Welp, here goes nothing. We were both of age when this happened, and names are changed to protect the not-so-innocent ;) If you want a good story, read the whole thing. If you only want the sexy bits (been there, I get it), skip to *SEXY STUFF*
Background:
I’m a Christian. I know, not a sentence you’d expect this kind of story to start off with (for those who aren’t familiar, sex outside of marriage in most Christian circles is considered a BIG no-no). I love Jesus but don’t go around judging people if they do something I disagree with. But I grew up very conservative, and while some of my views have shifted (IE: I believe you can look at nude photos and be respectful of the subject’s personhood. I enjoy commenting on Gonewild photos and telling the posters they’re beautiful), I still believe that sex outside of marriage is wrong. Butttt I still went there. More on that in a bit.
When I graduated college right before turning 22, I was horny, single and lonely. Not how I thought I’d end up. Meeting my dream girl and getting married just wasn’t in the cards (though I DID meet the girl of my dreams and she DID get married, just not to me XD) That summer, I discovered a few websites/Tumblrs of Christians who believed that premarital sex is ok (sidenote: remember when Tumblr was a thing? Like, man, it FELL off when they banned nudes, *but people still post nudes anyways shhhh*). So the more I read their posts, the more I felt like “hey, maybe I don’t have to wait for sex, I mean, a few strangers on the internet agree with me, that’s all the push I need!” With a twinkle in my eye and my Tinder profile completed, I began my search.
I met some nice girls and we had some nice conversations that went nowhere and I got LOTS of matches who ghosted me, but that’s for another time. Undeterred, I widened my search to other apps. One of them was called Feeld. It’s basically Tinder but people are a LOT more open about what they’re looking for (their profiles show interests like sexting, threesomes, BDSM, etc). Ah, a breath of fresh air away from the bullshit front of most Tinder profiles. No more guessing who’s DTF and who just wants more Instagram followers. Instead of feeling judged, normal people had pictures of them being normal, Drinking coffee, rock climbing and walking their dogs, shown right next to their interests that said things like “looking to meet cool people and hopefully get naked!” It struck a chord with my horny soul.
A lot of erect swiping later, I finally had a match! Bella had lovely, dark skin and a kind smile, and I quickly messaged “Hello :)”. We started chatting a bit about life, and then about what we were looking for. Nervously horny, I told her I was a virgin looking to meet someone, hang out and see where things went.
She replied, “You are relieving my anxieties right now, because I’m a virgin too!”
My nerves took a sigh of relief, and we agreed to meet at her college in San Diego. It was 100 miles away from where I lived, but we both were curious about visiting a nude beach and so decided our destination would be the legendary Black’s Beach. We texted throughout the week, telling each other about our turn-ons. We both shared an affinity for fun, low-pressure situations, and for shaved genitals. The next Sunday, I cleared my forest and hopped in my car.
We met outside her apartment. Bella was a little shy, but we quickly hit it off just like when we were texting. I was probably hard the entire drive over to the beach. We parked, walked a long way, got lost, but knew we had gotten back on track when we saw the sign that denoted the nude section of the beach. We weren’t alone. It was a gorgeous, warm day and a few dozen people, mostly middle aged, were hanging out in the buff.
“This is paradise!” I thought.
*SEXY STUFF*
We found a spot and disrobed. I felt so free being nude outside, the breeze refreshing my body parts that had never been so free. It felt like a NSFW body wash commercial. She took off her swimsuit, and I had to lay down to conceal my growing member. Bella was thicker than most girls I was interested in, but she had a nice, round ass and we had connected so well that I wasn’t going to let that extra thickness deter me. We ran into the ocean and laughed, the cool water surrounding our bodies. We dove into the waves for a while and then went back on shore and dried off in the sun. She giggled as I couldn’t seem to keep my cock soft. Apparently erections that are left alone are sometimes frowned upon on nude beaches, so I turned over to avoid any supposed naked gatekeepers from approaching. But it was hard to stay soft, as I was finally hanging out with a naked girl who had mutual interest in me.
As we put our clothes back on and walked back to my car, we made note of my salty skin and sandy feet, and she said she was looking forward to going back to her apartment to shower. I replied, “How about we shower together, you know, to save water?”
“I’d like that”, she said with a coy smile.
Score! I was finally going to get laid or at least something close! And so was she! In what felt like an instant, we were at her apartment. She opened the door and lead me to the bathroom. We giggled and gazed at each other as we disrobed once again. Naked, we stepped into the shower together and turned the water on. Facing each other, breath heavy, I told her a detail I had forgotten: I had never even kissed a girl before.
“It’s ok, I’ll show you, it’ll be great.”
Bella’s reassurance relaxed me as we wrapped our arms around each other and dove into each other’s mouths. I honestly didn’t really have any idea what I was doing, so I let her take the lead. Kissing for the first time (while embracing each other’s naked bodies) was a lovely experience. To be honest, I didn’t feel an over the top “this is it!” sensation like I had expected, but it was very pleasant and enjoyable still.
I asked if I could move my hands to her ass, and she smiled yes, I could touch her anywhere I liked. I told her likewise with me, and encouraged her to. To me, the feeling of balance, of two lovers having equal power and access to each others’ most intimate body parts to create mutual pleasure, while retaining the right to decline anything they didn’t want to do, was my greatest sexual desire. And here it was, finally being fulfilled!
I moved my hands to her breasts and when I began to suck on them, Bella let out a soft moan of pleasure. Delighted at my mouth’s ability to please her, I moved my hands south. Her hips moved back and forth gently as I inserted a finger inside her. Her pussy was soft and already lubricated. I loved the sensation. We turned off the shower, dried off, and climbed on her bed.
“I’m having a great time, but I don’t want to go all the way”, Bella whispered.
“That’s ok, whatever you’re comfortable with”, I replied.
Well, I am comfortable with more of what we’re doing”, she smiled.
As we got hot and heavy feeling each other up naked in her bed, she asked if she could go down on me. I told her to go for it. Blowjobs had never been a big allure for me, but if she wanted to try it I was happy to oblige. She moved her head up and down my cock as I rubbed her head. Physically, it wasn’t too stimulating, but the fact that I could tell she WANTED my cock in her mouth was a huge turn on.
I went back to fingering her, loving every moment even as my arm got tired. I loved feeling her hips gyrate as a response to my touch. Eventually I found a spot that REALLY felt good to her.
“Right there, don’t stop”, she exclaimed as quietly as she could, covered her mouth while moaning to prevent any neighbors from hearing. My arm grew tired but I pressed on, determined to bring on her orgasm.
“DONT STOPPPPPPPP!”
I kept going until she grabbed my arm and motioned me to slow down. Hopeful, I asked if she came. She said yes, breathing heavily and deeply.
After a little more naked cuddling, she said she her roommate would be home soon, and that we should get dressed to avoid an awkward situation. We got some food at Five Guys and hung out for a bit there before it was time for me to go home. We hugged each other goodbye, and I hit the road.
But as I was driving, I had the realization that my decision would complicate my faith. I could never tell most of my Christian friends about what had happened without a loving but firm rebuke. They would tell me I did something serious, and that I should ask God for forgiveness, and NEVER do anything like that again. And now, 2 and a half years later, I do agree that, at least according to the Bible, sex outside marriage is wrong.
So here’s my confession: Even though the fun I had was seriously outside my moral code, I look back on that time fondly, and see it as a lovely experience. I want to tell my pastor and my friends about what happened, but I feel like even if I did, I couldn’t really be honest.
That it didn’t feel wrong.
That it was a lovely experience.
That I’d like to do it again (and in fact, I did, and went further, but not with Bella, but that’s for another story).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gofy7h/a_late_bloomer_and_a_christian_my_first_sexual
Did you get laid in the other story?