Where it happened: School Library
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
My boyfried and I had been dating for the past year secretly because of our ages: I was twelve and he was seventeen. He called me Bunny and I called him Spain, although I am not exactly sure how either of us came up with the nicknames. Although I was in seventh grade and he was a senior, we went to school together because our middle and high schools were together. We were both the intelligent type, and spent most of our school hours getting out of class so we could hang together in the library. We had discovered that no one hardly ever used the old stacks in a back room of the library, so we frequented there to make out, and sometimes we would go down on each other. One day, he asked me if I would go all the way with him. I fancied myself in love with him, so I said yes. He sat me on a stack of encyclopedias and unzipped my pants. He began touching me, rubbing his fingers over my clit and putting them in me. He used his other hand to go up my shirt and play with my breasts through my bra. After a few minutes, I had gotten extremely horny and blurted out, “Dammit, Spain, just fuck me already.” He looked a bit taken aback, but he did as I told him. He pulled my pants around my knees and did the same with his. “Are you safe?” he asked. I paused. I hadn’t thought about birth control. “No, but I’ll get a day after pill if you don’t have a glove.” He pulled out a condom and slid it onto his erect dick. It wasn’t abnormally big or small, between six and a half and seven inches, but to my virginal eyes it was very intimidating. He spread my knees and slowly pushed into me, because he knew of my innocent state. Oh, it hurt like hell for a minute, and I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. But then it started to feel good, and so I started moving my hips. He started pumping. It felt wonderful, but I knew I wasn’t going to come like that. “Touch me,” I instructed him. He moved his fingers down and started stroking my clit. I came after a minute or so, and he did after me. I glanced at my watch. “Oh shit, Spain, the bell rings in two minutes!” I got down and pulled up my pants. Then I noticed that I had bled on the top encyclopedia. There was no way to clean it up; he didn’t carry a handkerchief and I didnt carry tissues in my purse. We had to leave it there. The next day when we went into the stacks to make out, the blood was gone. Later, as we came out, the librarian looked at us suspiciously. She had probably guessed what was going on. We only had sex once more, on the day before he left for college. I haven’t talked to him for around a year now. But I wish you the best of luck, Spain, if you’re reading this, and you probably are because I know about your taste for erotic stories.
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