Where it happened: bedroom of my apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
This is the story of my first time with my boyfriend, my best friend, the most sensitive, patient, caring man I’ve ever met, and haven’t found since. I can’t believe this happened to me.
It was a couple of weeks after my birthday, in fact, it was right after the new year of 1994. I worked night shift while going to college full-time, but I happened to get a day shift (2-10) that particular week because school was on hiatus. It was also the beginning of my weekend because I had the next 2 days off. Anyway, my boyfriend (he was 23) of almost 2 years, JB, had planned a nice surprise for me. He was a shy guy, and I was always the one who took the upper hand. It was about 11pm when I got home, pitch black in my apartment (I lived alone), except for 21 candles lit on the dining room table. Just to back up a little bit… We had made the decision that we would not have intercourse until we were both very ready for the consequences (babies, VD’s, etc.) We did everthing else- oral, massages, toys, videos, tantra (without the intercourse, of course). We were very sensual and sexual people, I enjoyed being with JB very much. Anyway, I was shocked to find candles lit because I didn’t understand what was going on. When I walked over to the table, suddenly music began to play – Enigma, the music that send shivers down my spine and turned me on at the same time. I read the note on the table, which instructed me to sit down with my back to the hallway. When I did, I felt 2 hands massaging my shoulders. JB started kissing my neck and all the right spots that sends waves in my stomach. He then tied a red silk scarf around my eyes and led me to the shower (I didn’t like to mess around after work before I took a shower). As he guided me, I could feel that he was naked. I was getting very excited, so I started giggling like a little kid. JB whispered in my ear to “shhhhhhhh.” In the shower, he took off my blindfold, but wouldn’t let me look at him. He washed me from head to toe and wrapped me in a warm towel when he was finished. He then led me toward my room, and layed me down on my bed. It was covered in red silk sheets. He also put my favorite flowers, the very pungent tiger lily, in the bedroom next to more candles. It was all so calming, yet exciting. He combed my hair and massaged my feet with cream, all while speaking softly to me. When he was done, almost 2am now, he began to kiss me deeply. His kiss was always the best part of our relationship. It was a kiss that I felt. It was getting to be too much. I really wanted him. I told him so, but he again quieted me. He proceeded to give me oral, but stopped before I climaxed. He spent an incredible amount of time on every body part and told me I was beautiful – even though I was normally self conscious of my body size. I was in a trance. Surprisingly, I was so comfortable, I started to drift into sleep. I woke up about an hour later, about 3:30, to find him holding me. I still wanted him. He asked me if I was really ready or if I was just caught in the heat of the evening. I was ready. He said that he didn’t have any condoms… I had bought a pack the week before b/c I was ready. He put one on, and he again touched all my body parts, even my scars and imperfections. It was so incredible. I positioned myself under him so he could enter me. He entered slowly, even though I was very wet. We had used toys, but nothing that equaled the size of his penis. It was like slow motion. I was so at ease with the whole thing that I felt really good and comfortable. I felt beautiful. We fit so perfectly. Even after he climaxed, he continued to thrust so I could (it wasn’t long after!). It felt like a dream. He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep. Luckily, during the night there was an ice storm and all of east Tennessee was paralyzed. No one could drive. We spent the next two days in bed. We broke up two years ago in 98, but only because I was insecure about myself and selfish. It always makes me cry when I think of all the effort he put into our relationship, and how we’re not together. I moved north to go to Grad school, but occasionally we keep in touch through e-mail. Advice for anyone wanting to have sex: wait until you are responsible, mature, and in love. It really means something when you are MAKING LOVE to someone you actually love.
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