Where it happened: her bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I’ve been a reader on this site for a few months now. I’ve had an interesting sexual history over the past nine or so years and I’ve decided to talk about it. I’m going write down all of my sexual “first times” over the next few weeks as I feel they’ve kinda helped define who I am and where I am at this point in my life. Please note that while these stories are true, all names other than my own have been changed for privacy.
Well, it was almost 9 years ago now I guess. My first sexual experience was with another girl when I was 14, and my first relationship grew out of this. Suzie was 4 years older than me (almost exactly – our birthdays are 2 days apart) and she was the daughter of one of my dad’s best friends.
Our two families had been extremely close, often together on weekends at each other’s cottages for BBQs and a few vacations throughout the years. Suzie had babysat my younger brother and I for a couple of years fairly recently. We would often cuddle and watch movies after my brother went to bed (he was 5 years younger than me and so often went to bed a couple of hours before me). We’d talk a lot about growing up, boys, women’s health issues and there were no secrets between us. Suzie was essentially my big sister. I wouldn’t say that I was physically attracted to her, but my hormones were raging by the time I hit 14. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her, and hung off every word Suzie said. Suzie was a beautiful girl both physically and personality-wise.
Both my dad and Suzie’s dad Alex were active competitors in highland games at the master’s level, and most competitions lasted all weekend long. We’d usually go with them as a family but given that this competition was in September (and in central Michigan, almost a day’s drive from where we lived) just after school started (and my first year of high school) both Suzie and I asked our parents if we could stay at home. Suzie offered to stay with me at our house and my parents reluctantly agreed. My brother went with them, as did Suzie’s younger sister.
On Friday night, we both got home after school. Suzie ordered a pizza for us around 7 and then we put a video on after we ate. About 8:30 the doorbell rang and I answered it. As I was approaching the door, Suzie called out that it might be for her. Indeed, her cousin Brian was at the door. She chatted with him for a couple of minutes, then he gave her a bag. She gave him some money then brought the bag into the kitchen. Curious, I asked her what she had, and she flashed a bit of an evil grin and pulled out a couple of bottles of wine and a bottle of vodka (I think, it was a long time ago now). Now I know that Suzie had a bit of a wild streak in her, but I was a little nervous that she was drinking in my house. My parents don’t normally keep alcohol in the house other than a bit of beer – my dad has a bit of a drinking issue and will tend to overconsume if you let him. If he doesn’t have it in the house he doesn’t crave it. Anyway, this story isn’t about him…….
Suzie cracked a bottle of red, let it breathe for a few minutes, then poured herself a glass. She asked if I wanted any and I said no – feeling a bit uncomfortable. We started to watch the video again (can’t remember what it was, other than it was terrible. We eventually turned it off) but after a few minutes we started chatting a bit off and on. She said she really liked this bottle of wine and asked if I’d like a sip. I said sure, thinking to myself a sip or two would be fine. I liked it too and mentioned that I enjoyed it. Suzie asked me again if I wanted a glass and I figured a small glass wouldn’t hurt.
We kept up our on-again, off-again chatting throughout the movie then eventually shut it off. Our conversation slowly turned to boys as it often did. I asked Suzie if she was interested in anybody at the moment, but she kind of danced around the question and looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment. I assumed that she was still smarting from her breakup with Jason, even though she was the one who had ended their 14 month relationship. I knew that they had been having sex (I caught them a couple of times in the past few months at the cottage). I asked her if she missed him and she said she sort of did, but that her feelings had changed.
“I don’t know what I feel right now” she confessed. “Guys just don’t get it.”
“Do you mean sexually?” I asked.
“Well, yeah, that’s part of it. All he wanted to do was get off. He never cared if I had an orgasm, and I rarely did.” replied Suzie. Then it occurred to Suzie exactly who she was talking to. “Wait a minute, I never told you about Jason and I – how did you know?” She asked somewhat accusingly.
I then told her about the times at the cottage I saw them sneak away down the beach late at night and how I quietly left the cottage and followed them. Suzie was a bit irked at this but she quickly let it go.
Suzie then asked me if I had ever had sex. “Me??” I said. “I’m only 14. I did feel Duncan’s (Duncan was a boy I knew who lived several doors down) penis through his jeans a couple of months ago, but I was a bit weirded out by that. I just don’t think I’m ready to go there yet. Boys bug me too – they just don’t seem to be very mature. Everything has to be a show, they have to be cocky about everything. I do get pretty worked up from time to time about them though and I’ve tried to relieve myself, but I guess I just don’t have the technique down yet. My friends all talk about having had an orgasm, but I haven’t gotten there yet.”
Suzie said not to worry about, that in time I’d get the hang of it. “I’ve also got some special tools to help me out. I can show you them later”
“Tools? What do you mean?”
“I’ll show you tonight before I go to bed” Suzie replied.
I just shrugged a bit, not realizing that that evening would mark a milestone and greatly impact the next year of my life.
We went back to the conversation of boys. She poured us both another glass of wine. I was feeling good at that point as I recall – not tipsy, just happy.
“What do you want from a boy? If you were to go out with a guy, what would you look for?” Suzie asked.
I really didn’t know what to say. “I guess he’d have to be cute. He’d definitely have to be able to confident but not cocky. He’d have to be a good listener too, like you are. He’d have to be like you, but a boy I guess.”
Suzie looked away and nodded a bit, and I wondered for a moment if what I said came out the right way. “You know what I mean, right?”
Suzie smiled, nodded her head “of course I do!”
We went back to watching the movie for a bit, couldn’t get back into it, then just channel-surfed for a while. After finishing my second glass of wine (my inhibitions were quickly floating away) I went to the bathroom. Coming back, I looked at the bottle of Vodka and I asked Suzie what one drank it with.
“Have you never tried it?” she asked.
“Nope, never.” I had never had hard liquor before.
“Grab a couple of glasses and put about an inch or so in the bottom of each glass. Top it up with the OJ from the fridge and put a couple of ice cubes in each” Suzie replied.
As I was doing so, I was aware that I was getting a little bit buzzed (actually having never drank before, I wasn’t really sure what I was feeling until a couple of years later, but I was aware that I didn’t have quite the balance I did before). I felt good.
I really liked the vodka and OJ. Suzie and I watched TV for another hour maybe, cuddling on the sofa as we always did. We finished our drinks and decided to call it a night – I think it was around 11:30 as I recall.
Suzie was staying in my parents’ bedroom at the end of the hall. She went in and changed, brushed her teeth and all that stuff. I did the same then headed down the hall quickly to say good night. Suzie had a couple of unusual looking items on the one end table.
“What are those” I asked
“Oh yeah, those are my special tools” she said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
“You’re going to play with yourself in my parent’s bed?!?” I exclaimed and recoiled slightly. “Are you crazy?”
Suzie just laughed and called me a prude. “Just because you can’t get off, don’t get mad at me.” Then she looked at me with a bit of a shy look and asked if I wanted to watch her.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was my loyalty to her, maybe it was something more, but I nodded my head yes. Suzie reached up, patted a spot on the bed next to her knees and said to sit approximately there.
She then raised her t-shirt up above her waist and I could see she was wearing a thong. She smiled as me and I’m sure she could tell I was getting a bit aroused. She slowly pulled them down and off then threw them into the corner of the room. I noticed that she had largely shaved, leaving only a strip above her vagina.
She then started to gently massage her vagina with a pair of fingers, just moving in small circles. Her breathing started to change a little, at times getting heavier, other times shallower. I was mesmerized by the pinkness.
Soon she started to moan, and she started to move fingers more intensely. She was moving her body in rhythm. Quite frankly I was getting really working up over watching her. My pussy was getting very wet and I was finding hard to resist touching myself.
Despite being occupied at the moment by her own actions I did notice Suzie looking over at me quite a bit. “You’re loving this, aren’t you” she sort of squeaked out.
She then slowed down, and reached over to the end table, grabbing one of her “tools”. She brought the tip of the dildo (I didn’t even know what it was called back then) to her pussy lips, then slowly inserted. She began to move it back and forth, in and out. Suzie began moving her hips in time.
By this point, Suzie was moaning very loudly. I was beside myself too. I had never been so horny in my life!
Suddenly, Suzie moaned extra loud, and began bucking rather violently thrusting her hips toward the bedroom sealing. Though I hadn’t at this point enjoyed an orgasm yet, I assumed this is what she was experiencing.
“Oh my God, Oh my God” she kept muttering over and over, taking deep breaths as she sprawled out on the bed. “I think that was my most intense orgasm ever.” she finally spoke after a few moments.
Then Suzie looked over at me, looked me in the eyes, and asked me if I wanted to enjoy the same sensations. I was turned on beyond belief! I couldn’t help myself, and all I could do was nod my head. Suzie came over to me, gently lifted my t-shirt off and laid me down beside her. She propped herself up on one elbow and began to rub her fingers up and down my tummy very lightly. Her touch was electric. My crotch was soaked by this point and I was secretly hoping she’d run her fingers down there. Instead, she continued to run her fingers around my breasts, gently circling one nipple then the other. I let out a gentle moan, saying how great that felt. My heart was beating like a drum and I was finding it hard to breath, but wow!!!
She then moved her one hand down to my panties and started to pull them down. I reached down and helped her, raising my hips a bit in the process. Next, she slowly and gently ran her fingers of her right hand up from my ankle up my thigh. Slowly she traced her finger around the lips of my pussy. I could barely breathe!! Already I felt I was closer to an orgasm than I had ever been before and Suzie had barely started to touch me.
I had a moment or two of weirdness I must admit. After all, one of my best friends had her hands in my crotch. Still, to this point in my life I had never experienced anything more pleasurable – It was incredible!
Suzie began to move her finger into me. She rubbed up against a particularly sensitive spot (later I found out this was my clit) and suddenly tingles filled me everywhere. I began to buck uncontrollably as she continued to rub more and more intensely on my recently discovered “hot button.” Then it happened. Suzie got me over the top. My back arched so deeply Suzie thought it was going to break. Only my shoulder blades and my heels seemed still touching the bed as the walls of my vagina contracted and I spasmed uncontrollably. The juices from my vagina were flowing down my thighs and on to the bedsheets.
I just laid there for a minute or so trying to take in what all had happened. Suzie just sat there looking me in the eyes and gently running her hands around on my stomach. This was the most amazing moment of my life. Suzie bent down and kissed me on the lips and our tongues met. We kissed passionately for several minutes and then drifted off to sleep.
The rest of the weekend was very passionate – we really didn’t leave the bedroom much! The next day she introduced me to her special tools. Wow!! The dildo hurt like hell the first couple of times she used it on me, but it opened me up nicely. A couple of months later, Suzie took the train into Toronto to do some Christmas shopping and came back with an early gift for me! She gave it to me the next time we were alone. When I unwrapped I thought at first she had given me a dildo, but I didn’t understand the extra hardware. Well, she proceeded to show me! First she made love to me, then she showed me how to put it on. I needed a fair bit of coaching on getting the angle right, rhythm and that sort of thing, but soon I became pretty good at playing the guy as well.
We were together for 11 months, from September 2000 until August 2001. We had an amazing, loving and passionate relationship. We stayed “in the closet” as we just didn’t want to endure that small town stigma. We broke up, so to speak, as Suzie was going off to University. It was very difficult for me, as I still believe I was very much in love with her. Still, we spoke almost daily on our cells or by email.
Saturday, September 29th, 2001 is a day that I will never forget. My family, hell, the entire world was still reeling from 9/11. My dad uncharacteristically knocked on my door about 6:30 that morning and I was still deep in sleep. I knew something was wrong as soon as I cleared the cobwebs. He looked very upset and troubled and I asked him what was wrong.
“Alex just called me and he is very upset. He called me from the car on his way to Quebec. Honey, I have some very bad news…….” Things started to spin, I didn’t even clearly hear what he said next, but I knew. Suzie had gone to school in Quebec.
That left me with a profound sense of loss and emptiness. It was truly the most impactful heartbreak and tragedy of my young life. As the story came out, apparently Suzie had taken some ecstasy (or some other rave-type drug – I can’t remember) prior to going out clubbing with some of her new university friends. One of her friends said she took some more at the bar and was drinking and dancing the night away. Suddenly she collapsed. One of her friends was a lifeguard and started CPR right away. They even managed to get a pulse back before the paramedics arrived. However, she kept slipping back into cardiac arrest. They revived her 5 more times (if I have my facts straight) in the ambulance and the hospital but they couldn’t save her. My first lover, dead of a drug overdose. Still aches today.
Well, that was my first sexual experience. I didn’t know that it would turn into a novel, but I don’t think I left anything important out. I’ve since carved a substantial # of notches in my bedpost so to speak. I will over the next several weeks document all my other significant sexual first times. I’ve been with men, other women, threesomes, relatives (not terribly proud about that) and most recently I’ve become involved in the adult film industry. If you have any suggestions about my story, any comments or feedback, don’t be afraid to respond as long as it is balanced and fair.
Thx
Jackie
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