Where it happened: her parent's bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
It was a Sunday night and we stopped by her house so she could change. We were on our way to her Uncle’s house for a bbq or something. As soon as she asked me to come inside to wait, I felt something might happen.
Nervously, I waited in the kitchen. I could hear my girlfriend down the hall, messing with a stereo. She asked me to come help her. I felt sick. When I entered the room, she was standing there in her jeans and a bra, looking through some cd’s. She started to kiss me. Again, I felt sick. She led me across the hall, into her parent’s dark bedroom, the only light coming from the hall. I think I was more nervous about the idea of her father coming home and killing me, so I convinced her to call her family to let them know we’d be coming soon, just to make sure that they were all at that BBQ. She returned and we started making out. She kept making it extra-easy for me to get her out of her clothes. For each piece of clothing she removed, its counterpart was removed from me. Eventually we were both naked. I still felt sick. Lying on top of her, we kissed, I was too scared to try anything else. Soon, she reached down and led my ever-so-hard penis through her moist opening. I can still feel her damp pubic hair sticking to my shaft as I entered. She felt so warm and slick. My mind immediately turned to fright, as I began to realize the consiquences if I didn’t wear a condom. I didn’t even have one, I was such an idiot. As I began to slide in and out of her, she whispered in my ear. Se asked, “Do you realize what you’re doing?” I nodded a, “yes,” and continued to slowly penetrate her body. Just as I thought I was handling myself pretty well, for my first time, she began to moan and thrust her pelvis, as though she was starting to enjoy it. I, however, found that to be just enough to cause my balls to rupture. I felt my body tense up, my skin tingling all over. Soon, I warm flow was spreading down her inner walls. I kept going until it started to die down.
The guilt I felt for finishing to fast was soon overridden by the fear of her possibly getting pregnant. She acted as though my fears were unecessary, despite her being in that “most fertile” time of her cycle. She also felt that it would be “cool” if she got pregnant. This idea scared the shit out of me, and the girl I thought I was falling in love with became the girl I didn’t want to get stuck with. She didn’t get pregnant, and I managed to date her for eight more months, seeing as how she was so willing to have sex. I can’t believe I was that shallow back then, but like a kid in a candy store, I wanted to do her until I was sick of her, about eight months.
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