Where it happened: His bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Like many of the women who write to this site, I was planning
to save myself for marrage. Of course, boys always try to make
that difficult.
I dated a reasonable amount in Jr. high and highschool, starting
with cute little trips to the skating rink with my mother or my
dates’ mother driving. At 15, I first dated a boy with a car,
and learned about the fun and danger of, “parking”. I guess that
the danger was part of the fun really. I was playing with fire,
and the closer to having sex I got, the more fun it was.
By 16, I was eagerly getting my breasts rubbed, and occationally
giving hand jobs. Eventually, I tried giving a blowjob, and it
was OK. I didn’t really get that much out of it, but the guy
LOVED it, and that made it all worthwhile, so I started doing it
more often than hand jobs.
However, it just wasn’t enough for one guy. I refused to give up
my virginity, and he wouldn’t go out with me if I “held out” on
him. I was bemoaning my problem to one of my girfriends when she
suggested that I try anal sex with him. She said she hadn’t tried
it, but had heard it was just as good for him as the real thing.
Of course, by the time it came up, he had already dumped me.
However, I tried anal sex with my next boyfreind, and he loved it.
He wasn’t a virgin, and told me, afterward, that it was just as good.
I started keeping KY jelly in my bedroom, and I sneeked him in to
try it out. My next boyfriend liked it too. I figured that I had
found my solution.
After that I dated a guy named Keith. He was really self assured,
which was a real turn-on. We started doing the parking routine, going
from kissing to blow-jobs very quickly. I figured that I would have
anal sex with him as soon as I got him back to my house alone.
As fate would have it, one night, we were alone at his house, watching
a video. I don’t remember where his parents were. We made out
during the movie, and then went to his bedroom afterward. He asked
me if I wanted to have sex with him, and I told him I was saving myself.
He didn’t seem too happy about that. I said I would do anal with
him if he had any lubricant on hand.
At this point, he was fingering me, and I was pretty wet. He suggested
that if he could keep me turned on, I could provide enough lubricant
on my own. That was good enough for me. So we stripped of the rest
of our clothes and I got on all fours on his bed. I rubbed my clit
and dipped his finger into my vagina. He would dip it in, rub my juice
off on his penis, and then rub my clit again.
This went on for a long time, and I was getting very turned on. The
whole time, he was kissing my neck and shoulders. Sometimes, we would
reach up and play with my nipples a little. I had never been so
turned on before.
He rubbed his slippery penis head arround on my anus a few times, but
said it wasn’t ready yet. After a while, he started rubbing the shaft
against my vaginal lips and clit. It was really nice. I was starting
to get really warm inside. He started rubbing my clit with just the
head of his penis. Then he would rub it with his fingers, while with
the other hand he rubbed my lips with the head.
He rubbed the head back and forth, seperating the lips, and it felt
really good, especially with him keeping my clit buisy. Eventually,
I felt his head go in. Pulled away gently, and said, “careful.”
He kept on rubbiing my clit, and sliding the head between my lips.
I was getting really into it, and started bucking my hips a bit.
This gave him another chance to put his head into me. Before I could
say anything, he said, “sorry,” and pulled back out.
I guess that made me fell like I could trust him. After all, it was
sort of my fault that it had gone in, and he pulled it out. I
said, “It’s OK,” to try to make him feel better. His head popped
into me again, the next time I bucked backward. It was feeling good,
so I figured it was OK as long as it kept getting pulled out every
time I bucked forward again.
Actually, it was feeling more than good. After it had gone in and
out a few times, I was really getting into it. I started bucking a
little further back each time. He picked up on this, and started
stroking a bit. He also went a little further forward so that he
wasn’t pulling out of me any more.
At this point, I wasn’t really thinking rationally any more. I was
much too turned on. I was nearing orgasm from him rubbing me, and
was starting to tense up when he started to push against my hymen.
It hurt, but I was too turned on to care.
Then he pushed through it. It hurt a lot, but at the same time it
was sort of a relief. At least I didn’t have to worry about it
any more. He was still rubbing my clit at this point, and I was
really paying more attention to that than I was to the pain. I
felt him push all the way into me and then start stoking. At that
point, I had one really clear thought, which was, “Oh my god! I’m
having sex!” Before I had much time to think about it, I was
coming, and before I was done, so was he.
I slowly sunk down until I was lying on my face, and he was lying
on top of me. He had pulled his arm out from under me, and was
still burried inside of me (and still pretty hard). He asked me
if I was OK, and said he was sorry. I said that it was OK. I told
him it felt wonderful, and sort of purred, “mmmmmm.”
He started licking and nipping my neck again, and I amazed myself
by having another orgasm. I hadn’t ever heard of anyone getting
and orgasm from having their neck nibbled.
After I had recovered, we pulled him out, and I rolled over. We
kissed for a while. Eventually, I started playing with is penis,
which was STILL hard. I figured I’d already blown my chance of
marrying as a virgin, so I put him back in, and we went at it
again, only facing this time.
The next day, I told my mother that I needed to see an Ob/Gyn. I
said that I’d had sex, and wanted to get on the pill ASAP, because
I was going to do it again. I can’t say that she was very happy.
As it turned out, I was alergic to the pill and couldn’t get on it.
I also couldn’t get a morning after pill, which is what I REALLY
wanted. I stuck it out for the rest of the month, and didn’t get
pregnant.
This is where it gets really dumb. I continued to have unsafe sex
with Keith. We went out for six more months, and never once used
a condom. Even after we broke up and he had another girfriend, he
would see me on the sly. He was just so good in bed. I don’t know
how to describe it. I think it was the foreplay mostly. There was
nothing magical about his body. I just had such great sex with him.
When I graduated, and went off to collage. There I had other
boyfriends and lovers. I was always safe with them, but when
vactaion came arround, I would be back having totally unprotected
sex with Keith again. He said the same was true of him. Looking
back on it, I can’t believe I was so dumb. . . or so lucky.
I haven’t seen Keith for almost three years. Two years ago, I was
married. I love my husband a great deal, and frequently make
wonderful love with him. Still, if I ran into Keith again, I
doubt if we could control ourselves.
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