Where it happened: My room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 1
Category: Straight
When I was 15 I had a secret girlfriend, neither of us was allowed to date, but we didn’t let that stop us. after we had gone out for about 4-5 months she got into a big argument with her parents and called me. She asked if she could come over, and since my parents were away for the weekend I said yes. It was pouring down rain and by the time she had walked to my place she was soaked through. I took her out to my room and helped her get out of her wet clothes, I took off her shirt and bra (we had both been naked together before so we weren’t going anywhere new) she had an amazing body, she was on the track team and was very athletic, her breasts were small, but there. I got her into one of my tee-shirts, a favorite of hers, and got her out of her pants and panties. I left to put her wet things in the dryer and came back to see her lying on my bed. I sat down next to her and held her close and we started to talk about what was happening, it was probably pretty cold but having her that close made me very warm. She finished her story about what had happened and I kissed her, then she kissed back… and things just clicked, in that moment we both wanted it and we didn’t need to say anything. She started by pulling my shirt off as I laid her back on the bed, kissing her deeply. I pulled the shirt she had on off and looked at her in a whole new way, seeing each of her tight muscles move across her athletic frame. I started kissing down her chest and sucking gently on her breasts, seeing how much she liked it. I kept doing this for a while until she started getting warm and I slipped my pants and boxers off both at once. I looked into her eyes and without words asked her if this was what she really wanted, she nodded back and I got on top of her. She was very tight, being 15, a virgin, and an athlete, and I didn’t push things very hard. I was pretty big for 15 and I could tell it hurt her.. So I kept things slow and steady. When I came I meant to pull out but it caught me by surprise. The most amazing thing about that night was it never felt dirty, or wrong, it felt more right than anything I’d ever done… we held each other and slept, and the next morning she was gone (I was a deep and late sleeper, she wasn’t.) In the next month we never had sex again, we talked it over and we agreed we didn’t need it to be close. The reason this story means so much to me is over the next weeks things got worse with her parents and she started coming over to sleep (just sleep) with me because she couldn’t handle it at home… I felt much closer those nights with her against me than I did when we had sex. The thing that makes it so hard to write is that she died by her own hand on June the 26th 1998… so Gina, wherever you are, I’ll love you till the day I join you.
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