My [F]irst Experience, Part Three

I do seem to be committed to explaining how I went from late-blooming “never-been-kissed” to, well, been-kissed-and-then-some but still a virgin, and some people have enjoyed [part one]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/). So I suppose I should, to the extent that tales are ever complete, tell the end of this one.

I set out to write this as one story: some background and then a single particularly memorable event. That became cumbersomely long, however, and perhaps the background itself is interesting as an exploration, and so this has become two stories, the next to be posted later.

As I said last time, at first I was slightly-reluctantly dragged along into sexual experimentation with Gordon, but the incorporation of ejaculatory delights in to the scheme changed my attitude toward that. And so once I was giving Gordon handjobs on a regular basis, it would be pointlessly restrictive for him to keep his pants on but his penis exposed, so usually his pants came off. And so although there’d been a rule that my top could come off but not my jeans, well, that just left me overdressed, right? I doubt that was actually my logic, but somewhere along the line (I actually don’t remember how or when) I became willing to be naked with him.

Well! Once you’ve got two naked teenagers lying on a bed, both of them intent on him ejaculating, more than just manual solutions come to mind, don’t they! Oh, I know what you’re thinking, but remember that I was a virgin still when this relationship ended, and nothing penetrative happens in anything I am about to tell you. Really, nothing! Imagine any bits of his body that could be inserted, and any bits of my body that they could be inserted into: *none* of that will happen in this tale!

But you know, it turns out there are a *lot* of ways a boyfriend’s cock can rub against parts of a girlfriend’s body in a way satisfying enough to produce the emission of seed, as they say. Off the top of my head I can think of four! Ok, actually I can think of them based on my recollection, not off the top of my head; and “off the top of my head” was *not* one of them! Can you think of four? Go on, give it a try! I’ll wait!

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Well, the obvious one is between the breasts, isn’t it? I’ve mentioned I’m generally small, which describes my breasts as well. No-one is going to look at me and think “now *there’s* someone built for indulging my fantasy of climaxing between nipple-tipped mounds of inviting flesh.” It is *possible* to squeeze them together enough to provide a bit of a “channel” for obtaining suitable friction, but given other options practically any of them are likely to produce a more enjoyable result, and really only a pair of excited teenagers engaged in ejaculatory experimentation would bother: however, that’s what we were, and so we did! Gordon did not, after that first handjob, manage to shoot so far that he would hit the headboard (see part two!), but my chest would end up a bit of a sticky mess.

The second was what I thought I discovered later had a particular term attached to it, except I just looked that term up and discovered that it refers to something similar but not the same to our practice: intercrural sex. Sorry, that’s confusing: we did not have intercrural sex, but apparently that’s a thing people have (so I guess that makes five ways! *And* I have just remembered that foot fetishes are a thing, so that’s six, because that was not one of ours either). Let me try again. Intercrural sex (so I read) is when the male partner puts his penis between the thighs of his partner and thrusts there until achieving orgasm (an advantage of which, it seems, is that your partner can be male or female! I call that an advantage, though I suppose some people are particular about that sort of thing). Anyway, that is *not* what we did.

But what we did was similar. Picture me lying face down on the bed, naked (I have just had a tiny personal moment of disbelief that I wrote that). Gordon, with a little lubricant usually, would put his cock between my buttocks and, well…push! Not pushing *into* me, you understand, just up and down between my cheeks, and usually I would have my legs together and his would be on either side of me, which did, of course, make quite a nice comfy passage for him. This wasn’t foreplay for anything else, but rather was a way for him to finish. *This* way I would mostly end up quite gooey between my cheeks, but sometimes also with a sticky back!

That sounds like an odd thing to do, I now realise, but other people do it! When I tried to google the name and couldn’t find one, I did at least get confirmation that other people do this. And you know, it was fun! Well, perhaps “fun” is not *precisely* the word to capture the exciting sensation that, as an eighteen year old, I felt having someone behind me, urgently thrusting against me, but it will have to do. It wasn’t *physically* especially pleasurable for me, but I absolutely enjoyed how much he enjoyed it: and being perfectly honest, I am a little bit breathless right now thinking back to it, so perhaps it is not just eighteen year old me who feels that way!

I’m sure some of you are thinking “why not just have anal sex?”, and there are two answers to that. First, perhaps that was on Gordon’s long term agenda, though he did seem pretty contented with – whatever this sex act is called. Second – seriously!!??!! I was a girl who until months before this had never had a hand inside her bra: do you really think it’s likely I’d be having a penis inside my rectum??!!

All right, number three. This one is easier to describe. I’m not sure that there’s an official definition of “dry-humping”, but I’m guessing that the International Dry-humping Association won’t come after me if I get it wrong. I figure it is when two people are fully dressed and simulate sexual intercourse, rubbing genitals against one another but without anybody reaching orgasm.

Ok, so start with that, take away the clothes, and then add ejaculation – got it? We’d be naked, I’d be on my back, legs apart, and Gordon would climb between as though we were dry-humping, rubbing his cock up and down between my legs, poking out towards my tummy with every stroke.

You might think, from the particular place that Gordon would be rubbing against me, that this would be quite pleasurable for me. You would be *absolutely* correct!! If I remember correctly, though, this never resulted in me having an orgasm but, as I’ve said, that really wasn’t why we were doing these things. I suppose, looking back, that that ought to have been one of our considerations, but I was very content at the time when it resulted in Gordon finishing, which of course in this position resulted in my tummy and pubic area getting rather drippy.

Ok, now for the fourth and final one. This one might not have a name either. In fact, as I come to describe it, even *I* think it is strange. I’m going to call it a “lipjob”, but if urban dictionary is to be trusted, no-one else does!

Gordon would lie down on his back, I would kneel beside him, perpendicular to him, and (writing this is the most embarrassing part yet of any of these stories) make what, I guess, amounts to those duckface lips? Then, I would put my lips on his shaft, and rub up and down it! That was *so* odd, I am now forced to think! Surely this must have been a *really* inefficient way to stroke him? But apparently not, because this was a thing we did quite a lot, and it always worked in making him orgasm, in this case all over himself. In fact I remember we did it in the school newspaper office once: that was just a classroom we were allowed to use after school, so that was probably a really foolish choice!

Reassure me! Is there anyone else out there who has done that? Or had that done to them? Out of all the things I’ve described, *that’s* the one I feel no temptation to try for old times’ sake!

Let me conclude with three levels of self-knowledge arising from these experiences.

I expect most of us, when we choose to begin to be sexually active, have that internal moment of secret pride, that “I am now part of that club, I share that hidden knowledge” moment. I remember getting a bit of delight thinking how none of my teachers would suspect any of this. They saw me as studious, and respectful, and involved, and so on: as one of the “nice kids”, basically. A lot of them would have known me (and Gordon) for a couple of years, and probably thought it cute when they saw us holding hands in the hallways. They did not, I was sure, suspect that after school we were engaged in an independent study project aimed at determining how much of *my* body could be spattered with *his* cum! *Not* the sort of thing you could do for a science fair.

Which is why I try to make no assumptions about – and indeed, do wonder about – my own students now, though of course they are slightly older than I was then. From the front of the room you sometimes notice who begins to sit together over the course of the term, and when they start arriving and leaving together, and I’m aware that that fresh-faced and innocent-looking young thing and that unprepossessing young man sitting next to her might be arriving from her dorm room where she has just finished orally satisfying him, and he her.

Which in turn leads to the third level of self-knowledge. As an eighteen-year-old I assumed my teachers gave no thought to the possibility that I might be engaged in sexual activity: as a professor I doubt that that fresh-faced young thing knows that I speculate about when she engages in oral sex. And so perhaps I was quite wrong about my own teachers: perhaps they saw us holding hands, remembered their own childhoods, and immediately knew what that *really* signified. Indeed, perhaps my Math teacher was a cross-dresser, or my History teacher was deeply involved in the bdsm community, or my English teacher regularly took part in threesomes: I know no more about what was in their lives or minds than my students know about me.

We never know what lies below the surface.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66x4jb/my_first_experience_part_three