Where it happened: Bill's bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I don’t think I could have written this when it happened, not because I didn’t want to tell the story, but rather because I wasn’t a very good writer. Now I write for a living. I get ideas over the internet. That’s how I discovered this site. I love the wide array of experiences people have had. Some I don’t like. Students and teachers, incest, older men and young girls, these all make me very sad. The exaggerations are also very easy to spot. However, most of the submissions seem very genuine. I particulary pay attention to the submissions about the very young. Sometimes these are criticized as adolescent fantasies, or the subject of prudish scolding, but I will defend them. It can happen because it happened to me. Yes it was a little awkward, and we took foolish risks, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Losing my virginity in my fourteenth year was one of the best experiences in my life. Thanks for giving me a forum to relive it.
It seems like only yesterday that I was a love struck eighth grader. 1980 was a great year. Ronald Reagan was elected president and I fell in love for the first time. His name was Bill and he was new to our school. He walked into my history class just before the bell rang. He was wearing a white polo shirt, those little OP shorts the boys all used to wear, and vans slip on skate shoes with no socks. He had long brown hair and a gold necklace. He was the cutest boy I had ever seen and I wasn’t the only girl that was looking at him. He sat right in front of me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. Several girls came up to him after class but I was the most persistant. I was blossoming into a woman and was wearing a new school outfit that showed off my 32 inch bust and shorts that just barely (heehee) met the dress code. Being 14, I didn’t dress like this to get sex, it was my way of trying to grow up and feel good about myself. I introduced myself to Bill after class and answered some of his questions about school like where his next class was. I told him I’d meet him for lunch. I could hardly concentrate on my next three classes.
Lunch went well. Bill and I hit it off nicely. I was thrilled that I got to him first. We hung out together at school alot during those first days. Soon, we were calling each other on the phone in the evenings. My dad wasn’t too happy about having a boy call and he insisted that he meet him. We invited Bill over for dinner and he made a good impression on my parents, although my dad, an ex-Marine, didn’t like his shaggy haircut. Mom did, though. Bill was allowed to come over to visit once in a while and I was allowed to go over to his house too. His parents liked me, but they worked long hours and were rarely home. I couldn’t visit Bill unless they were home. We could go to movies together, or ride bikes or go skating, all harmless activities and we enjoyed them. He was my first date to a school dance.
So how did our sex life evolve? We kissed for the first time at that dance. No tongues, but more than just a peck on the lips. I was in heaven sharing the moment with him. We both enjoyed this bodily contact and held, hugged and kissed whenever we could. We didn’t hide it from our parents, and I of course got lectured to, but nothing more. We were about two months into our relationship when it really heated up. Just after the school Halloween dance Bill and I were hugging when he asked if he could put his hand under my shirt. I smiled and told him I thought he would never ask. He slipped his fingers under my bra and tickled my nipples. It felt wonderful. Now my sex drive was wide awake. I put my hands under his shirt and rubbed his back and chest. He also loved it. Within a couple of weeks our hands made it further south and soon we were pleasuring each other to the point of orgasm. Bill’s fingers expertly stimulated my clitoris. I was rather stunned the first time he ejaculated in my hand. From then on we always made sure we had tissues to clean up afterwards. We didn’t have a lot of opportunities for this heavy petting but we enjoyed it when we did. All of our sex play took place fully clothed.
I knew sex was inevitable and I knew Bill was going to be my first. Bill knew it too. The opportunity came on the first Monday of Christmas break. By now we had a lot more freedom. Bill called me up and asked me to come over. He said he had a surprise. Well, the surprise is that he was home alone and would be all day. He greeted me at the door in his shorts, tee shirt and barefoot and we embraced and kissed. He was playing my favorite song, which at that time was Lost In Love by Air Supply. We went to his room and laid down on the bed and continued to kiss, which now involved a lot of tongue action. We looked into each others’ eyes and Bill said, “I want to show you how much I love you, but only if it’s what you want too.” I said, “Bill, let me show you how much I love you” and I removed my shirt and bra. He put one hand on each breast and tenderly massaged me, and then kissed and licked my nipples. Then he took off his shirt and we laid down on the bed in each other’s arms. Although I was looking forward to going further, I was treasuring the moment of feeling his bare chest against my bare breasts for the first time. We ran our hands over each other’s backs as our nipples pressed against each other. Again, out tongues were entwined and our bodies were heating up. He then said, “wait a second” and he got up and put on the song Lost In Love again. Then he removed his shorts and laid down naked next to me. I had masturbated him, but I had never seen his penis. It looked to be about five inches long, and it was very, very hard. I had read and heard about oral sex, but I wasn’t ready to try it, so I gently began to stroke his bare penis. I didn’t stimulate him to the point of orgasm, because I wanted him to be able to perform the real act of sex. I had no idea how much a boy was capable of. I then removed the rest of my clothes. Again we kissed and I said, “Bill, I love you. I’m ready now.” I laid on my back, opened my legs and Bill knelt in front of me. My vagina was dripping wet as I looked up at him. His gold necklace was shining against his chest, which looked so strong and sexy, even for a 14 year old boy. It was his boyish cute face though, that reminded me of my own youth and innocence that I was about to give to this special young man. He entered me slowly and my body shuttered from the sensation, As he thrust further my hymen broke and I winced in pain. Bill looked scared but I told him it was ok. Actually, I wasn’t ok but I did realize that Bill and I were united together and I believed that pleasure was going to come. Bill was already experiencing pleasure. My virgin vagina was tight against his shaft as he moved in and out. The knob of his penis dragged against my clitoris each time he thrust and the stimulation was getting the best of me. It wasn’t long before the pain of my broken hymen was dulled by the sexual pleasure that my first intercourse was bringing me. I put my arms around Bill’s back as he thrust deeper and deeper. I could feel my blood seeping out of me, but it was only adding to the lubrication. He got that unmistakable look on his face as he approached his ejaculation. He came with a flourish and screamed how good it felt. His warm sperm shot into me and we hadn’t given any thought to birth control. I had just ended my period so fortunately we were safe. I told him to keep pushing because I wanted to reach orgasm too. Although I felt wonderful, Bill’s penis didn’t bring me to orgasm during our first intercourse. He came too quickly but I wasn’t upset. I knew we had the whole day ahead of us.
Bill and I held each other afterwards and it felt so good just being with him. What made it special is that our first sex was with love. It was a whole lot better than if we had just fallen in bed the first week we met (although that had crossed my mind sitting behind him that first day of class!) Actually, the next few hours were very special. We explored each other’s bodies and made love several more times. I orgasmed many times that day courtesy of my teenage lover. Bill and I continued the magic throught our teenage years, with all the proper birth control precautions. Our next major milestone was June 29, 1985 – our wedding night! Two of our later intercourses resulted in two wonderful children. Bill and I are still “Lost In Love”.
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