Where it happened: Her tent
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
Unlike most of the stories you’ll read here, my first time did not produce the vividly detailed (and probably mostly made up) accounts of the loss of virginity. In fact, I can’t remember her name or even much of what she looked like. When my time came it’s like my body took over and my mind was on the outside looking in.
Trying to remember details of the encounter is difficult. Memories consist more of impressions, a few quite vivid, that are all I have left of the moment.
My friends and I went camping at the lake. One buddy had arranged for his girlfriend and several of her friends to get the campsite next to ours for the weekend. It was three guys and three girls. I am sure I was the only virgin in the group. At least I believed I was. That fact was very much on my mind, but due to an extreme shyness around girls, I was sure it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
The other two guys and girls quickly paired up, leaving her and I as the third couple by default. The process started with swimming in the lake, seeing the girls in their bikinis, beautiful skin, bouncing breasts, long legs, and tight asses really made me excited.
Everything we did that day is a blur now, but I remember my thoughts were of this girl and what was going to happen that night. After eating dinner around the campfire she went to her tent to take out her contacts. I walk with her and she asked me to come in to hold the flashlight for her. After getting the contacts out she said to turn off the light, she was going to change out of her swim suit.
As instructed I turned off the light and moved back onto the sleeping bag to give her room. The tent was absolutely black and I couldn’t see anything. Before I knew it, she had her arms around me and pushed me back down on the sleeping bag. My hand stroked up and down her bare back and I realized she was naked.
The realization came to me that this was it, my time had arrived and this boy was going to get laid. Here’s where my memory goes fuzzy. My heart started to race and I was unsure what to do.
I remember the sweet taste of her mouth on mine as we kissed. Her hair fell down over my head and face and smelled wonderful. Her skin felt cool to the touch and so smooth.
She must have sensed that she was going to have to steer us through this one because I don’t remember doing much without her urging. She pulled off my shirt and slid down my shorts.
Feeling her naked skin against my is another sensation I vividly remember. I was surprised to feel her breasts and how large and hard her nipples were.
I remember feeling a girls grasp the shaft of my erect cock for the first time and flick the head with her finger. I wondered how much my size…or lack of it…impressed or disappointed her.
The rest of the foreplay, however long it lasted, is lost to me. I do remember being unsure of what I should do, become more aggressive or just keep on going for the ride.
I don’t remember how, or whether she was on top of me or if she was on her back. I seem to remember the wonderful hot feeling of her pussy around my cock and of making some energetic thrusts before quickly coming.
When it was over we laid silently on the sleeping bag. I wondered if she had enjoyed it as much as I had. I guess not. The girls left the next day. The guys figured out I’d gotten laid in the tent and thought it was cool. I didn’t tell them they were wrong but couldn’t decide if my first time had been a bang or a bust. I guess it’s a good thing that we learn from experience.
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