Where it happened: His Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I had been dating my [now ex] boyfriend for about 3 months when we decided to have sex. Looking back, it was a bit too early to do that. I wanted to have sex and I really loved him but it wasn’t very smart, I’ll admit.
His name is Paul, and we were inseparable. We’d hang out on school nights at each other’s houses just cuddling watching movies or roaming aimlessly around the city. We’d hold hands and we had all kinds of inside jokes. I truly considered him my one and only best friend. So, I had just gotten back from my two week long vacation in the United States visiting family, and of course, Paul and I were practically glued to each other since we had been separated for so long. After about a week of being back home, a friend told me that Paul told his best friend who told her that he was interested in having sex with me. I was excited but also very nervous and anxious. I told all of my friends that I most likely wouldn’t do it with him, when all along I knew: I was definitely losing the V-Card to him.
So it was a Wednesday, a half day at school. It was cold outside and we had planned to go to his place [as always]. On the bus ride to his place I was quiet the whole time, but I finally spoke when we got to his place. He called up his dad’s girlfriend to ask her to come home a bit later than usual for us to have more time [she luckily didn’t ask questions]. After he got off the phone, he started to kiss me and he led me to his room. He lied me down on his bed and got on top of me. We made out as we undressed each other. He pulled off his top and then I got on top of him and pulled off my shirt and attempted to take off my bra. IT WAS STUCK. I was mortified. But we laughed and everything was okay. For the first time he properly saw my breasts. He felt them with both hands and pulled me down so they rubbed against his bare chest. My hands rubbed his body as I moved down to his jeans. I unbuttoned them and pulled them off. Just by looking at his underwear I could tell he was already hard. I pulled them off and rubbed him whilst making out. By now we were under the covers and we were both completely unclothed except I still had my panties on. He put his hand down there and started to finger me. I was already so wet. I was so ready. He went to get the condom, and then we did it.
I kissed him and told him I loved him, and he did too, then I guided him into me. I gasped in pain as he tore through me, but the pain didn’t last very long. He went slow at first, but after a few minutes I got into it. We were there in his room, under the covers humping eachother’s bodies like never before. He pumped in and out of me and we both breathed heavily in pleasure. For a first time, he was really good. Occasionally he’d put a finger down on my pussy and rub my clit or rub or suck on one of my breasts… It felt amazing. I rolled on top of him and began to ride him. I moved back and forth on him and started to go faster and faster. He put his arms around me and moved me up and down on him. I kissed him and rolled back over. He entered me again and pumped in and out of me for a bit longer, kissing my neck and holding me close. I moaned and gasped, it was amazing. After 45 minutes of first-time-sex he came and we cuddled together for a long time, which I think was the best part. Just lying there naked with him, his arms around me. He whispered ‘I love you’ in my ear and I felt complete. We had sex many times after that and we were together for 8 months. I was truly in love with him. I’m not going to say i still am, because I don’t want to be. Because it hurts too much to think that I’ve lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss you Paul, even though I see you everyday. If you want to start over, just let me know. You mean so much to me. I’ll never forget our first time.
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