Where it happened: In his bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
george lived about 45 mins away from me, in the countryside. i’d see him about once a month, only occasionally, but it was never enough. we liked eachother from the start- we’d met at a drama course- and it took a while for me to definately decide that he was going to be my first. i didnt doubt for a moment he thought this too. so we were at his house, propped up against the wall, on his bed. this was normal. we would usually talk, debate and laugh, and generally feel comfortable with eachother. but not this time. sexual tension had built up during the months i had known him. it was about 10 o clock, and i had arranged to stay the night anyway, seeing as my parents were both away on business and i had nowhere else to go. of course, neither of us KNEW this was going to happen tonight. it was just lucky that it did.
pink floyd was softly playing from his stereo, and i guess we just looked at eachother the right way, and both of us (but me, mainly, as i was most ‘sexually confident’) just leaned in and after a moment of unsurity just… kissed. it was how it was meant to be, that perfect first kiss with someone that you will always remember as The Start Of Something Special… we just sat there for a while, kissing and kissing, him holding my waist and me with one hand on his cheek and the other propping us up on the bed. beautiful. needless to say My Juices Were Flowing by this point and we were both nervous and happy and feeling right.
we slowly parted and every moment felt like an eternity of wonderness and just Specialness and i began to pull his t-shirt up, slowly, letting my nails gently scratch his sides so a tingle went right up his spine. it must have worked, because he arched his back slightly and a smile crept up his face. once his shirt was off so was mine, and i was in one of my lacy bras, so my breasts looked good. of course he stared for a while, getting used to the fact that he was genuinely turned on by me. we sat and made out like that for a bit, enjoying the moment.
then off came his jeans. i touched his ‘bulge’ through his boxers and he groaned ever so quietly, i guess to be more of a gentleman, and shivered again. then off came my jeans, and i was wearing girl boxers and he looked slightly confused then but hey. i reached inside his boxers and gently rubbed his tip, and he was moaning a bit louder by then. i stroked my fingers up and down, giving him almost as much as his body craved. then it was back to making out, and then he slipped his fingers round my back and in a second my bra was undone. now i dont have perfect boobs, but he sure seemed to think so. he stared again for a second, not quite believing. then kissing again, then i think we both decided that this was it. he was hard, so i didnt bother trying to arouse him. off came my boxers, and the panties underneath them, and he couldnt believe it. he raised his eyebrows at me, as if to say, ‘can i?’ and i smiled and kissed him, and he layed me down on the bed and kissed me back, and slid his hand all the way down to between my thighs, and i could see him concentrating, ensuring that he did it right. i helped him, opening my legs and kissing him more, until his finger was in the right place and then i screamed inside. he seemed to automatically know what i wanted. my delighted moans told him he was doing it right, so that just encouraged him.
he rolled me over so i was beside him, and kissed me ever so passionately. i slid my whole body down until i reached his crotch, then used my hands to arouse him again, until he was hard. i flicked my tongue up and down, making him moan, making him soar. this went on for another while, and then it was back to making out. we relaxed, our tension relieved, and sat back against the wall, occasionally turning our heads to catch the odd kiss. i kissed his cheek then broke free of his arms and went down one floor to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. i hardly recognised who was staring back at me. i washed my mouth out then made my way back upstairs to where george was lying, waiting for me, one arm resting behind his head and looking all content and pleased.
as soon as i sat back down he was up and on top of me, kissing, pulling at my skin, wanting more, more and more. i opened my legs again, and, still naked, lay still for a moment. he looked at me, raised his eyebrows to question again and i nodded. i think we both wanted to preserve this moment forever.
of course it didnt work first time, but after a few minutes we tried again, and this time it did. and it hurt like hell. but, blimey, i’m glad it was him. so glad. i wont go into detail about how exactly it went after that, because im trying not to make this an erotic story.
since then we have had sex a few times, and its got better each time. but no matter how life goes, i will never forget that first time.
we woke up in eachothers arms. i was the first to wake, and just lay there, still sore but loving every minute of being with george. when he woke he smiled before even opening his eyes. i knew that it was special to him too. he kissed me once on the lips, then we went back to sleep and back into our dreams. we are still together, though slowly breaking apart. next year he’s going on a biking trip for 4 months round france, so i guess we’ll be over by then.
my message to you is, if you’re thinking of having your first time with someone, please do it with the right person. you’ll feel so good afterwards. oh- and morning-after pills work wonders. wink. x
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