Where it happened: my bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was a freshman in high school, and so was John. He was handsome, athletic, had short blonde hair and in my opinion he was the most beautiful boy in our school. I noticed him for the first time at the freshman orientation, but was too nervous to talk to him. Once the year started, we gradually ended up in the same group of friends, meaning I got to know him pretty well. I learned his name, where he lived, his likes and interests, his siblings, etc. On September 20th he asked me to homecoming. I was thrilled, and couldn’t wait. The more I got to know him, the better I liked him and the more I wanted to see what was under his clothes. I fantasized about him and about having sex with him even though I didn’t yet know what masturbating is or how to do it. I realized that after homecoming was the perfect time to do it, since we were walking to and from the dance together, and the mood would already have been set.
The night of the dance I was dropped off at a friend’s house, where we were taking pictures as a group before the dance. John told me I looked beautiful, and I told him he was the most handsome man alive. We went off to the dance and had a great time hanging out with friends, but more importantly slow dancing with each other. I enjoyed ever moment that his hands were on my hips and mine around his neck. It was wonderful, and walking home we held hands, and drew close to each other. We got to my house, where my parents were gone at a party of their own. We stopped at the front door and exchanged a long, loving kiss before I invited John inside. He asked if he could carry me, so I jumped into his arms as we came into the dark living room. I directed him to the stairs, and he carried me up to the top, and I directed him to my room. We went into my room and he placed me on my bed and bent down to kiss me. I held onto him tightly, and pulled him onto my bed with me. We continued to kiss, and I started to rub his shoulders, then his sides, then his chest and stomach. He quickly got the idea, and started doing the same. However, he was hesitant to go past my sides. I helped him, and pulled his hands up to my small breasts. I could tell he was excited.
I was determined to go further than just making out and light petting. I was nervous, but kept telling myself how much I wanted to see John naked, and how badly I wanted him inside of me. I broke off the kiss, and looked John right in the eye. It was dark still, but we could make out the twinkle in each other’s eyes, and what a beautiful twinkle it was. I stared at him for a second, but then asked if he would turn on my lamp. We sat up and looked each other in the eye, and I put my hand on his knee. We both looked down, and I could tell he had an erection through his dress pants. We looked back at each other, and sort of just understood what was about to happen, without a need for words. I crept my hand up John’s leg, and he reached around and started to unzip my dress. As he pulled the zipper to the bottom, my fingers encountered the hard bulge at his crotch. I stood up to take off my dress, and when I did he unbuttoned his shirt and undid his tie. I let the dress slip off of me, and John pulled off his undershirt and removed his pants. Now we were both in just our underwear, looking each other down. His erection was impossible to miss as it pushed his boxers straight out six inches from his body.
I no longer saw any point in either of us being clothed even in just underwear, so I took the lead and pulled off my bra and then my panties. John got super excited, and his boxers were off in a matter of seconds. Now we were standing, completely naked, in front of each other, and I can’t say I didn’t enjoy every second of it. We looked each other down for a second or two, and then I reached out and touched his penis. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever felt, but awesome at the same time. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, and sat down on the bed. John scooted as close to me as possible and told me exactly how to rub him. I did as he said, and I could tell he loved it. I enjoyed both doing it and watching his satisfaction, so I continued for a minute or two until to my surprise he locked up, groaned, and warm white stuff came shooting out of his penis and onto my breasts. I was super horny by now, and then to boot he started licking his cum off of me! He licked up every last drop, and every time his tongue rubbed against my nipple I went crazy. I laid back, only to feel him go at my clitoris with his tongue. After thirty seconds, I felt a wave of the weirdest sensation of my life start in my reproductive organs and spread to my entire body very quickly. I locked up and moaned, realizing the same thing that had just happened to John was happening to me now. I was out of breath, but still ready for more. I stayed on my back, and John crawled on top of me. We began to kiss again as he poked around until he found my vagina, and started to slide his penis in.
Having John’s penis inside of me was the weirdest feeling I’ve ever felt. It felt as though we were connected for a few seconds before he started to pull out and push in rhythmically. It was absolutely wonderful. We kept at it for a few minutes that seemed like both forever and at the same time just a split second. John started to get faster and faster with his thrusting, and soon he pushed in deep and stayed for a second as he grunted and cum started to fill my vagina, then pulled out and pushed in deep again, staying for a second and then repeating. He stayed on top of me until his penis was soft, and rolled off. We made out a little more, and went at it again. The second time it was even better, and lasted twice as long. We continued going at it for an hour until we heard my parents come home. John snuck out the back and my parents never suspected a thing.
From that day on, John and I were, as my parents call it, an “item.” We sat next to each other at lunch, and started walking home from school together. The next weekend, my parents were gone for a few hours again, so I invited John over. As you might guess, we were naked in a matter of minutes. This time, however, John pulled a condom out of his pocket and put it on. He told me he didn’t want to risk getting me pregnant anymore. I realized that I hadn’t even thought of that. There was a chance I was pregnant from after the dance. I wasn’t sure what to think, so I tried to take my mind off of it. First John and I made out. Then I laid back as he climbed on top of me and pushed his penis back into my vagina. People say it’s the same for a girl when the guy uses a condom, but all I could think about was that plastic sleeve keeping us from full intimacy, and focusing on the pleasure didn’t work; the feeling of being one and of cum gushing into me was gone. The sex went on for an hour or two, but it just wasn’t right. The only reason I kept going was because John was getting so much pleasure.
John and I were still together and as close as before, but I confronted him after school on Monday about not feeling anything special when he wore a condom. We decided not to have sex at the next opportunity we had, which was on Thursday, but instead to pleasure each other in a way I couldn’t get pregnant. He came over to my house, and on my bed, where we had twice had a couple rounds of intercourse, we played around with our sexuality. First John got naked. He laid back while I explored his body, feeling every bend and curve and running my fingers past every hair. I particularly enjoyed rubbing his stomach and playing with his faint, blonde beginnings of a happy trail, but my favorite was rubbing his penis. I started to give him a hand job, which made him real happy, and then started to lick. John went crazy as I took his penis into my mouth, and sucked until he shot cum into my throat, which I swallowed. I wasn’t too crazy about it at first, but later learned to like it. Next I took off my clothes and traded places with John. I got my breasts fondled and squeezed, and kisses all over my stomach. Then he moved south, and I got an orgasm from him rubbing all over my vulva, clitoris and sticking his fingers into my vagina. I have to admit I was super horny by this point.
After we finished experimenting, John and I started to make out. We just laid next to each other and French kissed, but soon started rolling around, and soon enough we were in the missionary position. I looked John in the eye, and he asked me if I wanted to. Being super horny, I foolishly said yes. He instantly started to penetrate me, and banged me as hard as he ever had and for the longest amount of time yet. For the first few minutes I felt that connection from the first time, but after that I got bored, and started whispering things to him to make him cum. I was successful, and before I knew it my vagina was full of warm, slippery cum and we were laying beside each other, breathing heavily. I looked over at John, and told him that I loved him.
It wasn’t until a month later that I noticed I had missed a period. I freaked out, and got a pregnancy test. It was positive. I counted back to when my period should have been. It should have been right about that time I just recounted, meaning I got pregnant the night of the dance. I told John as soon as possible. We were both scared, but I knew that the right thing to do was to have the baby and give it up. John was supportive, but being freshman in high school, we neither could afford to raise a child, and we didn’t have the life experience necessary. We told our parents, and they were upset, but agreed to let me have the baby and give it up.
Between the Thursday when we experimented and the time I found out I was with child, John and I only had sex three times, using protection each time. However, since I was pregnant, we stopped using protection and started having sex more often. As our baby grew inside my belly, our love for each other grew, and before long we were finishing our freshman year, and having intercourse at least three times a week. John admitted several times how much better sex was with my belly round and hard, and we grew much closer having sex and laying together afterwards with one hand around the other and one on the baby in my belly.
Our baby boy was born on the 30th of June, and we gave it to a nice, educated and religious couple. John and I continued on together for a few months, but then we had a fight and broke up for a brief time before getting back together even more in love with each other. To my regret, I had unprotected sex with John’s older brother Josh during that month or two apart and got pregnant with a baby girl. However, John and I were still in love, so we got back together and gave up the second child. Now we’re seniors, and I’m pregnant with number three. I don’t know the gender yet, and still haven’t told John. I’m trying to see how long I can go before he notices.
That’s my story. I hope you take away the lesson that sex isn’t just something two people do, it is something that goes with and strengthens true love. I wasn’t ready when I was a freshman, and in all honesty wish I waited until I was married.
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