Where it happened: My parents house (in the garden)
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Paul has always been my best male friend. I tend to refer to him as “Paulie” (to his dismay) because we’be known each other since we were 5.
By the time we were sixteen, we were still very good friends, but there was something else. We had kissed a couple of times and touched each other pretty heavily once, but nothing more. I was very afraid of having sex, and he didn´t insist.
I turned 16th on July 2nd and my parents gave a little party to celebrate. The night was really hot so we (me and my friends) stayed late in the garden. We sneaked some beer and we had a wonderful time.
I had a boyfriend then, and he was obsessed with having sex with me that night. He tought he could get me drunk and I would let him do it. I found out (he was pretty drunk himself) and I got pissed off. He eventually left.
Paul had a girlfriend too, and as far as I know she wanted to be a virgin until marriage. Paul told her he would wait too, so he was still a virgin. With great difficulty.
That night, she wanted to leave early. I guess she was jealous of my frienship with her boyfriend. Paul left with her.
By 2 am there was only me and my two best female friends, Karen and Gaby, who would sleep over.
they were a little bit drunk and they went direcly to my bedroom, and I stayed downstairs cleaning a bit.
Then I recognized the engine of Paul’s car in the driveway.
He had come, he said “to finish the beer”. He didn’t leave when I said there was none left, though.
He sat with me in the grass, and we talked about our sixth birthday that we had celebrated together. It was all very friendly and I didn’t expect it at all when suddenly he told me that he was the most amazing girl he’d ever known and that my boyfriend was a jerk for trying to have sex with me that way.
I am dying to touch you, you know – he said- I’ve always wanted you, you know it. But I’d never. You deserve better.
I tought he was right. HE was better. He had always treated me with respect and love and friendship and he was the one I wanted to give my virginity to.
I suddenly unzipped my dress and stood there in front of him, in my bra and panties. I was scared but sure. And then I knew he was scared too. He tried to put the dress back on me and we wrestled with it for a while, laughing, while I repeated “I am sure, I am sure, please”
He finally laid me down on the grass and kissed me really slow and started touching my body in the most wonderful way. I could feel his penis and it was throbbing through his jeans. I had never felt a penis throb like that. He moaned everytime I touched it until he asked me to stop or “everything would finish before it started”
then he took out my bra and panties and started fingering me and telling me “tell me how you like it, I want you to like it” It got me so wet!!!! He was fingering me and sucking my nipples and I thought I would come from that alone and then he suddenly stopped.
He sat besides me and asked me again if I was sure. It got me mad!! We were both so horny it was impossible to stop. I tried to undress him but he did himself, very quickly. He told me he didn´t have condoms so he would “try to” come outside. That was scary. I suddenly pictured myself pregnant. But that was too late, he was already on top of me. I remember his breath in my ear telling me that he´d try to go slow and then a sudden sharp pain, a very big pain and then the feeling that I was being burned inside. I remember his penis slided easily in and out and I thought “it’s the blood. I must be bleeding terribly”
But he was looking at me and his eyes were big and brigth and kind of fierce, and he was so beautiful I couldn’t believe it.
Then suddenly he came out and spilled what looked like a lot of semen and bood on my belly and tits. He sat there between my legs shaking and holding my arm so tight it hurted. He helped me to sit and hugged me tight and asked if I was fine and kissed my hair. He then tried to make me come by fingering me, but I was too sore.
We went into the house and cleaned up in the kitchen and I suddenly remembered my parents and friends were sleeping upstairs. My parents bedroom has a window to the front and we were in the back, so I think no one saw us.
He stayed with me in the kitchen, both too shaken up to speak. He left around four a.m.
I stayed awake. I still remember that night as one of the most amazing, happy, bright moments of my life. Paul and I had sex a few more times that summer but agreed not to go out together. We were very confused at that time and things got akward between us. The following year we were just friends again. I am 22 now. In all these years, we have slept together twenty times, maybe. Although we know now we we are better off as friends than as a couple, he is still the most wonderful guy I know.
Paulie, I know you hate it when I call you that. But I hope you read this and remember it as wonderful as I do.
Jenn.
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