An introduction: Not the sexiest post I’ll ever write, but my [F]irst.

You know, there is towns no one should have to live in.Quite frankly, they are the kind of places where you look forward to going to church and the only thing to do is work around the house.So, my summers as a younger girl were spent at the side of my mother working on this or that. I exercised to pass the time. I walked a lot too. Then not much else.Was not until my grandfather’s death that I had this mentality shook for me.Without dwelling on the rather unsexy nature of a death bed, my Grandfather told me, “don’t die with regrets”.

It had a lot more wheezing, but you get the idea.

Cut to me, nineteen and a virgin, living in dorms at college and basically never so much as dared to slip a digit inside.

For the record, I’m 5’4. I’ve been called cute more than sexy. Round features, big eyes, curls, and soft lips. Not the sharp angled features of a model, but not hard to look at. I’m a brunette, but the edges lighten in the summer enough to have been called a blonde. I am wide hipped, narrow waisted, and I carry most of my height in my legs. Thanks to the country living and exercise they are pretty toned and I carry a reasonable thicc-ness around my ass and thighs. This has made buying jeans a bit of nightmare, but most of my partners say “lucky you look good without them then” whenever I complain.

I used partners cause I’m pansexual and this will not be a journal on how I met my husband. I spent many nights on my knees praying, but now I’m into a new worship.

I’m a sub, a slut, and I’m proud of it.

So now you know me and what I’m about shall we finally get into losing my virginity?

I joined archery and Derek, a slightly older man, was one of the instructors. I couldn’t help but whack my forearm with the drawstring every time and so I asked him to help. He was tall and muscular. Seemed unaware of his looks. And definitely unaware of the effect he had on women.A shy boy in most avenues, but when in his element he unlocked something in him.

Suddenly he was behind me wrapping an arm around my waist to correct my posture.

He whispered in my ear to relax my shoulders and then ran his hands along my arms guiding my motions. He pressed himself into me to keep me straight and I felt myself instinctively grind my butt into him.

“uh, good shot,” he said before making for the door.

I worried I’d done something wrong and so I followed. I caught up with him in a quiet hallway and asked, “Everything okay?”.He replied with nervous mumbling that I was too naive to interrupt. However after a little chatting I realized he’d gotten erect in his jeans in front of everyone. It was the first hard cock I’d ever seen.

It was my turn to mumble nervously, but while backing away and not breaking eye contact with it. Like one would treat a snake. He came toward me to try calm, but this only gave me more of an eyeful.

Without meaning to, I asked “did I do that?” and he nodded. I knew I’d regret not seeing it. This was intoxicating in a way and I decided to push forward. It took a minute for the penny to drop, but soon we were in a bathroom stall and I was face to face with it.This was an awkward toothy blowjob before Derek took mercy on me and decided to lead. He pressed me against the stall door and plunged him powerful arm into my pants. His fingers slid inside as my fingers traced the muscles of his arms. I bit into his shoulder as he worked and whispered into my ear what a good girl I was.

I didn’t want it to end, but that felt out of my hands and soon I was flushed and panting. It was my first orgasm and while helplessly in recovery Derek asked if I’d like to come over that night to his place.

This was a Friday and the start of a long and hard weekend.

Once in his apartment I was stripped naked and bent over his table with all the hunger of a man who didn’t finish earlier. In fact, as he slid into me for the first time he whispered in my ear as much.
“You’ve been a bad girl not letting me cum,” he said, “But thats okay cause you’re gonna make me cum now aren’t you”.

Without prompting I was nodding and smiling and telling him what he wanted to hear. He fucked me hard and once close I felt the spray of his cum all over my back. Unsure on what to do I knelt by him on the floor stroking his thigh as he sat on the couch. I waited here till he recharged and then we went again. This time with the mercy of a shower.

This continued for till monday morning, where upon putting on my tight jeans I could feel the tenderness of my holes. A sensation that made me ache for him all day in my lectures.

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