Where it happened: His water bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was 15 when I lost my virginity to my boyfried. But let’s not jump into that in the very begining. Let’s take it from me, and how my boyfriend and I met.
His name was Trent (oh my name is Trace) and I had lived in the same town my whole life. I am about average height with a light complection. No freckles or anything of that sort. I am normal in skin town, with a little rose tint added to my face around the cheeks when I smile. I have hazel/green eyes and I’m about 5’3″. I have blonde hair about 4 inches off my shoulder and weigh about 119. At the time I had about c cup breasts, and according to the guys and friends I had a lot of people were attracted to me. I never found myself beautiful, still to a point don’t. I have respect for the way I look, but I don’t find myself to be a supermodle or type like that.
Like I was saying, his name was Trent. He moved to the small town I live in because of his fathers job. (His father is a trucker and switches companies quite often) We eventually met through a mutual friend and started dating.
A little before our 1 month annaverary we were at the movies and he put his jacket over my legs to warm me up in the cold theater. He bent over to kiss me and I felt his hand go under my shirt softly carassing my skin. He thought he’d be clever and unbotton my jeans and caress my legs and inner thiegh. “Can I finger you” he whispered. Being clever as he was, the sinsation of him rubbing me felt to good for me to say no. His fingers probbed in and out of me as I climaxed for the first time in my life.
Over the next few months I slowly fell for him more, or so I believed. Eventually I jacked him off and he continued to finger me on occasion. Not to often, but usually when we were both hot and horney.
Oral sex came into the picture and I put it in his hands how to teach me to make a man happy.
Just before our 5th month annaversary we were in his room making out and he slid my shirt off. We continued to kiss and I slowly felt myself wanting to “make love”. at the time I thought that was what it was. “Making love” not sex. He said he wanted to make love to me, and he had protection and I found myself longing to feel him inside me.
He slowly unclothed me and moved his hand down to my awaiting pussy fingering it slowly kissing me and telling me how perfect my body was and kissed me all over. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy as I tried to push down not wanting them to leave me. He pulled on a rubber and climbed ontop of me slowly. I was so unsure of what it would feel like. I kissed him softly as I slowly felt him enter my body. It didn’t hurt at all. (Now I believe it to be because of the fingering my have broke my cherry) I moaned loudly as did he as he rocked back and forth. I felt a sensation unlike any other in my body. I loved it and we both moaned loudly.
We continued to date and have sex often. I felt so in love with him and it became so pleasureable w/him in me. I felt things I never felt. I loved Trent. I loved him so much, or so I thought.
Trent moved when I was 16 1/2 and we eventually grew apart like my friends said we would. He found someone else, and now I have guys asking me out again. I wanted to believe I was in love, I still think I was, but I realized Trent.. All the fighting that always happened between us was his real love, and the sex,….just his hormones
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