My First Time [FM]

The day after [my encounter with Joe](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bfwc6/a_few_of_my_firsts_fm/) was among the most nerve wracking days of school I’d ever had. Not finals, not pop quizzes, just a simple day of practicing to march in for graduation. Simple, right? The problem was, even though Joe was there, he wouldn’t look at me. When I met up with my usual group of friends that morning, he just mumbled a hello and focused on his breakfast. When the bell rang, he was the first to shoot off to wherever he had to be. When all the graduating seniors met up for marching practice, he just took his place in line and kept quiet, instead of joining the rest of us off to the side, joking about how stupid it was to build two days into the schedule to learn how to walk properly. I really, truly thought I had messed up our friendship forever. To my eighteen year old mind, it was the end of the world.

So, I resolved to make it right, or at least try my hardest. When seniors were let go early for good behavior, I tried to catch Joe on the way out. Unfortunately, it was easy to lose someone in a crowd of a few hundred high schoolers all rushing for the exit at the same time, and he certainly wasn’t waiting for me when I got out. I rushed to his house as quickly as I could and pounded on his door with all the fury of a heartstruck teenager who knew that her intended’s parents were at work. After several minutes, I collapsed on his front steps, sobbing (how dramatic, right?). After several minutes, I looked up to find Joe standing at the foot of the steps, staring at me with a Polar Pop in his hand. He hadn’t been at home at all as I made a fool of myself. I quickly wiped my eyes and nose (an inherently unsexy thing to do.) I stood up, straightened my baggy clothes, and I poured out my heart. I was sorry for forcing myself on him, I thought he would be happy, I never intended to ruin our friendship, and I would hate myself forever if one blowjob ruined our last summer before college. The entire time, he just stared at me, wide eyed, until I ran out of words. We stood their in silence for a long while until I felt my throat clenching up again. Finally, I yelled at him to say something, anything, even if it was for me to get out of his life forever.

He fumbled over his words for a while, something he always did when he was nervous, before he finally found the right place to start, and once he got traction, he took off like a rocket. He was talking so fast, I almost couldn’t keep up. He’d always thought I was prettier than I gave myself credit for, last night had been a dream come true, but he’d been ashamed that he hadn’t been able to last longer, and he was sure that, once I had gotten a chance to process what had happened, I would regret what we’d done, or be embarassed by it, or hate myself or him for not making it special. That’s why he hadn’t been able to get hard again the night before, because he was scared. Whether out of sincere affection, or just to get him to slow down before he gave himself a coronary, I kissed him. It was the awkward, fumbling kiss of two teenagers who had next to no experience, but it felt right. Joe finally broke it off, realizing that we were standing on the sidewalk in front of his house, where anyone could see. I didn’t care, but Joe was more level headed, and rushed us both up the steps and into the house.

As soon as the door shut, he had his lips back on mine, pinning me against the door and pawing clumsily at my tits. I broke the kiss just long enough to rip my baggy shirt over my head and toss it to the side, giving him better access. He groaned at the sight of me in my conservative (not at all sexy) bra, and kissed me again firmly before dragging me up the stairs and into his bedroom, where I’d been a thousand times before. This time, it felt sexy and forbidden. I took a moment to drink the moment in, processing the fact that this room, where I had played D&D every weekend through high school and thumbed through comic books (yes, I have a nerdy streak a mile wide) was the room, was where I was, almost certainly, about to lose my virginity. As a perfect punctuation to that exact thought, I turned to find Joe shucking off his pants as quickly as he could, his already hard cock bobbing in the air. I unfastened my bra (wanting to spare him the embarassment of trying to do it himself) and stepped towards him.

He had an awestruck look on his face as he stared at my DD tits wobbling free, his first good look at them, having only caught a quick flash the night before. He reached out and reverantly caressed them, so softly I think he was afraid of breaking them. I took his hands and pressed them into them more firmly, and he took the encouragement well. He lightly tweaked my nipples (a guaranteed turn on for me) and I gasped, causing him to recoil, afraid he’d hurt me. I took the opportunity to sink to my haunches, ready to test out my blowjob skills again. I only managed to lick the tip before Joe stopped me, stammering about not wanting to ruin what we were about to do, that is, if I really wanted to, but I didn’t have to, he was just happy to make me happy, and so on and so forth. I gave him a kiss just long and firm enough to stop him from talking, and, with a smile, I shuffled backwards towards his bed, unfastening my baggy cargo pants as I did, and pulling them down, along with my panties, in one swift movement. I’d shaved the day before, in anticipation of what we were about to do. Looking back, I’m a bit surprised I wasn’t more nervous, being naked in front of another person for the first time, but I think I was so turned on, it didn’t matter. As I bumped into the edge of his bed, I kicked off my shoes, stepped out of my pants, and laid back on the unmade mess, spreading my legs to give him no doubt of my intensions.

Wide eyed, he staggered forward, his five inches wobbling out in front of him. I had never wanted anything more than I wanted to feel that cock inside me. When he reached me, he took a moment to run his fingers over my legs, and to take in the sight of my smooth shaven pussy. He stroked himself a couple times before pressing the head against my opening, running it up and down my lips to try and properly line himself up. I saw him tense up, getting ready to push forward, before he hesitated. I whimpered in frustration, ready for him to spear me. I even tried to thrust towards him to get the job done, causing him to put a hand down to stop my advances. With unfathomable sadness on his face, Joe informed me that he didn’t have a condom, not ever thinking that something like this would happen. I smiled and reminded him that, while he had no idea that I would ever fuck him, I’d been planning to lose my virginity for a while, and had been been on the pill since my 18th birthday, over a month earlier. He sighed and smiled, moving his hand from between us, and finally, pushed forward.

It wasn’t what I was expecting. In many ways, it was better, but as I laid there with my eyes closed, taking his cock, I was expecting it to be on an entirely separate level than masturbation. Even him breaking my hymen wasn’t as intense as I thought it would be. Just a pinch, and it was gone, lost amongst the pleasure as he officially, undeniably went further than even I had gone. It wasn’t until he bottomed out, five inches inside me, and paused, that the enormity of it hit me. Something about the feel of his pubes against my pelvis, the warmth of another body keeping my legs spread. I opened my eyes and looked into Joe’s. He had tears running down his cheeks as he quietly asked if I was okay. I just nodded, unable to find words for how okay I was. It wasn’t like any of the porn I had seen. I realized I didn’t want it to be. To have Joe ram in and out of me would have cheapened it. Wild fucking wasn’t what I needed for my first time (that would come later), I just needed someone gentle. As Joe pulled back, reigniting my nerves, I sighed and lifted my head to watch the column leave me, content in the knowledge that I had conquered it. Joe’s brow furrowed when he saw the blood from my broken hymen. I patted his arm and told him it was normal, I was fine, and that I would never forgive him if he stopped now. He laughed.

He didn’t last long, maybe five minutes, but it was a good five minutes, if uneventful, by the standard of some other stories floating around here. I didn’t get off, which was fine. The whole thing had been more emotionally fulfilling than I’d expected, and when Joe tensed up and I felt him shoot off inside me, I couldn’t help but smile. He stayed hunched over me, buried to the hilt and twitching inside me for a long while. When he finally pulled out, he was limp. He fell onto the bed beside me, looking like he could sleep forever, but very content. We cuddled for a while before I excused myself to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back, he asked if it was a one time thing, or if we could do it again. I shrugged. I told him, honestly, that I wasn’t looking to start a relationship, not just with him, but anyone, since I was moving to college in August. That being said, it was early June, which left more than two months, and anything could happen.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bg524/my_first_time_fm