Where it happened: My bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
It was just a week or so before I turned 18. Almost 10 years ago to the day, in fact. My parents were out of town & left me alone for the first time (very overprotective, those two).
Anyway, I naturally had a party. Word got out and what seemed like my entire graduating class showed up. The night following, there were a few stragglers & some newcomers who heard about the party a day late. One of them was Greg. He was two years younger than me … we had been friends for a long time. We flirted a lot as we drank with the leftover party crowd, telling him record-breaking stories from the night before. Typical end-of-high school thrills.
The more we flirted, the more I knew it would happen. It felt like every single person I knew had already had sex at that point – I felt so naive. Something inside me was telling me it was time to find out what the big deal was.
He made arrangements to sleep there, on the premise that he was “way too drunk.” (remember those high school pick-up lines?) He ran over to the store to pick up some “stuff”, and I had a feeling this was it.
When he came back, the whole house was quiet. My friends had passed out in various places – he and I were the only ones left awake.
We slid into my twin bed in my high school bedroom. We made each other laugh, put on music and acted nervous for a bit. He said something … I don’t remember what anymore, but it made me blush. He asked me if I would be that shy when he kissed me … my heart leapt. I was very nervous and had an incredibly innocent view of the world compared to the friends I had my age.
I just smiled and leaned into him. It seemed natural to become so brave so fast. By this tme, it was so late that neither of us were drunk anymore – just high from the moment. He made a few comments about how much more room we’d have if we got a little more “intertwined”.
I giggled and then relaxed. It was incredible. He was so tender … kissing me everywhere. Running his tongue along my neck, behind my ear … I moaned and giggled in pleasure at every touch. He moved lower … running his tongue between my breasts, drawing a line to my belly button. He raised himself up over me and slowly lowered his mouth to one of my nipples. He circled his tongue around it as I squirmed beneath him. He started to suck … I will never forget that feeling … between my legs, I felt a gush of liquid pleasure … I spread my legs wide, almost unconsciously .. I was shocked at myself how well I knew what to do.
His mouth left my nipple and ran down my belly again. He moved lower, teasing me all the way. I could barely hold still – I felt shivers all over my body. I had never been touched in this way – the first time to have those feelings was incredible.
His tongue teased my mound … flicking over my soft hairs back and forth. He pushed my knees up wide and high – I was so open to him. I felt so vulnerable and so wet in front of him. His tongue slid inside of me slowly … He twisted his head and pulled his tongue back out. As soon as I felt it leave me, I arched up to him, silently begging for more. He breathed on my pussy, making my ache for him. There I was, this older woman, who was completely surrendering to such a young boy. He knew what he was doing.
He let me feel his hot breath for another long moment and then drove his tongue into my pussy hard. I moaned so loudly. I completely forgot about the house full of people, I didn’t care. My hips thursted back and forth, feeling his tongue pump in and out of me. He finally rose up over me again and pulled up to my face. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “are you ready?” I nodded, unable to say a word … he had gotten me so wet.
He sat up on his knees and reached for one of the condoms that he bought earlier. Those few short moments as he put the condom on made me nervous again. I recomposed myself and spread wider than ever. He climbed right on top of me, leaning on one elbow and reaching his other hand down between my legs. He slid a finger inside me and felt how wet I was. He reached his hand up and slid his finger to my mouth. I sucked on it and tasted my own juices. As I sucked, he kissed and licked my neck.
He finally took his finger out of my mouth and slid his hand back to my wet pussy. He spread my lips and started to slide his cock into me. It was so easy! I pulled him in deeper with my desire … squeezing my pussy lips around him. I arched my back up to push my hips into him. We rocked back and forth for a long time. We rolled over and I sat up over him. His cock stayed so deep in me, all the time I gyrated on top of him, squeezing his cock over and over.
He thrusted up into me and I felt him cum inside me, all over my pussy, mixing with my wetness … I held him there and eventually laid on top of him. We turned to the side, his cock still inside me. I unwrapped my legs from his hips and rolled over onto my back. He leaned over me and rested him head on my breast. He asked me how I liked it … I told him it was incredible. After he rested for a while – lightly touching my breasts and belly, his hand trailed back to my pussy. I was still so wet from the experience. I had yet to cum, but didn’t care. He told me it was my turn. I told him I knew it wouldn’t take much, and it didn’t …
He slide two fingers inside me. I squirmed and gyrated up and down on the bed. He fit a third finger in me, twisting and turning inside me … so deep. He used his thumb to press against my clit in different rhythms – I never knew when he would press into it. He continued to tease me as I went crazy for it. He loved t. He smiled the whole time, watching my body out of control … I finally came … all over his hand. I could feel it inside my thighs, dripping everywhere.
I dropped back, my head leaning on his arm. He kissed me hard and then we fell asleep, our bodies twisted together. We woke up a few hours later and had sex again … but that’s another story …
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