Where it happened: her bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Sometimes life throws us a bummer. So it was with Sandy when I met her and fell hard over heels in lust over her. She was just seventeen, brunette, brown eyes and beautiful, while I was over eighteen, big awkward and dumb. From my very first meeting with her, I could think of little else. Then, it was during football season and I had little time for socializing so my chances seemed to be very small or none as there were a lot of guys eyeing her.
With football season over, I sought a job to cover my Christmas expenses and again I expected little time for social life. It was as I reported for work in the department store gift wrapping section that I got the surprise of my life as I was assigned to work next to her, wrapping gifts.
It was there that Sandy and I hit it off as we chatted while we worked and tried to support each other, as best we could, in the gift wrapping section. It was when I suggested that we go Christmas caroling with a group after work that night, that she brightened and gave me a big smile as she accepted.
The caroling had been fun and Sandy and I grew close; then, as I drove her home, she asked if I’d like to come in for cup of coffee or something. When I objected, saying that her parents might not approve, she replied, “My mother’s probably passed out drunk in bed and my father’s working nights so you needn’t worry.” Suddenly her tone had changed and her request was more of a plea. . .
I went in to her house with her but never got coffee as Sandy led me straight through the disheveled house to her bedroom where I suspected hat was about to happen. We kissed and played and caressed and fondled there on her bed until very, very late and I left to meet my curfew at home.
The stage had been set though and immediately after work, Sandy invited me home for dinner. Again I accepted and, after a quick banana and yogurt cup, were back on Sandy’s bed together. There seemed to be some common agreement and unseen force direction out actions as we undressed and came together. Lacking experience, I moved quickly and tried to force myself into her but, meeting resistance, I backed off, frustrated and only after Sandy explained that she needed to be prepared and that her hymen was still in place.
A minute later, and with her full cooperation, I had performed her deflowering and felt my self no longer a virgin. The act itself was rather awkward and rather lacking in the joys of good sex. Of course, that improved with experience and in the succeeding sixteen years we’ve pretty well perfected the act. .
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