There was this guy, Andrew, who lived in the same town as I did and we went to middle school together. We seperated in high school as we went to different places. We had never noticed each other, we spoke occassionaly, but that’s about it. My senior year, I found out that he had liked me for a while and I had just broken up with my boyfriend so I agreed to go out with him another couple that were mutual friends of ours. For about 3 months, we hung out all the time, but never so much as held hands. I knew he liked me, but I wouldn’t make it official. I liked him to, but I think that there is something empowering about knowing someone likes you, knowing that they want you. It was Jan 2 and we were complaining to each other about how our new years (spent apart) both sucked. By this time, I had a plan, whether I admitted it to myself or not. We made plans to get together that night and try new years again, but probably with one of his friends as well. The other friend coming bummed me out, but on the other hand, it seemed weird to think of us alone. So evening came and after an hour of trying to pick out what to wear, he came to pick me up. I asked if the plans were still on and he said that he didn’t know, because his friend had other plans. I don’t think he knew if I would want it to be just him and I. I kept giving stong hints that I wanted go ahead with plans sill (plans were basically to get drunk I guess). After 10-15 agonizing minutes, he aggreed and we got some coke and bacardi. My stomach in knots, we drove off to find a place to go drink. On the way, he made a stop, saying that he had to drop something off, but then we were on our way. About 15 minutes later, we found ourselves about a mile down a logging road, in the dark, just the two of us sitting in his truck. I was so nervous I thought I was going to be sick. I wondered what he was thinking. All day I had been thinking up different scenarios of how things could play out, all of them favorable. I wanted him now and alcohol was an excuse to ditch my shyness and inhibitions. So we just sat there a few minutes and I was like, “well, I’ll start”. And I mixed a drink and went to it. He did the same and it was all very awkward, quiet. I don’t know what we talked about. That drink finished, I took some drinks straight out of the bottle. I think I just wanted to get things moving. I had only drank a few times in my entire life, so no more than 20 mins later, I was dizzy. I leaned forward on the dash and felt my head spin, “I’m drunk”, i said, kind of excited. He moved his arm across the arm rest to my side of the truck and put his hand on my back. That was the first touch and I can still feel it. I felt my face get warm and a twinge of excitement. I leaned the seat back and layed back. He put up the armrest and asked me if he could see my stomach. I lifted up my sweater and saw him stare at my tanned stomach, that I had seen him glimpsing at over the last months when my shirt came up. He began to touch my stomach, very gently, rubbing his hand over it. He then began to kiss it, my bellybutton and all over my stomach, still touching me with his hand. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the seat, relishing the feeling of his soft lips on my skin. I was getting wet, I could feel it, and i had all I could do to not guide his hand down my pants so he could find out for himself. My memory gets a little fuzzy around here, thanks to the bacardi, but I picked his head up and asked him to kiss me, which he did. I don’t remember exactly how I got naked, but it didn’t matter. I remember us making out and I was only weaing my panties. I wanted him so bad I was moving against the seat. We ended up laying across the front seat, him on bottom, me on him, facing up so I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My panties were off and we were just humping each other basically. I was moaning, I couldn’t help it and I couldnt even feel his bare skin on anything yet, but it didn’t matter. I had envisioned this for quite awhile. I pulled one of his hands up to my D cup tits and with my hand over his, we both squeezed and pinched them. A few minutes later, i moved his hand down between my legs. Despite the fact that I was dripping wet waiting for him, my cunt was to tight for even one finger to go in easily. I licked and spit on his fingers, then made him try again. It slipped in, though still tight. He fingered me slowly at first, gently, and I was glad because it kind of hurt. But then I put my hand over his again, guiding his finger in and out of me, harder each time. with my other hand I was squeezing my tits. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I asked him “will you fuck me” and he said “I can’t”. I was begging him, asked him please, everything I could think of, but he said he didn’t want me to be drunk our first time. I kept telling him I wasn’t, but I couldn’t get him fuck me. I was so frustrated knowing that I was so horny, he could have done anything he wanted to me, but he had a naked girl on him, humping his dick with her ass, and still could say no. No exaggeration, this went on for close to 2 hours, the fingering, touching, begging, until he finally rolled out from under me. He pulled out a condom , which i later found out he picked up when he stopped at that house to ‘pick something up’…’just in case’. I probably could have climaxed from anticipation alone if he had waiting too much longer. I wondered if he had done this before. I couldn’t tell. I had never seen a dick before, so I couldn’t help but stare at it. I couldn’t wait for it to be inside me. It looked big, but in the dark I coulnd’t really tell, time would tell though. When he finally put it against me, it wouldn’t go in, I was too tight, he was too big. I wondered if he wanted it as much as I did. Evenutally it went it in, he pushed it in slowly and it was such a tight fit I couldn’t help but release a not so quiet moan. In a few seconds when it was all inside me, it was so much that I kind of half-sat up. Apparently my assumption about his size was correct. He was sliding that huge cock in and out of me and it felt like an eternal orgasm. It was that climax of a feeling, but it never stopped or even lessened. It was intense pleasure, mixed with pain. Every time he pushed back into me, I felt my pussy stretch and when he was all the way in, he was hurting me deep inside, but it felt good. It felt good to be fucked by him, and I also liked that he could hurt me. I was squeezing his biceps as they flexed when he was thrusting inside me. I was glad he had picked a logging road out in the middle of nowhere because I was moaning and screaming really loud. It felt 100 times better than I had imagined and believe me, thats not because I didn’t imagine it very much. He was so deep inside me, where nothing else had ever been, and I could feel his balls hit up against my ass as he fucked the shit out of me. I honestly couldn’t tell you how long he was going at me, but I do know that the next morning, it hurt to even sit down.
oh, and it was his first time too, i later found that out
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