Where it happened: outside on blanket
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was a counsellor trainee at a summer camp. I was 16, and he was 17. I had not really had a boyfriend or gone out on dates. I had this incredible crush on David, but was too shy to do anything about it. I think he thought the same, but he was pretty shy too. We would sometimes joke around or talk quietly, but that was it.
On the last night before time to go home we had a campfire. At the end of the campfire he reached over and held my hand, just for a second so no one would see. He handed me a note crumpled on a little piece of paper. It said that he was going to miss me, and that he would really like to see me alone before camp was over. It suggested that we sneak away after lights out at 10 pm. I was so excited. I nodded my acceptance, and an hour later we met at the place he had suggested.
We were both nervous when we met. He took my two hands in his, and held them tightly. Then we shared one long kiss, before we started off along the trail to the lake, hand in hand. I noticed that he had brought a pillow and two flannel blankets. We didnÆt talk much along the walk, and to be honest, I was so innocent that the thought that we would be having sex that night never crossed my mind. I thought we would talk, kiss, hug and maybe a little bit more.
He found this really beautiful spot overlooking the lake, and laid out one blanket and the pillow. The moon was almost full, and it was surprisingly light out, and nice and warm too. I was all warm inside from the nice feeling of having a boy really care about me. For quite a few minutes we lay next to each other on the blanket, hugging and kissing. It felt so good to have him hold me.
His hands brushed down across my chest a time or two, but I couldnÆt be sure if it was deliberate. Then before I realized it I felt his hands up under my sweater, rubbing my breasts through the material of my bras. I was so naive I didnÆt know whether I should let him, or not, or whatever. I was scared he would think I was frigid if I didnÆt respond somewhow, so I really hesitantly and lightly slipped my hand down to his jeans and I could feel his very aroused body even through the jean material. If I wanted to preserve my virginity that was a big mistake, as I could sense immediately that my doing that told him that I wanted sex with him. This was all happening too fast, but I wasnÆt sure what to do to slow things down.
Anyway, in the next few minutes he took off my sweater and shirt, and then, after some fumbling, unclasped my bras. I remember mumbling ôThis is happening too fastö and he responded ôWe only have this one nightö. I had never had anyone touch my bare breasts before, and it was really wonderful. I felt my whole body tingle with excitement as he caressed them., and then kissed them.
Somehow he got my jeans off, and now I had only panties on. I wished in one way that I had worn something other than these very unromantic white cotton with blue flowers panties.
If I had any doubt before, it was now perfectly clear to me that in his mind we were about to have sex. I did make a last feeble attempt to save my virginity. ôDavid, IÆm sorry but this is happening too fast. IÆm not ready for sex.ö ôJust relaxö he soothed. ôI… IÆm a virgin.ö I whispered. ôI thought you were Katie, youÆre 16, your mature enough to experience loveö he whispered back ôIÆll make it wonderful for your first time – I promise.ö ôHave you made love to other girls?ö I asked. ôA few, but you will be the most specialö he responded. ôI.. I just donÆt think itÆs right – we donÆt know each other all that well, and tomorrow we have to go to our different homes and wonÆt see each other for a long whileö ôThatÆs why we must not lose this opportunity to express our love to each other tonight, Katie.ö Then he continued ô…donÆt you love me, Katie? DonÆt you want me to express my love for you?ö.
I had in my mind all the images of the girls which had a reputation of being ôeasyö at our school. I didnÆt want him to think of me that way. ôWill you still respect me?ö I asked him earnestly. It sounds really corny now. ôYesö he replied simply, and he knew that was my answer and I did not resist as he took off my panties.
As strange as it seems, I just remember glimpses of the next half hour when we actually made love. I remember the feel of his penis against me as we first hugged. I remember him kissing all along the length of me, including planting a kiss at my vagina and letting his tongue slip gently inside me just a trace. I remember him urging me down to explore his body, and taking his cock into my mouth briefly. I had read in a book that it was less painful for a virgin if the man was well lubricated, so I made sure that his penis was coated with saliva from my mouth. I remember his weight upon me making it hard for me to breathe. I remember feeling his penis pressed into my virgin vagina, coated with my own saliva. I remember the incredible pain as he burst my cherry. I remember his pause, brushing the tears from my cheeks, and saying simply ôthank youö. I remember new and undescribable wonderful feelings as he gently pressed his manhood fully into me. I remember feeling each minute that my body was presed to the limit, and then each time finding that he somehow knew how to slip another half inch of his manhood into me. I remember feeling the ground so hard under me as he fucked me with the full force of his body, now almost oblivious to my presence as a person. I remember several times feeling his body go taut, and wondering, perhaps hoping, that it was over, but each time he managed to control his body and the sex continued. I remember all of his body going taut, everything stopping, and then feeling his manhood explode into me. I know some women say they canÆt feel it, but I remember clearly feeling his semen spurt into me under great pressure. It seemed to flow and flow, deeply into me. I remember his panting breath as he still lay on top of me. I remember feeling a bit of his semen trickle along my leg. I remember flashbacks to my sex education class about the billions of sperm in a male ejaculation, and any one could make you pregnant. I remember saying a little silent prayer that I would not get pregnant. I remember being so confused and sore that I just wanted to run back to my cabin. I remember his softness as he kissed me later on my cheeks and lips, and whispered words to me. I remember crying some more. I remember his body growing hard once more. I remember feeling as he mounted me again – not so physically painful this time. I remember his body again pressing hard against me, this time for a very long time. I remember repeating my silent prayer about not getting pregnant as he fucked me for a second time. I his satisfaction as he ejaculated in me for a second time – more sperm in my body I thought. I remember being very sore and wanting to go back. I remember his tender words, his caressing of my breasts, which were now also sore. It was just beginning to get light for dawn and I remember him mounting me for a third and final time. It was now easy for him to enter my body in a single stroke. This time we seemed to fuck for a very long time. It was really beginning to get light now. It seemed hard for him to perform this time. I thought I should help, and I caressed his neck and put my legs around his bottom, pulling him more deeply into me. For the first time I felt excitement begin to build in my body as well. I remember feeling his thrusts against me. I remember a voice that was me but wasnÆt whispering in his ear ôMake me pregnant, David, make me pregnant.ö That seemed to encourage him over the top, and I remember him spurting into me a third time that night, just when I hoped that it might last a little longer. I remember his hurry to get back. I remember feeling so dirty as I put my clothes back on, covered with my blood and his semen. I remember feeling so sore that I could not walk. I remember him not talking to me. I remember having a very long shower to try to make me the way I used to be.
I remember wishing I had waited until I was older, and was married to the man who took my virginity.
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