Where it happened: his house
Langauge: english
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We had been dating a few months, sure we were young but we had somehow ended up talking about sex. obviously he was gung-ho; he was a 16 year old boy! I never thought i would wait until marriage, i just wanted the time to be right, I wanted someone who loved me, respected me, someone i trusted who would treat me right.
We had arranged it all the night before because his entire family would be gone all day. I met him at his house – he had condoms and emergency contraceptive pills just in case. I was nervous and he was too, but before we did anything he played me a song on the piano. it calmed me down and soon i was kissing him and leading him to his bedroom. we fell onto the bed and we kissed. I took off my shirt and I went to undo his buttons but my hands were shaking. He took of his shirt and then my bra. I was sitting on top of him on his bed, both topless and kissing. he stood to check one last time that the door was locked, it was. he came back and stood at the foot of the bed while i knelt in front of him. i undid his pants and he stepped out of them. He sat on the bed and took his boxers off. There was a penis – i hadn’t ever seen the whole thing. I took the head in my mouth and pleasured him until he came. He spared me no compliments – plenty of i love yous. he told me how beautiful i looked. He cleaned himself up and put on the condom while i stood up and took off my shorts. he ran his hands up the sides of my thighs and caught my blue lace panties, sliding them off of me. He moved into position – his pelvis against mine. I was so excited. He was a virgin too so i showed him where to put it, i said “push”.
He slid into me and i could feel myself being filled with him. He thrust into me over and over, we began to sweat and his bed creaked in rhythm with our pounding. every inch of his body rubbed against mine as he began to move faster, each thrust evoking a small moan from him. He came and for a moment we just lay there breathing. he pulled out and we basked in the afterglow. When we spoke again, he called it making love, and i knew then i had made the right choice.
We broke up but i don’t regret the experience. I never came but the feeling of connecting with him on a level so profound was unforgettable. and to be honest, the naughty thoughts i enjoyed knowing he was fucking me were icing on the cake of a pretty damn good first time.
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