Where it happened: Dorm Room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
A bit of a late bloomer, I had done just about everything
with my H. S. girlfriend until then except go all the way.
She was a “good Catholic girl,” though not so good as to
prevent us from a lot of mutual manual and oral pleasure
and dry-humping. I think mostly she was afraid of getting
pregnant and didn’t think any contraceptive would work.
Eventually, she did allow me to deflower her several years
later, but that is another story.
As for my first time “going home,” it finally happened
when I was a freshman in college. I had just started
seeing this girl, a preacher’s daughter from another
university across town. I met her through her girlfriend
who was a classmate of mine. I actually consider my entry
into “manhood” occurring in two stages.
First, we had been celebrating the end of the semester and
upcoming Holiday Season by exchanging presents. “Sara” and
I decided to thank each other privately away from our group
of friends, so we slipped away to my dorm room. My roommate
had been up all night doing a term paper so he was catching
up on some sleep. Sara and I snuck into the bathroom, and
all I remember is that one minute we were making out the way
only teenagers with veins filled with hormones do, lots of
warmth and wetness and groping, and the next minute I am
sliding my mouth down the length of her body, pushing
at her clothing to reveal hot skin that seems to steam at
the touch of my lips and tongue. I am suckling at each
breast, nipples at the tip of my tongue, her hands clutching
my hair. I remember the smooth flat surface of her belly
gliding by, then my nose is burrowing into her crotch. I
pull down her panties and hose in one motion, and I am
nuzzling at her moist fur. I dive my tongue between her
lower lips, and I remember her voice, sounding intoxicated,
moaning, “What are you doing to me? Oh, God — Mason, what
are you doing…?”
I hear the door to the hallway open and shut. My roommate
must have awakened, probably to the sounds of our lust,
and gentleman that he was, exited gallantly to offer us the
privacy of the room. So I lead Sara out of the bathroom
and onto my small twin bed, where we continue our “thanks”.
She slips her hand inside my pants and grabs hold of my
stiffened cock, which hardens even more at the electricity
of her touch. I encourage her to begin the motion, as I
continue to ravage her body with my hungry mouth and
restless hands. This is where it becomes a blur (really).
Somehow my pants are down past my knees, shorts and all.
I don’t recall if it is my doing or hers — probably mine.
The next thing I know I am inside her, pumping feverishly,
our breaths coming quickly in gasps. It all happens so
quickly. I remember her saying, “What’s happening to me?
What are you doing to my body?” as she began to shudder her
orgasm. It is over me just as fast, and I remember the
sudden panic that comes over me when I return to my senses
knowing that I have just come inside this sweet formerly-
virgin girl without protection. Fortunately we were both
clean, and my seed did not take. We promised each other not
to let this happen again (unsafe sex).
So that was technically the first time. I consider it in
two stages because Sara and I then planned to return from
Christmas break early to spend a few days (and nights)
together and “do it right” (including the condoms). My
roommate wasn’t coming back to campus until the weekend
before classes started, so Sara and I had some time to
ourselves. We pulled the twin beds together so we could
have more room to play on. We kept the curtains shut tight.
And we didn’t leave the room for the next 72 hours except to
pick up Chinese take-out. We did everything to each other
humanly (and perhaps inhumanly)possible sexually those three
days. We spent the hours naked in each others arms. We did
it in the shower. We did it on the window sill. We
explored every orifice of one another’s bodies with our
fingers, our lips, our tongues, and, of course, my cock..
We fucked and we sucked an we slept, only to wake up and
fuck and suck some more. It was glorious!
As an epilogue, a description of Sara — long black hair,
petite frame, dark almond eyes, full mouth (with a talented
tongue), porcelain skin, and an hour glass figure with the
most perfect curve of the hips I have ever seen on a woman.
I remember how much I loved just tracing the curve of her
hip with my finger as she lay naked on her side fast asleep.
A friend of mine once said upon meeting Sara that she looked
like she could fuck the paint off a wall. And that she did,
thankfully with me.
Sara and I parted company after a year-and-a-half, but we
sure had a great time together.
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