Where it happened: home
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
***here’s to that somebody who complained about no europeans writing: this has happened in germany to germans!***
when I was 15, my school class went on a 2 week trip to the south of germany. I didnt know about girls then, and my self-esteem wan’t very good at the time. I was (and am) rather small, did look more like 13 than 15, and had no idea that brains might have an erotic effect on girls, too. I was having good talks with quite a lot of the girls on that trip, and probably they were beginning to see me as someone different than the stupid teen boy I had been to them the years before. Especially one of them spent a lot of time with me talking about a lot of things – you know, still teen stuff, but what you think is extremely profound and philosophically groundbreaking when you’re 15…
so, on the last night, the boys sneaked down the corridors to the girl’s room adventurously, climbed into their favourite’s bed and started talking, and so did I. To my surprise we soon started making out heavily, and to my bigger surprise we turned out to be he only ones that did so.
after that we were a couple – not officially at first; we both were very careful about school gossip, an I guess she was afraid of being considered uncool being with me; but making out was already changing into exploring each other in the most intimate places. 3 months later, we both went off to summer vacation with our parents, and it was clear that we would “do it” as soon as we met again after holidays.
Summer break was six week pure hell, writing and phoning and waiting, but finally the great day came; in the very morning before school started she climbed through my bedroom window like she always did, and we clumsily began our work on the big change. It wasn’t great, yet it was – all the excitement, the closeness, being grown-up and everything. she seemed the most beautiful girl in the word to me, and being on the pill in preparation for the great day, she had at least the most marvellous breasts in the world, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
after that day, we didn’t hide our relationship anymore (as if everybody hadn’t known yet anyway), and we got slightly better in making love the next 8 months we stayed together.
as far as I know now (and have experienced), there hadn’t been much room for improvement either erotically or personally in this relationship, so I do not regret us breaking up very much. still I remember the day of our first time with a lot of warmth and a bit of a grin, as I do with a lot other moments making a mark in my growing up.
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