Damien

My first time was the most amazing and nerve-racking thing that had ever happened to me in my life.
I was at this girl’s party, her name was Vicki. There were about 250 people at the party, but it didn’t seem like anything because most of the people were drinking and partying in her huge back yard.
I was inside and having myself a Smirnoff, just relaxing and talking to some guys I knew, when Vicki came and sat down in front of us with her short black skirt and her hot pink, extremely tight tank top.
I’d always assumed that Vicki had already had sex, just because of the way she dressed and how she flirted with everyone. I was a virgin, obviously, we’re talking first timers here.
I just took a quick glance, her smooth tan legs were shining under the neon lights in the dark. Her shoulder length hazel hair effortlessly and naturally swooshed to the side. I’d known Vicki since I was born, our parents were close friends and we would always hang out. It was only until that year that I started liking her, like, being attracted to her and thinking she was sexy.
“Hey, Damien!” she took my Smirnoff and swigged it high. “Come party with us in the main room, we could use some life over there,” she winked, and left me to follow her.
My friends nodded and smiled huge, and I nervously stood up and let her lead me to the huge room of flashing lights and loud music.
She took my hand, and I started to feel a little hot. Maybe it wasn’t just the body heat from all the people dancing around me, maybe it was because I knew what was coming.
She pulled me close and we moved to the beat of the music. She took my hips to grind me against her, and she flipped her hair over her head and seduced me almost unintentionally.
I didn’t know whether she was drunk or not, we weren’t even supposed to be drinking, her parents weren’t even in the state at the time. I pulled her close and ran my hands down the sides of her body, her face pulled into a big smile. I held her from the back and she looped her arms around my neck. We were both sweating like crazy, but no one cared.
Vicki took off her heels, right in the middle of everything, picked them up and pushed me back, farther and farther, through crowds of dancing people and glowing lights and booming music, until we fell into a bedroom that I didn’t even know existed. She shut the door and locked it behind her.
The room was red and white, definitely a guy’s, but she didn’t seem to care.
“My family is out,” she breathed, pushing back her hair. “It’s my turn,” she shoved me against a wall and kissed me full on the lips, not even stopping for a breath. She finally let go and I gasped, looking wildly into her eyes.
“Vicki…” she threw her heels to the side of the wall. “What are you doing…?”
She looked at me and chuckled. “We’ve known each other for how many years?” she smirked. “Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you,”
She pulled my white v-neck towards her and kissed me along my neck. I shivered hard, not knowing what to do. I still couldn’t tell if she was drunk or if she was serious.
“Vicki,” I put my hands on her hips, but she continued to go on.
“Don’t wimp out on me, Damien,” she giggled again. “There’s no one here, no one will know, it’s just us. It’ll be fun,” she slid her hand down to my crotch as she said this. I got hard immediately.
“I don’t think we should d-do this,” I stammered. She undid the zip to my jeans and pressed her body against mine, massaging my penis with her little hands. I closed my eyes, my heart beat skipped so many times that I thought I would have a heart attack.
“Come on, baby,” she stopped and gave me a look of disbelief. “Just this once. I want to do this with you, please,” she swallowed and looked in my lost eyes.
“I’m a virgin…” I confessed. Vicki slightly frowned.
“Really? I didn’t think you’d be…because…” she looked down and smiled. “Someone like you, I mean,” she laughed.
“I’m a virgin, too,” she told me. “Tight pussy,” she pointed at her skirt. “Be the first,” she cooed at me.
I gave in, my penis was so erect that I couldn’t bear it. Virgin’s were said to be the best, so I took the bait.
I stripped her completely, taking off her tiny skirt first, then pulling the tank top over her head. She had a nice cup size, I was guessing a D in the heat of the moment.
She tore off my clothes, my white v-neck, my skinny jeans, my undershirt. She stopped at my briefs.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered with a smile. I glanced at the door, just to make sure it was locked.
She bent down to slide my briefs off, but I was quicker. I snapped off her bra, which made her gasp for second and look up at me. I took them in my hands and squeezed, kissing her mouth using all of my tongue.
“17 year old virgins,” she breathed between pauses. “We’re so late,” she smiled.
Her breasts were so firm and full, my fingers traced every invisible crease, the surface was as smooth as porcelain.
The lights were off, but the glints from under the door still remained.
I shoved her to the bed next to us and spread her out.
“Wait!” she almost yelled. She crawled to me and put her hands on my butt, then looked up to me, and stuck her hands inside and massaged in full circles. I clenched my teeth and held her from the back, shaking from nerves.
She made her way to the front. Her warm hands touched my penis, and I immediately faltered in her grasp. She squeezed and stroked, until she finally took them off and used both hands to massage.
My eyes closed, but it wasn’t me. They just were, it just felt that good. She still had her panties on, which I really wanted to take off by now, but she’d already started giving me head and the sight of her boobs bouncing everywhere distracted me from what I was going to do.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held her head with one hand. She gagged and coughed, but kept going. In the darkness, I could see she was red. She went on doing this for about five minutes, until I gave in and came, filling up her mouth with creamy fluid.
I lifted my head by looked down. “Swallow,” I said. She swallowed it all and opened her mouth to show me.
What a satisfying feeling.
I smiled and lifted her up so her head was on the pillow and I was on top of her. We both breathed hard, the start of sweat beads and begun to form on Vicki’s forehead.
“Go easy on me,” she begged, sitting up just a little to watch me take off her panties. The lace was so frail in my trembling hands that I could barely pull them off. She kicked them off for me and scooted down so I was closer.
I swallowed hard and looked at her, Vicki was still waiting.
I crossed my fingers that I would do it right, then held her by the inner thigh and stuck one finger into her vagina.
She jumped just a little, but held her breasts and kept looking. I stuck in another and looked up at her, she was still breathing hard, but wanted more. I stuck in a third, and started to finger her in slow curls and twists.
Her mouth opened and she started to make small noises. She fell back and held her stomach and her breasts, tightening her eyes completely shut.
It felt so weird to me, like you first time should be with someone you truly and utterly love, someone you’d eventually marry or live with your whole life. But it wasn’t like that. And it wasn’t the most perfect setting either.
I fingered her for awhile, then took my hand out when she came big time.
“Oops,” she said. “Sorry,” then she sat up and took her cum onto her fingers and put it on her lips. My eyes widened at this, but I massaged her crotch anyway. I found a nearby light switch and turned it on. It was an orange glow, but it was good enough. I saw the details of her vagina, the redness in her cheeks, the pulsing veins on my erect penis.
She giggled a little when she saw my penis hanging so erect. It was about 8 inches erect, and I understood that was more than average for a man.
I blushed and spit onto my fingers, then rubbed it on her wet pussy and looked at her face while she bounced up at down. She looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t.
I spread the lips of her pussy around and licked it fast and small. She moaned like she was crying, but still wasn’t.
I was getting used to this by now, and was getting a little bored, despite how hot she was.
I turned her over and pushed her legs up so her “face was down and her ass was up”, and slowly massaged circles onto her left cheek. She knew what I was gonna do and reached for the cabinet next to her, which I’m guessing had condoms. But I’d already stuck in the head of my penis into her, and she stopped reaching and started gasping.
“Damien,” she breathed. “Go easy, remember,”
I ran my hand down her back. “Don’t worry, babe,” I soothed.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay? I’ll stop,”
And I went in, my first thrust. She screamed and shook, but didn’t say anything about pain. I pulled back and pushed in again, going slow and not too far. I hands were shaking like crazy, but not even thinking about getting her pregnant.
“Oh, Damien!” she moaned when I thrust back in, this time further and harder.
I eventually built a rhythm of going faster and faster, harder and harder, hearing the slap of my thighs against her shiny ass.
Her pussy was so tight, I’d never imagined it to be like this. It was securely coiled around my penis, which made it feel good for me. I came nice and long inside of her, letting my sperm ooze into her and warm her up. She moaned loud and heavy. “OH, MY, GOD!” she kept saying.
She screamed twice, but kept saying my name over and over. Her voice was my drive to go harder and faster. I was going about 4 thrusts a second when she screamed and yelled, “DAMIEN, IT HURTS!”
I quickly stopped and pulled my penis out of her. She fell back and gasped her air. I slid next to her and watched her catch her breath.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, turning to my side and holding her breasts in my hand.
“It hurt so much just then,” she moaned. “I think you popped my cherry,” she laughed.
I didn’t laugh, I knew it would happen. I got up and spread her legs. Sure enough, she was bleeding, the blood marked the sheets.
“Sh*t,” I said, and looked at her face. She looked like she was in so much pain. “Sh*t,” I said again. Then I took her in my arms and went to the bathroom in the bedroom. I place her in the bathtub and grabbed a rag from under the sink. It was white. Just my luck, right?
She was confused, but I did my best. I turned the water on lightly, warm water that would soothe her, and wet the rag.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I said when I saw her terrified face. “I promise.” I sat in the tub with her then, almost right next to her, and put my hand on her back. She leaned into me and laid her head on my chest. Trembling and shaking, I patted the rag to her bleeding vagina. It soaked up the blood instantly, and the water ran red.
“Thank you,” she whispered, and nestled up against me.
I tightened my grip around her shoulder after she said that, so she knew I heard her. I continued to do this for awhile until she started to feel guilty.
“It’s okay, I’ll heal,” she told me, and wobbling, stood up and turned off the water. We sat in the tub together, not doing anything, just sitting there, for hours.
Her bleeding had stopped by then, so I pulled her close and brushed her bangs out of her face.
She looked up at me with the most precious green eyes that sparkled even in pain.
“I’m glad my first was you.” She cried.
I held her tight then, and kissed the top of her head until we had both fallen asleep in the awkward and uncomfortable curves of the tub.

That was a week before Vicki had suffered major injuries from a head on car crash. Her parents supposedly heard of this and hurried home with Vicki’s brother. She died the next day. I didn’t get to see her at the hospital, because her family didn’t tell me and Vicki wouldn’t answer her phone. I wasn’t invited to her funeral because her brother found blood on his sheets when he came home, from when we had sex, and drew the conclusion that I had raped her, hence why her family now hates mine, and why my family hates me.

I still think of her, of how headstrong and beautiful she was. How popular she’d become because of her personality, and all the good memories we’d had. I cry sometimes, just thinking about it. I wasn’t tried for rape, but the two families believe I did, and so does everyone at my former high-school and current college.
But I’m still glad she was my first, still glad. I’m sure she’s watching over me right now, and thinking the same thing.

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