Where it happened: Upstairs
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I was going to save myself for marrage, or at least for
the right guy. It hadn’t been easy, either. Since I was,
maybe 15 guys seem like they’ve been all over me. It seems
like every guy I date thinks he’s allowed to paw me all over
and try to take my clothes off. It almost seems like a game.
I shouldn’t say that every guy treated me like that. At
the time that this story happened, which was a few months ago,
I was dating a guy who treated me better. We had talked
about sex, and I let him know that I wanted to wait. He
respected that, and didn’t try to rush me or anything.
So this one weekend, he was going to be out of town,
because he had a swim meet, and I was really mad at him
because it was our two month aniversity, and I thought that
he should spend the time with me. Well, he left anyway.
I was bored, so I called up my freind and asked her what she
was doing that weekend. She said that she was going to a
party, and I asked if I could come. She said that it wasn’t
my kind of party, and I asked her what the hell that was
supposed to mean. So she said that it was really sort of a
wild party, and I wouldn’t really fit in. I got mad and
told her that I could be wild if I wanted to. She sounded
skeptical, but told me that she’d be willing to pick me up
anyway.
I didn’t know what to expect from a wild party, but I
thought that I should look wild for it. I put on a lot of
make-up and teased my hair up like a mall girl. I wore a sort
of short skirt. I don’t mean slutty. It was black, and I
thought it looked dangerous.
I was expecting a party like you always see in the movies,
with lots of people danicing to really loud music, but it
wasn’t really like that. There was sometimes loud music, but
not all the time, and most everyone was just sort of milling
arround talking to eachother. There was a lot of drinking,
too, but not really crazy drinking. Everyone just seemed to
have drinks, and there was a keg in the kitchen and a table
with some other drinks and snacks on it. I was a little
intimidated by all the booze.
Then I ran into some more or my freinds, and they were all
drinking. I didn’t want them to think that I didn’t belong
at their wild party, so I went and got a beer, and walked
arround with it, sipping it once in a while. At first, I
thought that it was really nasty, and wanted to gag, but
after I’d had a couple I didn’t really notice the taste any
more. My head was sort of swimming arround a bit, and I
sort of wanted to sit down, but there weren’t enough chairs.
So I went outside to get a breath of fresh air. It was
cool outside, and a bunch of people were out their smoking.
My head cleared a little bit. This guy offered me a drag from
his joint. I normally never would have taken it, but I was
sort of drunk and I didn’t want him to think that I wasn’t wild.
It sounds really stupid now that I’m writing it down, but that
was what I was thinking. It was like I was covering something
really important up and I didn’t want to get caught. I didn’t
know how to do pot, so I just took a short toke and held it.
I really wanted to cough, but I knew that would give me away.
The pot really made me feel a lot better. Everything
seemed a little brighter, and my stomach settled down a bit.
I talked to this guy for a while, and then he said it was too
noisy, and why don’t we go somewhere quieter. I said I liked
noise, but I let him take me upstairs anyway. We went into a
bedroom and talked for a while. Then we started to tickle
eachother. I don’t remember who started it, but next thing you
know, we were lying on the bed kissing.
Between the alcohol and the pot and the kissing, I was
feeling really good. After a while, I started rubbing my chest,
and that felt really nice, so I let him. I knew that I should
stop him, but I didn’t really think that a wild girl would.
He started putting his hands under my shirt and rubbing my
back, and that felt good too, so I started rubbing his back.
He was all warm, and soft. I felt him fumbling with my bra,
and started to think things were going too far, but I didn’t
want to stop kissing him to tell him, so I just let him. I
even rubbed down until my fingers were under the waistband of
the back of his shorts.
He started rubbing my sides until he was running his fingers
over the side of my boobies. I felt really wicked, but in a
sort of good kind of way. We had been Frenching hard for a while
now, and we sort of came up for air. He started kissing the
side of my neck, and that was when I first noticed that I was
getting really turned on. I was getting goosebumps on my legs,
and I could feel them when they rubbed against his legs. He
started rubbing my nipples, and I could tell that they were
hard. I realized that I should make him stop. Like I said
before, I’d never let anyone go this far with me, and I’d had
some practice telling guys to quit it.
But I didn’t make him stop. I felt like I was someone totally
different. I was like the wild girl I was acting like, and
somehow that made it OK. So I reached further down into his
shorts and started feeling up his butt. He stopped playing with
my nipples and started squeezing my butt too. Pretty soon, he
was pulling off my panties. He asked if I was on the pill. I
wasn’t, but I was afraid he’d stop, so I told him I was. As
soon as I said it, I realized that it was really really stupid,
and I started to get a scared feeling in my stomach.
But he started rubbing my vagina, and I started to feel all
warm inside again. I felt like the wild woman again. Somehow,
lying to him had freed me again. It was a really weird feeling.
I almost felt like I was outside of my body watching myself. I
pulled his shorts off and started playing with his erection. I
don’t really remember how our shoes had come off, but they were.
I’d never even seen one before. It felt huge, but some of the
girls at school had talked about them, and I was sort of ready
for it. I had heard that they got bigger than my wrist, and
this was at least smaller than that. It was sort of fun playing
with it and shaking his balls.
He was trying to take off my shirt while kissing me, which
didn’t work very well. Then he went to licking my nipples, and
got my shirt and bra the rest of the way off. My skirt was
bunched up arround my waist. Even at that point, I was sort of
planning to tell him to stop, but I was losing my concentration
He was rubbing my vagina and my clitoris while licking my nipple.
All I could think about was how nice it felt. I started holding
his hair. He slit up to kiss me, and put a finger into me.
It was a little uncomfortable, but after it got a little wetter,
it started feeling really nice. Then he rubbed his penis on
my clitoris. That felt so nice, that I wasn’t even really
thinking about it when he stopped and put the tip of it into
me. It was just like when he put his finger into me. It was
a little uncomfortable, but got better when he’d slid it arround
a bit getting it wet. Then he started to go deeper. It didn’t
really hurt. I know it does for some women. I just felt
uncomforably full, like I’d eaten too much. I started to
stretch out a bit, and he went a bit deeper. I suddenly got
this sort of flash thought of, “Oh my god. I’m losing my
virginity.” Then he was in me, and I was back to thinking about
how it felt. Once I’d stretched out a bit, it started to feel
really nice. Not as nice as when he was rubbing me, but still
pretty good.
It felt better when he started moving faster. I didn’t have
an orgasim, but I was really getting into it when he came. He
was pretty quiet the whole time, but he started getting
faster and faster, and then pushed in all the way and held it
there. I couldn’t really feel it squirting into me. He held
me for a while. It felt nice, but I was already getting scared
again.
Afterward, we traded numbers, but never called eachother.
I thought for sure that I’d gotten pregnant. I told my boyfreind
about it, and he was really mad. He said that he’d been really
good, not pushing me, and this was how I rewarded him. I felt
really bad. Then he demanded that I have sex with him, and I got
really mad and said no, and we ended up breaking up. I really
wish that I had him back. At least I had my period, so I’m not
pg, but I still really messed everything up. I really loved him.
I wish I’d saved myself.
Let this be a lesson. Don’t have sex until you’re married,
and don’t drink at parties.
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