My first time was with someone who, for privacy’s sake, I’ll call Danny. I had known Danny for a little while (about three months or so) and being just 16, I suppose I was kind of a naive type because I was really not interested in boys yet at all. They liked to look at me, but I didn’t do a lot of looking back.
Danny changed all that. With my first glance of that blond hair and those sparkling eyes, I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. I had kissed one boy on the cheek when I was dared to at my 13th birthday party, but in spite of hearing all my friends talk about this boy/girl stuff, I thought it sounded a bit over-rated.
Danny and I slowly started spending more time together, and he really liked to hold my hand. He liked talking to me, and one day, he tried to kiss me and I pulled away, but a few days later, I decided to go ahead and let him kiss me. He kissed me gently on the lips, and it felt really nice, but somehow he knew that I’d never kissed a boy on the lips before. It sure was sweet, though. I got a little spooked and wondered why it felt so nice yet so odd. Slowly, over the next few months, we seemed to get closer and closer, until the night came when my father started going on about ‘protecting his sweetest daughter from some sex-crazed high school stud’… and not wanting to hear it, I picked up my bedroom phone, called Danny, and told him I was going to ride my bike to the corner store.
I met Danny at the corner store and we went and talked for a while. Then, as it was starting to get dark, we rode our bikes out to his house. When we got off our bikes, he put his arms around me, which by this time I was starting to like a lot, and he kissed me. This kiss was different, though. The others were just soft, tender pecks on the lips or on my cheek. During this one, he bit on my lip a little and played with my tongue with his tongue. It was strange, but it felt nice.
After we stopped kissing, he asked me if I wanted to come in his room and I was hesitant to do so. He took me by the hand and started to lead me to the living room. I asked him where his parents were, and he said they were fishing. He continued to lead me to the couch, but he didn’t sit down. I sat down, and after I did, he said he was tired and he laid down, with his head in my lap and he slept for a little bit while I looked at his mom’s Ladies Home Journal magazines. Once he woke up, he turned his face toward my stomach, and he got closer and closer to me.
He asked me again if I wanted to go to his room, and I figured fine, so we did. When we got to his room, we laid down together and he put his arms around me (no one has ever been able to hug me like he did), and he began to kiss me again. It felt sweet. He started French kissing me a little more aggressively than he had before and I found myself liking it and kissing him back. He began to touch me on my breasts, and it felt odd but I did nothing to stop him. I was so curious and he was so gentle that it seemed nothing else really mattered.
He asked me to remove my shirt and I told him no at first, then I decided I’d remove mine if he’d do the same. He went for that, and he revealed a firm, not really hairy chest. I removed mine and of course, I still had my 34C bra on. He ran his hands over the area that I had revealed, as though he was attempting to memorize the feel of my skin, and every time he touched me, I loved it more and more.
He started playing with the clasp at the back of my bra, and while doing that, he gave me a questioning look and then he started kissing me in the area between my breasts. I looked at him and smiled, and told him “Go ahead” and he unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor. After my bra was gone, he cupped my right breast and ran his thumb over the nipple in a way I was completely unfamiliar with. I felt feelings I didn’t understand, but he made me so warm all over, especially when he began to alternate taking my nipples into his mouth and sucking on them in such a slow, sexual way while.
I thought it couldn’t get any better, but I was so wrong.
When I told him what he was doing to my tits was wonderful, he told me that he had only just begun, and he began to kiss and lick his way down my flat tummy. He stopped at my jeans, and he unzipped them and then he used his tongue on my belly button in a most interesting way; after playing with my belly button for a while, he helped me out of my jeans and he proceeded down to my panties, where he began to kiss me through them and finally, he removed them, using his fingers to play with the furry patch of hair between my legs.
Once there, he nudged my legs a little until they were spread wide enough for him to crawl comfortably between them. At this point, he ran his finger over the outline of my pussy, causing me to feel as though all the blood in my body was rushing to the center of me. I watched him attentively as he did these things to me, and the closer he got to my pussy, the harder his dick got. When he started kissing the lips of my pussy, he got really hard. He continued to kiss the lips of me, and he nibbled and licked all over my pussy, it seemed. He buried his face in my wet, juicy snatch and he used his tongue on my clit, going around and around in circles. He seemed to be totally absorbed in the taste of me, and his tongue on my clit felt beautiful! I began to shake all over, and he positioned himself and moved between my legs, putting his hard dick inside my hot, moist cunt as I was still excited from the tongue lashing he had just given my pussy!!
There was an initial stab of pain, but he held me so close and he kissed me so sweetly that the pain seemed like nothing in comparison to the pleasure he had just given me. I felt him shoot his warm cum inside me, and I knew then that I’d made him happy. Once he was off the top of me, he took me in his arms and we went to sleep.
I loved him in 1987, and I still love him. We’ve gone our separate ways a long time ago, abd though time and miles may keep us apart, I’ll always have this wonderful memory of us.
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