My first time was a great experience. One of my best male friends had just (a day ago) become a boyfriend and I felt that I had finally found someone that I trusted enough to have sex with. He knew (during our friendship) that I was a virgin and I knew he was not one. What I didn’t know was that for two months he had been interested in being more than friends, but it took a drunken night for us to have the courage to admit that we were both interested in something more.
We were lying on the bed in his room watching a video (ironicaly enough, American Pie), kissing and cuddling. He is the best, most gentle and pasionate kisser I have ever met. We became slowly more passionate and intense in our kissing and touching. I wanted to feel his body so I moved my hand under his shirt, nervously exploring his wide chest. His hand moved under my shirt, lightly stroking my belly and then, agonisingly slowly moving his hands up to my breasts. The gentle and slow way he was touching and kissing me was making me far more aroused than I ever had been with any other guy. I pulled his shirt over his head and he removed my shirt, and then my bra. He moved his kisses down, kissing my ears, my neck, my collarbones untill gently nuzzling at my breasts. His soft mouth gently playing with my nipples, tracing the outline of my breasts was amazing. I could feel that inside my jeans I was becoming very wet – something that had rarely happened to me before. He was making me feel so good I felt I had to do something for him. I slid my hands down his stomach to the outside of his pants. Even through the thick material I could feel that he was fuly hard and bigger than any guy I had felt before. He looked at me with the best cheeky grin and moved one of his hands down to the outside of my jeans and began touching between my legs with just the right amount of pressure to make me lose my breath. I wanted to feel more of this fantastic new sensation so I unbuttoned my jeans and he pulled them off. I looked at him and said “this works both ways”, so he grinned and pulled off his pants and underpants. Being almost completely naked and feeling so much skin against skin was a feeling so brand new and exiting. To be so vulnerable with a person I trusted so much is what made the experience so wonderful for me. As I moved my hand down to his dick he was stroking my pussy through my underwear and making me shake with exitement. When my hand touched his dick I looked down and found it was even bigger and harder than I had thought. I was scared of the pain I was pretty sure would come but so turned on I really wanted to have sex with him. I pulled away from kissing him and asked if he had any condoms. The look of sheer suprise on his face was pretty funny! He replied “aah no, do you?”. I did, but in my room, down a flight of stairs. Scared of losing the guts, but really wanting to do it I made my way down the stairs on shaking legs and found 2 comdoms. On my return I quckly stripped and got back into bed, feeling very nervous and inexperienced. As he put his arms around me I knew I had made the right decision. We continued to kiss and touch each other untill I felt ready. I handed him the condom and waited while he put it on, scared and excited. He moved on top of me and started to push in slowly. It hurt like hell. He was only moving slowly but I was nervous and inexperienced and tensing up. I wanted him to continue to see if it improved so I didn”t say anything untill I couldn’t cope with the pain anymore and cried out for him to stop, which he did immedietly. He was trying to hold me and make me feel better but I was afraid he would think I was useless in bed so I pulled off the condom and tried going down on him. After a few minutes it was clear that this was not having the desired effect so, feeling like a failure I turned my back on him and lay there feeling horribly disappointed with myself. He gently wrapped his strong arms around me and held me until I was able to turn to him and say “Im sorry”. His reply was to kiss me so gently that I soon forgot about feeling bad and began to be turned on again. After some time I began to want to do it again and asked him if we could try it again. He asked me if I wanted to go on top so I could control the motion but nerves made me say no, so I just asked him t not go so deep. As he slid in the time it still hurt but I was determined to last as long as he did. He was as gentle as possible but I wa still too tense to enjoy it. The look on his face at the point of orgasm is still one of my most treasured sights. He pulled himself out and lay panting on my chest for a few minutes. When he looked at me and asked me if I was ok I knew I was going to fall in love with him.
Nearly a year later we have one of the strongest, most loving relationships I have seen. Even thinking of each other brings us both out in huge goofy grins. And yes, our sex life is brilliant now for both of us. I love him more than anything else in the world.
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