Where it happened: Cincinnati
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
By today’s standards, I was an ancient 19 when I lost my virginity, but I guess the compensation is that I lost in in an unusual situation, definitely not like I had imagined it might be (but good for strange but true story time among friends!).
I grew up in a very conservative, Catholic household, and though I fooled around a bit in high school (mutual masterbation with boyfriends at most), I was a “good girl”, whatever that means. That being said, I had a rich fantasy life, cumming at least one a day at night, and gobbled up the sex accounts I got from my more wild friends in high school. The Internet was just becoming popular my senior year in high school, and I would read with interest and excitement all the erotica (straight, gay, fetish, whatever) I could find – I guess as an outlet for what I now believe is a pretty healthy and active libido. I guess the wildest thing I did was, when a friend drove me home from a party becuase I was too drunk, I kissed her and felt her breasts, which were heavenly. She sort of froze though, so I backed off, and we never talked about again. In fact, I’m pretty darn sure it happened, but it could have a strong fantasy (I don’t think so, it was very memorable, if nothing else than for its “naughty-ness”).
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I become a chem major in college and was really looking forward to an active social life away from home, but home problems (my mom got really sick) required me to spend most weekends and home, and I didn’t have the wild and crazy first semester many of my dormates had.
ANYWAY, after the new year me and a good friend of mine, Marla, who was also a chem major but a year ahead of me, went to a weekend “Women in Science” convention sponsored every year by companies in the Midweat, trying to encourage and recruit women in chemistry, engineeering etc. Basically its a paid weekend in the city to attend seminars, company information meetings, etc. In reality, its an excuse to party out of town on someone else’s bill, going to all the parties sponsored by the recruiting companies.
Marla, who’s great fun and as wild as they get, and I got trashed going to a series of free-alcohol parties, and stumbled back to the hotel room we were sharing, laughing the whole time.
As we tried the card key for our room, it wouldn’t open, and so we tried giggling the door hand and slamming into the door in an effort to go in. We almost shit when the door openned suddenly and an older man, maybe early fifties, appeared in a bathrobe, with a bewildered expression. Our real room was, in fact, across the hallway.
Since we still had nametags on, he identified us as convention attendees, introduced himself as a company representative, and, after recovering, invited us into his suite. We hestitated, stunned and embarressed, but he said, look, I have a big corporate suite, with loads of liquor and snacks, I’m no threat I’m old enough to be your father, come in and have a drink and then be on your way.
I’m a chicken, but Marla is game for anything, and said “yes!” and dragged me in. He was actually very cool and interesting to talk to. We chatted and had a drink and a shot, and then Marla said “what’s under the robe?”. We were shitfaced by then. He said, I’ll cut cards with you, and the low card strips”. Marla (on my behalf) said OK.
I was suddenly pretty interested, given the turn of events, and as fate would have it, Marla had the first low card, and proceeded to stand in front of both of us and totally boldly stripped completely. I was as taken my her confidence and lack of self-consciousness as I was with her body – great firm breasts, and little extra tummy, but a great set of legs leading up to a closely trimmed bush – you could see everything.
The guy, Tom, lost in the playoff with me and displayed a fully erect cock, not huge relative to pron movies, but very exciting and tempting nonetheless.
Well, between the drinks and the atmosphere, I was about as excited and nervous as I’ve been. I was freaking out because the whole situation was so unexpected and unusual. It was time for me to strip, and I went for it, doing a sexy little dance, stripping off clothes one by one, not sure it I was more excited by being the object of attention of a relative stranger or my good female friend.
Ok, this too long, but I’m excited just recounting the memory. After this I’m definitely having a wank!
Long story short, Marla and I fucked this guy several times, and I went down on Marla, whereas she only fondled and fingered me. We probably hooked up for maybe an hour and a half. I found watching them make love was almost as exciting as the act itself! At the end, when we were all exhuasted, we crawled back to our room and sleep like zombies.
That was, I swear, my first intercourse. Marla and I occasionally got together after that, but always as horny friends not lovers, because we are both pretty straight in our lovelives. We never got together with Tom again, but he did huge favors for both of us in getting interviews and jobs during college with his (large) company.
My lovelife has been pretty adventerous since then, but I always look back on that weekend as a wild introduction to the joys of lovemaking and sex. Thanks for letting me share my memory.
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