Where it happened: my bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
Well, here’s my first time story. We didn’t use protection,
which was really dumb and dangerous, but except for that, I
wouldn’t have changed anything! I was a bit of a prude at
the time, but John was, and still is, very gentle with me.
John is a long-time friend of my brother’s, and so we’ve
known each other for years. He crashed at our house during
winter break so that he could celebrate Christmas with us.
He was 19 at the time. He wears a brace on his right leg
from a car accident from when he was around 7 years old.
The night before Christmas, everyone had gone to bed early
except me. When I went downstairs to get a snack I saw John
crying on the sofa. He’s a pretty strong guy, and I had
never seen him cry before. He told me that his girlfriend
had broken up with him right before winter break, because
she “didn’t want to be seen as a nurse anymore.” People had
accused her of being his girlfriend out of pity for his leg,
and that offended her so much that she left him. I talked to
him, trying to cheer him up somehow.
We got to talking about relationships. He was a virgin,
which made him embarassed, but then I said, “Well, I’ve
never even kissed a guy before.” Suddenly I felt that it was
a stupid thing to say, because John gave me a strange look.
I thought, Great, now he thinks I’m a baby.
The next thing I knew, I felt his lips on my mouth, and his
hand touched mine. When he brought them away, I was suddenly
very shy. He was leaning over me, so close that I could
smell him and feel how warm he was through his shirt. He
took my hand and put it on his knee. I jumped up and ran
upstairs to my room.
The instant the door closed behind me, I realized what a
dope I’d been. He’d already been rejected by one girl. But I
was too shy to go back down.
After brushing my teeth, I left the bathroom and got into
bed in the dark. Suddenly I realized that I was lying on
someone’s arm, and I was ready to scream, but a hand clamped
down over my mouth and John whispered, “Relax, it’s me.” I
couldn’t see him, but I felt his breathing on my hair. I
reached up around his neck, pulled him down to me, and
kissed him as hard as I could to show that I really wanted
him. He pressed his body over mine, and I felt myself
becoming wetter. This grown man was unbuttoning my shirt and
kissing my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. I could feel the
heat coming from his body, and I shook when his hands
stroked my legs and pulled down my panties. He could tell
how wet I already was and he kissed me harder.
John didn’t make me nervous at all. He thought it was funny
when I tried to unbutton his pants, got frustrated, and just
slid my hands into his pockets. I thought it was funny when
I kept turning away from him when he tried to kiss my mouth
and he ended up with a mouthful of hair. We had to stifle
our laughter though, so that no one would hear us.
There were some bad moments, though. When he touched my clit
for the first time, I twitched and ended up kicking his
right leg. He said something like, Auurgh, and froze. My
eyes filled with tears, but he recovered quickly and told me
it was nothing. But even today, I still blame myself.
When we were both finally naked, there were no more jokes.
His penis was pressing against my leg, and we were both
sweating heavily. He didn’t know where to put it in, and I
took his hands and guided him. It was the worst pain I had
ever felt, and I ended up biting his lip by accident.
Suddenly I felt him ejaculate into me, hot fluid gushing up
and filling me. He tried to withdraw but I stopped him and
said, “Don’t.” He buried his face in my neck and kept
breathing, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Afterwards there was more heavy petting, kissing, hugging.
I remember the heavy smell that hung in the air. He washed
up and went downstairs into the guest room. I opened the
window to let in some air and saw, unbelieving, that the
clock read 4 AM.
John and I are still together, four years later, but we have
had sex only three times, because it is painful for both of
us. I don’t care. I love him, and we plan on getting married
in 2000.
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