Where it happened: Orlando, Florida
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I should have known better, but when you are a fifteen year old girl, you think you know it all. I was, by all accounts, a woman in a child’s body still, having just started living. I was an awkward girl, to say the least. My body began to develop at a young age. I was only nine at the time I wore my first bra! I was teased relentlessly about that, and, to make matters worse, the circle of friends I attained as I evolved into a teen didn’t help matters for me any. They poked at me, calling me “four eyes” and “boobies”. I was sort of the tom-boyish type, with short brown hair and my trademark dimply smile. I hadn’t had any real experience with boys yet, a kiss maybe, but that was it. I told myself I was going to remain a virgin until I was married. Sex to me, was just downright disgusting even though I was extremely curious about it. I fantasized from time to time, about a boy I liked at school, but it didn’t go beyond that until the summer of the fifteenth year of my young life.
My friends were so hung up on that “virginity” issue. Sure, most of my so called girlfiriends had had sex, but in the back of my mind, they were sluts for even doing so. Sex scared me, but at the same time it embraced my curiosity. One of my friends was quite the type to pressure you into anything, and I was a sucker to try to fit in. She told me I should have sex, that I didn’t know what I was missing. She was going to set me up with this guy but I told her my family and I were taking a trip to Florida, that I didn’t have the time. She had the nerve to ask me if I was going to get “laid” down there. I shot back by telling her to go get laid.
My mother and I, and two of her friends took off on a July trip to Orlando for a 4th of July in Disneyworld. My mom wanted this to be a special trip for me, and I was excited about going. We stayed at a large Hyatt around 1 mile from the park. We tanned and swam alot, and spent days in Disneyworld. One day a man drawing caricatures caught my eye. I have always been into cartoons, as I was the cartoonist for our school paper and stuff. We walked over to his booth. Then I saw him. He introduced himself. His name was Mark. Sea blue eyes, sandy brown hair bleached by the sun, a little over 6 feet tall I would estimate and not to mention the most beautiful smile. I liked his cheeky southern accent, too. Mark was very professional, he was trained at a Disney art school (or so he said), this guy could seriously draw though. He did our portraits in less than five minutes a piece. I went to bed thinking about him that night.
The next day was rainy, so we didn’t go to Disneyworld. We just loafed around the hotel all day. I had a sunburn and felt like I was searing. I was searing inside about Mark as well, even though I had just met him. That evening, at around 7, we went to the hotel mall. We ate dinner in a small restaurant/pub there. I heard a whistle. When I looked over my shoulder it was Mark. He remembered us! He also worked at the hotel in the evenings. He had an easel and he as drawing away. I walked over to him and sat next to him. I told him I was very good at drawing too and he gave me a piece of paper and we drew away. One person even paid me for one of mine! I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I was wearing a little halter top and shorts. At that time I had firm little breasts and a tight little body, to say the least. He looked at me and asked me how old I was. I replied, “ummmm, 20.” He was 27….Oh my…
The next evening, my mom and her two friends wanted to go to Disneyworld for an “adults” night out. They told me they wouldn’t be back till “late late”, so they left me with money for room service and told me to get to bed early so we could go to Sea World the next day. That is NOT that I had planned. I looked at the clock, it was 8 p.m. As soon as they left, I showered, put on some makeup and a pink halter top which almost blended with my sunburned skin. I grabbed my purse and ran down to the mall. Mark was there, was he happy to see me! He gave me a hug and told me it was such a suprise. He asked me if I wanted to have a drink with him after work. I obliged. Big mistake on my part.
AT around 10 that night, Mark and I were sitting in the cozy little pub having a drink. That was my first drink, a rum and Coke with extra rum. I started to feel a little tipsy, but I was ok. Mark and I talked and talked, he then took my hand. I looked down at his hand over mine. His tan, the way the hair on his arms looked golden against his skin. He smelled so nice, then a question quickly snapped me out of my state of mind. “Do you want to come to my apartment with me?” he asked. “It is in Kissimee just down the road”. I told him I shouldn’t, but my other voice told me why not? After all, he was only a mile down the road!
We folded up his easel and loaded it into his car. The stars were out and the warm Florida wind felt nice. Mark asked me if he could kiss me. I let him. I felt shaky, but at the same time, this man could KISS. We drove to his place, holding hands. He stroked my hair a little bit telling me he has never seen a more beautiful girl. Yeah right, you know? We got to his apartment, he had a beautiful set up. Big white couches, glass coffee table. It was a large studio apartment. His bed was, well, big. He asked me if I wanted a drink, as he would make me one. A first I hesitated but finally agreed. He made me my first Pina Colada. He plopped onto the couch next to me and flicked on the T.V.
After a while of talking he asked me for another kiss. We kissed passionately, I had never been kissed like that before. He stroked my neck with his tongue, licked my ear, told me how sweet I tasted. I began to get a bit scared as he removed my halter top. I flinched. He told me he wasn’t going to hurt me and to relax. He also assured me at one point if I didn’t want to make love, we didn’t have to. I told him I wanted to. I grabbed Mark and began kissing him. I thought to myself if I am going to lose my virginity, it may as well be now, with this gorgeous man. I unbuttoned his Izod and helped him pull it over his head. I had never seen a hairy chest before, let alone such a gorgeous one!
Mark whispered into my ear, “lets hit the bed”. With that, he picked me up and laid me on his bed, on top of me, kissing me all over. I had never had my breasts kissed, but if just felt so good. I let him put his hand down into my panties. My pussy was so wet. He pulled my shorts down as he kissed his way down to my swollen clit. The first time I was kissed there drove me insane. He then got up on his knees, and reached for his belt buckle. We were kissing while he opened his jeans. I looked down, it was the first time I had seen a grown man’s cock. I began to shake a bit again. I put my hand around it, by this time, he was moaning while he was kissing me and he told me to stroke it harder. The tip was wet. I went down and gave it a quick flick of the tongue, then I took the head inside my mouth a little. It wasn’t as bad as I thought, but I didn’t stay there too long. Mark told me he was going to “make love to me like I had never had it before”. Yeah. Technically, I never had.
By this time I was downright frightened, I was moving too fast. I told him I wasn’t on anything, but he told me not to worry. He reached over into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched him rip the wrapper open with his teeth and slowly roll it onto his big cock. All I could do was lay there and watch. He then got on top of me and drove himself into me with such force I had to bite his shoulder. I was in plain agony. I moaned as he pumped himself into me. I was moaning in pain. He had no idea how I was feeling. He then rolled over and mounted me on top of him. He slammed that cock so hard into me, I looked down and he was gritting his teeth, grabbing my thighs. He told me he was gonna come. I looked down at his face, our eyes were locked as his trembling cock exploded inside me. Then, it was over.
We lay together, he asked me if I was ok. I told him yes. I was lying. My pussy was killing me! By now it was 2 a.m and I had to get back to the hotel. Mark asked me why. I told him I had no time for an explanation. He drove me back, gave me his business card and a kiss. I scrambled up the elevator to my room. I put the card key in the lock and pushed my body against the door. No one there yet. THANK GOD! I went into the bathroom, shaking. I was bleeding!! I cleaned myself up and quickly got into bed. Mom came in less than 15 minutes later, as I pretended to be asleep. I lay awake the rest of the night realizing I wasn’t going back to Chicago the same person. I knew I wasn’t.
I told my friends about it, they were all happey I wasn’t a virgin anymore. At that point, I didn’t care wht they thought about me. I didn’t have to do what they told me to do. That experience definitely turned me into a stronger person. I didn’t talk to Mark much after that night, I wrote him, and he wrote me back once. The was the last time I heard from him. In July it will be 22 years. I sometimes wonder where he may be, but that is all irrelevant now. I have told my hubby of 13 years about this, he gets a kick out of it. I hope you all enjoy my story.
Processing your request, Please wait....
