Where it happened: his room
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Andrew and I had been dating for 4 years…ever since sophomore year in high school. We went away to the same college and loved it so far. We decided when we graduated from high school that we’d get married when we finished college. Our relationship during that time was great, of course with the various arguments included. We were so different, but we always managed to work it out, despite our stubbornness.
We decided early on that we wanted to wait for marriage. Despite intense makeout sessions which always ended with our shirts off, we’d never actually seen each other naked. I’d slept over his house several times and vice versa, since his parents moved after high school and now lived two hours away. We’d slept in the same bed, but somehow, sex never happened.
This time was different. Obviously. We were home on semester break, at his house. We had been out late with friends and decided to stay at his house since it was closer. His parents were away visiting relatives in another state for a few days. We were both tired so we went to bed since it was, like, 2am.
We snuggled under the covers on his queen sized bed and drifted off. But a few minutes after, I felt him put his hand on my thigh and his lips on my shoulder. I turned around and asked him what he was doing. He kissed me. He ran his fingers through my hair and down to my breasts where he played with my nipples. My shirt came off and so did his. His hands made a trail down to my pajama bottoms where he tickled my clit. It felt so good and after that, I melted. He took off my pants and his too and got back in bed. With nothing but underwear separating us, he held me tight. I could feel his penis against my thigh, getting harder. I removed his boxers and grabbed it and massaged it. He started groaning. I played with his balls, he got louder. I heard him gasp and I suddenly felt a wetness under the blankets. He tightened up as he came in my hand.
Having no experience, I was still surprised about his ejaculation when he moved to touch me. He slid my panties down my legs. He spread my lips and explored with his fingers, his mouth still touching mine. I gasped when he inserted two fingers into my vagina. He moved them in and out and my vagina started spasming around them. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me and I moaned.
He moved on top of me and ran his hands all over my body. I wanted him so bad, I could barely control myself enough to take it slow. I wanted to be as close to him as possible. He positioned himself against me and ran his penis up and down my slit, teasing me. I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer. He inserted his penis a little ways into me, and pulled out. He continued that for a few moments until…wow. He slid all the way, my back arched in pleasure and my hips involuntarily moved to meet his. I pulled on him until he was resting on my body, my breasts against his firm chest, my clit rubbing on the base of his penis, my legs around his butt, my mouth against his. I let go and he started moving in and out, slowly until we found a rhythm. I tried pleasuring him by squeezing when he pulled out. His pace quickened and we were going at it for a few minutes. I could feel his penis making contact with my cervix with every deep stroke. My moaning got louder and louder as this overwhelming, wonderful feeling swept over me. I thought I was going to burst as my back arched and my fingers dug into his arms. I felt it all through out my body and I almost screamed in absolute pleasure. I orgasmed HARD. I my legs shook as I climaxed. As if on que, when I came down, he went over the edge. The feeling of him ejaculating his sperm inside me was indescribable. My vagina was almost milking his penis as it spasmed in response. He moaned loudly, although not as loudly as I screamed. We both lay there for awhile until he slipped out.
Needless to say, after that experience, we had sex three times that night, and three times the next day. I am so glad he was the one I shared it with. I really thought we would get married but we broke up a year later. We both realized that we wanted different things out of life and that it would take us to different places. But I will always remember my first time as wonderful.
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