Where it happened: My room
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was well into my freshman year of school when my brother was a senior. We lived in a suburb of Los Angeles, and my mother would always work in the city on weekend evenings. Needless to say, my older brother would constantly have house parties while my mother worked away. One Saturday night, he hosted a rather large party. Larger than any of the parties he regularly threw. There were around 60 people crowding our rather small house, with loud music, bright lights, the whole deal. Strangely, I was very introverted and coy at this age, so I regularly just stayed in my room while the scent of pot reeked through the door cracks. That night, I closed and locked my door while the party boomed, trying to read a good book. I was irritated by the noise, the scent, the whole party scene. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. I reckoned it was one of the guests, asking if they could use my room as another party space. I decided to tell them to go away. I walked to my door and opened it, already in the middle of my “no, this is my room” sentence, when the door swung open with the force of a strangers hand. It was my brother’s friend Xan. I had known him for quite awhile. In fact, I had known him since he was in Jr. High-school and I was finishing elementary school. I recall being surprised, being as Xan was not the type to go to big parties. He was, too, introverted, shy, and not too sociable. I was short for my age, probably around 5″3, whereas Xan towered over me at 6″2. I had always been a little bit petite. Short, small breasted, skinny. He wasn’t the most attractive boy I had ever seen, but he has always been on my side whenever we were young and my brother wouldn’t allow me to play with them. I had good history with him. Although I hadn’t seen or talked to Xan in well over a few months, maybe even a year, I felt like I knew him well enough to allow him in to talk. I invited him in, and he closed the door behind him. I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. He walked toward me as I sat down at my desk chair. I asked him what was wrong. He was wobbling slightly as he sat down in the chair parallel to mine. “Nicole,” he said, stammering, “I really just want to tell you that I’ve always thought you were very pretty.” Naturally, I was flattered and a tad confused. “Thank you” I replied. He stood up and walked toward the door. I expected him to leave, when I noticed he was turning the lock. My heart pounded as he grasped my hand. I was confused, but went along with it. He leaded me to my bed, and sat me down. He sat next to me, very close and put his hand on my thigh. I dont remember what we were talking about because I was incredibly nervous, but I remember having a conversation with him, probably about my brother. He traced the inside of my thigh with his hand. Nobody had every touched me there. It felt lovely. I remember feeling a warm and wet sensation in my crotch. I loved this feeling and I just wanted him to touch me in other places. I grabbed his hand and leaned toward him. He looked into my eyes and said nothing before kissing me. He gently pushed me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me. His leg hit my floor lamp, causing it to crash onto the floor. The room became moonlit and beautiful. As our tongues collided, I remember feeling is lips pressed tightly against mine. My heart was slamming against my chest. His fingers began trailing up my stomach and he grabbed my boobs. I felt them melt in his hands, so soft and supple. He unhooked my bra and lifted up my shirt. I wanted to see how he felt, so I put my hand on the fly of his jeans. there was a large bulge there and I wanted to see it. By this time, I was practically dripping wet, the sensation tingling deeply in my pussy. From the wetness alone I felt like moaning and wanted to cum. He unzipped my pants and began rubbing my crotch slowly. My clit was spazzing uncontrollably and I wanted to cry from the pleasure. Before I knew it, we were both completely undressed and he was hovering above my body. I don’t remember seeing his dick, but I remember feeling the head lining my pussy lips, sopping wet. I panted hard as I told him I was a virgin. He asked me if I really wanted this, but even if I didn’t, he was wasted, and didn’t care. I didn’t respond, but I did ask him if he would still love me in the morning. I don’t know what he said, but at that point, he had already begun entering me. Before he continued, he added, “Nicole, I’ve always wanted to fuck you. This is really hot” I giggled a bit with anxiety. Xan was certainly not a virgin. he seemed to know what he was doing,even though he was irreconcilably drunk. I felt a sharp pain, accompanied by a slippery wet sensation. He pumped his dick in and out of me, me softly letting out crys of pain and pleasure. After around five minuted the pain stopped and the feeling of his throbbing cock felt SO GOOD inside me. I couldn’t control myself. There were people in the house, but I needed to scream. I suddnly let out, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YES!” As I was on the brink of an orgasm. (I was already on the pill for reasons relating to my period, and growth, so pregnancy was not a problem at this point). He played with my nipples and squeezed my little breasts with almsot painful power. I could feel my juices spurting out, and it felt incredable. H started to breathe even harder as I felt his muscles tighten. “Nicole, I’m gonna-” He let out a groan as I felt his hot cum spew inside of me. The feeling of the thick warm liquid made me burst. I fewlt the contractions and I came harder than I ever had from masturbating. As he slid his cock out of me, the sticky mixture of our liquids poured out of me. There wasn’t too much blood. Slimy cum was stuck all over his dick, so I slipped over to him and sucked it off. It was much saltier and worse tasting than I expected but I swallowed it in heat of the moment. Xan and I practically collapsed onto my bed, and I fell asleep in his arms. Since that day, I’ve never again had sex with him, but whenever I see him, I always give him a little reminding wink.
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