I’m writing a piece abt ppl’s first “good” sexual experiences in an effort to shift the conversation from talks of “virginity” and toward good, healthy, otherwise enjoyable sexual experiences.
What do u remember abt the first time u had “good” “sex” ???
These interpretations can be loose. Sex is not just penetrative. Good is different for everyone.
I’m interested in your stories.
Should you be interested in being an anonymous subject, especially nonbinary/queer POC, pm me and we can get in touch for interview.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7404zp/looking_for_your_sex_stories_group
My off and on boyfriend in high school, Chad. We used to dry hump in my car for hours, I gave him his first blow job, he gave me my first assisted orgasm. He left for the Army before I was ready to give up my virginity, but I’d done it by the time he returned 2 years later. He worked at a restaurant that conveniently had a mattress in the storeroom, and he often closed out the night shift. We had always stayed on good terms – heck, our first kiss was in 7th grade – so when he called to say he was back and wanted to see me, of course I wanted to see him too.
After a few weeks of hanging out after closing time and getting reacquainted and having more than a few long, hot kisses goodbye at my car, this night started after he’d turned out the lights, but before we left the restaurant. I was backed against the door while he hungrily kissed me. I’m short, 5’3, he was tall, 6’2, I’m chubby and curvy, he was all lean, but somehow, we always fit together. It was summer of 1987, so I was in cutoff shorts and a B52s T-shirt, he was wearing jeans and an Aerosmith T-shirt. He had big, soft lips and slightly hooded, dark blue eyes that looked almost black when he was turned on, and they were nearly black this night. He ran his hands up under my shirt, laughed while he struggled to unhook my bra, then ran his fingers over my hard, bare nipples.
I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh through his jeans, and He took my hand, and used it to stroke him through the denim. He closed his eyes and sighed while I lightly traced the shape of him. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and kissed me, very sweetly and tenderly, the way you kiss someone you first kissed when you were barely 13, but now it’s almost 7 years later and things have gotten more serious. He took my hand and led me to the storeroom – it was odd because one whole wall was mirrored glass looking into the now empty parking lot, so we could see out, but no one could see in. There was a fair amount of light too which, being rather unconfident at 19, was kind of stressing me out. He laid a big blanket on the mattress; actually, in hindsight, I think it was a tablecloth! He put his arms around me, buried his face in my neck, and hummed some nameless tune while we almost danced, more just swayed.
Eventually, he pulled back, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me like a man, not the boy I had known, his lips slowly moving across mine while his tongue softly explored my mouth. He pulled off his shirt, then mine and my bra, so we were skin to skin for the first time ever, and he had a tiny sprinkle of chest hair that tickled my nipples. His hands wandered all up and down my back, over my ass, in my hair, and all the time kissing. Finally, his hands moved to the button on my shorts. He stopped and looked at me, silently questioning if it was ok to continue. In answer, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid my hand inside.
Chad had thick, soft, curly hair on his head that pretty well mimicked what was between his legs. His cock was hot, silky, and throbbing hard. He groaned as I cautiously slid my hand up and down the length of him, getting reacquainted, and his belly twitched with every stroke. He pulled me onto the mattress, and I laid on my back, he on his side. He took his slow time running his hands over me, then he sat up near my knees, finished undoing my shorts, then pulled them and my panties off. It was a struggle and we laughed, and then he gently pulled my legs apart.
By this point in life, I’d had sex a few times and liked it well enough, but I hadn’t had an orgasm from it yet, and it had always been in the dark, under covers, that sort of thing. Having someone look at my naked body was a whole new experience, and it was greatly unsettling to have him looking *there*. He slowly ran his hands up my thighs, then just barely grazed my labia with his thumbs. He ran his fingers up the folds and just barely brushed my clit, but it was enough to send jolts through my body and I wanted him.
He laid down on me, settling his hips between my legs, his hard cock barely nudging my pussy, his full weight on me. He kissed me again, we both took a big breath, and he slowly slid inside me. He was big and thick, and he filled me up, I gasped and trembled, and he asked if I was ok. I could barely nod, and then he started to move and it was exquisite. At 19, we were all enthusiasm and no finesse, so when he reached under my butt to tilt my hips up a bit, I had no idea that change of angle would so change how it felt! I groaned as his cock hit just the right spots, over and over.
I’d had a few orgasms before this, usually from fingers, once from oral, but this was my first experience with a vaginal penetration orgasm. The chills started at the tips of my fingers and toes and came in huge, tingly waves of anticipation until they were no longer breaking but building on each other until finally, the flood of tingles washed over me in a feeling I had never experienced before. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, and he groaned at that, then thrust deep in me as he filled me with his hot cum (yes, a terrible idea, but we were young and foolish and fearless).
He collapsed on top of me, buried his face in my hair, wrapped his arms tight around me, and kissed my cheek. “I missed you,” he said.