I’d been in love with a boy for months. He of those guys that flirted with every girl in school, and made out with most of them too. And he did more than just make out with the bolder girls. I was a little innocent girl… until my sophomore year. I chopped my long hair, got rid of my braces, and suddenly I was beautiful. He’d always flirted with me before, but now he’d call me up and tell me how sexy I was, and would ask me intimate questions. He said he wanted to be the first guy to eat me out. So, about two weeks ago, he called on a Monday morning that we had off of school. He came over, and we went down into my basement. I had prepared for this all morning. I shaved (everywhere), put on my sexiest lingerie, and made sure I was hot shit. It started out so casual. We put in a movie, and “watched” it. Still, I know that both of us knew what would inevitably happen. After a while he started tickling me and tickling me… Then, he brushed aside my hair, and kissed my neck three times. Then, he leaned over, pulled the low cut shirt I was wearing out of the way, and began to kiss my right breast, and then my left. It really felt wonderful, but I was beginning to get nervous. I had never done more than make out and get felt up before. I didn’t know what to expect. After he kissed my breasts for a while, he gave me a long, slow, soft french kiss. Then he began to feel my breasts again. Then, he unbuttoned my silver jeans, and I helped him pull them off. He placed a blanket over my legs, and put his hand under the blanket. He caressed between my legs, extremely lightly. Then, he pulled off the thong and tossed it aside. I was excited, and turned on. Still, I was so nervous, and I had no idea what was going to happen. The first thing he did was put his finger inside me. I did feel good… But he really wasn’t a gentle lover. At first he pumped the finger in and out slowly…but then it got so fast and so hard that it hurt! It really hurt. I was too afraid to ask him to stop, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I know, that was stupid. Then, he started rubbing my clit, SO fast and SO intense, I thought I was going to burst. I didn’t know what to do, the feeling was so extreme. I prayed he’d stop, and yet I didn’t want him to. He did those things for a while, then I felt him put a hand on each of my knees. I opened my eyes and saw the black of his hands contrast against the white of my skin. He caught my glance, and asked if I was ok, I said I was. I shut my eyes again. He bent his head down, and began to lightly tongue my clit. This felt extremely good, warm and soft. He wasn’t too rough with this, thank goodness. Then he’d switch off, fingering me, rubbing my clit, tongueing my clit… This went on for a very long time. Maybe I’m difficult to get off, or maybe he’s not the best lover. It felt pretty good, except for the painful fingering, but I just didn’t orgasm. So after a long time of this, I felt something very different being pressed against my pussy. I felt a hand on each of my knees, so I knew that this thing was not a hand. It was hot and stiff, and I’m not an idiot, so I knew it was his cock. I opened my eyes and saw it. I tried not to stare. It was very long. I’d been expecting it to be short, since he and still maturing, but it was longer than I expected. 8 inches maybe? I don’t know. It was sticking straight out. I liked the sight of it, and the knowledge that working on me was making him hard. He rubbed his cock on me, and I really liked that. He’d put it against me, and then pound it for a while. Still, I never thought he’d put it inside me… But then, I felt him try to do it. And I knew he didn’t have a condom. Still, I didn’t tell him to stop. I know I should have. I was tight, I know, because i was nervous. (My parents were upstairs the whole time!) He had trouble getting inside me. He’d stop and finger me for a while, then try to slip his cock in again. After it slipping out a few times when he pumped, it got in and stayed in. And he pumped SOOOOO hard. I thought he was going to break me. I’m a very tiny girl. He’s not heavy, but he’s very tall and strong. He just got on top of me, and I just lay there and let him pound it into me. The whole time he’d been performing on me, I’d been moaning and sighing. Now, I was making these little whispers, like “No, we can’t…we shouldn’t…no…” but I wasn’t expecting him to hear. I was just afraid I’d get caught. My dad came down the stairs after a little bit, he heard me moaning. My boy pulled out and dove off the couch. Clever him. So, I was lying there, no pants on, under a blanket, and my boy was on the floor, fly unzipped, jacket over his jeans, hiding his erection. He pulled out before he came inside me, thank goodness. We fooled around a little bit more after my dad went upstairs, but we didn’t have sex again. After all that pounding, I was unbelievably sore. I bled a little, like I heard I would. He says he’d like to try again, I’m not really sure if I will. I found out I’m not pregnant, but I figured I wasn’t since he didn’t cum inside me. Well, now I know what it’s like. Sometimes great, sometimes painful. Oh well… him and I aren’t dating, and I doubt we ever will. But we still flirt, and we’ll probably get together again. Only this time I’ll make him put on a condom. Only slight regret…that now I feel like I have nothing left to give to another man. But, I was with the man I adore right now, for four amazing hours… Those hours are mine and his, no matter what the future holds. And I’m very happy about that.
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A Little Nervous
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