This is not the spectacular stories this audience is accustomed to.
This is the first time I, a male, came, at least that I am able to recall and enjoy.
I had not jerked off prior to this. I did, however, have a wet dream before this but couldn’t recall the dream the morning of, nor can I now.
I met a girl through a friend who attended a different school than me, though not far. The friend and I met through travel sports and ended up hanging out often outside of our sport. We both played drums in 90’s punk bands and, thus, found much in common.
One of the many weekends that I slumbered at his home, he was playing a basement gig in the neighborhood. Maybe 20 people were there, but in high school, playing music in front of that many peers makes you feel like a superstar. I digress.
Prior to this “gig,” I hadn’t met most of my buddy’s crew regular crew. This group consisted of probably 15 lads and 5 gals. I had a couple beers to loosen up and chat. The guys were cool and mostly stayed to themselves similar to a high school dance. I asked them about the female crew and they indicated that three of the girls were girls’ of the band members. Bridgette, however, was not. She was pegged as the girl that was just friends with everyone but didn’t really date.
Bridgette.
I made my 3-beer-drunk way over to her to spark some conversation. Nothing notable happened. We enjoyed some laughs and I played the, “I play the drums in a band” card. We exchanged our parents’ land line numbers at the end of the night and that was it. She was average plus. Excellent long, straight, blonde hair, tight body, wearing a Silverchair (a band) T-shirt to fit the rest of her grunge outfit. It was a look at one time, for some groups. The T-shirt was white, but I could see her light turquoise bra underneath. While the bottom of her pants were slightly bell bottomy, her ass was being devoured by the thin, stonewashed/bleached jeans.
Though I was always a shy/nervous guy, I was getting some real ego-boosting feedback from Bridgette through my friend.
I decided to call her. Her father answered and I had to ask for her. This wasn’t uncommon in the 90’s. We talked that night, and then most nights, on the phone until the early morning hours. Looking back, I can’t believe people spoke on the phone for that long.
After a couple weeks, we finally decided to hang out. Her father drove her to my house. He didn’t try to meet me, or my parents. He just dropped her off. Again, looking back that seems weird, but I guess times were different.
To add some color to the situation, I grew up in a ranch style home which was quite small. The basement stairs were right off the entrance from the driveway. When you came in the main door on the driveway, you either turned right to get to the kitchen, or you went straight ahead to the basement stairs. Around the age of 17, I moved to the basement of home I search of a larger and more private space. It was unfinished when I moved down there, and stayed that way for a few years. Apparently my parents thought I would only last a couple night down there before reclaiming my bedroom on the main floor. Thee were wrong. Once I turned 18, my parents decided to finish the basement, which at least gave me a bedroom and a bathroom. It also had a common area with a TV and couch. Thanks, mom and dad.
When Bridgette’s dad dropped her off, I was waiting in the kitchen. I could see the driveway perfectly. I answered the door. I greeted her with a genuine smile. She came in and stood on the platform which allows you to decide to go to the main level or head downstairs. I quickly turned and said, “Mom, Dad, this is Bridgette. John’s friend.” We then headed downstairs.
All of the phone conversations we’d had really got me worked up for some physical touches. We immediately began kissing in my room. Heavy kisses, likely with too much tongue, but just right for the level of experience. As I began to nervously caress her breasts over her shirt, I felt my mule begin to fill. For some reason I was wearing Green Bay Packers’ mesh shorts. I have never liked the Packers and don’t know why I owned those. Upon my hands sliding up her shirt and under her bra to lightly touch her nipples, she began to let out soft moans between our kisses. At this point she was worked up enough to reach for my erection. She was a lefty, and when her bare hand made contact with my dick, I was in ecstasy.
She started jerking me off in a slow, but consistent, fashion. I could feel my balls awaken for the first time ever with a hand that wasn’t mine. It wouldn’t be long before she would need to wash her hands.
Our kissing intensified, and my hand penetrated her waist band to find a perfect patch up pubic hair protecting her labia. I started to rub slowly at the top of her slit, where I would later learn the clitoris lived. But I could feel heat coming from further south.
I slid my middle finger down toward the heat to find wetness that I had an immediate love for. I let her hip movements assist me in working my finger to the proper hole. We were still standing, but I was beginning to feel dizzy as my cardio system was driving all the blood to hold up my erection.
After just a couple minutes of mutually masturbating each other, my ears began to ring, my eyes, while closed, began to get cloudy and my knees became week. For the first time in my life, I was going to fire my seed by the hand of a beautiful girl.
Her hand arose from my mesh shorts full of cum. Some had made it up to her forearm. Much had been left in my shorts. She looked at the present she had worked for, smiled at me, and then kissed me deeper than ever.
This is how guys fall in love.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/duj1c0/fm_first_time_cumming_with_someone_else