Where it happened: Bathroom of a beach pavillion
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
My first sexual experience was with a girl named Linda. I’ll never forget her. She was the only “haole” (white) girl in our school. She had long blond hair; large, firm breasts; beautiful tanned complexion. The prototypical “California Golden Girl” except she lived in Hawaii. Anyway, she and her older sister used to train at a martial arts gym a few blocks from my house, and they often walked to the gym right past my house. I used to watch Linda and her sister walking by my house from my bedroom window and just lust after her . . . usually masturbating myself to a terrific orgasm. I’m not sure Linda ever knew, or even suspected, that I had the “hots” for her. Anyway, as luck would have it, our 7th grade science teacher assigned us to work on a science project together. Since we both enjoyed the ocean, and we both loved to surf, we decided to do a project on waves; more specifically, we wanted to “test” something that all surfers knew to be true: that waves come in sets, and the 7th wave in the set is always the largest.
So we went to our favorite surfing beach, with pencil and tablet in hand, and sat on the beach to count the waves in each set and “measure” (by visual means) how big each wave was. I think it was the 4th or 5th day that we had been doing this when we started “horsing” around–wrestling on the sand sort of–and in the process I got a raging hard-on which Linda immediate noticed since my cockhead was poking out through the leg of my shorts. She didn’t say anything, but then said she need to use the restroom at the pavillion and wanted me to come along with her because she was afraid to go alone. I remember it was getting toward sunset and it seemed like a reasonable request, so I went along. When we got there, Linda went into the women’s restroom, then called me to come in. I went in and she motioned me over to one of the dressing room stalls. Linda turned off the light, we went in the stall, and she locked the door. The stall had a bench built into the wall and we sat on it. Then Linda started to kiss me–giving me my first “french” kiss. It was obvious she knew what to do. I got another instant hard on, and this time Linda started rubbing it as we kissed. She then asked me if I had every fucked before, and I admitted that I hadn’t. She told me she hadn’t too, but had come close several times with her brother’s friend (who was in high school), but always chickened out. She asked me if I wanted to try it with her, and I nodded yes. She laid back on the bench and told me to come up top of her and put my cock inside her cunt, and “poke” her as we used to call intercourse where I came from. Well, not knowing what I was doing, I fumbled around and CAME before I even got my cock in her. But being 13 and horny, I got hard almost right away, and this time, Linda said she would lie on me and see if she could get it in. She did . . . and she got it in . . . and I don’t ever remember the “breaking of the cherry” part ever happening the way most first timers describe it. I just remember my cock sliding right into Linda’s cunt and remember the warm, wet, exquisite feeling of her vagina as she moved it up and down slowly on my cock. I’m came quickly again, but she kept on fucking me and I got hard again and eventually came inside her again. We never used a condom; never in tought to use one. Two dumb, horny kids, huh???!! Anyway, we did it till Linda’a leg started getting a cramp and since it was dark already, she said she needed to get home before she got in trouble with her parents. That’s how it ended. Sad to say, Linda and I never did it again. That summer, her Dad got transferred to another island and the whole family moved. I kept in touch with Linda through letters till she was a junior in high school, when she got pregnant from a guy she was dating and they had to get married. Linda told me her husband was a real jealous guy and that it was best if we didn’t write anymore. We eventually lost contact, I moved away to the mainland to go to school, and I haven’t seen Linda for over 20 years now. But I still think about her and that first time in the ladies restroom of the beach pavillion. Linda, whereever you are, I hope you’re having a good life!
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