Alright, well here’s my story. To add to that, I consider it to be a pretty long story as it is entirely true, unlike some of the other stories on this website. Anyway, it all really did start when I was in the 6th grade. Where I lived, 6th through 8th grade was considered Junior Highschool, and 9th through 12th actual Highschool. So there was this boy and his name was Casey. I thought he was pretty cute at the time. He was very popular and a big jock. Had skater-type hairstyle, blonde, and the prettiest blue eyes you can imagine. At this point I myself had not considered myself to even grab his attention until towards the end of 6th grade. It took me about 7 months during the school year to become more sociable and talk with some of the girls who he had hung out with after school. Finally the last week of school he had had a conversation with me and given me his number. I was very excited for having the cutest boy’s number in my grade.
Moving on to 7th grade I gained a lot more friends, and had become a lot more known in the school. Everything between me and him grew as we had classes together almost everyday. We were always told to sit next to each other and we’d have the best conversations ever. All I can really remember about him was staring into his beautiful blue eyes which seemed to become bigger and more blue as the days went on. We finally started actually texting and talking on the phone. During the entire 7th grade we failed to ever hang out after school or date I’m afraid, but we were really good friends I had considered myself. I soon found myself inseparable from him, wanting his attention every minute of the day. Every time I saw him, my 12 year old heart would go racing. I knew he didn’t like me as I liked him and I never openly admitted to my friends that I was head over heels for him, fearing they would laugh in a sense of rejection. Near the end of 7th grade I was to sadly find out he not only never thought anything attractive about me, but was a cold-hearted player. I soon decided to move on and out from his beautiful blue eyes and make myself open to other boys who liked me.
8th grade. This was about the time I had gotten my very first kiss. His name was Shawn and I had met him the first day of 8th grade while in science class. I thought he was very gorgeous, and at this point, Casey and I had grown very apart as he never did hug me or make an effort to be with me after school. Long forgotten, I rested my heart on the new boy Shawn. We were told in the class to write our numbers down for emergency homework and I had told my friend to have him put his number down in my agenda. Never did I call him, feeling he would think I was obsessed, or desperate. I had told all my friends that I had thought he was gorgeous, and this was the single and only fact I was head over heels for him. I should probably tell you that I never really had gotten a lot of boys in middle school because my mother would simply not allow me to date, I would sneak around and date these boys, but most boys were into dating and hanging out after school which I simply could not do. Anyway somehow, I really forgot how, I ended up dating this boy. He lived close to me, a walking distance close, so I’d sneak onto his bus and hang out with him in the woods for about 45 minutes each day after school, having to rush home before my parents became suspicious. One day while me and beautiful Shawn were together in the woods, I asked him about kissing. He told me he’d be okay with it and before I knew it, we were in each others arms dry kissing for about what seemed 10 seconds. Days after this followed we tried exploring each others mouths with our tongues. I once remember him asking me if I would want to ever have sex with him and I simply told him I was too young for that and wouldn’t ever have sex being 13 years old. And the fact I was so scared of any object entering my vagina. So simply I just said no. We soon broke up and forever he was a thing of the past in my mind. Casey soon entered my mind as me and Shawn broke up and I realized that Casey and I had one lonely class together. We weren’t really friends at this point and time so he barely spoke to me and I could see him ever so often staring at me with those still growing beautiful blue eyes.
Things were like this through the rest of 8th and 9th grade, until that one day in 10th grade. My friend was throwing a party, a major one, and had invited everyone to the party. Everyone who was single sat down in a large circle to play the wonderful game of spin the bottle. Of course Casey and I both sat down to play the game so I grew excited of the fact that I might for the first time ever in my life kiss that beautiful boy. The rules were that if the bottle landed on a girl to a guy they would have to make out, including tongue action in front of everyone. Little innocent me only kissing about 7 guys, making out with only 5 of those guys, none of them even being close to Casey was literally jumping out of my pants. At this point, I knew I was ready for sex, and if Casey asked, I would be in no hesitation to agree. As the bottle made it’s way around the circle, it finally was my time to spin. I took a deep breath and with shaking hands grasped the middle of the clear glass Coca-Cola bottle and gave strong spin. It seemed to spin for an eternity when it finally began to slow down and I knew that it would land on a guy because there had been a large row of about 10 to 15 guys and then cut to 10 – 20 girls. As it made it’s way to the first guy, then the second and so on, my heart skipped 100 beats as I saw it slowly make a stop on Casey. The bottle looked as if it stopped on the guy before Casey, then jumped to land on him. I don’t know who did it, but I could feel the middle of my palms itching with sweat as Casey casually stared at me and gave a smirk. He started to grow bigger and bigger and I could tell he was coming closer to me from the middle of the circle. I soon weakly pushed myself up on my hands and knees and touched lips with Casey. At this point I could feel everyone’s eyes burning into us as I felt Casey move his tongue around my mouth touching my limp tongue still inside my mouth. As he retreated his tongue, I knew he was waiting for me to put mine into his mouth. I cautiously moved my tongue into his warm mouth and tasted the flavor of mint from the gum he was chewing, he then touched his tongue to mine and I knew he wasn’t only doing this because of the game, I knew he was really into it and I could feel the soles of my feet sweating with anticipation. He finally moved back to his seating place, as did I. Everyone clapped with satisfaction and the game continued. As the game went on I could feel him staring back at me as he casually rested on his forearms and crossed his legs into the middle of the circle. When the long dreading game ended, Casey and I met up at the corner of the room. He came over to me after splitting with his friends and whispered in my ear. He asked me where I had been taught to make out so good, and all I could feel was my ears burning red with excitement. He then put his arms around my waist and began kissing my neck. His mouth was still warm and smelled of mint and I knew at this point we were going to make love. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the closest area with a door I could think of. To our luck it was an empty bedroom with a queen size bed. He closed the door and locked it as I sat down near the end of the bed with my hands in my lap.
He came over to me and took his shirt off, revealing his pale white chest and faint 6-pack. I didn’t know much of what to do other than to softly began to kiss both his nipples. As both our crouches touched in our pants, I could feel his cock beginning to harden. He pulled my shirt over my head exposing my bra. I undid my hair and un-did my bra for him. He slowly pushed me back onto the bed and sucked on my nipples which were beginning to become very hard and erect. At this point he had a full hard on, so I started to rub his harden cock from under his pants and he rubbed my now dripping wet pussy from inside my shorts. I unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper exposing his boxers and I could see the head of his cock coming out of the opening in the boxers. He took off my shorts and could feel the wetness from inside my panties. Still with him on top of me he pulled my panties off revealing my pussy which was now very very wet and he started to finger me with one finger. I moaned with excitement and shuddered at this feeling as I pulled his boxers off. His cock was very hard and at least 7 inches when he started rubbing his cock to the lips of my pussy. He stopped to get a condom from his pocket out of his pants on the floor and put it on. We both exchanged we were virgins and he agreed to go very slow to my comfort. As he slowly put his head in first I immediately shuddered again with the explosion of sexual feelings. As I started to drip more and more of my juices, he took some in his hand and rubbed it on his condom covered cock for lubrication. Again pushing about an inch into my pussy this time I felt pain. I wept with pain and he told me he would go very fast so I could start to enjoy it instead of feeling pain. With two pumps he broke through my hymen as I could feel a sharp sensation and then something wet drip down to my anal. I put my finger down to my hole and brought it back up to my face showing blood on my finger. Before I knew it I was moaning with pleasure and enjoying it very much. I soon moved my hips to follow his movements as me pumped in and out in a rhythmic motion. I told him I never wanted to give blow jobs as he agreed he never wanted to put his mouth on my pussy. We both climaxed at about the first time, he took his cock out of me when he ejaculated and left his cock in when I had my orgasm. We decided that if we were to ever have sex again it should be when we are at least dating. So for that night he asked me to go steady with him and we only did make love once this night. We were very cautious not to spread word about us making love at the party and just continued making out in the darkness of everyone surrounding us. To this day, as I am now 18 and a senior, we’ve made love at least every other day. I will call it making love rather than “fucking” because making love is what I truly believe it is because we love each other dearly and don’t consider it to be a kiss and tell relationship. I hope one day we will get married and have kids. So that my friends, is the story of my first time.
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