Where it happened: Her apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We were in chemistry class that summer. I was working and trying to catch up after having spent a year out of college working full time. I was doing pretty well, and a guy I knew brought her over to my house for some help. She came over dressed in tight cutoffs and teasingly called me “professor.” Our study sessions continued at her apartment. Soon my friend dropped out of the class and it was just Brenda and me.
One day, I couldn’t work because it was stormy. A thunderstorm developed and Brenda wanted me to rescue a dog that was trapped in the rain. I did so and got myself thoroughly soaked. I came in and Brenda offered to take off my shirt and put it in the dryer. Later that evening, Brenda hinted that she wouold be taking a shower that evening. I didn’t take the hint. One of Brenda’s girlfriend’s came over that night, and seeing me without a shirt on, must have assumed that Brenda and I were having sex. She began to bemoan the fact that she didn’t have a boyfriend and she put herself down. I thought she was pretty, though, and I told her she didn’t have a reason to put herself down.
A few days later, Brenda and I met at the library for a study session. She came to the session with the tightest, shortest cutoffs and a blouse that tied around the waist. I could barely concentrate. A group that had reserved the study room displaced us, so we went to an empty classroom and began to work problems on the board. Brenda would stand at the board. As she would reach to put a number on the board, her cutoffs would rise up and reveal the bottom curve of her butt cheek. I was getting very aroused.
Finally, Brenda heard a cat meowing and suggested we try to rescue it. We didn’t find it, but on the way to our cars, she asked me if I would follow her home.
So I did. When I got to her apartment, she asked me if I’d like to come up. “Sure,” I said.
Once we got inside,she laid down her books, and asked me if I’d like something to drink. I said, yes,and she brought me some water, and sat down. We made some small talk.
As I sat there next to her, I began to become aroused. I didn’t know what to do or say. I had been her tutor. She had called me professor. I couldn’t take advantage of her.
She must have noticed. She just asked me, “do you have a girlfriend?” I told her no, I didn’t at the time, but I had had a girfriend at another college until the previous February when we just stopped writing to each other.
Then, she asked,”do you miss her?” I broke down and told her that I missed having a girlfriend, period.
“Well,” she said, “I’m available.”
“But,” I said, “I just don’t feel right about it, since you wanted me to tutor you. It’s like a professor or a teacher taking advantage of his student.”
“What do you think about me, then?” she asked.
“I think you are incredibly beautiful, and I think you are smart, but I don’t want to take advangate of you,” I replied.
“You won’t be,” she said quietly.
“I have something to confess to you,” I said.
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve never had sex before,” I replied.
Amused,she said, “I don’t understand why.”
“Well,” I said, “It is a combination of things. My parents taught me it was wrong. I accepted a religious faith when I was a freshman in college and the girls I knew made it clear that we should be married first. I just never quite learned how to approach liberated women about sex. It just seems like women have more to lose than men do, and I never wanted to take advantage of them.”
“How do you feel about me?” she asked.
“You are very attractive,” I applied.
“But how do you feel, right now?” she pleaded.
“To be truthful, you excite me and make me feel sexually aroused,” I admitted.
“Good,” she teased. “Would you like to do a different kind of chemistry experiment?”
“I guess so,” I said. She snuggled closer and offered me her lips. I took her lips and we began to devour each other. I began to caress her waist,her hips and her upper thigh. She caressed my belly and began to move down to my crotch area. Suddenly, her hand was gliding up and down my erect penis. She began to unbuckle my belt. Our lips parted briefly, and she looked up and asked, “may I?”
Breathless, I gave her permission to do whatever she wanted to do. Quickly, she had pushed my pants down my leg and was gently stroking my penis while she was kissing me deeply.
The intense pleasure of her strokes on my penis drove me to caress her the same way she was caressing me. First, I felt the moistness between her legs. Then, I slipped my hands under the wastband of her cutoffs, unsnapped the top button, and slid her cutoffs and panties off in one motion. She, in turn, shoved my pants off of me. We sat there, bottomless, with her stroking my penis, and my sliding my finger up and down between her wet vaginal lips.
Her kisses became more pleading and desparate. “Make love to me,” she begged.
I slipped off her top and she took off my shirt. She stetched out on the couch, smiled up at me and said, “come here.”
I sank down into her soft flesh. She reached back and guided me into her. For the first time in my life, I felt what it was like to be inside of a woman. She had had sex before. I had heard her talk about her birth control. This wasn’t her first time, so I didn’t have to worry about hurting her. The sensation was intense. I had only imagined what this would feel like. I had to pause and savor the moment. It was like sipping a fine wine. I’d draw back slowly and plunge in slowly. “Ohhhh,” I moaned, as I gently plunged into her. She, too, would moan slightly, as I plunged deeply into her. Our first strokes were slow and deep, interspersed with brief pauses as we both savored the intense sensations. Then, as I gained more control, my strokes became more rhythmic. Soon, she began to grip me with her vaginal muscles. She began to thrust upward toward me as I thrust myself into her. She was now on a roll. She wanted an orgasm and she was determined to get it. “Keep going,that’s it, yes, yes,” she said, and her hips began to rock and buck as I kept pace. The sensation was becoming too great for me, and I blurted out, “It’s too much,I can’t hold it.” “Go ahead,” she demanded,and I let it go. “Keep going,” she begged,as her hips continued to buck. Suddely, she exploded in orgasm. “Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes,ohhhhhh” she whimpered as we continued to move in unison with each other.
Soon it was over and we became utterly quiet. She reached back, cupped my balls in her hands, and said, “you were fantastic.”
We lay there for a while and shared our sex fantasies. She had awakened me sexually and made me feel comfortable talking about our fantasies.
I had had a long running fantasy about sharing massages. We shared mutual massages that evening, with my bringing her to orgasm with my fingers and with her bringing me to ejaculation at the end of the massage.
It was also a fantasy of mine to take a shower with a woman. She shared that fantsy with me, where we again brought each other to orgasm by hand.
Finally, to complete the evening, we had one final time of intercourse with each other. She begged me to sleep with her that night and I did. We awoke the next morning and made love again.
We continued as friends that semester, but she did not indicate that she wanted me around for a permenent companion. She must have just been lonely that evening, and I was convenient. After that, we were just friends. She always smiled deeply when she saw me, but she didn’t express interest in having sex again.
That’s how I lost my virginity at the age of 21.
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