The first time you had sex…details please...
Well, well,well...the first day of our erotic challenge begins and it's truly THE introduction into sex. My first time...
My first love was this fine ass light-brown specimen...dimples, hazel eyes, slim build. He was 16 and I was 13...I know, I know. I was always over his house, because I grew up with he and his sister. This particular day, no one was there except the two of us. I'd fallen asleep on the carpet in the middle of a movie...and yea, he began his journey along my young body.
His fingers, then mouth found my size A's...I roused to his eyes looking at me and his smirk that said, "Mmmm". We'd fiddled around with the bases before...for goodness sakes...I spent the night almost every weekend. His suckling on my barely there breast wasn't new.
What WAS new, was when his hand traveled between my legs. I had on jean shorts, but I remember feeling naked. I think I had on turqouise nylon panties (funny what we remember) and I remember him putting his hand inside my panties. I can't recall being moist...mostly nervous. I said to him, "No..." but his 16yr old, deep-voiced pleas to (get ready) ...put the head in...made me want to give him what he wanted. After he'd removed my shorts, he kissed me, my breasts and then began working himself in between my thighs. It was like putting a square peg into a round hole. I winced and wormed backwards away from him and he told me to relax. There was NO way I could. That shit hurt. NOW...I recall that I wasn't properly aroused, let alone wet. He held onto my thighs anyway and pushed gently in a few times. I just ended up looking at him and holding onto my pain.
It didn't take long of course. LOL
He clearly worked himself up to ejaculation and then got up. He told me to lie still. He got a bath cloth and wiped me off. He even replaced my panties and shorts. I got up...sore...and went home (across the hall). He didn't really want me to go, but I didn't know what to say to him or how to feel.
We tried a couple of more times that summer. My mother found out and I didn't have sex for 5 more years. On my 18th birthday, when he asked me what I wanted for my birthday...I told him..."you". The night before, I played with myself for the first time ever in preparation for his sex. The day we had sex for the first time in 5 years...you know what I realized? Five years before...he barely had half of his dick in me. Woooo weee.
I rode that shit for three more years...until we went our separate ways.
That's the story!