Where it happened: In a cabin in the woods.
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
Ed was my best friend’s boyfriend, and a year older than us, and a year ahead in school. Sarah was good and sweet, and I know Ed loved her. Sarah and I have the same first name, which I always thought was interesting, all things considered.
When I was 17, Sarah invited me to sleep over at her house. Never being very popular, I was so happy to stay over at my friend’s house, and said yes. Her parents were upstairs and we were in the basement. We were going to sleep in a pull-out sofa bed. I’ve never been interested in women sexually, and so I never really noticed Sarah or any other girl in a sexual way, but I know Ed loved Sarah’s beautiful, huge breasts. By contrast, I was very small, flat really, size 32A. Sarah was big enough for both of us. Sarah loved Ed so much, and that love and her sweet, gentle personality filled her with beauty.
The night of the sleep-over, Ed somehow managed to join us, and lay in between us on the bed. There was no way I could have sneaked a boy in the house at home. I was shocked, tingling, aware–and totally virgin. I had made up some bull story about not being a virgin, which I told all my friends, to try to somehow cover up for my loneliness. Now here I was in bed with TWO people and we apparently weren’t going to sleep!
I was totally unprepared for the feeling of a warm hand slipping into my nightgown, and caressing my breast. Even more unprepared for Sarah’s voice asking, “Is Ed doing to you what he’s doing to me?” When Ed lead my hand down his body, my mind absolutely could not reconcile the size of what I was touching with any body part I had ever seen. He was huge, and hard, and hot, and yet silky-soft all at the same time.
After an eternity of confusion, Ed and Sarah got up and went into Sarah’s brother’s room. After a time, Ed left, and I was aching and wet that whole night. For days afterward, actually.
I had been masturbating since age eleven, and have always been able to bring myself easily to orgasm. Now, when I was masturbating, I had something real to think about. More real than the romance novels I devoured by the dozen, the memory of Ed’s hard, hot cock was the focus of my fantasies.
One morning at schook, I found Sarah crying. I brought her to the auditorium, which was always cool and dark and somehow comforting. She told me the whole story. She was a virgin and couldn’t give Ed what he needed: sex. This was a terrible problem for her, citing religious reasons. (Never mind the fact that I am the same religion…I guess that didn’t occur to her.) Although Ed loved Sarah, she was afraid to lose him if he couldn’t have sex. She asked me to have sex with him so that she wouldn’t lose him. I was shocked. Embarrassed. Extremely turned on. I told her I could not, would not do such a thing. She was my friend, how could I? But the seed was planted.
Then, too, there was the big lie I had told. If Ed put that huge cock into me, he’d split me in half. No matter how small the cock of the (mythical) boy who took my virginity could have been, if he was human, I’d have lost my hymen. Anyone who had sex with me would know I was still a virgin. And a pathetic liar, to boot.
Ed and Sarah and I spent the mornings before the school bell rang together in the cafeteria. Every day, I could feel Ed’s eyes on me, and I wanted to feel what I was fantasizing about–what all those romance novels wrote of–that hot cock filling me.
One day I came up with a plan to solve my virginity problem. At least if I did get that cock in me, I didn’t want the whole school to know I had lied, and that nobody had ever wanted me before. I ran a full tub of hot water. I locked the bathroom door, and I worked the handle of the back-brush into my virgin pussy. It hurt. There was some blood. The thing was about a half inch around, but there was absolutely no way something bigger was going to fit in me. I gave up, and hoped that would be sufficient.
One hot spring day, after school, Ed asked me if I wanted a ride on his motor cycle. I was thrilled and yet nervous. I had never been on a motorcycle. This was something new and a little dangerous. And I was attracted to Ed. There was that sex thing Sarah wanted. But Ed was Sarah’s boyfriend. In the end, Sarah encouraged me to go with him, as she had choir practice. She said I’d love it.
I was wearing a tube top and tight jeans. Ed helped me put on the helmet, and then he helped me get on the bike behind him. Of course, I had to hold my arms around him. It was forbidden and yet so wonderful. This was my friend’s boyfriend! His abdomen was hard and warm. The motorcycle throbbed between my legs, and I was pressed so tightly against Ed’s firm butt. I had to give in and let him lead our movement, especially when we had to turn on the road.
He took me on a ride around the lake. The water was beautiful, and we were going so fast! I loved the feel of the wind on my face, his back under my cheek, his abdomen beneath my hands, his butt against my thighs! I had never been so wet in my whole, young life.
We stopped at a cabin in the state park. His friend was a park ranger, and let Ed have use of the cabin for the afternoon. Ed took me upstairs. I was nervous and yet…and yet…
We were in a stark bedroom. There were two twin beds and two dressers on the bare floor. There were no curtains at the windows. There was a television across the room. Ed turned on the radio. There weren’t even sheets on the bed!
Soon Ed had me on the bed and he was kissing me, peeling down my tube top. He was licking and kissing my breasts. He told me how beautiful I was, and how much he loved my small breasts and big, hard nipples. I was moaning and thrashing beneath him. After awhile, he said he had to go to the bathroom, and he left. He was taking a long time. I heard the water running. I got nervous again. I pulled my tube top back up and tried to arrange my arms and legs in a sexy position in case he came back. Was it time to go home? Maybe I wasn’t good at sex. Was I going to be this hot forever, and never KNOW…I wasn’t sure what I didn’t know, but I was waiting for something. This couldn’t be all!
Ed came back to me and began kissing me again. He smiled and pulled off my clothes, kissing my breasts, my belly, and lower. I had read about this! When his tongue touched my pussy lips, I shot off the bed like a rocket, pressing up hard into his mouth. God, he had the most wonderful mouth. He licked all over my slit. Up and down. Around and around my clit. I came, and then came again. He kissed his way up me, and then he knelt between my thighs. I looked up at Ed. At his enormous cock. There was no getting around it, this boy was huge. That was not going to fit in me. I told him so. He laughed. Then he proved me wrong. Two hours later he brought me home on the motorcycle.
At least I had an excuse for not being able to walk right when I got home! We met many times over the next few months to satisfy our need for sex and companionship.
Epilogue: We all grew up, and went our separate ways, but I’ll never forget you, Ed. Except for my husband, I’ve never been with a lover who even came close to you. Though there were not many lovers, there were a few. Ed, you remind me very much of my husband, a wonderful man who loves me and cherishes me. Thank you for the summer.
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