Where it happened: Motel
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
When I was 18, I went on a week-long ski trip for Spring Break. While sitting in the ski lodge one morning, this cute red-haired girl asked me to help her put on
her ski outfit. It seemed sort of a strange request because she could obviously do it herself without my help. I knew so little about women in those days when I
was 18. She seemed very friendly, and was quite chatty, so we quickly became friends.
We’d go up the chairlift rides together, hang out waiting for each other at the bottom of a run. On the charlift rides, we had plenty of time to get to know each other
personally.
At this time, I was still a virgin, but I had just decided to begin having a sex-life as soon as the opportunity presented itself. This was the resolution I made on my
18th birthday a week earlier. I didn’t think I’d even remotely get the opportunity on a ski trip when you are rooming with a ton of people, but the idea of having
sex with this girl was on my mind all week.
At the end of the week of skiing, someone was throwing a beg party that me and my friends were all invited to. After a few beers, I was surprised to see my cute
red-haired friend show up at the party. I let her warm up with her friends and a have a few beers first. Then, I went up to her, and “made my big move.” I went up
to her and said, “Hey, what’s up?” “Nothing much.” Then, we each smiled and said, “I didn’t expect to see you here…”
Then, after a few moments of awkward silence, I literally took her by the hand, and said, “Let’s go explore the house.” Quite original, I know. But, hey, that’s
what I said, and this is a true story without any embellishments.
I think I opened up the doors to a couple of closets, before we found the laundry room. Seemed like a private enough place, so we went in and I turned off the
lights. I think she asked me, “How can you find anything in the dark?” or something like that, while I replied, “I guess we’ll have to feel our way.”
We began kissing each other, slowly at first, but quickly we were engaged in passion beyond what I thought possible, and my excitement grew immediately. At
first, I wasn’t sure exactly how she’d react to my advances, but I had a pretty good idea she liked me. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t holding back, and I
wasn’t nervous. I was curious, and I wanted to see if I could actually get sex from this girl. I started moving my hands under her shirt, to caress her small breasts.
She let me. I was surprised.
I got brave, and moved my hands past the waistline of her pants. Again, she let me. I was getting very excited. And more brave. All the while, we were kissing
and making out, and moaning our pleasure in finally exploring each other’s bodies. I undid her pants a little more, and she undid mine. I moved my hands beneath
her panties, and began feeling the wetness of her pussy. She likewise moved her hands into my pants and began touching, grabbing, and stroking my cock.
I put my fingers into her pussy, and began exploring an area of a woman’s body that I’d never felt before. The wetness and softness were amazing to me. Also,
the heat. She was so HOT down there! She was moaning her pleasure as I felt her up, and I began to think, for the first time in my life, that I was going to actually
going to have sex–for the first time in my life. I almost couldn’t believe it was proceeding so smoothly. I moved closer, and placed the tip of my cock towards the
wetness that I found so exciting and compelling.
Now, standing up, in the dark, in the laundry room, while tipsy from drinks, is not the easiest place to go further than the point where we were at. Wisely, my
new friend suggested we walk to her motel room just down the street. I was so hot and bothered, I didn’t want to wait, but she insisted that we go to her motel.
We zipped back up, left the laundry room, and got our parkas on. As we walked through the house, and then down the street, my hard cock was pressing against
the front of my pants in the worst way. It’s a good thing that ski parkas are usually long enough to cover yourself up, because I had a raging tent-pole in my pants
that was not going to subside for anything. I was going to get laid!!! I was so turned on.
Her roommates, were still at the party, so we had the motel room to ourselves. I couldn’t believe my luck. At this point, I began to get nervous, as I realized what
was about to happen. We stripped, and went to her bed. Perhaps she was nervous as well, because she asked me to slow down a bit.
We resumed kissing, and making out. Soon, she got me a condom. (I told you this girl was wise.) I honestly can’t remember who put the condom on me, perhaps
it was her. We then had sex for only about three to five minutes before her first roommate came in and surprised us, and we had to stop. (I knew there was reason
to hurry!)
Never before in my life had I felt like such a stud, and I was not embarassed enough to cover myself up. Her roommate was cute, and I was thinking I could get
her excited by my nudity, and semi-erect cock. That didn’t happen, though, and soon her other roommate (motel-mate?) came home as well. And, that ended that.
She walked me back to the party which was winding down, and we discovered my buddies had already left the party. We exchanged addresses and phone
numbers, and I ended up getting a cab at 3 A.M. which was one of, if not the very last cab, that was on duty that night in that tiny little ski town. We never called
each other or wrote.
Everything in the story is true, and that’s how I lost his virginity! It wasn’t the best sex, I know, as I was wearing a condom, I had no idea what I was
doing, I wasn’t able to even really get started, and my senses were dulled a bit by the few drinks I had. I thus made another resolve–that I was going to experience
better sex than that! And, in that, I have found great success.
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