Where it happened: My Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Me and my girlfriend had been going out for about 9 months, and I was pretty sure already that she was “the one”. We were in true love. I had dated a good dozen girls before her, but none of them had that special thing that she had. I must say that what happened that night was not “fucking”. I didn’t get “laid”, she didn’t get “banged”. We made love.
The relationship always had a strong physical aspect. Heck, I loved her body. I have since the first time I saw her working at the grocery store. So small and thin, yet so firm…but soft at the same time. Nice butt, C-cup breasts, and great curves. Unfortunately she thinks she’s ugly sometimes because she, like I had a year before, has some acne problems. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen none the less. After many different attempts at treatment her doctor finally gave her birth control pills (believe it or not, they are known to help treat acne), which you should keep in mind. Also, she was a virgin too. Anyways, we’ve always had a strong physical relationship. The way I knew that it was safe to ask her out was because after our second date she french-kissed me. We were offically an item promptly therafter. From french-kissing in the first month to what I guess you would call dry humping in the second month (not a recommendation – you’ll rub yourself raw, fellas). By three months we were into heavy petting, and by four she had finally taken Mr. Winky out to play (another tip – try to get her to use a lubricant when you hit this phase; some women just can’t handle your goods quite as well as you, and a real good slick handjob can even rival a blowjob). By six months oral sex started to emerge in our sexual evolution, though she wasn’t terribly fond of the act. What she liked was rubbing. You know, like the dry humping, but not so dry. At first it started out with us in our underwear, rubbing eachother. By the seventh month the underwear was discarded and it was just my warm, hard cock rubbing against her slick clitoris and labia. I just wasn’t allowed to go inside of her. She loved to climax that way, and didn’t like to recieve oral sex because she was kind of self-conciencious about it. I would come that way, too. I’m sure that some of you understand what kind of severe hormonal restraint I had to show to keep from putting it in. I only managed to restrain myself for about a month. I would try to get her to let me in just a little bit, just to see what it’s like. I wouldn’t count that as losing our virginity. Through time I put it in a little longer, a little deeper, and maybe moved it about a little before I came back out again. We knew that it we were going to have sex, and weren’t quite sure that we already hadn’t. We both knew that I hadn’t ever broken the hymen (which she ended up not having one of at all – it was either broken by a tampon, she wasn’t born with one, or it was just really really thin), and that’s the big official virginity freshness seal. We talked about it and I told her how badly I just wanted to make love to her. She also really wanted to make love to me.
One night in my bedroom we started out with some good foreplay – kissing, undressing eachother, loving eachother. Then she gave me a blow job which was more intense than any she had ever given me. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth engulfing me…her saliva dripping down over her hand…her hand firmly stroking the part of the shaft which she can’t fit into her mouth. She sucked hard as her head slowly bobbed and turned, her tounge flicking and licking at me inside of her mouth. After what was probably a few minutes (which seemed like eternal bliss), she stopped. We kept a towell near the bed for clean-up, so she wiped her mouth off and then climbed on top of me. She started doing her usual rubbing, making herself even hotter and wetter as our breaths became more heavy and our emotions started raging. We embraced as our bodies grinded against eachother. We always exchanged kisses and looks of love and passion when we were intimate, but tonight was special. My breathing grew faster and I whispered to her that I was going to come soon, so she slowed down to a pace which was so slow it could keep me from coming, but fast enough to keep me on the verge. I whispered that I loved her. She kissed me, and gave me a look which meant the same. After another kiss, she slid herself forward and let my stiff cock slide out from under her and up to her slick hole. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. I gave her a gentle smile and she returned it. Then, as she moved down and I slid slowly into her tight, wet depths, her smile faded and her eyes closed as her thoughts went towards this amazing feeling inside of her. My heart was racing with a mix of emotion and hormone. I held her hips tight as she slid down, bringing me most of the way inside of her. The feeling was heavenly. She slowly started to begin the slow and rythmic rise-and-fall of lovemaking, and my hips followed the beat. My orgasm was creeping up slowly. I again whisper to her “I love you. I’m always going to love you.” Between her now quickening breaths she replied “I love you, too.” and a tear began to roll down her cheek. As I could feel my climax coming faster and faster, my eyes began to fill with tears of love and pleasure. My gasps turned to moans as my orgasm seemed to explode with the most intense physical pleasure that I had ever felt. As we slowed to a stop we embraced eachother tightly, our faces wet with tears. I stayed inside of her for a long time (getting smaller, of course), and we kissed and loved. She didn’t have an orgasm, but that’s not what was important to her. What was important was what it had meant. We had given eachother the gift of our virginity, and that really meant something to us.
We still make love to this day…but everyone needs a good fucking now and then, so we do that too. She’s only had one vaginal orgasm, and we’re not sure why. She still loves rubbing because it gives her a clitoral orgasm – I get sex, she gets rubbin’, everyone’s happy. We’re engaged to be married on June 5 (’99). I think she’s going to make me stop having sex with her a month or two before the wedding just so that on our wedding night I’ll REALLY want her. Well then she ain’t rubbin’ it either! (In case you were wondering this has been a true story.)
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