I was listening to a song off of a CD my little niece (9 years old) has called “More than friends” and I got to thinkin’ about my first time with my husband…
In 1980, I met a boy named Ryan when he moved into my neighborhood. We became hooked together just like our parents had. He was smart and spontanious and a little fiesty. Just like me. I think that’s why we connected so well. I first started to DATE HIM, date him in my our junior year and we had been inseprable ever since.
into our relationship, the subject of sex rolled into our conversations. I’d been avoiding it for quite some time and so had Ryan, but we both knew when it would be time. And on April 16th, 1995, it was time and we knew it.
He drove me into his backyard with his car, which was not too well lit, but not pitch black. It was just right. And nice and cozy.
“Mmmmmmm, sooo… this- this is it?”, he asked and I said I guessed so. He kissed me right then and there and being the inexperienced young, clumsy teenager-turn-woman I was, I was surprised when I knew EXACTLY what to do.
I rubbed his cock through his pants and let him suck my boobs. We both moaned and I thought I was in Heaven for a moment. ‘If this is what Heaven is like, I’m ready Lord’ I thought.
When he was right in the middle of sucking my boobs and fingering my pussy at the same time, I pulled him up and stared straight into his eyes. I brought his face close to mine and, stroking his straight blond hair, wispered, “I want to be more than friends… make love to me… I need you”.
And even though he knew I’d never had sex, he entered me hard and for some reason, it didn’t hurt! Not one bit. It hurts a LITTLE, even if you wait. I think I was in such a trance, I didn’t even feel it. I just let him make love to me in his calm way. He screamed my name and we fogged up the windows like you wouldn’t believe.
“Damn it Lisa, you’re SO fuckin’ good!”, he screamed, both of us unaware of the profanity he was using. We had never cursed around each other and I’m sure never away from each other either.
“Shit Ryan!”, I yelled, “I LOVE you inside me.I could just scre…”
And before I could scream, I screamed:)
Ryan screamed loudly and pressed his one sweaty hand in my hair, one on my thigh.I ran my fingers through his soft hair as he jammed himself allllll the way into me for a final time, balls deep, before pulling out and letting me caress his cock.
“You make love to me like an Angel…”, he mumbled as we fell asleep. And you know what? He STILL says that to me, every time we have sex.
“More than friends” is now our “song” and I sang it to him on our anniversary cruise our parents sent us on, after we made love…
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“I wish we could be more than friends…”
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