hey, I’m from Canada, and I’m proud of who I am, and everything I have done to be who I am today…including what happened on July 31, 2000.
I’m a 5’8, 130lb blonde, and I’m built like your typical tennis player, he’s 5’11, 240lbs and built like…Chris Farley, lol.
It’s not the most impressive story, but because the guy I did this with is kind of egotistical, I’m not going to dress it up, in the interest of keeping his head from exploding in case he ever reads this, so here goes.
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Him and I had made plans to you know, make it a blockbuster night, but at the last minute, he phoned me and said that his cousin had died, and that he had to go to the wake. I said no problem, and he invited me to go, I said yes, and dressed in my best v-neck and black skirt, I’m your usual tomboy, jeans and baby dolls tops, but not today, he told me a few times how good I looked that day.
We drove out to Cobourg, mingled with his family, sympathized with the close relatives, and left all within about an hour.
We got back to his house, ohhh 8ish and I was already tired of my heels. I took off my strappy shoes and put my hair up, when I came back into his room, he was down to his wife beater and khaki shorts. I don’t even care how chubby he is (I dig big guys) he looked really good with his hair all gelled and such.
So I joined him under the sheets and we started to watch like…Sister Act 2 or something filled with black people.
Anyway, he rolled towards me, and you know the drill, things got heavy, we made out, I kissed him on his neck, his ear lobes, just got him going without having to do much work. I must have had that look in my eye right away because he turned to me, looked me in the eye and said “do you want to try?”
I knew what he meant, I nodded and he grabbed my hand and we moved to the living room to put some distance between his mothers bedroom and ourselves.
On the couch, we didn’t waste much time. He took off his shorts and boxers, then knealed on the couch and helped me out of my underwear, then pushed my skirt up around my waist.
I was already pretty excited, so I guided his 6 inches in, wincing in pain but enjoying it at the same time. He rushed it like I knew he would, with complete disregard for me, and soon he was thrusting in and out of me, and trust me you’ve never seen a fat kid move so quick, it was all over in around 25 s leaving me wanting more. So I gave him a blow job for about 2 minutes until he was ready to go again, and this time I went on top, he lasted around 5 minutes then blew his load again. We were both pretty spent, and my mother arrived to pick me up right on schedule,:30.
We kissed and said I Love You.
And about a month later, we broke up
He’s still a part of my life though, we talk and I give him dating tips, and so on.
He’s been trying to get back with me for about 3 weeks, and I guess we’ll have to see how things turn out.
All I can say is that if you love a person, and they truely love you, don’t waste time, losing your virginity can be a beautiful thing.
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