Where it happened: my bedroom
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was in my second year of College and had been friends with a certain guy for about a year. We had thought about dating, but he was on and off with another girl and timing was just never right. Finally, they were off for good. We started dating around the beginning of fall semester. He wasn’t the kind of guy I could bring home to my racist dad, but I grew to love him regardless. One day, about 3 months into our relationship, we went back to my room and started kissing. I had planned on him being my first that day, although he had no idea. It didn’t take long for him to get the idea once we were on my bed and clothes started flying. He was kissing down my neck, my breasts, my stomach. He gently put his dick into my very wet pussy and pushed in slowly. He knew I was a virgin, although I knew he wasn’t. I actually perfered it that way. After a few strokes however, he didn’t feel right about the whole thing and stopped. So while I lost my virginity that day, I didn’t get the whole schebang. We stopped dating not long after that. Nice guy that he was, he didn’t want to be a reason for my family to hate me. We remained friends and always had an attraction towards on another. Later on that year, we were both over at a friends house (no one else was home)and things were much different. No apprehension, no problems, just pure sex. It was much better the second time around. We continued to have sex together for the next year on a regular basis, but I eventually wanted more than he could give me relationship wise and moved on. We remained friends until his unfortunate death a few months ago.
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