Angelina (I called her Ang for short) was a normal girl from the Bible belt South where we both grew up and went to school together and began dating Freshman year of high school. She was a red head with green eyes, about 5’4″, 34A breasts, wide hips, and pretty skinny. I was a 5″8″ skinny band geek and runner. We took each others virginity about a year later and a year after that we broke up. By our senior year we were friends again but in a casual way. As graduation approached we found ourselves at the same party with some band friends and at one point wound up sitting next to each other. We chatted and had a few laughs as we drank the cheap wine someone had smuggled out of a local grocery store. There were no parents in the house, just a dozen or so band geeks – nothing to worry about.
After a while I guess the wine was getting to everyone (none of us were drinkers – where could we get it?) and someone suggested a game of hide and seek. So we did. Everyone took off to find a place to hide. I looked around briefly in the unfamiliar home and after a couple of false starts I found a closet and ducked in, only to find it was already occupied – by Ang. She laughed and asked if I was stalking her. I laughed and whispered (we were hiding, remember) that stalking would be the only way I could get any the rate my love life was going. She giggled and said her, too. Turns out neither of us had a serious bf/gf since our breakup.
“I haven’t had sex in forever,” Ang whispered. “Me neither,” I said, my cock stirring slightly, “Not since the last time we did it.” She said, “Yeah.” There was a silence as we listened for any approaching seeker, when out of the blue she whispered, “Masturbating just isn’t the same.” I almost choked.
It was out of character for her to mention the M-word, which she swore she never did when we were together. I said, “I thought you didn’t do that.” She shrugged, “People change, don’t they? Besides, how else am I supposed to get off now?” I said, “True.” She said, “I bet you jerk it all the time, don’t you?” I laughed and said, “Yeah, pretty much. How often do you play with yourself?” She said, “Mmmm… every two or three days. Not constantly like a dude.” I replied, “We don’t do it constantly. Just often.” She laughed.
Our arms were touching. My cock was half-hard. There was more silence. She whispered, “Come to think of it, it has been a few days since I had an orgasm.” My cock grew stiffer, “Oh, yeah?” She said, “Mmmhmmm. The must be why I’m so wet.” My cock grew to its full 6 inches.
I turned to her, pushing some clothes aside to make more space, and looked her in the eyes, those same eyes I saw the first time I felt the pleasure of a woman. “I could help you with that, you know.” I smiled. She reached her arms around me, pulled our bodies together, and we were kissing.
It was a bad idea and stupid, but we were young and lonely and horny and a little buzzed from cheap wine, so the hormones were winning. Our hands roamed each others bodies, mine squeezing her small but perky tits, hers grabbing my ass and squeezing my hard cock through my pants. Then were heard running and laughing and voices outsides and pulled ourselves apart and the door burst open and our friend found us. It was time for the next person to seek and the rest to hide again, so I told Ang I had an idea and to follow me.
As everyone ran to find their next hiding spot, I snuck out the back door and headed for my car, Ang close behind. I was driving my mom’s old station wagon hatchback, which I opened, let Ang climb in, then I got in behind her and pulled the hatch shut behind us. It had a cover for the back so we pulled that up into place and were hidden in almost pitch black and completely invisible from the outside. We immediately began making out again. It was cramped and we had to stay bent with me as the big spoon and her head turned back so we could kiss. I rubbed her tits for a while as she squeezed my cock and rubbed her ass against me, our panting the only sound. I reached down and fumbled with her jeans button until she helped undo it, unzipped, and pushed her jeans down past her ass, her panties with them. I did the same to mine so that we both had full access to each other. Her hand, tiny and cold, wrapped around my hot cock and I moaned and shivered at the memory of that feeling. I slid my hand down over her red pubes and felt her soaking wet labia and slid a finger into her vagina, causing her to moan. “God, it’s been forever since someone else’s finger was in there.” We laughed. I began rubbing and fingering the way I knew she liked and pressed my cock between her ass cheeks. Her moaning became more pronounced and in a few minutes her body spasmed and she gasped, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh God!” I kept rubbing and fingering through her orgasm until she stopped me.
We kissed hard and she said, “Fuck me.” I said, “I don’t have a condom.” She said, “I’m on the pill now, for my period. Just cum inside me. I never got to feel you cum inside me.” It was all the invitation my buzzed and horny 18 year old self needed. I grabbed my cock and rubbed the tip against her waiting, soaked pussy and slowly, awkwardly given our limited space, pushed into her familiar depths, moaning into her ear as I reached bottom. Sex was so much better without the condom in between, and it was really good already with it there.
We began moving together, the sound and smell of fucking filling the space. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I didn’t want to last, either. After a couple of minutes of thrusting I could feel the sensation building in my balls and I slammed into her harder and faster. “Yes,” she moaned, “Cum in me. Cum in me. Please, cum in me.”
That was all it took. I slammed into her one last time and exploded. Stars filled my head. The world ceased to exist. THIS was what life was all about. THIS was the reason for existence. To cum inside a warm vagina as it grips your cock. I grunted and pumped a giant load into her pussy. She moaned in turn, rubbing her clit, and came again herself, though I was hardly aware, lost in my own little world where my entire existence was my cock inside her.
We kissed and stayed joined for a few moments in the afterglow. I pulled out and began to fix my pants. Ang shreiked quietly, “Its all leaking out of me!” She hurried and pulled up her pants. I undid the hatch cover and peeked up to see that nobody was there so we hopped out of the car and tried to sneak back inside. One of her friends saw us coming in and asked, “What have you two been up to?” I’m sure we both turned red, but we played it off as “just catching up.” The friend seemed unconvinced, but we insisted. The rest of the night was a little weird and even more so at school the next Monday. We stayed friends, but drifted apart after graduation.
But you never forget your first.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4btcmg/story_1_my_first_time_bareback_with_an_exgf_in_hs
Super hot. Sucks that you couldn’t see her, and had to just spoon the whole time. But I guess….doesn’t matter, had sex.
So hot! The way she told you she wanted your cum is so seductive. And you describe all the sensations and thoughts of bareback sex so well. I definitely still remember my first time with each girl.