Where it happened: My bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I lost my virginity when I was 16, his name was John and we are still together.
John was two years above me at school. I was a shy girl and hadn’t had a boyfriend before. Most guys were put off by my red hair and copious amounts of freckles, which seem to cover every part of my body. I’m a size 10 though, but still nobody really wanted to go out with me. He was my first kiss too..This is how it went.
I was part of a study group, we’d all been assigned partners but the teacher insisted they were same sex. We let her continue to believe this, but actually we didn’t have the partners she thought we did. My partner was John of course. We did actually start meeting after school. It started off just studying, but as time progressed, I realised I quite liked him. My mind was quite innocent, but I did think about kissing him. We didn’t really talk about our feelings, but now and again, we caught each others eyes and he made me blush. One time we all met up to go to the cinema, I didn’t normally go, but he asked me, so I went. We didn’t sit together at first, I was a little disappointed. The movie had already started when I felt my phone buzz. He sent me text “BACK ROW?”. I found my way to the back row and sat next to him. I was nervous, but by now I wanted him to kiss me. Feeling his arm around me, relaxed me and I closed my eyes as our lips touched. It was a really nice feeling, I closed my eyes and he made me tingle all over. It felt better than I had imagined. I was happy all evening thinking about him.
Anyway, after that we started dating and things got more and more intimate.As we got closer, our kisses became more passionate and our hugs tighter. We didn’t really do more than that for a while though. Until I guess a few weeks later when he kissed my neck. That really turned me on and got my panties wet every time. He used to do that on my doorstep though, over time it left me wanting more. Eventually I got the courage up to tell him he didn’t have to stop. He didn’t and left me breathless many evenings. His fingers stroking my wet underwear felt good, but I really wanted him to give me more than we could just do on the doorstep.
So once I told him he could stay over tomorrow. Then I blurted out that I loved him and I was overwhelmed when he told me he felt the same. He’d complimented me on my freckles and how pretty I was so many times, so I whispered to him that he could see all the places I had freckles tomorrow….
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