Where it happened: My room@parents' house.
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
September 5, 2007 – It was exactly 20 years ago today that my first love, Mary, and I decided to take that huge step and lose our virginity together. We were young, only 16, and deeply in love. My parents were out of town (or just out of the house,) and she came over to “hang out” (although I think we both knew exactly what was going to happen.) We were watching a Pat Benatar concert on TV and started fiercely making out, as we always did when we were alone (or camping out on a sidewalk with hundreds of other teens waiting for Motley Crue tickets to go on sale.)
I had unhooked her bra, teasing her nipples, aching for her large breasts and wanting them in my mouth. One of my hands snuck down her pants, crawled into her panties and found her hot wetness. I did to her with my fingers what I had been dying to do to her with something else.
“Let’s go to my room,” I said in what must have been a desperately pleading tone. We rushed upstairs and tore each other’s clothes off. I reached up to the head of the bed and pressed play on the tape deck. Mary loved Rod Stewart’s voice, sax music, and the French language. “Tonight’s the Night” had all three.
We squirmed on the bed in each other’s arms and explored each other’s bodies with our hands and with our mouths. As Rod begged his lover to spread her wings and let him come inside, Mary did. My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and I strained to press into her. I rubbed up and down until I felt her give a little, and she lifted up her hips and pushed against me, sliding me in just slightly. Then I took control, sliding in deeper and deeper with each thrust. I couldn’t believe it was really happening. I loved her so much, and it felt so right.
Rod continued his crooning about the “first cut” being the “deepest” and being a “fool for you,” and we made love for 30 minutes? An hour? I don’t know, but we went through a couple of different tapes.
Mary and I are still good friends and both have families now. But there were several other lovers in between. As Mary used to say, practice makes perfect. If that’s the case, even if we’re not perfect, we’re certainly much better than we were when we were 16 or 17. I often wonder what it would be like to be with her again. Holding her long, naked body in my arms once again; feeling her legs wrapping around mine, penetrating her as if I were taking her virginity all over again; and then kissing her sweet, pouting lips and looking into her eyes and telling her how much I love her.
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