I woke in shock. It’s been a week, but I couldn’t believe I agreed to move to Vancouver with my parents. My parent’s wanted to leave the US and since my mom was born here they found their ticket out.
I’m Audrey. I’m 23 years old, training to be a high school teacher (Canada pays their teachers more! Woooo, quality middle class life here I come!) My parents are mostly progressive but since probably before I can remember they would not stop talking about how I should “Wait for marriage.” Goddamn, I didn’t get married at 18 years old, it’s a lot harder for me not to express myself.
Unfortunately, the indoctrination since childhood has held me back beyond clothing choices and low and behold I’m 23 years old and still without my first sexual experience. I didn’t know it when I woke up, but today was going to be my lucky day.
My parents left for this bullshit “new-age healer” up in Whistler, so I had the weekend to myself and I wanted to make the most of it. I got out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth, ate a quick breakfast and checked the weather. It’s 43 in Fahrenheit. So, 6 in Celsius for you locals. It’s much warmer than the midwestern winters I was used to, but still chilly enough to dress in layers. For my top I wore my trusty white bra and a white top. I thought I was going to be innocent today. I’ve been hitting the gym so this bra was getting loose, so my normally size C boobs felt free. *Perfect.* On top of that I wore my grey Patagonia quarter zip sweater. I like it because it matches my bodies curves too. I put my hair in a bun. I wanted to wear my black leggings. They’re a little tight, which means I have to wear a thong otherwise you’d be able to see the outline of my panties clinging to my ass. How embarrassing would that be. I checked myself out in the mirror for a couple more seconds and felt happy with my appearance. I left our apartment and I got on a train to downtown Vancouver. I didn’t see any open seats right away, so I just grabbed onto a handrail. I looked around the train and that was the first time I saw him.
He was wearing a light purple button-down shirt and khakis. He had his sleeves rolled up, so I guess he wasn’t as cold as I was. His forearm was flexing as he was holding the hand rail. I could see the definition in his muscle. He clearly goes to the gym. I saw an ID card sticking out of his right pocket. His first name was Henry. He looked to be 25, and he worked for a game development company. Huh, I guess they work weekends too. I didn’t know anyone in the area yet, so I thought I might as well introduce myself.
At the next stop I moved closer to him, holding on to the handrail next to his. Wow, he’s strong. I didn’t know what I liked more, the shoulders I could see through his button-down shirt, or his defined jaw line. I hoped to God he was checking me out too. He caught me staring at him so I did that quick look away and glanced back at him. We were both blushing. He took that as his invitation to move over to my rail.
I welcomed him with a hi five. *Fuck. Way to go Audrey.*
He laughed and said, “Hi, I’m Henry.” We’re closer and he’s just under 6 feet tall. His smell just felt so comfortable, like I knew him forever.
“Hi, I’m Audrey. I just moved here.” He welcomed me, and we had some small talk. I let go of the guard rail to adjust my hair. As I was doing that the train car halted. I lost my balance. I reached out for the guard rail but grabbed on to Henry’s left pocket. I was able to catch myself, but I heard a tear. Fuck. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said. My face was bright red. My hair that was once in a bun fell down shoulder length. I could see his boxers from the pant tear. Shit
He hugs me and says “Are you okay? Don’t worry about it. This is my stop. My apartment’s down the road.” He ushered me out and we sat down on a nearby bench. He sat down and he was gently caressing my thigh trying to comfort me.
His hand feels so soft on my leggings. I haven’t felt this loved in months. I whisper in his ear, “You have my permission to touch other places too.”
He whispers back, “where should I start?”
I guide his hand up and down my right thigh. And then up onto my breasts. Then back down my stomach stopping at my clitoris. I whisper, “You can rub it if you like.” I let go of his hand and glide my hands through the back of his silky, short blonde hair. I move closer. I can smell his peppermint breathe. Then, I tilted my head up and to the right and our lips met. His lips and tongue were so soft and warm. I imagined what they could do to my pussy. My pussy quivered and was getting moist at the thought. He pulled away from our kiss and started exploring my neck. I moaned and reached down to his pants, wanting more. I felt his cock through his pants. It was already hard. His penis shifted in his pants and throbbed. I knew he wanted more too. He held my hand and we walked to his apartment. This was going to be a good day.
{I know I stopped in the middle, I can write more if you like it. This is also my first time writing. I would love feedback. Thanks!}
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7vjm2f/losing_my_virginity_in_vancouver_23f_25m
Good story a day well written