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Guilty

Age when it happend: 19
Where it happened: at home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight

I came across this site recently, and was surprised to read how many unusual and unlikely events were considered as “first time”. I attended an all girls college in my home town and I remember from early days that I was not sure why the boyfriend thing entertained so many.I was sometimes more interested in the girl telling the story, than the story itself. My father died when I was three and my mother struggled to survive, but she managed. Among my college friends were identical twins, both outgoing, with beautiful characters; one was soft natured and the other was more robust. At the end of the college era, I was among the several girls who elected to go to the coastal city hospital to train as nurses. We lived & trained at the hospital. The soft natured twin was in the group and the other twin stayed on the property. I thought about her often.I knew her as a good friend. As my other friends got boyfriends during that first year I was electing for the occasional casual date and I was feeling confused, event though I was not depressed about it. I was wondering which way I would go. As a group, we were socially active and involved in the hospital fundraising and had a great time. I missed the other twin. The one that was in the course with me had a great steady guy. He was a handsome devil, a country boy with his own transport, doing engineering and was really attentive. He was intellegent & great in the crowd, but I noticed over time that his g/f twin would make arrangements then cancel at the last minute, even stand him up. He didn’t deserve that; she was fickle, not like her sister. I felt bad for him,yet,I must admit I felt I would like to know him. They broke up. About a month later I was asked to attend a formal function at City Hall with senior Hospital Staff and needed an escort. My thoughts were still with him. I eventually rang him and in that conversation he admitted he should have broken up earlier because he had been gaining interest in me. I was happy with that but it confused me further. He agreed to be my partner and on the night, we both turned out determined to make this special. This was my chance to decide, one way or the other. Was I being selfish, was he my guinea pig? I did feel guilty, but I was determined to decide. He wore black tie & tails and gave me a beautifully presented orchid; he was the perfect boy and that really turned my head; I was determined to make this the night. As we joined the table group, I sat him down and, like others had done, I sat on his knee. It hardly worked with so many stiffened petticoats under my best ball gown. As we danced, the effect felt the same; fashionable but very impractial when persuing an intimate and sexy atmosphere. As we moved I couldn’t get the full length feel of the boy so I asked him if I was dancing too close. He said, how can you with a full wardrobe. I took his hand and got him to escort me to the rest room area. I discretely romoved my underslips, checked them in at the cloakroom and returned to the floor. He was amazed at the difference. By the time we had clung to each other for one full round of the floor, I could feel every inch of him. This was going to work after all. I was very attentive and I was all over him during the supper break. As I lead him back to the dancefloor, line astern, I was holding his hand behind me. I stopped suddenly and as he took the next step my hand felt his full penis. I was then determined to resolve my confusion before the night was through. As we danced during the rest of the evening, it all became so intensely sexy; he was following my lead. After we left the City Hall in the early hours of the morning, we were both quiet as we contemplated the possibilities. He asked me if I would prefer to go back to my hometown tonight instead of catching a train tomorrow, or was I staying at the hospital for the weekend. I accepted his ‘suggestion’ as long as I can drop off the petticoats & pick up a few things as we go past the hospital. It took over an hour to arrive home . Mum was asleep & I made a cup of coffee. Being the gentleman, he suggested he continue the trip to his own home further up the Highway. I put a stop to that, as we sat at the kitchen table staring at each other. I showed him his bedroom, set off the kitchen; I left the door partly opened with the excuse that the squeeking hinge was likely to disturb & I made my was to my room off the hall. I changed quickly & returned to the kitchen & turned off the light. I made sure I could see him changing. I was absolutely hot in the pants, making oil and breathing eratically. I put my hands in my pj pants to rub a little & check all was well. As he stood in his undies I gently rattled on his door with my fingernails & casually strolled in to see if he was comfortable. I know he was expecting me – he didn’t blush or cover up. I stood one pace clear of him, looked up at him and thanked him for the best night of my life. The kiss that followed was the most consuming event I had ever experienced. He didn’t care that his penis was now rock hard and sticking into me; I could feel the full length of the real man. He slowly undressed me & sat me on the edge of the bed. I knew that I was emitting that ‘girl aroma’, I also detected a slightly sweaty awareness because of my excitement, I also expect that the sheet where I was sitting was very moist. I watched him remove his undies to reveal a perfect body; a straight up fully erect penis, well hung balls and black pubic hair; I wasn’t aware of anything else. I reached out and cupped his balls in my right hand and wrapped my left hand around the shaft of the magnificent six or seven inch weapon. This is what I had been feeling all night. I really wanted to taste it; to put the tip in my mouth; will he think I am dirty, or a whore if I do it? He lay alongside and pulled me over to him. We both fumbled for a short time as we explored each other. He kept telling me to stop ‘I’m nearly there’, we’d rest a while & start again. He knew little about the female form. He fumbled through my pubic hair, found my wet slit, ran his fingers up and down till he realised the entrance was well below where he had expected. He rubbed over my clit several times, not knowing the signifence of it. We were both out of control. I opened my legs fully and he rolled over on top. After a few attempts, I finally took his shaft and put it in the right place. He was gentle, he was huge inside me and as I lifted myself up to ease the entry his slid in the last inch or so. I was no longer a virgin. The sensation of the entry is something I will always remember. As he bottomed out I thought I would split in two. The sensation of us both exploding at once is something I have never achieved since. It was the greatest night ever. Very caring, very complete. We didn’t date again and I cannot understand why. Did he suspect it was my way of sorting out my preference? Didn’t he enjoy my company? Did he suspect I was pre-occupied with thoughts of the twin as we bared our soul that night. I did feel guilty.

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