Where it happened: friends house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
My First Time
Unfortunately my first time wasn’t anything like I wanted it to be. I have never told anyone about this experience because I was not proud of it…in fact I was ashamed.
The story began when I was just starting highschool. I had a major crush on my best friend’s (at the time) brother. He was dark skinned…and very handsome. He was 17 and I was 12. Why he showed interest in me I’ll never know. Looking back on it now I think it was because he was flattered by it and found it to be an easy piece of ass. I feel very angry as I write the previous sentence. He should not have taken advantage of such a young girl.
When I hear stories of older men being charged of statutory rape…I get so angry. The men try to use in their defence that the young girl was willing. Well she may have been willing but what does a girl know about sex at 12 years old? For me I knew nothing other than that is something you did when you were in love with someone. Men who take advantage of these young girls should be held responsible for their actions for they are ruining a little girls life.
So as you can see as my story begins it is far from being exciting.
His name was Ben. He was the most wonderful boy (man) I had ever met. Actually as I look back on it now he was the only boy I had ever really had feelings for at that point in my life. His sister’s name was Pam. She and I were very close. Pam and I were going to the carnival this one night. Pam’s brother Ben, and his friend Doug…who was my next door neighbour at the time drove us and joined us there. We had so much fun the rides the games..etc…and of course I just fell head over heels in love with Ben..or so I thought it was love. As the days went by I took every chance I could to be at their house. One evening another girlfriend of mine…Cathy decided to go over the the local hangout..which was a guys grandmothers house that all the guys partied at. The grandmother was never there. So her grandson Kevin took care of the house for her. Cathy of course was much much more experienced with boys than I. At that time she was no longer a virgin and quite enjoyed sex. She also loved to get drunk. I had never really been drunk before. That one Saturday night my parents had went to camp so I was staying at my sister Nelda’s house. She never cared what time I got in so I took advantage of it, since my parents were very strict. Now as I look back on it..I can understand why. If I had only listened.
There were about 10 of us at Kevin’s house that night. Ben sat next to me on the couch and we began to neck…as people cleared out. As I remember our kissing…he had the biggest mouth I have ever kissed….even still. Unfortunately I was to inexperienced to put those wonderful lips and tongue to good use. I doubt very much he had ever used them on a girl other than kissing. LOL
He lead me unstairs to a bedroom. I can remember Kevin trying to tell him not to. Not understanding why. Ben convinced Kevin we were just going to talk. Ben locked the door behind him. started kissing me and undressing me. I wasn’t aware of what was about to happen. Not to mention I didn’t care at this point because I just thought I was in Love. The details are quite sketchy as I don’t remember it all just certain things. He laid me back on the bed. I was totally naked as he was also……..he got on top of me. I can still smell his smell and feel his body…it was hard and rubbery. I felt him entering me…and me telling him he is hurting me. He told me it was okay and backed off a little…but still kept trying to enter me slowly and gently as he could……..then at a point he rammed his cock inside of me…..there was an explosion in my head….a very painful one I might add. With each stroke it hurt a little less but not much. Then all of a sudden he stopped. I realize now but not at the time. He had just cum. Within the next min he was getting dressed…no kissing now 🙁 just time to go. I began to dress and couldn’t find my shirt so he turned the lights on….as I looked I noticed there was a big spot of blood on the sheets….of course it was from me. I didn’t realize at the time why…but now I do. He had taken my cherry. As we left he walked downstairs and opened a beer and I left. Feeling nothing…a little numb….not angry not sad not anything…..I remember lying in bed that night thinking…okay I am no longer a virgin but why don’t I feel different? why didn’t I enjoy it? I had heard about sex before and thought that it was something both men and women enjoyed and it felt good. But I certainly didn’t enjoy it. As time went on I still was “in love” with Ben, I made and took every opportunity to see him and be around him. Over the next year we had “sex” maybe 4 or 5 times. Always when no one was around…I remember behind the school usually late at night when he would walk me home and of course I would be drunk. I remember those times now but back then I didn’t cause I was to intoxicated.
Then one evening I was walking home from a girlfriends house. When I noticed Ben pulling into her drive. He was picking her up for a date!!! He never took me out on a date! well at that point I was so very hurt. I knew before that, that she had been seen with him…but there it was staring me in the face. I went home crying. At that point I began playing the field. I became very primiscuious thinking that sex was what made men like you and want to go out with you. Was I wrong! They just used me.
As life went on I straigtened myself out and realize that there were men out there who wanted me just for who I am. I think about this alot especially lately. I think about the girls back then I was friends with and the men I had sex with. It is amazing because now they are fat or ugly…with absolutely nothing going for them. I would have to say without bragging I am the only one who has turned out attractive and with a good life. Alot of them girls are on wefare with kids and fat. Then men well some are divorced…living in the same little town…going no where. Although Ben I heard is an Engineer living in Toronto. I often think I would love to meet up with him and show him what real sex is all about. I am sure I could show him a thing or two. Let him feel how it is to be the slave and not the master!
In fact after writing this I think I just may look him up!
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