Where it happened: My Girlfriend's House
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I grew up in a very small South Georgia town called Blackshear. Our claim to fame was a pretty decent football team, and a girl from our town was on the Mickey Mouse club.
I met Emily at a marching band competition, we sat next to one another, and all of a sudden she began to ask me to be her boyfriend. It was an utterly confusing moment, I thought there were things that led up to that question. Small flirtations, a trip to the local movie theatre, and a small dinner at a local restaurant.
None of that happened, one hour we met, the next we were confirmed boyfriend and girlfriend. I figured what the hell, I’m not going out with anyone, and there isn’t really anybody I’m interested in. Let’s see where this leads me.
I found out a few months later that she asked me out purely on a dare from a mutual acquaintance. But, it turns out she was my first love. Funny how life works out.
I didn’t tell my parents that I was dating her, not because I didn’t think they’d approve, but I didn’t really tell my parents anything. It turned out to be the best thing. It really helped in moments of subterfuge. In fact the night we first had sex my parents thought I was spending the night with my friend Perry.
I was spending the night with my friend Perry, but what they didn’t know is at the end of the road he lived on, lived the girl that I had been going out with for several months. The night I arrived at Perry’s house, we walked to Emily’s late that night, around midnight or 1 am. She pushed me down on the bed and gave me a blow job that I will never forget, still to this day I can picture every detail of that moment. The room decorated in hippy garb, the Mardi Gras beads, and Mardi Gras masks given to her by her creole aunt hanging from her bed side.
The crack in the window blinds behind her bed provided a peep hole for her cousins to peep through, afterwards her cute, but slightly slutty cousin Angela gave me an at-a-boy and a nudge on the shoulder.
The actual act of intercourse took place the next day. I went over to her house early that morning, and her mom was at work. She was doing laundry when Perry and I walked in. Perry walked back to her bedroom and we hung out there for a while.
Emily and I began kissing with Perry right there, he took that as his cue to go smoke a cigarette and left us alone. I was wearing the shittiest pair of pleated stone washed jeans, and a Nirvana T-Shirt that I borrowed from Perry. It was far too large for me, Perry was about six feet tall and 200 pounds. I was 5’4″ maybe 5’5″ and a buck-twenty five.
We both very nervously began to undress each other. I began a very feeble attempt at giving her oral sex. She said that she enjoyed it, but something tells me she was just attempting to encourage me.
The whole experience lasted approximately ten minutes; ten minutes of awkward nervous thrusting. Ten minutes of the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Ten minutes of worrying about her. Ten minutes of a curious mixture of both absolute bliss, and paralyzing fear after which there were fluids: mine, hers, ours, somebody’s on Perry’s nirvana T-shirt.
This worried me, Perry was a large man, quite easily capable of kicking the absolute shit out of me (and who could blame him, I wouldn’t be too fond of somebody cumming on my favorite Nirvana T-shirt either). However, it turned out to be my fortune because he gave that shirt to me, and despite its oversized nature, I really liked it.
We also got something on the jacket Perry wore over to her house. A jacket that to this day he still owns, but never wears.
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