[I posted a longer story, and have had some feedback that it was too slow of a build. This is a simpler story, and hopefully gets to the action sooner for those that prefer it that way. Enjoy, and I’d VERY much like your feedback–I’m new to this, and welcome input of all sorts as DM’s or comments.
Thank you!]
She was not the first person I’d kissed, but she was definitely the first person I fingered. I *was* her first kiss, and within minutes I was the first to go down on her, and I was the (lucky! grateful!) first person to cum in her mouth. No time wasted, that day!
Here’s how it happened…
I’d known Carol since we were kids, as our families were friends. We were both teens–she’d just turned 18, in fact. I know now that she’d had a crush on me for years, but at the time I was starting to get past being shy and insecure. Although I’d never thought of her sexually when we were younger, the day she appeared as a new employee at the fast-food restaurant where I worked that had changed. She’d graduated from the awkward early-teen years, and graduated with honors: long red hair, pert little breasts (I liked them little then, and I like them little now!), and the toned, lithe, body that comes so easily to us at that age. I was built similar to her: thin, but minus the pert boobs and long red hair (mine was darker red, and short-ish), plus a few pounds of muscle. Ah, the benefits of being a teen.
Being an “old friend” <snort> I took her under my wing at the restaurant, and kept anyone from playing the usual new-hire tricks on her. There’d be no “sending her to the basement for pork chops”—because right: we didn’t have a basement, and we didn’t serve pork chops.
So we rekindled our friendship, and pretty soon I was dropping by her house to hang out when we were both free. I quickly realized that on certain days of the week during the summer her parents were both at work and her older brother was away, so we had the place to ourselves.
In no time the intimate tension was growing between us, and one day when I visited she answered the door wearing yoga pants and a tank top that clearly had no bra underneath it. By that point I was very interested in her as a friend *and* romantically, so that bit of side boob was all I could take—I fully intended to find out where we stood, that day.
We made the usual small talk, standing in her kitchen making snacks or whatever, and at some point she said something about me being a “nice guy.” That was my opening—I dropped into what I thought of, at least then, as my bedroom voice and said “Oh, I’m not *that* nice.”
She sort of laughed, but looked at me in a way that let me know she’d picked up on the hint, and when she turned to me I stepped in and kissed her. Her lack of experience didn’t mean she lacked enthusiasm, and if I hadn’t known what a hungry kiss felt like before that moment, I certainly knew it then.
We stood there kissing for a while, and pretty soon I was testing the limits by running my hands up her sides, and teasing the edges of her breasts beneath that wonderfully thin tank top. Sensing her approval, my hands wandered over her incredible breasts and I’ll never forget the feeling of her whimpering into my mouth when my fingers slid over her tiny erect nipples.
After a few minutes she pulled back enough to look me in the eye and say “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this” and in that moment my heart was hers. The rest of me was soon to follow.
Without another word she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway to her bedroom. We pulled each other onto the bed, and in no time I was on my back and she was straddling my hips, bending forward to kiss me aggressively, pushing her tongue into my mouth. That left my hands free, and this time they wandered towards her waist, and feeling her moan and react I went further—I slid my fingers over the top of her yoga pants, and gently stroked her pubic mound. The concept of “explicit consent” was still a year or two away from being top of mind in society, but the way she pushed her hips lower to rub against my fingers and the way she moaned into my mouth (which she was great at) left no doubt that I was being told Yes.
So after stroking her through her pants for a few minutes my hands moved to the elastic edge and slid under the edge, and down her wonderfully tight lower stomach. The feeling of her soft pubic hair was heaven, and I gently worked my fingers lower allowing her small gasps and sighs to guide me. Within a few minutes we’d worked her yoga pants down enough that I could reach her pussy more freely, and I slid my fingers into her wetness. It felt like warm oil, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I wasn’t that experienced, but I was completely smitten with my newfound ability to give a woman pleasure—there was nothing like it, and for that matter there still isn’t. Combine that with the fact that an older friend had described what it was like to give a woman oral and he made it sound absolutely amazing. I was very, very anxious to find out for myself.
I rolled her onto her back, and pulled the yoga pants down her long legs along with her gray, thin boy-short panties. Focusing on kissing her mouth and neck again, I let my hands roam over her as I worked my way down her neck and over her clavicles. Who knew that clavicles could be sexy?? Pushing up her top gave my mouth access to her bare chest, and I experimented with flicking my tongue over her smooth breasts and sucking her nipples into my mouth. I let my hands wander back towards her hips, and as I slid lower I pulled her to the edge of the bed so that I ended up kneeling on the floor between her spread legs. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight than her soft, curly red hair over her glistening wet mound in front of me, and her gaze looking at me with so much warmth and–maybe best of all–approval.
I kissed her inner thighs, and worked my mouth slowly closer to her warm wetness. That’s the moment I fell in love with the smell of a woman’s arousal, and I probably rushed things a bit. But then, the gasps and exclamations coming from her definitely weren’t complaints. In no time I had my mouth on her, and my tongue inside of her. She tasted wonderful, and I experimented with every combination of fingers, tongue, lips, and all the folds of her sexy little pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her or the sounds she made and the way her legs squeezed me at times and at other times spread wider to give me access. I lapped at her, loving that my face was absolutely drenched with her wetness.
While I had no intention of asking her to touch *me*—I wasn’t thinking that far ahead, or thinking rationally at all—I desperately wanted to release the pressure in my jeans, so while I continued to eat her I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. I released my throbbing cock, and held it in one hand as I returned the other hand to her willing body.
I must have been good enough at what I was doing—and she was definitely not challenged with reaching climax, as I’d experience and enjoy again for some years—because after a while she was bucking her hips, pushing her mound against my face, and crying out with an orgasm. I did my best to continue to pleasure her through it, and pull back when the time was right. Only then did I realize that she’d had me by the hair for the last several minutes, and that my precum had made a pretty generous wet spot on the edge of her sheets.
As my head cleared I tried to close up my jeans, but now that she was focused on the world around her again she realized what I was doing and said “Wait, no! If you’re uncovered—oh god, you were touching yourself as you did that??” and without giving me time to wonder if she saw that as a good thing or a bad thing she basically squealed “That’s so fucking hot!” and pulled me up onto the bed.
We laid there and cuddled for a while, with my rock hard cock pressed against her thigh, but it wasn’t long before she kissed me hard—either ignoring the wetness on my face that was entirely from her body, or as I’d learn later, enjoying the taste and feel of it—and reached for my cock.
Similar to how I didn’t explicitly ask her anything when I went down on her, she took matters into her own hands. She straddled me again, and just like I’d done she started with heavy kissing, moved to my neck, and worked her way down. When she’d reached my waist she tugged at my jeans, and I took the hint: with a lift of my hips she pulled them off of me, and settled back in with my cock mere inches from her face. I was still literally dripping precum, and without a word she started gently running her fingers over my cock, through the wetness, and playing with my own curly pubic hair. That advanced to her stroking me in different ways, and I nearly bucker her off of me when her mouth first touched my cock. She advanced from licking to sucking, and I was obviously in heaven.
I’d like to say what a stud I was and how I held off cumming for hours to savor it, but at that age and in that moment, that was not an option. Sensing that, she slowed for a minute and said “I know this will feel better for you if you finish in my mouth, but I don’t know how I feel about swallowing—is that okay?”
Was she kidding me? OF COURSE that was okay, and I told her “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want!” and I truly meant it…and it’s equally true that I badly wanted to cum at that moment, and cum in her beautiful wet mouth. “I’ve got this!” she said, and pulled my cock back into the wonderful wetness of her mouth.
It wasn’t long at all, and I was the one bucking my hips and trying not to thrust at her as I exploded into her mouth. At the moment I’m sure I had no idea exactly what she was doing in terms of my cum and her mouth, but I learned later that a friend of hers had explained how to let a guy cum in her mouth, but not swallow or pull it in, and by staying directly over me she just let it run out of her mouth and back down the cock. All I knew was that it felt wonderful, and that I could not believe this was happening.
She crawled back up to me, and there was more cuddling and kissing, and it was my turn to not care if her face was wet from me—and I didn’t. At that moment I didn’t care about anything. I’d just fallen in love (well, lust, but you couldn’t have told me that) and all I wanted was time with her.
We had a lot more time together, both that day and in the months that followed. I may write about some of those, in the future. But that’s how it started, and I don’t know how it could have been any better.
[Any/All feedback is welcome! I have no idea how this reads–I just know how it was, and I hope I’m doing it justice.]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11hgko6/young_love_mf_firstsfriends_to
Hot! I think this is pretty well written. Now I have to go and read the longer version.
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