Where it happened: my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
Strange day, that. A week before he and I were talking about it; I still didn’t know what to do and he wanted to. He bought me roses; I was still innocent, naive. I thought he was sweet.
That day in a class of mine a mutual friend of he and I said he had something special planned for us this afternoon; both my parents would be at work, brother and sister could be kept out of the room by locking the door…I didn’t HAVE to let myself jump to conclusions. I had butterflies for the rest of the day.
3:00 FINALLY rolled around and I met him outside the school so he could take me home; he usually did. We went upstairs to the bedroom and proceeded to do what we usually did; a great deal of necking and general petting. I remember the carpet was very blue, and the big window in my room was uncovered by the blinds so that the 4:00 sunlight made a little patch on the floor. That’s where we ended up, nude, because my bed squeaked too much.
He touched my knees with the palms of his hands to raise and spread them, and of course I let him. He slid between them and rubbed against me; again, I did not mind, though I was frightened. I loved him very much, and I wanted to, but I knew it was going to hurt. I did not scream when he slid in, but I felt that tight, drumskin ‘pop’ and the spreading heat which, slowly, began to sear with pain as he increased tempo and depth of stroke. It was over soon enough; I remember the sun making his blonde hair look like gold. He kissed me, dressed, and left. I laid naked in the sun for a long time with one arm over my eyes and a black towel beneath to catch the blood. It was over a year after that, with a different boyfriend, that I finally orgasmed. But that’s a different story altogether. 😉
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