Where it happened: My parents' house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was exactly 20 years ago. We were both 16, pure, and in love. My folks were either out of town or out on the town, but we knew we had the place to ourselves. My girlfriend, Mary, my first love, came over to “hang out,” but I think we both knew what was going to happen.
It started with a concert on the tv, but attention quickly shifted to each other. We started kissing and petting and clutching and grabbing. We were laid out on the couch grinding into each other like crazy.
I unhooked her bra and freed her breasts then teased her nipples for a bit before one of my hands snuck down under the waist of her pants. My fingers slid under her panties and found their way to her moistness. I rubbed up and down her wet lips until I found her deep opening. I plunged my finger up inside her and began fingering her like I’d done at least a few times before. Neither of us could take anymore. We rushed upstairs to my room and began tearing off each others’ clothes.
I put on some Rod Stewart (she loved Rod’s voice, sax music, and the French language; and Tonight’s the Night had it all,) and we laid down on my bed. I kissed her all over her body that night, and tried to convince myself it was really happening.
As I held her in my arms and pulled her body against mine, I rubbed my dick back and forth on her pussy lips. As I got close to the right spot, her grip tightened, and she pulled me closer to her so that I entered her. Just a little at first, but each time I went a little deeper. My god, it felt so good! So warm, so wet. I just couldn’t believe it was real.
Her long, trim, sexy body writhed beneath me as I moved faster and faster. Hearing her moan with pleasure was more than I could take. But first, I stopped and I held her, I looked in her eyes, in her beautiful face and said, “I love you, Mary.”
She said she loved me, too and quickly thrust me back inside as we made passionate, sweaty love to each other until we both came and collapsed in each others’ arms. Exhausted.
It was the best first time you could imagine. I sometimes wonder what it would be like today. 20 years later. When we actually know what we’re doing. I wonder what she thinks, and how she remembers it…
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