He was a drummer, and I played trumpet. So of course he had the hands, and I had the lips. We had met in class, but he had a girlfriend then. We became friends over stories and silliness. One day I was over at his apartment when he started tickling me. I am very ticklish, so I started laughing, squirming, and tickling him back at the same time. We rolled around on the floor and found ourselves face to face, closer than we had been before. I could feel my heart beating. But we decided that it wasn’t a good idea to go further then.
He called me over a year later and started talking about how things weren’t going well with his girlfriend. I listened and empathized, but when he said he had two tickets to a show it took me way too long to believe he was asking me out. We started dating. Now I was a good little Christian virgin girl, and I had dumped someone just for wanting my body before. But I was very attracted to this boy, and we slowly became closer. He knew how to kiss me, how to nibble my body and make me wet and horny. We eventually started showering together, playing with each other’s bodies., and he taught me the joy of 69. One afternoon, we were lying naked on his bed, and he was stroking my thighs. He told me he wanted sometimes to just stick it in to see what I’d do. I told him I wanted him and that the only thing I was afraid of was getting pregnant. He had a condom handy, so he put it on and started toward me. He sucked my neck, my collarbone and my nipples. He licked my tummy and the entire length of my legs. He licked that joint between my leg and my belly until I moaned with joy, and pleasured me with his fingers. He finally gently probed me with his long hard penis, and I was so wet and ready for him. I was a virgin, but I felt no pain at all – only the higher and higher feeling as he fucked me, first slowly and then hard and fast. When we were finished, my face and fingers were tingling, and I couldn’t move my lips out of an “o” position. He could always make me howl, as we made the bedsprings squeak and the neighbors complain. I was his , and he had just enough experience to know what to do but not so much to be jaded.
So we lied around for a few minutes, and when he sat up I kissed his neck and back. He said, “Are you trying to make me horny again? I think I need to use another one of these!” as he changed his condom. We had more delicious sex.
I enjoyed him for two more weeks and was apart from him for a day when it hit me. I’d gone against what I believed. As delicious as it had been, I was repulsed by myself. I dumped him when I got home, and I don’t think he ever understood why. Now I know it was a mistake, but I didn’t know then.
Afterward I’d get horny and wet just thinking about him, in class or some other inconvenient place. s later we met again, and there was still the old attraction. But I haven’t seen him since then. I’m happy now, and I have a great man, but I’m still sitting in a pile of girljuice as I type.
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