that end, and no one was around. I loved it as he massaged my publo hair and fingered my vagina and clitoris. He begged me and begged me to have sex with him there on the bench or on the sand, but I always said No. Both he and I had both been taught that sex before marriage was wrong, and I kept reminding him of this. I guess everything else that we did was considered wrong, too, but somehow, I made a distinction.
Once again that second year,he also begged me to at least give him a blow job, but again I said No. But after some coaxing, as he sat there on the bench with his swim suit off, with his stiff hard-on, I did finally give in, and kissed his erection in various places along the shaft and ending at the tip. It was a very pleasurable sensation for me as I was doing it, and it satisfied him by allowing him to “come” several times.
During this past year we kept in touch with Emails and text messages, and we got together three or four times. Each time he’d send me a message or see me in person, Jeff would say: “Jennifer, I really want to fuck you. I love you and I want to make love to you for the rest of my life!”
We had really explored each other’s bodies in about every way possible, without actually having sex, so I finally gave in and told Jeff, in late January of 2007, that I would let him have sex with me on Valentine’s day, as a very special gift for him, if he could find a place for us.
Jeff found and rented a very nice room at the Holiday Inn on the outskirts of Grand Rapids last February 14. We told our parents we were going to the movies. He picked me up around 7:30 P.M., and we drove out to the room, where he checked us in. A friend of his happened to be the night clerk at the motel and so there was no problem.
Before our lovemaking began, we took off our clothes and enjoyed a wonderfully warm shower together, sudsing each other up, and pressing our bodies against each other as the water flowed over us. Then we toweled each other off and got into this King sized bed. Jeff was kissing me all over as I lay there, from my mouth to my neck to my breasts to my abdomen and vaginal area. I could see Jeff’s stiff penis just quivering to enter me, but before he did, I said, “Jeff, you brought a condom, didn’t you?” To this he replied, “Gosh, Jennifer, I don’t want to fuck a rubber tube, I want to fuck YOU” And he resumed kissing me over my entire body. I was in 7th heaven, and he kept say, “Jennifer, I’ve just got to have you!Please let me fuck you. PLEASE! You PROMISED me!”
And so I finally, gave in, and he began thrusting into my vagina eagerly,lifting my buttocks into his manhood, and as his sperm began to ascend inside me, he kept saying, “Oh God, Jenny, this is so good. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” And I started to respond to him, thrusting myself into his body. The feeling was absolutely magnificent. The more he came inside me, the more I wanted. I could feel the tip of his penis exploring and touching the very end of my love tunnel and it sent shivers throughout my body — my first orgasms! I felt no pain whatsoever. Only pleasure.
We stayed there in the motel for about two hours, making love in several ways, before we decided to call it a night and go home.
Since that time last year, we’ve gotten together about a half-dozen other times to make love, and each time it’s been more wonderful than the last. Since we were very lucky that first time, I’ve since managed to get on birth control, and so I don’t have to worry very much.Jeff does not like to use condoms. He feels it’s just “too unnatural”
Somehow, Jeff and I have adjusted our thinking to the point where we think that sex between two single consenting adults is O.K. That is not what our parents think, and it is not what we were taught, but we feel that times have changed. When we finish college, Jeff and I hope to marry, and are committed to each other. Until the time comes for us to tie the knot, we are enjoying our love-making to the fullest extent possible.When we join our bodies together,it is like we are in a dream world.
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day again, and the anniversary of our first real sex. We will be at the motel again, and will FUCK each other’s brains out! Our gift to each other.
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