Where it happened: His apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I was an exchange student in Spain when all of this happened. I was from a small town in a southern state, and he was from a country in Africa. I had just turned 21, in fact my birthday was the weekend I lost my virginity, and he was almost 30 I think. I was an undergraduate student, and he was finishing a Ph.D., and was a teaching assistant in one of my courses. From the moment when I first met him I was very strongly attracted to him. He was tall and very handsome and suave, and he seemed to know everything yet he somehow made my ideas feel important whenever he helped me individually. I’d stay after tutorial and he would help me understand the poetry. I loved to hear the sound of his voice.
I should tell you that he was black and I am white. I don’t know that should or does matter, but it did raise further doubts in my mind as I seriously contemplated wanting to date him. It was April, and I would be going back to the U.S. in another month and a half, when we had our first date. Actually it was I who suggested that we go for a walk, and then have a picnic. He said he wasn’t sure, that TA’s had been told not to date students, but I said it wasn’t a date really, and I wouldn’t tell anyone. Over the next three weeks we saw a lot of each other, although always somewhat secretively, and I told him a lot about my life. One day I shared with him that I was still a virgin. The next day he sent me flowers for the first time, and I was elated.
After our next date, two days later, he kissed me very romantically, and then suggested that I return to his apartment for the night. I was surprised how matter of fact he was about it – since it was pretty obvious what he had in mind. A million emotions ran through me that instant, but I said no and stammered some kind of excuse. After that he didn’t phone me again for 8 days, and I went crazy thinking he was angry with me. But then he asked me out on a walk again, just like old days. We had a wonderful afternoon hiking to a little lake. We walked back in the dusk, hand in hand. He didn’t pressure me to return to his apartment, but made it clear that would make him happy. I was crying when I said no this time, and told him how much I cared for him, and I thought I was nearly ready for the next step in our relationship, but needed to be sure. He brushed my tears from my cheeks, and said he understood.
Then there was another 8 days when I didn’t hear from him, and he seemed somewhat distant at tutorial that week. Now I was only a bit over two weeks from my airline flight home to the U.S. Part of me said to be reasonable, that our relationship couldn’t really become permanent, and to wait for someone else. Part of me though was so passionately attracted to him in a way that I thought I might never feel this way about anyone else, and said I was a fool to not express my feelings for him. I thought a lot about getting pregnant too, which really scared me.
I don’t know what it was, but one night I skipped dinner and went for a walk alone, and during that walk it became clear to me that I wanted desperately to have him make love to me. I walked straight back to my room, and phoned him. My voice waivered as I said “I’ve decided I want to spend the night with you, that is if you still want me.” An hour later I was at his apartment.
After a couple of drinks he suggested we go into his bedroom. We embraced, and kissed passionately. We looked into each others eyes, and we each said simply “I love you”. That was the first time he had ever said that to me, and it made me feel a little calmer. He stuttered and then asked “Do you want me to use protection, or can our first time be natural?” I drew a breath and then said “Natural is okay.” “Good”, he whispered.
Before long he had undressed me down to my bikini panties, and edged me onto the satin sheets of his bed. He urged me to close my eyes and his hands roamed over my body. It felt so wonderful as he caressed my breasts, I trembled with excitement. I had never felt this way before. He was very patient, and took a long time kissing me, touching me, caressing me. I was in such a state of sexual tension that I surprised myself at how moist I had become. My tight fitting panties, which I still had on, were totally wet bewteen my legs. “Let’s take these off” he whispered as he began to inch them from my hips. “I’m sorry I’m so messy” I stupidly said. “Don’t be sorry” he smiled “It just means that you want my body inside you very badly, which is good.”
I opened my eyes and saw his sleek black body kneeling in front of me, a confident smile on his face. I let my eyes sweep lower, and audibly gasped as I saw his huge penis, swelled with anticipation and punching straight up.
He urged me to open my legs very wide. After a few minutes of kisses I felt as he lowered his body over mine. I trembled as I felt his penis first touch my moist mound. With infinite patience and tenderness he entered my virgin body. It felt so wonderful to have his penis pressed between the lips of my vagina. For many minutes we lay together, his penis tight against my virgin hymen. Then, with a deft move that hardly hurt at all he moved just the right way at the right time, and tore that thin layer of skin with one smooth move. After a slight pause, his penis now slid deeper and deeper into my body. It seemed that he was filling all of me.
Soon our bodies were rocking together in perfect rhythym. I’ve been with a number of other men since, but no one who could even come close to his control and the way he could play my body perfectly. Suddenly I felt something swelling deep down, and then sweeping over my entire body. I audibly moaned, and it was then that I knew I had experienced my first climax. Over the next few minutes he drew the woman out of me three more times, each more wonderful than the previous.
He had fantastic control, but I could tell by his mounting urgency that his own climax was very close. With a few last vigorous strokes in quick succession he then held his body taut, and then, moments later, I felt his penis explode inside me. He moaned as I felt his warm semen spurt and spurt into my unprotected body. He pressed deeply inside me, as if not to waste a single sperm.
I stayed in his bed until dawn, and we made love three more times. I could barely walk as I made my way back to residence early the next morning.
I wish I could tell you that we fell deeply in love and are still together. But I think both of us knew that it was incredible passion, but a lasting relationship just wasn’t a possibility. Two weeks later I was on an airplane back to the United States, knowing I would never see him again. It was awful on that trip not knowing if I was pregnant with his baby, but in some ways I wouldn’t change a thing about my first time.
I wasn’t really surprised when my period didn’t come. I had been at the most dangerous time of the month that night in Spain. My parents were better about my pregnancy than I feared. I went to live with my aunt during the latter part of the pregnancy, and gave the baby boy up for adoption. I never tried to contact him to let him know he had fathered a child with me, and never disclosed to anyone who the father was. I told my parents that I had been stupid and gone too far at a party one night before I left. They seemed to accept that.
Over the next few years I had a series of lovers, but nothing serious.
Five years ago I got married to a wonderful man. I’ve never told him about my first time. When he makes love to me I often dream that it is my lover that first time in Spain. If by some miracle you read this, Kusack, I want you to know that I am so happy that you were the one to take my virginity, and if you ever get to the U.S. I would love to have you make love to me again.
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