Where it happened: His trailer home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
We met at college my first year; he was a senior. We dated for 3 months. What attracted me to him was his gentleness, humor, and maturity. We became more intimate inboth emotional and physical ways, with the most intense of tose occasions occurring when I was at his house one evening. We cuddled, kissed, and allowed each other’s hands to massage our clothed bodies. Things progressed to the point where I didn’t resist as he moved his hand along my abdomen under my blouse to slip his hand into my pants and touch my private parts till I was aroused and wet. I had a debate raging in my head as to whether or not I should take the risk of igniting our passion by doing the same to him. Finally I did and held his firm warm penis and fuzzy testicles in my hand. As we explored our private parts, I became aware of something tender and defining about that moment, but did not fully comprehend what it was. It wasn’t lust. My values and priorities were changing. I wanted something about my life to be different. I entertained suspicions of what might be next for us and for the first time in my life I was hoping it would happen soon. But we had to postpone anything further because I needed to get to my evening job.
Opportunity knocked the following Saturday. We had his trailer house and the whole afternoon to ourselves. We ate lunch together and did the dishes. Then he invited me to his bedroom to show me the new air conditioner he had just installed. We embraced and kissed, then sat on the bed to carry on our loving. A few minutes more found us lying together and having picked up from where we had left off a couple nights before. We were touching our genitals while our clothes were still on. Our inhibitions were breaking down. The shorts I was wearing had a button and zipper on the side. H reached across me to undo the button, but with one hand he couldn’t get it. I sensed his frustration and took this as my cue to help him get the button undone and the zipper down. Then, just to send a signal that I was a willing participant, I slid my shorts and panties completely off. I think this sort of caught him by surprise, so I helped him get his jeans and briefs off. We were naked together from the waist down for the first time.
We continued to touch and kiss and then he moved to get on top of me. Just as I thought we were going to make love, he sort of muttered something under his breath and rolled off me. I asked what was wrong, and he said, “I got so excited I climaxed.” So we resumed kissing and fondling and in a few minutes he was hard again, so he took his place on top with me in the “missionary position.” It was then that he asked me if this was a safe time for this, and I told him we wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! He also confided that this was his first time and I said it was the same for me. He had difficulty getting his penis to go where it had to go, so he asked me to put it in the right place. I did and it glided easily into me about a third or maybe half of his length. That was comfortable for me. H moved in and out, but did not try to push further as both he and I felt some resistance. I was glad he was not forcing himself into me as some of my friends as said their guys had done. Without agreeing to it in advance, we just took our time so we could both relax and be more comfortable with what we were doing. After about 20 minutes or so, he said he was starting to feel the urge to climax again, so he pulled out, rolled to my side, and we tood a break.
Satisfied with our activity, for the next half hour we joked and laughed, and wondered what our family and friends would think if they knew what we were doing. We got into a discussion about whether we were still virgins yet or not. As were were still only naked from the waist down, by boyfriend said as he planted a kiss on my forehead, “You know, what I’d really like to do is to get completely naked, and then make love again and try to get all of me inside of you. I don’t want to hurt you and I’ll stop if I do, but it would be so neat if we could go all the way and remove the doubt about our remaining virginity.”
I knew I could trust him and I wanted this for us as much as he. I took off his shirt and he removed my blouse and bra. The total nudity was an additional turn on. His hairy chest and warm skin touched my breasts and upper body to create a sensation that is still imprinted on my mind. We rolled into the familiar missionary postion, and I guided him in again, and as before, he easily entered me about half of his length. When his penis met resistance, he started bearing down with a steady pressure. It was just enough to make progress but no so much as to cause any intense pain. His heart beats pulsing in his penis were transmitted to my vagina, so I could feel each beat. It was almost a spiritual moment with the closeness, the warmth, the love, and the care I felt as I received him into myself. He kissed me deeply and the more I relaxed the easier it was to accept his manhood. I had a good feeling of fullness in my pelvic area, while emotionally I was becoming overwehlmed by what was happening. When he was nearmaximum penetration, I had a twinge of pain, so I asked him to move back a little and he did. Then as he moved in again, I felt some discomfort, more of a stretching sensation than a sharp pain, and as that subsided, my soulmate whispered that I had all of him inside me. From that point it was pure pleasure for me. He started a slow rhythmic thrusting and with each movment we got closer to climax. The heart beats I previously felt gave way to a different sensation of throbbing much more intense. I felt a warm lubricating wetness being released inside me while I was having spasms of a kind that gave me a sensory overload.
We held each other for a long time basking in the afterglow of what we just accomplished. I did not bleed, but I was a little sore for about a day after that. My first time proved to be not what I dreamed about as a little girl, but it turned out better for me than it did for many of my friends. I wish we could have talked more about what we wanted it to be like before we actually did it, but inspite of that I felt good about the experience. We went on from that first time to explore many other ways of expressing our love. One of the first things we agreed was to get contraception to make sure that future sexual relations would not result in an unwanted pregnancy. My hope is that my sons will be as considerate with the women in their lives as my boyfriend was to me, and that my daughters will have an opportunity to experience a first union as pleasant, fulfilling, and loving as I did. 🙂
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