Yellow Bikini Girl
I remember when I first lost my virginity. I was a 17 year old fresh on Summer break after my junior year of high school. My high school life wasn’t very good. I used to be bullied by these jock guys in middle school and in high school, I outgrew them and within my first 2 years, I got into fist fights with everyone of them and even had restraining orders placed on me.
My parents’ relationship with me was strained speaking of it at best. My household for years was exclusively Christian that my older siblings replicated but I didn’t. I announced to them I was an atheist at Christmas time of my junior year that led to a big fight where my father told me that he believes God will damn me.
Dating was what stressed me out the most. I had asked out so many different girls and I got all no’s. By the Summer time the story takes place, I had never kissed a woman, never had been romantically involved, and being a virgin was weighing heavy on my personality. I had been accused by girls of being too soft when all they do is complain about things happening on social media that has no sense of weight in reality. I was at a point where I had no confidence in anything all while my relentless sex drive wished me to do things that I know nobody wants with me.
Over the years, I sort of had an on and off friend named Scarlett. She was born in a foreign country. I believe it was Austria. She had moved to the states in middle school and while we became good friends, I wanted more when she didn’t and it led to the both of us having a fall out where only every now and then, we texted each other.
In my junior year, she got involved with a lot of trashy people and got a boyfriend which enraged me because I was better than he was and she had told me she didn’t want anything special to come between the both of us. Rumors spread through the school like wildfire about her being caught up in some leaked nude deal and maybe getting involved in drugs. None of them I believed but it did make me distrust her to an extent.
To sum it up, my junior year was spent getting in grudge matches with my parents, stressing out at school, and my only source of fun because I really didn’t have any friends was a 1998 Mustang I bought that I modified heavily and I would race it on Friday night open drags at the local race track. Even though it was slow at a 13.7 quarter mile, it still was fun.
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On the Saturday after school let out, I got a text from Scarlett just after lunch.
“Hey, bro!” The text read. “I miss you, dude. You want to come swim at my place?”
Her parents house had a nice swimming pool in the backyard in a spread out neighborhood.
“What about your bf?” I ask.
“I broke up with him. The loser is a piece of trash. Everyone told me he was but I didn’t want to listen. Seriously, you coming or not?” She responded.
“I don’t know. I’m a lazy ass.” I said. “What about your friends?”“They all went off on vacation quick. Come on. The water feels fine and it’s beautiful outside.” She insists.
“Fine.” I text her back.
“Yay!” She said over the phone.
I put on my swim trunks and my sunglasses. I gather up a towel with my phone and the keys to my Mustang. I tell my parents where I’m going, go start my car, and drive off toward her place.
She lives across town but being a small town kind of life, it took me only 15 minutes to make it over. I pull into her driveway to find her parents’ cars aren’t there. I grab my phone to find a text Scarlett sent me.
“Come around back. I’m in the pool.” She instructs.
I obey and walk around to the back gate and swing it open to hear the waterfall running. I make my way out into the open to find Scarlett in the pool.
She sees me, smiles, and begins to get out. “Hey!” She chants.
“What’s up?” I ask.
She hugs me despite her being wet and she throws her brunette hair back. “Just chilling out.”
I set my stuff down on a chair on the poolside and strip my shirt off.
“Damn, you lost weight.” She compliments.
“I got onto a workout program. I hate it with a passion but it works.” I explain.
I then look at Scarlett to see her wearing a skinny, yellow bikini not leaving her skin much left to the imagination. I look her up to down and look back at her face.
“Come on.” She pulls my hand.
I follow her into the nicely cool pool and dip myself in and get my hair wet. She perches up on a rock and I sit on the steps cooling in the water.
“So, what’s up with you?” She asks.
“Oh, nothing much. Just the usual.” I shake my head flying water out.
“You got a car?” She asks.
“Yeah. I got a Mustang last Summer.” I answer.
“A Mustang?” She questions excited.
“It’s nothing special. It’s a 98’ and god awful slow.” I turn her down.
“I heard it pulling up. It’s freaking loud.” She says.
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment.” I claim.
She shakes her head and smiles.
“I never see you in school. Where ya been?” She asks.“Probably scheduling. I got my class schedule changed around because I shared a class with Brandon.” I explain.
“You mean the guy you gave a concussion and got a restraining order because you slammed his head on a brick wall?” She asks.
“Yeah.” I admit.
“I’m not going to lie. That was satisfying to watch.” She giggles.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I got my 30 seconds of fame when someone posted a video of the fight on Snapchat.”
“So, anything you’ve been up to?” She continues.
“Besides this dick, nothing.” I crack a dirty joke.
She laughs and splashes my face with her hand.
For about 2 hours, we have fun in the pool playing stupid games and such. By about 4, we get out and sit down on the pool chairs drying out and basking in front of the afternoon sunlight.
“So you broke up with the bf, huh?” I ask.
“Yeah. He was done.” She sips on a strawberry lemonade adjusting her Ray Ban sunglasses.
“When you going to get a good man involved?” I question.
She turns to face me. “I don’t know but sometime. How’s your dating been?”I look back into my feelings. “Still had no one.”
“Damn. Sorry.” She says.
“Not your fault.” Somewhat of a lie just trying to be nice.
“No first kiss. No nothing.” I add.
I then feel my cock rising out of my trunks but I try to ignore it. Too late.
Scarlett sighs. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“What kind of personal?” I ask.
She takes a moment. “Sexual.”
This will pique my interest. “Yeah, why?”
“Are you a virgin?” She questions.
“Yeah. I am.” I explain. “I won’t lie. It sucks so bad.”“Why?” She asks.
“Because I fear that I won’t last long and any girl I get involved with will hate me for it. There’s a stigma around it.” I claim.
She looks down and I can tell she sees I’m hard.
“I just want to get rid of it so bad but I want to lose it in a different way than the norm.” I claim.
“What sort of way?” She asks.
“I hear of people losing their virginity in a drunken fuck with a semiconscious partner or just having a random spark of the moment with no sense of what to do. I want it where the girl kind of leads me through it and guides me. You know?” I explain.
She nods.
I feel my throat needing refreshment so I get up. “‘Be right back. Going to get a drink.”I walk inside and go to the fridge where I begin pouring a glass of lemonade when Scarlett walks in and shuts the door.
I take a sip and then notice her with a serious look on her face.
“What’s on your mind?” I question sipping on my beverage.
“Look, Scott. I’m not trying to perv on you or creep but if you were ever open to it, I would be honored to share your virginity just how you want it.” She walks over to me and I search her eyes deeply.
“I would love to.” I murmur.
She smiles and she puts her arm around my shoulder and holds my neck. Our bodies press against each other radiating the heat. She moves her head slowly toward mine then gently kisses me on my lips with her’s. It’s so smooth and it calms my nerves down. She kisses me a few more times then breaks away. “I know what to do.” She tells me.
She begins shutting blinds and pulling curtains to where it’s somewhat darkened with some sunlight escaping. She then moves over to the couch in the living room and pulls the pillows and cushions out. She then begins to get the pullout bed out of it and then runs off to the master bedroom and brings back a few sheets and pillows. Her putting everything together excites me. I then notice her run upstairs and she brings down a cartridge of pills.
“Morning after?” I ask.
“Yeah.” She confirms and sets them on the table on the side of the couch.
She then walks over to me. “Take my hand.”I do and we walk together slowly over to the bed. She then pushes on my chest and I lay down on the bed.
“You alright?” She asks.
I smile. “Yeah.”
She grins and kisses me more and then moves down to my neck. How nice that feels with her slick lips. She moves over my collar bone and to my chest.
“Here.” She takes my hand and wraps it around her back placing my fingers on the string holding her bikini. “On regular bras, it’s a push pull with the clamp but for this, just pull the string.”
“Just pull?” I ask.
She nods.
I do and it undoes it.
“Take it off.” She whispers with her words shivering down my spine.
I do slowly and it reveals her nice, breasts with pink, erect nipples.
“Oh my god.” I barely whisper.
“You like them?” She asks.
I feel my cock protruding out of my swim trunks. “Yes.”
I hoist myself up and begin to lick, kiss, and suck on them.
“That feels nice.” She irks.
“Hmm.” I vocalize.
She then pushes me back down and moves to my trunks. I get rock hard as she slowly takes them off. My cock sticks right in front of her face as she pulls them away.
“Mmm.” She takes it in her warm hand. “Wide and veiny.”
“Is it girth that matters?” I question.
“A little.” She claims.
I cackle.
She then puts it in her mouth and I feel nothing but my cock. The warm feeling inside her mouth and the wet presence of her tongue on it.
“Be careful. I may cum too easy.” I claim.
She drops it out of her mouth. “Yeah?”
She then straddles over me and begins to slide her yellow panties off. Ever so slowly, my eyes are greeted to a shaved pussy with big lips.
“My god.” I say.
She smiles and then takes the head of my cock and slides it over her lips. I’m intensely hard and focused on her as I watch her move it over her clit back and forth. “You want it?” She asks.
“Yeah.” I explain.
She then takes it and rubs it over the opening and I can feel her wetness.
“I’m gonna sit on it.” She announces and she slides it into her wet, hot pussy.
I moan for a moment as she lays on top of me and kisses me.
“How does that feel?” She asks in her deep, feminine voice.
“Really good.” I claim.
She kisses me one more time and sits up on it and begins to grind hard on it.
I can’t take it. Her wet, hot hole moving over it gliding along the walls and pushing it deep inside her. It feels so perfect. So great. I don’t know how long I lasted but it didn’t take much. She then begins to moan as she grinds me. The face of orgasm clearly there. Her pussy clenches along my cock rhythmically. My muscles tighten up and I let out a moan as I dump my load into her in all of its orgasmic beauty. We both give eachother that look and Scarlett falls down on me as we sit in the afterglow of it all. I feel our heat radiating off of eachother, her breasts pressed onto my chest and despite me going limp, we hold intercourse for a few moments with my cock inside her rosebud.
“Did I do okay?” I whisper in her ear and kiss her ear.
“You did fine. I was able to cum, too.” She claims.
“That was so awesome.” I respond.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.” She murmurs.
“Fuck buddies?” I ask.
“Sure.” She agrees.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/8e3zhg/yellow_bikini_girl_17m17f_losing_virginity