Where it happened: My House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was 17 and he was 19. My parents had forbidden us to see each other anymore, but we were completely head over heels for each other. We were so physically aware of each other that if he walked into the store while I was shopping, I would instantly be swollen, dripping and hot between my thighs….before I’d ever even seen that he was there. I haven’t experienced anything like it since.
We’d spent two years sneaking touches and kisses whenever possible. Our blood had been set to simmer for quite some time. He used to drive me insane when we would make out because I would try to arch up into him and he would always pull his body away from mine. He would hold back so much from me and it drove me wild. I knew that, unlike me at the time, he was not a virgin. So, I couldn’t understand why he held back from touching my sex and my breasts. He also would not allow me to touch him either. He never actually said no, but would always pull back from my eagerly seeking hands or hold them over my head.
I’d finally had all that I could take, and asked him why things were the way they were. He was very sincere and sweet, explaining that we came from two completely different worlds. He said that he knew I was completely unexperienced and had learned the few intimate skills in my portfolio from the time I had spent with him. He didn’t want to push me to far to fast.
Two weeks later my parents told me that they would be going out of town on vacation. I was a senior in high school, with a secret boyfriend that I was both mad about and forbidden to see, and left home alone for 7 days.
I decided that I was losing my virginity that weekend. I went to the store and bought a little night gown, nothing too sexy as I was very new to the whole thing. I invited my boyfriend over as soon as I knew my parents were in the air. He was over within an hour, and cooked me dinner. We watched some tv, and then I stood up and said that I was tired and going to shower and get ready for bed. My shower was luxurious and thorough. I soaped up and rinsed off several times, cupping the slippery weight of my breasts and imagining that they were his hands instead of mine. Once I was clean and dry, I put on the nightgown and walked confidently into the living room and told him that I wanted him to come to bed with me.
He looked shocked at what I was wearing and how bold I was being. He had been planning to sleep on the sofa. He turned off the tv and followed me into my bedroom. I lay down on the bed, and asked him to turn off the light. He did, and then he lay down next to me very carefully. He was still holding himself away from me, and I scooted my back and bottom back into his chest and groin. I felt his sex grow and jump, but as soon as it jumped, he leaped out of bed and stood across the room from me. I lay in bed scared that I had done something wrong. It was pitch lack in my room, and with my terrible night vision I could not see a thing. My heart was pounding in my ears, and my previously raging hormones had been doused with ice water.
I had just started to silently tear up when I heard his voice rumble out from across the room, “You are so beautiful.”
“Then why did you leave?” I asked.
He told me that he loved me and didn’t ever want to make me feel uncomfortable. He told me that he didn’t feel like he would ever be good enough for me.
I could tell that he was pacing the far wall because i could hear his voice moving. I still could see nothing though.
I told him, “I want you. I want you to be my first. We don’t know what will happen next week, let alone when I leave for college, but the memory of you being my first will always be perfect to me, no matter how far the world and life part us.”
It sounded like he growled in response, and the sound shot straight to my core, igniting every nerve in my body. His voice rumbled again in the dark and I suddenly felt like I was prey being stalked. He was circling me, and it was one of the sexiest, heart-pounding, things I have ever known. The anticipation made it difficult to breath, and my nipples tightened nearly to the point of pain with every breath I was able to bring into my lungs.
I told him that I couldn’t see him, and he said, ” But I can see you.”. My stomach clenched at that, and suddenly he was on me and everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his body, were all-consuming. I was going up in the most exquisite flames anyone had ever known. He lay down on top of me, covering me with his warm weight and masculine scent, and I felt an unfamiliar rush of heat, pounding heat between my thighs. I was in pain. I didn’t know how or why, but I knew that his body was the only thing that was going to take the pain away.
As I reached for him, he pulled back, sitting on his haunches at the foot of the bed. I felt bereft, and on the verge of violence. He asked if I was sure, and I told him that I was. When he lowered his body back on top of mine, his clothes were miraculously gone. Skin on skin for the first time in my life. A throaty moan escaped my throat at the contact, and he lowered his mouth to mine to capture my next moan as he petted my dripping sex.
The throbbing between my thighs was intensifying to an unbelievable degree. I broke our kiss to tell him that I needed him, but I choked on the words as he latched onto my nipple and sucked strongly.
Oh dear heaven, I thought I would fly to pieces. I could feel his shaft prodding my belly, and rolled my hips up to him. He sat back, spreading my legs with one hand and fisting his thick cock with the other. He rubbed the head along my slippery, throbbing slit, and the pain only intensified. He took a deep breath and pressed the head of his cock into my virgin entrance. Nothing happened. He pressed once and then twice more and still nothing happened. I reached up and put my hands on his chest. His chest was slick with sweat, and he was shaking. I told him that I thought he was just too big and wasn’t going to fit. I was terribly disappointed, bereft.
I blew out a long defeated breath, and he leaned over me once more, taking my nipple back into his hot mouth. I shuddered and wound my fingers into his hair, holding that miraculous mouth to my breast. As he moved to lave attention on my other, neglected nipple, he suddenly thrust forward with his thick cock in his hand.
The pain was sharp, the fullness unfamiliar and uncomfortable. I went rigid and froze underneath him. He asked if I was okay and I told him that I was okay, but didn’t know it would hurt that much. He chuckled, the rumbling vibrating from his chest throughout my entire body. He told me that only the head of his cock had made it inside of me. I instantly tensed up, and he shivered as my sheath tensed around his heavy cock. He asked if I trusted him, and I said that I did. He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered that I needed to try to relax and trust him to make me feel good. He started sucking on my earlobe and kneading my breasts.
Slowly, he was able to work me back into a fervor and my sheath began to weep tears of joy around the head of his cock. The throbbing returned, and relief was all that I could think of. I rocked my hips up to him while I devoured his moth, and another inch of that beautiful cock slipped inside my tight sheath. Soon almost all of his considerable length was inside me. With every inch, the throbbing receded until it was a dull ache. Then, he began to move slowly inside me. A new and steady pressure began to build deep inside of me. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that If he stopped moving my world was going to end. I whimpered and whispered words of encouragement to him. I told him that I needed him, that I needed him to keep filling me, to keep moving inside me.
With great restraint he kept his thrusts steady and slow. A few thrusts more and fluid rushed from between my thighs to drip off of our entangled bodies. Lights burst behind my eyes, and I found myself in complete ecstasy. As the tremors continued, he demanded that I look at him. I did, and he thrust one last time as deeply as he dared inside me and pinned me to the bed with his body. I felt him pulse inside me and his body tense and then melt onto mine.
We lay that way until our hearts stopped pounding and our skin cooled. Then he eased his spent body from mine, kissing me when I winced. He started the shower for me with steaming hot water, and showered with me to rinse the blood from my thighs. He was wonderful and gentle.
We have lost touch, and I am getting married next year to a wonderful man that was not my first. No matter what though. I will never regret my first time. That night and that boy were as perfect as they could have possibly been for me. I will always love him for what he shared with me that night. Though, a much different kind of love, younger and more innocent, than I have for my fiance.
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