Langauge: English
Sex: MALE
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Okay, a bit of background information first. On me, I can truthfully say that I have a decent looking face, and an acceptable body. But that face is marred with a lazy eye. Now, it isn’t exceptionally lazy, but it does wander from time to time. So, I’m not the pick of the litter. But I am a nice guy.
I took a Video Technology class my Junior year, and was in it with a couple of friends. Well, I had met only them out of everyone there. But one girl was absent the first day, and that day we were assigned a project on making a PSA. Well, that girl was put in my group. The next day she came to class, and I have to admit, she of those girls that you’d try to masturbate to, but she was so innocent that you just couldn’t see yourself doing that. She had the pure innocence look, and that is my favorite type. Well, we got to talking in the group, and I ended up learning she liked Anime. I thought ‘Great, she likes Anime. (Side note: I am an avid fan of anime’s of almost all sorts) She probably liked Sailor Moon, or something ‘Less mature’. Nope she liked Gundam Wing. Well, I became infatuated with this girl. From then on, I never missed a day of school, so I could be right next to her in that class. I began skipping lunch, to go into the library with her when she went to check her e-mail, and look at anime. I was hounded from all sides that this girl(who I found out to be a Senior, and a twirler, and hounded by every male band member to go to every dance). Well, it came about homecoming, and I’m very shy about asking anyone to anything, but I was able to ask her to the dance. SHe had to work. So, I was shot down. I then realized I could ask her to the game…. but I was too late. Another guy(coincidentally named Guy) asked her to the game. They became boyfriend and girlfriend after that.
I was still infatuated, and had become a very good friend of hers, but couldn’t handle her being around Guy. SO I stopped talking to her for a while. Lucky day when she broke up with him, I was the consoling shoulder. At first it was because I was happy to have another chance. And then I realized I really did feel bad for her. I consoled her, and we began talking again. I got up the nerve to ask her out, and I was going to be subtle.
I was going to say, “I know this girl I want to ask out, but don’t know how. Do you have any advice?” Then use that advice right around her. Then I got the advice I wanted, but an added bonus. The remark that one of her friends would come out and say that she liked a guy, but she was too shy to do that, and after her ordeal with Guy wasn’t going to be asked by anyone out. Well, I was crushed. But remained her friend. We began e-mailing each other, and she said something about liking the Celtic Language. Well, she had the nickname of Water Nymph from her friends, so I began signing every e-mail to her with mi Uircean Righinn. Or in Celtic, ‘my water nymph’. It was my own sweet secretive way of telling her I liked her.
About a month before our prom, I asked her to the movies, and she said she’d ask her mom. The next day, she came back telling me that her and her mom had gotten into a big fight. I totally forgot about the movie thing, and began consoling her again. This girl had cried on my shoulder more times then I deserve. It was the most pure love, but it seemed the most one-sided. She never seemed to notice my blatant showings of feelings for her.
Finally, after two more weeks of this, one of my friends said he was going to ask her out. I said, without thinking, ‘I already did, and she said yes.’ I couldn’t believe I said that. I now had to ask her. I decided to stop being a baby about it, and went up to her, after talking a few minutes, I laid everything out. My affections, when they started, my feelings about her and Guy, about how I was playing the ‘Nice Guy’ when she broke up with him, and how that turned into what I believed to be pure love. She was shocked, she had been so blind to it. I asked her, and she said she’d think about it. Those magic words I’ve heard so much, that always mean no. ‘I’ll think about it.” She talked to her friends, right afterword, and they told her(with me nearby and in listening range), that they had seen it all along, and that I was the nicest guy they’d ever seen. They said that if she was exactly what I treated her like, she’d be a princess. (I couldn’t elp but smile).
The next day she came up to me, and told me straight out that she didn’t know I had liked her. I told her about the little subtle hints I had dropped, like mi Uircean Righinn. She told me that I was the sweetest person she ever had met, and she’d be delighted to go to the prom with me.
Well, the next two weeks were bliss for me. She was readily there, and I was too. I walked her to her classes, and ran back to mine to beat the bells. I even got kisses on the cheek. I lorded the fact that I was going out with her to those of my friends who had wished they could, and told me I couldn’t. And seeing Guy was the greatest feeling of power I had ever felt. I realized those were the immaturities coming up in me. I began being more respectful the final week, and just being happy with me being in her presence.
Prom Night came, and I had the Tux that actually looked nice, and I went to pick her up. She was stunning, she had her hair up in a Japanese style bun, and was wearing a slim black sequined dress. She and I had made up our minds to bring casual clothes to change into after we had our pictures. We got to the dance, and being as I am what one would call in their own school, “A nerd’, none of my friends were their. We went over to one of her friends, who was their to just take a picture and go. We spent most of the night, staying away from the football players who were obviously drunk, and the preps that were walking around lording their super-expensive clothes. We talked, and danced the slow dances, and we were one of the last to leave.
She grabbed her casual clothes to go change in the girl’s bathroom, and I did likewise in the guy’s. We went outside, and I asked her if she wanted to go take a walk on the football field. She was going to be leaving it soon. She said yes, and we walked outside and sat down. It was dark, but the moon was full, and their were no clouds out, and there were enough singular lights around to give enough light to see. We were sitting on a bench, on the opposing team’s side, under the bleachers, and she laid her head against my shoulder, and talked about the times she had used the same shoulder to cry on, without realizing how much the shoulder actually loved her. We talked about the times we spent together, and the times before we started going out.
She then asked if I had ever kissed another girl. I told her I had never even really had another girlfriend. She then kissed me, it was surprising at first, but I held her in my arms, and just kissed her. She pulled away, and laughed, she said ‘It seems to me you have before.’ I smiled, and said thank you. I began kissing her neck, and she seemed uneasy, so I stopped. She said ‘I’m sorry, I was just expecting to never love anyone. I didn’t even really love Guy, I just wanted to see what it was like to have a boyfriend.” She then cried on my shoulder for the last time while she was still in highschool. I pulled her face up and told her I loved her. She told me she loved me too, and kissed me again. I held her tight, and she pushed away, and pulled her hair back, and told me that I was the one that she would love forever.
With that, she asked me if I wanted to have sex with her. That she wanted to with me. I said “If that’s what you want”, God knows I honestly wasn’t thinking about it until that point. Part of me wanted to sooo badly, but another part of me just saw me, the undeserving, spoiling something so innocent. She tenderly took her shirt off, I could see she was shaking. I began to tell her she didn’t have to this, when she kissed me again, and took my hand and slipped it up her bra. She was a petite girl, and had an A cup, maybe slightly bigger, and she was about 5’7. I’m 6’2, big and clumsy. Well, I reached around and fumbled with her bra straps, when she reached back and unhooked them. She took my chin, and brought it to her chest. I kissed her nipples, and brought my hand around her back, and pulled her closer.
She pulled my shirt off, and kissed my nipples. I was kissing her foredhead, and she reached down and pulled her shorts off. The moonlight was a perfect effect upon her half-naked body. I reached down to unbutton my jeans, my 6 and a half-inch(and proud of it) cock was so swollen that it was hurting against the side of my jeans. I pulled the jeans off, and sat her down on my boxer-covered cock. My cock was flat against my stomach, and she was moving up and down on it. I reached down into her panties, and felt a thin muff. Barely any hair, I went further and felt her. She was wet, and she moaned at the slightest touch. She told me that she had never had an orgasm. I asked her how she wanted her first one. She said she wanted it from me. Not by fingering her, but by making love with her.
I pulled her panties down, and laid her down on the bench. Her body arched at the cold metal. I sniffed her panties, and inhaled the rich smell. I put my arms on the bench, and laid on top of her, holding all my weight up so as not to hurt her. I said to her that it would hurt, and she’d probably bleed. I had heard of poppin’ cherries from one of my friends. She said that she could handle it, and that she loved me. I slid my cock in, and slowly went in. She grunted with pain, and I slowed down. I found a bit of resistance half-way in, and told her I loved her, and to brace herself. I thrusted inward, and broke her hymen(I think that’s the technical term for it, I’m not sure), and she let out a stifled scream. No one was around, but I felt bad, and began to pull out. She shook her head, and said she’d be allright. I was gentle but finally got all the way in. I started a rythmic and slow movement back and forth, and she began moaning. I started a little harder, and she began moaning louder. I kissed her to make sure she didn’t get any louder, and started harder. I was almost on the verge of cumming, when I felt her back arch, she got real stiff and let out a moan that I could feel all the way through me. As soon as she did that, I told her I was fixing to cum, and was going to pull out. She shook her head, and said ‘I’ll take my chances, I love you.’.
With the I love you, I came and she was obviously happy with the feel. She was still breathing heavily from the orgasm, and we were kissing on the bench back and forth, and finally she said, “Thank you. I found Mr. Perfect for my first time, and I’m glad I did it. I have no regrets.” I said, ‘Well, Mr. Perfect is going a bit overboard. But Ms. Perfect fits you well.” I still remember those last two sentences of our nakedness well. We got dressed, and I used my undershirt to wipe up the blood and the cum, and I drove her home. We kissed on the way, and I got her home. I walked her to her door, and told her about the wonderful night. She told me she had a wonderful time, and that she would see me during school.
Well, she graduated, and I felt really bad, til I learned she is going to college in a town less then 17 miles away. And she is the only person in her dorm room for now. So I visit her while she has her summer classes, we’re still boyfriend and girlfriend, and we’ve had sex two other times, and we’re already talking about marriage after I finish college, and I help her with her work. After all, being a nerd is good for something.
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