Abby & Kieth

After reading some of the other stories on this site, I think I’m one of the lucky few who had a great first experience. I met Keith at a party one of my friends (named Anna) was having. He was 19 and had these gray-blue eyes that just swallowed you up with one look. His hair was chocolate brown and short. He had this one lock of hair that always fell in front of his eyes-giving him this bad-boy look. Keith had to have been around 6 feet because I’m 5’8 and he was a couple inches taller then me. He had a great bodyànice wide shoulders, great chest-the whole shebang. It was love at first site. laugh

Anyway, I felt a little out of place at this party because I had just met Anna not to long ago, and I didn’t go to her school or anything so I didn’t really know anybody besides Anna and a couple other people she had briefly introduced me to. I will say that Anna WAS trying to keep me entertained and comfortable, but being at a party with 100 or so people you don’t know, and not knowing anybody else but the “hostess” at the party was a little daunting. None of my regular friends were there. If you wondering “then why did you go?” The reason is simply because I was bored and momentarily pissed at my main clique (long story)à I wanted to show them that I didn’t need themàthat I had other friends-friends that they didn’t even know. (Petty huh?)

Well, there was a slow song on, so I sneaked outside into the dark (it was pitch black). It’s not that I hadn’t had any offers to dance, just simply that I wanted to leave. I was done socializing. Meeting new people is tiring-when you’re the only one that doesn’t know everyone else, it makes you feel like an outsider. I walked to the pretty white gazebo Anna’s dad had built. (Anna had this gorgeous backyard. It is her father’s pride and joy). I leaned over the edge of the gazebo, enjoying the breeze and my solitude. I had a pretty little cream-colored sundress on that blew with the wind and gave me the feeling of tiny little fingers stroking my skin. It was one of the reasons that I loved the dress so much. I closed my eyes and breathed in the spring air, calming my nerves and reliving some stress. It was so dark that I couldn’t really see anything, and I liked that-if I can’t see them, they can’t see me. smile

I was about to turn around and head back to the party inside, when I heard a low, amused, and distinctly male voice say, “Enjoying the party?”

I let out a surprised squeal and turned, slapping my hands over my mouth to smother my own squeal. I could only see the outline of his body because it was so dark, but I flushed red thinking that all this time he must have been standing in the corner of the gazebo watching me. He had to have seen my relief at being outside and away from the people and the party. I squinted, trying to see him more clearly.

“Uh, yeah. Just needed a breatheràits’ kind of hot inside.” Why was I lying? And so lamely too?? I should just shout “I wanna go home!!!! I want to leave!!!” But of course I didn’t.

“Yeah, it is kind of hot in there, isn’t it?” His reply told me that he was onto me, and new I didn’t want to be here-and that he found the fact very amusing.
I’ve never been one to let people laugh at me-even silently. “Yeah well, I better get back inside. Nice talking to you.” I saidàquite curtly. The guy rubbed me wrong. His low voice gave me goosebumps (no joke) and there was so much tension, energy, or something in the air, I could barely breath. It was a sign of intense dislike-so I thought. I started to walk passed him, when he put his hand on my arm to stop me. Let me just say thisàgod was he hot. I mean it-literally. His skin was like so hot, it was scorching where his skin was touching mine. All I could think was “Can he feel this heat? Is it just me?” I was praying it was just me, cause if he felt this heat, it would be so awkward or embarrassing or something.

When all he said was, “Stay and talk with me for a while, I’m tired of dancing.” I was dumbfounded. He sounded so normal. His voice slightly lower (I think), but besides that just the same. Which meant he didn’t feel the heat right? He had taken his hand from my arm rather quickly though. I mused over these thoughts for a couple seconds and then decided to stay. After all, this had never happened to me before. A new experience, a story to tell my buds. I couldn’t really see his faceàmaybe he is butt ugly, I thought. The thought was discarded as quickly as it came-with that voice and that build, he couldn’t be ugly. It would be against all laws of nature if he were. I think I said something along the lines of “Ok” and sat down on the rail that went around the gazebo, crossing my legs and bracing myself with my arms. He jumped up beside me on the rail and we sat a couple moments in silence, the music from the party playing quietly in the background. I’m not sure when we began to talk, and even what about. We just started talking and laughing about everything. He told me about his dog, his apartment, his parents, his sister, his friends, his job, everything and everyone. I did the same. We laughed about school, parties, people, and about life. It was great. There was just this connection, these coincidences, and this overall feeling of knowing each other. We were talking/laughing about his 8 year old goldfish when he heard a slow song coming from inside. He asked me to dance and I just jumped off the rail and went into his arms without a thought. That’s how it started.

We were dancing, I let my head rest on his hard shoulder and breathed in a sigh when he traced his fingers up and down my spine. It was so light I could barely feel it, but it was there. It wasn’t threatening because it was so light, so I didn’t even think of anything but how good it felt. His one hand slowly moved down to my butt, lightly cupping and kneading it, while the other hand continued it’s slow trail up and down my back. Feeling each bump in my spine. If he would have groped or something I know I would have pulled away, but everything was so lightly done that it was pure pleasure and sensations. When the hand that was going up and down my spine lightly touched the side of my breast I didn’t even flinch, I just sighed. Everything was relief, nothing he did was shocking to me. It was just exquisite relief. My breasts ached and I pushed my chest unconsciously towards him, begging him to touch them. Really touch them. The light touches to the sides of them was killing me and making them ache. So when he lightly palmed them, I mumbled something to let him know that I liked it. He took one hand off of them, while the other continued to knead, to tip my chin up and press his hot lips lightly against mine. My eyes were still closed, I was lost-I’ll tell you that straight up. Everything was so new to me and when I started kissing him back he put the other hand back on my breast to knead it. As he kneaded them, his thumb kept skimming over the nipples, shooting spirals of heat straight down my body. When he rolled 1 between his thumb and finger my knees went weak and I started to fall. When I felt something hard press against the back of my legs, my eyes opened and I realized he had somehow danced us way back into the garden where there were a couple of lawn chairs. He was pressing me gently back onto one of the large cushioned ones. I let him guide me down on to the chair and when he followed me down, his leg gently inserting itself between mine. When I looked at his face I felt myself get hotter. His eyes were scorching and his hands were so hot against my skin I couldn’t help but squirm. I remember him saying “Shh, easyà” and then his incredibly hot mouth coming down on mine once again making me feel feverish and so hot on the inside I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even notice when he peeled off my dress and when he took off his shirt and jeans. But when his weight came down on me again, his scorching skin touching mine, I groaned in agony and pleasure at the same time. He began to kiss my neck, shoulders, chest, while I rubbed my hands over his chest, touching his nipples, and letting the hair slide through my fingers in wonder. When he began to kiss my ear and I felt his hands trailing over my now bare breasts (don’t even ask me when the bra and panties disappeared, because I don’t know) I arched up. His tongue pushed into the small opening in my ear, at the same time his hand slipped between my legs and his finger drove into me. Heat was coiling inside me so fast and pooling in-between my legs, and I didn’t know how to get rid of it, so I began (I admit) to get a little frightened. I had never felt these things before and my body was totally out of my control, acting on its own accord. I felt his thumb move in-between my folds and circle and rub against my nub. Spirals of heat were shooting all over my body, heat was coiled so tight, and my nerves were so sensitized I didn’t think I could take anymore. The lightest touch of his skin to mine was pleasure so close to agony I didn’t think I could bear it. I tried to tell him that something was happening, and that he needed to stop, I tried to push his hands away but he was relentless, circling and rubbing against my hard and swollen nub. And then all of a sudden my toes started tingling and the tingling came up my body in a wave and then I just exploded, waves of heat rolling through me, I cried out, my back arching off the cushioned lawn chair. I could feel myself pulsating and clenching in spasms down there. I felt him pushing my legs wide, and under half-open lids I watched him push himself inside me slowly. He grabbed each one of my hands in one of his and folded/pushed each one of them beside my head. Holding onto my hands, our hands fisted together, he took my virginity in a single thrust. I didn’t scream or cry or bleed to deathà as I hear so many other people say they did. I closed my eyes, gave his hands a little squeeze to let him know I was ok, and when he began powerfully thrusting in and out, I arched my back and gave myself over to him and to the pleasure.

And to this day, I’m still giving myself over to him and to the pleasure. Keith and me are still together and plan to be together for a long time. True love does exist-along with happy beginnings and happy endings. Cheers!

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