Where it happened: In my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Writing this does feel a little strange to me. Naturally growing up I was always curious about sex, and I would read other people’s stories on this site. I always said I would end up contributing mine:
I was 19 when I first slept with someone. His name was Anthony and I had met him through a website devoted to a particular make of car. Initially he sent me a private message through the site, wanting to know if I was going to a club meet being held near my house (I was not able to go because I was out of the country at my mother’s wedding). From there we sent each other a lot of emails then text messages, finally spending hours on the phone to each other. Although we got on well on the phone, I was very wary of the 14 year age gap, and that he lived nearly 200 miles away. Also he was going through a really bad time, his second marriage was over, and he was very lonely. I was struggling a little bit, I had just moved into my own house, and I had moved quite far from home. I had not had telephone line or TV set up yet, my heating was broken and there was a slight rat problem. It was a huge release to be able to spend time talking to him.
Naturally he wanted to meet up at some point; I was a little more wary and procrastinated about it for a long time. It was not until I had a rare weekend off that I spontaneously decided that now would be a good time to meet him. I travelled towards him and he travelled my way, and the idea was we were to meet in the middle. He was able to cover a lot more ground that me because his car was much faster. We ended up crossing paths at a small pub, where we stood chatting for a while before taking my dog for a walk. I really liked him; he was just like the guy I had known on the phone. After a while we were not sure where to go from there, neither of us wanted to go home after an hour and a half’s driving, so I said he should come back to mine.
I was getting nervous at this point, because I felt fairly sure that we would end up having sex. It is not like I didn’t trust him, I was just wary of such a new experience. I did not tell him that I was still a virgin, and nor did he ask. We got back to my house in the very early hours of the morning, and we stayed talking for a little while before going to bed.
He started to run his hands up my back and along my hips, gradually brushing past more intimate areas. He told me that I was beautiful, and that he really fancied me. Gaining in confidence, I started to explore his body. He had a well defined body, and strong shoulders and arms. He started to kiss me, on my face, down my neck and around my breasts. He spent a long time, kissing and caressing my nipples. At my total ease with him and I ran my hands up his inside thigh. I could feel that he had an erection and he took my hand in his and showed me how he liked me to touch him. After I had got used to it, he stated to play with my pussy, and I was so turned.
We mutually masturbated each other until he laid my down on the bed and started to move himself inside of me. I felt absolutely no pain or discomfort, so I guess I was lucky. He was slow to start with, until I was gasping for him to move faster. He was so good, alternating speed leaving me gasping for more. Eventually he paused, still inside of me. It was then that he was really fast and he said that he was about to come. Because he had had a vasectomy, we were not using any other form of protection (not wise by the way).
Afterwards we fell asleep in each others arms until morning, when we had sex again a few more times.
It felt a bit strange afterwards, knowing that I had lost something that I was never going to get back, but I would not have change any part of what happened. It was not until a month later that I told him that he had been my first time. He was shocked at first, and then started feeling guilty, I think because he would have done things differently had he known. I would not have wanted anything to change anything. In time I really learnt to love him, but of late his past relationships have started to get in the way. He is in a very bad place emotionally, and does not want a relationship at the moment. If I ever show this to him, I would like him to know that I am always going to be here for him.
Love Emily xxx
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