[FM] Remembering Our First Time

My husband’s childhood home was demolished earlier this week. The foundation was bad, and repairs would have cost more than to tear down and rebuild. His mom still owns the land even though the house had been vacant since she moved out about 14 years ago.

What does a house have to do with my story? Well, it was the house in which I lost my virginity, as well as taking the virginity if my husband (then boyfriend). That’s right, we have been together since we were 16 years old, but *that night* happened when we were both 17.

We were typical teenagers, really. My mom and step dad were very strict, so I did a lot of lying and sneaking around. His mom was not strict at all, and often worked a second job as a waitress at a bar and grill in the evenings. This left the house vacant for us to fool around.

We had been dating for a few months when we started wanting to do more than make out. Things started innocently with him just playing with my boobs on the outside of my shirt. I would rub his bulge on the outside of his jeans and just imagine what he would feel like inside me. As we got more brave he would slip his hand down my pants and play with my pussy, rubbing my clit and fingering me. I would reach down his pants and stroke his penis. Sometimes I would lay on top of him and we would just grind each other fully clothed. I so wanted to do more but wasn’t sure if I was ready. We had no idea what we were doing and neither of us ever reached orgasm, but it was *so intense* to feel our hands all over each other, hearts racing, heavy breathing, doing everything but fucking.

Then, that night…oh that night that started it all. We were on his bed, making out like the horny teenagers we were. He started rubbing my pussy with his hand on the outside of my jeans. I wondered if he could feel me burning with desire. My hips rocked gently as he rubbed me. Suddenly he stopped and looked me in the eyes as he reached for my jean snap.

“Can I undo these?” He asked with a shaky voice. I nodded in response, also shaking.

“Can we take these off?”

“Yes,” I responded as I quivered.

He slid my jeans down and helped me take them all the way off. His hand caressed my pussy through my silky panties. I was soaking wet, wanting him so much.

“Can we take these off, too?” He asked as he pulled at my panties.

“Yes.” I was shaking so much I could barely speak, both nervous and excited at what was happening.

It was the first time I had been nude from the waist down in front of him. Even back then I kept my pussy mostly shaved (I swam a lot and didn’t like hairs poking out around my bathing suit). I just kept a small strip of hair neatly trimmed like a little landing strip. I looked at him admiring me. I was very self conscious as a teenaged girl and felt awkward, but I relaxed as I saw the pure lust in his eyes. I relaxed because he was obviously turned on by what he saw.

He moved to the side of me and laid on his back. I moved to straddle him and tried to undo his jeans, but my hands were shaking so much I couldn’t do it. He lowered his hands and helped me. We slid his jeans down together. I looked into his eyes and grabbed the sides of his boxers. I slowly started to pull them down, revealing the cock I had held in my hand numerous times but never actually laid eyes on.

At this moment I knew for sure I wanted him. I was ready to feel him inside me. Ready to take that leap to the next level.

His hand caressed the side of my face. “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

“Yes. I’m ready,” I answered.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I want you.”

As I answered I slid forward, still straddling him. My lips met his and I kissed him. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me back, hard this time.

We fumbled around for a couple of minutes before I used my hand to gently guide his dick into my pussy. I expected pain because that’s what we were taught in school…the first time is always painful. But I was so wet. There was no resistance at all as I slid him inside me. No pain either. We just stayed like that and looked at each other for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only seconds.

I leaned forward and tried my best to move up and down on him. Our breathing sped up as the realization came over us that we were actually fucking. The excitement was almost too much to bear. I actually had a cock in my pussy. Something I had fantasized about since I was probably 13. Something I had imagined while I masturbated to orgasm all alone, more often than I would like to admit. Something I was taught was sinful but had craved so much and here I was, actually acting on it.

We did everything we thought we were supposed to do. His hands wandered around my body and occasionally massaged my breasts. I just tried to keep my balance and move and grind as much as I could. Sometimes I would lean forward so we could kiss while he was inside me. My body was in such a state of arousal the entire time, and I had never been wet quite like that before.

In reality, it didn’t feel like much of anything for either of us. We didn’t know how to move our bodies to bring each other pleasure. We humped in that position for probably 30 minutes before we stopped. Neither one of us had an orgasm. We had to look ridiculous, both of us in our T-shirts and naked from the waist down, having no clue what we were doing. But in those moments he was inside me, there was this sense of him being *mine* and me being *his*. A sense of belonging and everything just feeling so *right.*

Over the next several months, it took several tries before I could bring him to orgasm, and even more before he could get me off. Here we are, 21 years later, and still learning more and more about each other every single time. Now he can get me off just by sucking my nipples and teasing me with his cock. I still get so horny for him it’s unreal. I’ve learned I like a little bit of pain and being dominated. And nothing is sexier than hearing him moan as his cock pulsates and empties inside me after I’ve moved and ground just right to please him. Or emptying into my mouth when I’ve sucked him how he likes. Or when he goes down on me and gently sucks on my pussy and stares up at me with such lust in his eyes.

Teenage me could have only dreamt of what we have now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hcpup5/fm_remembering_our_first_time