Where it happened: My BF's Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
7 months ago, I lost my virginity and to say it was good was an understatement. My boyfriend (Kyle), and I had been going out since my 17th birthday party when my friends had set us up. He was 19, the older brother of one of my friends and he is gorgeous.
Anyway, one weekend my parents were away and he has his own flat for during Uni, so I went over. We’d been dating for 15 months and although we’d never said we were going to wait that long, it had never felt right before. But this time it did.
I went over and we just sat and watched a film, just like any other time I had gone round. But this time, by the end of the film we were kissing each other, barely paying any attention to the screen, and getting more frantic with our movements.
We’d only ever kissed and fondled a bit before, but this time as the end credits rolled we were making out and moaning against each other’s lips.
I was sitting on his lap, my legs either side of his waist and I was running my hands through his hair tugging gently as he pushed upwards with his hips, dry humping me and un-doing my bra clasp at the same time.
He pulled my shirt over my head, along with my bra and then lay me back down on the sofa. He started to fondle my breasts, massaging them and nibbling them and all I could bring myself to do was pull his shirt off and dig my nails into his back.
He pulled my skirt down and threw it away into the corner whilst his fingers started to massage my clit through my underwear. I was gasping but I still managed to push him away and take control for myself.
I un-buttoned his trousers and pulled them down slowly, looking into his eyes the entire time as he looked down at me, his hands stroking my hair and brushing my lips with his fingers.
As I pulled his trousers off his underwear revealed the extent of his arousal. The huge bulge in his underwear caused my eyes to widen, but he pulled me up, carressing my face as he said: “We don’t have to go any further.”
But I wasn’t going to stop now: “No, I want to do this.”
He picked me up and took me to his bedroom. He lay me down on the bed, leant over to the bed side cabinet and took something from the drawer.
He looked at me, took of his underwear, un-did the small packet and slowly rolled the condom onto his swollen member. He peeled my pants off and started to kiss me tenderly across my jaw. He started to push his fingers into me, to make sure I was ready.
I was gasping now, digging my nails into his back and thrusting my pelvis upwards, moaning against his lips as he massaged both inside and outside of me.
Suddenly, his fingers stopped and I felt him pushing against my moist flesh, positioned above me, looking into my eyes and questioning me silently.
I nodded.
He pushed into me, and I gasped in pain. My head went into his shoulder and I wrapped myself around him to stop myself from crying out in pain. He lifted his head and when I bought mine back to look at him he brushed my hair back and kissed me again.
I lay there for about a minute before I once again nodded.
Kyle pushed himself all the way into me before drawingout slowly. He started up a rhythm and whilst kissing my jaw and neck he moved his hands to my hips and helped guide my pelvis up and down with his own.
I started to move more quickly against Kyle and he happily obliged, massaging my breasts and sucking on my neck. I returned the favour, sucking and nibbling on his neck whilst my hands explored his torso.
Kyle pushed himself in and out of me faster and faster and I moved my hands into his hair and tugged as I felt myself reach my peak.
I was moaning now, and Kyle was too as I gasped, moaned and arched my back, pushing my breasts against his chest an throwing my head back as I climaxed.
Kyle groaned as he pushed into me a final time before releasing his load. And then I panicked.
I looked at him and said: “You’re sure you put it on right?”
“Yeah, why?”
I rolled over so that I was on top of him before lifting myself off of him. We both looked at his member, only to see the condom bunched up at the end, completely ineffective.
Now, as great as the actual sex was we were both now panicked and it was atleast 3 hours until the nearest chemist opened. We decided to just sleep and hope for the best until morning.
I ended up taking a faulty morning-after pill and 3 weeks later, missed my period. I am currently 7 months pregnant and me and Kyle have been working things out. We plan on taking things slowly and when the baby is born I’m going to start a part time job to help along with Kyle’s job.
Now, not all stories have to have a moral, but if mine did, it would be that even when you think you are ready, things can go wrong and you should always be sure. Take the pill, use a condom, take the morning after pill. This baby will bring me and Kyle so much joy, but we just wish it had happened later.
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