Where it happened: hill top, outside
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
We were both shy, but each liked the other a lot. We passed notes in class, snuck glances at the each other during study hall, and brushed hands when walking by in the hallway. We were too nervous to spend time alone, so we sat together with a group of friends in the lunch room, or at football games. I would spray myself lightly with perfume before I went to school. I kept my hair down, only pulling it up in a clip, on the sides- this was one of his favorite hairstyles. I noticed, as we spent more time together, he shaved a bit more often than usual. He dressed a bit better, and often wore one of his tighter pairs of bluejeans that I always told him I liked. Although it was tough to admit we liked each other, we did these little things to express it, without all the embarrassment.
One day, both of us were late to class, from lunch. There was no one else in the cafeteria, and out of impulse, he kissed me on the cheek. I turned beet red, but had the biggest smile on my face. He turned red, then quickly walked back to class. I was so excited, that I ran to class, and ended up dropping my school books on the way. I couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day, and out of his own nervousness, he didn’t look at me for the next couple of days. I was secretly heartbroken, but kept my hopes up that we’d kiss again.
After a couple of days, he came up to me after school, and asked me to walk with him to the football field. We sat down on the bleachers, and held hands, as we nervously tried to talk about school, or books, or whatever else came to mind- anything except the kiss. We met several days a week, doing nothing more than holding hands, and talking. Gradually, we got used to each other. Holding hands eventually became his arm around my shoulders, and my head on his own. A few attempts at kissing on the lips made us laugh in embarrassement, but as our feelings grew, so did our boldness- we tried kissing for real.
We spent a great deal of time together, and soon people knew us as a “couple”. Although we still didn’t talk much on the phone (we were both afraid of being teased by siblings), we ate lunch together every day. We walked to school together, and began to hang out with the same friends. I was now okay with hugging him in public, and he would often put his arms around me and kiss my forehead. We were great friends, and time was helping us become more.
Sex was never something we talked about, though I know it was on both of our minds. Knowing how wonderful holding hands and kissing made us feel, it was only natural to imagine how great the rest would be. One day, after a football game, we drove to a look-out above the city. He had borrowed his dad’s car, and we planned to get food after the game. We stopped off at a burger joint on the way, then drove slowly up the road to the isolated spot. We ate slowly, and listened to the radio, trying to keep our minds off anything that may happen. After we finished eating, we got out of the car, and laid a blanket down on the ground to sit on, looking at the city lights and trying to relax. We looked at each other shyly, then began to kiss.
I thought to myself how much I loved kissing. I never had with anyone else, and though it was a rather strange experience, it made me feel good. I put my hands on his waist, and he ran his fingers through my hair. We laid back on the blanket, and held each other, kissing slowly at first, then more feverishly. We stopped for a moment, wondering about what we were feeling, and if we should continue. We were full of innocence, yet in each other’s arms, we wanted the innocence to disappear.
He kissed me on the lips, and brushed the hair back from my face. We both took our glasses off, both pairs getting in the way. He brought his hand down to my shirt, and un-buttoned my sweater. Both of us were breathing fast, both frightened and excited. When he touched me, my heart pounded inside my chest, aching in excitement. He was careful with me as he slipped his fingers inside my sweater, feeling the valley between by breasts, and touching my nipples through my bra. I was unsure of what to do in return, so I kept running my hands up and down his arms, and sometimes placing them on his hips.
He took turns kissing my lips, then bending down to kiss my breasts. I let him undo my bra, and pull both it, and my sweater, off me. I put my hands in his shirt, and slid it over his head, and away from his arms. Although he was young, all the sports he played showed in his muscles- his chest and arms were very nice, and I imagined them against my own. I kissed his chest, and then let him continue what he was doing.
He hadn’t done anything like this with anyone, yet he did it all so well. I thought I would die when he put his mouth on my nipples, and suckled them. The feel of his warm, wet tongue touching them, made me crazy. I would have been happy if things stopped there, but heavenly so, they continued. Nervously, I put my hands to the buttons on his jeans. He breathed in suddenly, as if excited, yet somewhat scared, but continued suckling me.undid his jeans, then stuck my hand just inside, to touch the tip of his hardened penis, through his underwear.
I was very curious to know and to see more. I tugged at his jeans, then had him help me take them off. He was now in white briefs, but I was still in my jeans. I put one of his hands on the top button of my pants, and motioned for him to remove them. He undid them, and gently slid them over my hips, and off my legs. I had never been this naked infront of anyone, and I felt very shy. He kissed my nose, then bent forward to kiss my stomach. I couldn’t imagine him seeing me without my underwear, but yet I wanted him to take those off too. I stroked his penis through his briefs, and he returned the gesture by stroking me gently through my panties. Both of us were breathing heavy, and both of us had an excess of moisture there that proved how exited we obviously were.
I took the initiative, and grabbed his underwear, pulling it down from his hips. When I got them off, with a little help from him, I stopped to look at what was there- a hard, almost purple, organ that was bigger than I had even imagined. I hesitated for a moment before putting it in my hands, wanting to examine it. It was so hard, yet the skin was so silky soft. His pubic hair was very light, and rather curly. I ran my fingers through it, and looked up at eyes- his face showed a bit of nervousness, and perhaps he wondered what I thought of it. I reassured him by kissing the tip, amazed at the feel of it on my lips. I licked it, then put it inside my mouth, tasting the wetness that excaped him. I let him go, wondering what would happen next.
My panties still hid my private area from him, so he slid them off. My heart beat faster when he did this, embarrasseed at having him see me completely naked. I closed my eyes, trying not to feel ashamed, but he kissed them and let me know that it was okay.
I opened them, and smiled shyly, watching as he put his hand between my legs, feeling the dark, curly hairs which covered me. I lay down and let him look, trying hard to relax as he touched me. I felt faint, and even more wet there than I was before. I shuddered when one of his fingers touched me on my clit, and then went just inside me. The feel of something inside me was foriegn, but so indescribably good, that I kept thinking of what having his penis inside me would be like.
He kissed my furry mound, his lips slowly going lower and lower between my legs. He kissed my wet nether lips, and let his tongue slip inside me. I suddenly wondered about what I must have tasted like- wondering what he thought, and if he liked it. He must have felt me start to panic, because he brought his hands to my hips and stroked them, as he kept licking me.
By now, both of us should have come, but we didn’t. We were both very excited, and overhwelmed with desire, but made sure we took our time. Neither of us did anything that would bring the other to a quick climax, and it made things so much better. I was scared about him entering me, wondering if it would hurt. I hoped my wetness would ease his entry, and make it feel better, but wouldn’t be sure until it happened.
He stopped licking me, and smiled to let me know he liked it. I asked him shyly to put himself inside me, and he raised his body over mine. We were both somewhat unsure of the next move, but he brought his penis between my legs. He was so warm and hard, and felt so good against me. I was beginning to shake in anticipation, afraid of what it would feel like for him to enter me. I asked him to come in slowly, because I didn’t want it to hurt. He kissed my cheeks and said he didn’t want to hurt me, and started to gently push himself inside. I spread my legs apart a bit wider, arching my hips towards his. My eyes were closed, and I held my arms around him tightly, feeling tense but trying so hard to relax.
I felt his penis partially inside me, and couldn’t believe how tight a fit it was. I made him move in and out, very shallow at first, waiting for him to break through me for the first time. It was uncomfortable at first, but once the lining broke apart, he slipped in much easier, and it was amazing to have him inside me. I can’t imagine what my tightness felt like around him, but it must have been overwhelming. He came very quickly , and shortly thereafter, I did too.
As our breathing began to slow down, and our hearts began to pound a little less, we held hands and lay there in the twilight. We had found a joy never known with anyone else, and it was special.
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