Where it happened: backseat
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had had opportunities to have sex before but I never pursued them. I don’t know why. I would always make some sort of excuse and that was it.
But then there was Jennifer.
I was at my friend Pam’s house. She and her friend Gen, who was on her way over, were going out. Pam was trying on different outfits, modeling them if you will. The phone rang, and it was Pam’s friend Jennifer (not to be confused with Gen, whose full name is Gennifer). While Pam was changing, she had me talk to Jen (not Gen, but Jen as in Jennifer; confused yet?).
We realized we both had a few things in common. I got her number and went home.
The next night I called her and asked her out, but she was grounded — never told me why, I don’t think — and we couldn’t go out. But it turned out she lived less than a mile away.
So we arranged a tryst.
My house had an alarm system, so I couldn’t go very far; after all, if my parents woke up and saw the alarm not being set, they would realize something was up.
She walked over. In a green shirt and red-and-green skirt. At about one in the morning. We sat outside my house for a while, on the planter, and then in my car. It got steamed up REALLY quickly, but we didn’t care. We cuddled, we kissed, I fingered her and bit her neck a bit, but never did see her naked. She kept all her clothes on the entire time.
Around five, I suppose, she walked home and I went back in to try and get some sleep — I had to work 9a-5p, I believe.
The next night, she came back. We went straight into the back of the car.
I don’t know what I was expecting. I was not expecting to see everything she had (except her ass, because it’s hard to get someone on their stomach in the backseat of a 1992 Mazda 626). I was not expecting that she brought a condom. I don’t remember how we got to the point where we had sex, but we did. It was quite unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I don’t think she came; I don’t think she cared. I think I was originally supposed to be a notch in her bedpost. shrug
After my orgasm, I distinctly remember removing the condom carefully — years of sex-ed — and putting it into an empty coke-can in the mini-trash-bag in the back of the car.
Then she went home. At four-ish. I worked 10a-7p that day. And was REALLY tired.
We had a lot of sex after that. And I eventually went down on her, and I eventually taught her the RIGHT way to give head.
We’re no longer together, though. Something happened about 13 months after we met.
I had never intended to lose my virginity in the backseat of my car. I’m kind of upset about that. But at least it was memorable.
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