Where it happened: His house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
My first time was with the person who, at the time, I thought was THE love of my life (you know how it goes with your first big romance…). We had been dating for about six months. Like everyone else, he always thought that I was Little Miss Innocent, but underneath that facade was a sex maniac wating to emerge… He was three years older than I was, and we had been close friends for years before we started dating. We had fooled around plenty of times, each time growing a bit more intense. One afternoon, we were in my basement playing pool, when we decided to play for uh, prizes. Whoever lost had to do whatever the other requested. Since he respected my lack of experience and didn’t want to rush me into anything, his request was only that I kiss any area of his body that I had never touched before. That left me plenty of latitude, but I was feeling quite frisky, so after a brief kiss,I pushed him back onto the pool table, ground my hips against his growing erection, and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I had touched his shaft plenty of times, but had never really taken it out of his pants. Much to his surprise (and elation), I began to run my tongue along the length of his penis. Finally, I took the whole thing into my mouth. Like most girls on their first go-around, I didn’t really have clue as to what I was doing, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. Halfway through, he stopped me, layed me down on the pool table, and began to massage my clitoris through my tight jeans. We wanted to have sex right then and there, but neither of us were really prepared as far as protection went.
Fortunately, the following weekend, his parents left to spend a week in the mountains. I went over to his house in the morning, fully prepared for whatever would ensue. I wore a black satiny g-string and a matching bra under a short, suede skirt and blouse that I left halfway unbuttoned. Not that it mattered much. Within a few minutes, we were both completely naked on the floor. He gave me a rather good full body massage, working his way up from my toes, then working my back and shoulders, deliberately saving other areas for later… He kept teasing me by lightly brushing over my clit as he worked, just long enough to really arouse me, but not enough to satisfy me. In return, I would occasionally bring just the tip of my tongue to his penis, lick it daintily, and move my head away. Finally, he worked his way to my firm, round, derriere, and then gradually began to explore my virgin mound. He ran his fingers up the length of my slit until they came to touch my clitoris. He gently pulsed his fingers over it, and while he worked my clit with one hand, he slid a few fingers into my vagina. At this point, I was so wet and horny that I begged him to “put it in.” He put a condom on, and positioned himself over me. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. He slowly slid his penis into my tight lovehole. And I mean TIGHT. It was such an incredible sensation. I had been fingered before, but nothing can compare to the feeling of being completely filled up with seven inches of throbbing, hot dick. It took awhile before he could move freely within me, but soon he was riding me like an animal… I had never had an orgasm that wasn’t a result of masturbation, and I wasn’t sure that I would have one, until he reached down and started rubbing my clitoris as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me. I felt my orgasm build, and I was softly moaning until he whispered that he was about to come, which sent me right over the edge. I felt an intense wave of pleasure pulse through my body as we collapsed into each others arms in a tangled heap. And so I became addicted. After that, we were having sex at least five or six times a week, basically whenever we were alone. Even in public, when I had returned to my usual, sweet and innocent looking self, sometimes I would flash him a wicked gaze that let him know I wanted him inside of me.
As the story typically goes, the relationship eventually ended, and now that I have gone off to college, I am enjoying the freedom of seeing new people. But there is no comparison to that first person, with whom I learned to drop virtually all of my sexual inhibitions.
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