Where it happened: My place
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
It’s kinda hard to talk about since she was so important in my life for such a long time, but I’ve been reading the stories here and I thought that I would share. This is completely true, and it was a loooong time in the making.
To simplify things I’ll just call her Amy. We started going out when I was a sophomore in college and she was a freshman. She was 18; I was 19. We were friends to begin with (the best relationships start that way) and became more than friends after spending a lot of time together. She was very faithful in a Chrisitan sort of way, and I am faithful in an eastern kind of way. Because of this we would date sporadically, lasting a year at one stretch and less than a month at another. It took a long time to fall in love and it still hasn’t completely worn off.
Generally speaking, we would date, get pretty heavy physically, and then we’d break up due to the pressure that she was feeling according to her morality. By the time that we actually made love for the first time we had been intimate in virtually every way. It took 4 years.
At the moment she was 22, 5-4, about 110 lbs. She had shoulder-length brown hair and a nice hourglass figure. She was generally labelled as ‘petite.’ She was slim, with a 34-B chest and a wonderful waist and ass. I loved to run my fingers through her hair. She wasn’t a classic beauty, but I thought she was perfect.
I was 23, 5-10, 185 lbs. I was working out and had managed to shed almost 50 pounds during our last break-up. I have a Native Amercian background and have been told that I am “not hard to look at.”
We had gotten together over Christmas and were picking up where we left off a few months before. We had talked about making love, and had gotten to the cusp of the moment, but I was never prepared–I wanted to make sure that everything was right. She had started telling me that she would like to make love and lose her virginity. So, I finally went to the store and bought a pack of condoms and got ready for the moment.
We had a nice dinner and really tiptoed around the whole sex subject. We had come really close to doing the deed the last time we went out and knew that this night would be interesting.
We got back to my place and started foreplay. We danced a little bit and the light of the stereo was the room’s only illumination. Finally, I kissed her and she kissed back sweetly. We made our way back to my bed and started making-out in a serious manner. Passions rose and we finally decided to thrown Mr. Inhibition out the window.
I would set her in my lap, her legs straddling me, as I kissed down her neck and nuzzled her in ways that always made her gasp and moan. She loved the way that I would treat her. Shirts came off and I continued kissing her chest until I finally removed her bra. She had wonderful breasts that I loved to caress and kiss. I could elicit incredible responses from her nipples. Her tits were incredibly soft and tender. I touched them with the utmost care and gentleness.
We laid back on the bed with her on top of my. Her soft breasts tickling mt stomach. She undid my pants and slid them downwards until I could kick them off. Then she kissed my chest and worked lower. I felt her soft kisses down my stomach and felt her fingers slip under my silken boxer shorts. Those were removed very shortly.
She never really told me if she liked giving me head. But she would do it, and she was good at it. She never made me cum, but no one ever does. I’m weird that way.
Anyway, she started giving me a blow job, and it was great. After a while I grabbed her head and pulled up. I turned her over and removed her remaining clothes. We were completely naked by now. I went down on her and I don’t remember–even the first time that I did it–ever NOT succeeding in making her come when I went down on her. I could really get her going. I was gentle, and that is the key.
After a while I had her on the edge of orgasm. That is when I stopped and rolled her over on top of me. Amy and I kissed fervently, pressing our naked bodies into each other with gusto. I leaned up and she sat in my lap, her bare legs wrapped around my hips, and we simply made out for a loooong time.
She told me that she was soooo close that last time and that she was under my control. I sat at the edge of the bed and turned her over so that her knees were at the bed’s foot. This was according to my plan. I didn’t want a break in the action, so I had some condoms at that side of the bed. I started to go down on her again and while I did that I found a condom, unwrapped it, and slipped it on my hard penis.
She didn’t seem to notice this distraction, being too involved in me making her writhe with my tongue on her clitoris. Finally, I had everything in place and brought her to the edge of orgasm again . . .
. . . she hated it when I teased her like that. I kissed up her chest when I knew that she was reeeeally close. Amy took a deep breath and almost said something as I kissed her neck and breasts and I worked my way up her torso. What stopped her was the feeling of my hardness between her legs. I am around 7″ in length and not terrible spectacular–in my own opinion. But she felt me there as I rubbed my shaft along her labia with my hand. She knew that it was the time.
So again I rolled her over on top of me and she straddled my hips. My penis was between her legs and was pressing against her labia when I asked, “Are you ready for this?” She said “I don’t know” and we kept on kissing.
But the fervor of our passion spoke for itself and before long I felt my penis touching the inner folds of her vagina. We had done that before, and she always gasped and said that it felt incredible, but we always stopped there. I probably could have lost my virginity a long time ago with her, but I wanted to wait until iw as sure that she wanted it. This time she positioned herself on top of me.
Basically, I just laid back on the bed and she would move around my penis, getting close but not quote letting me enter her.
But not this time. She surprised me my sliding up my chest and moving back onto my penis at just the right angle. At the entrance of her vagina she paused and closed her eyes, and then pushed herself on me gently. It was wonderful. For the first time I was feeling sex. I was feeling everything! She was impatient and horny. She started moving fast on my body and I put my hands on her hips to calm her down. After a while I felt that I could pull her tightly and thrust into her–and I did. She gave a loud yell and I smiled. We kissed again and started moving faster and faster. She was on top of me and I was holding on for dear life. Every now and then she would lean forward and put her hands under my ass and I would grab her ass and thrust deeply. My hands would go to her tits and play with them–driving her madder. If she leaned forward far enoug her nipples would dangle in front pf my mouth and I would kiss and suckle them–making her crazier.
At long last I made a final thrust and every muscle in my body clenched with an orgasm–the first while inside a woman. She was close too, but I don’t think that she came. We layed there for a long time not believing what had just happened. We kissed and cuddled and actually sang silly songs while in bed as part of our first pillow-talk. It was a long while before I pulled myself out of her. She wanted me to remain forever it seemed.
We made love a few times after that, but not a lot. Not enough times to perfect our technique. I did make her climax every time after that–but she always had a problem with the whole morality issue. It just wasn’t right for her.
I am pretty sure that she went to her pastor after we broke up for good and “proclaimed her sins” to him and he forgave her for feeling true, incredible love. How dare she be happy?
I hope that she is in a happy relationship with a guy who is kind; and not a typical Christian male. She is wonderful and should explore the world–not end up a simple housewife who dotes on her husband because she is nothing without a man around. She is special. She needs to become something other than what the church allows her to be.