Where it happened: Texas
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
We were seniors in HS when I asked Sarah to be my date to the homecoming dance. We were both smart kids in honors classes -not nerds but not the cool kids either. I was a guitar player in a band and wasn’t afraid of what others might think of me, but she was more socially reserved than I was. While I wasn’t rich, my family had better resources than hers, so I had I pick-up truck to get us from place to place and take her on dates. The truck also let me now lawns during HS, so I got paid pretty well and didn’t take up too much time ($300/wk without taxes, for about 8 hours of work was pretty good in 1999!)
Because I had decent money, plenty of time, and a manageable set of wheels, we had the freedom to be the happy-go-lucky teenagers that we were. She was shy about dancing – but I was the one insisting on cutting a rug. I had a connection that could get us weed, so she got high for the first time with me. My parents kept enough booze in the house for a battalion of Irishmen, so I got her drunk for the first time as well. I introduced her to some people that partied well into the night, so she broke her curfew a lot. We were best friends and the epitome of young, wild & free. So very, very free.
Sarah’s brother was going into ministry, so all these new, yet naughty, life experiences like drinking & smoking & breaking curfew made her label me as ‘her bad influence.’ So bad, it excited her. Sarah never got to be the bad girl, and I encouraged it. This new side of her excited her as well.
Being the horny 17 year old that I was, my intentions with her were crystal clear. But the morals of her increasingly papal brother, wore heavily on her conscience. It took a while, but we got to 2nd base. It took a longer while but eventually got to 3rd.
We were both virgins on the eve of the new millennium, Dec 31, 1999, and my parents had a blow-out party planned. Booze, great food, fireworks… Our usually casual neighbors even dressed up in coat-and-ties and cocktail dresses. Since everyone would be drinking, my parents and hers agreed that Sarah was allowed to stay over at our house that night. SCHWING!
Auld Lang Syne had been sung, the fireworks had been popped, and whatever that was left of the champagne had gone flat. My parents had passed out drunk upstairs long ago – nothing would wake them up for several hours so the house was essentially ours.
We’re finishing our champagnes and she gives me a look. I swear, women practice that look. Or maybe it comes naturally. Hopefully everyone will one day experience that look women give that is 1/2 naughty, 1/2 sweet, but 100% sultry. She had decided that night that it was time. I was the lucky person she wanted to her gift to.
We head to my bedroom, which is downstairs, as opposed to my parents bedroom upstairs. I put the lights down low, barely enough to see, but dark enough to keep some mystiere. She puts on the song “Like the Rain” by Clint Black (even if you don’t like country, give it a listen, it’s great!).
I’m sitting on my bed, and while she’s standing in front of me, she takes off my shirt. I unzip her cocktail dress; it falls to the floor revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra all night. Her 34Bs are right in my face when she bends down to undo my slacks, and when she backs away to pull them off, the moonlight coming thru the window glistens on her black satin thong. I only notice her thong, because it soon hits my bedroom floor.
Finally, we’re both naked. Our 17-year old bodies were never more perfect than they were in that moment. Her pubic hair was short and bikini-trimmed, but not shaved. I run my fingers through her pubic hair, on my way to touching her clitoris & labia. Wet, warm & ready. She slides across me onto the other side of the bed, making sure her puffy nipples graze my mouth. I got hard when earlier she gave me her “look,” but when her nipples teased me lips, I’ve never been harder. She wants me on top, and tells me to be tender and take it slow. I oblige.
When I penetrated her for the very first time, she moaned in willing agony. For the rest of my life, thinking of that moan will always get me hard. I pump slowly, while we kiss passionately. I can tell she’s in some discomfort with it being her first time, but she’s still enjoying every second and every thrust. Clint Black is still playing in the background when I come. The throbbing of my member coming inside her pushes her over the edge and we come together. We embrace each other naked for a good while after that, dozing off to the sounds of fireworks in the distance. Life couldn’t be more perfect than in that moment. Best friends had become lovers.
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