I [F19] won the race but lost my virginity [FM]

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I’m an asian-american from a quiet little town in the states, but who goes “home” to a large, bustling capital city in Asia every so often. While abroad, I love to immerse myself in their local motorcycle and legal street-racing scene. There’s one long stretch of highway in particular leading away from the city into the countryside that became a haven for hot rods and thrill seekers such as myself.

It was around 10PM on a Tuesday night, and my cousins (all older boys) dragged me out for a night on the town with them. I’m the youngest in the family, and the only girl. Growing up, I had more typically masculine interests, and I was just now finding out how much that turned on men.

I started riding motorcycles when I started high school, so by this time, I’d been riding for around four years. While I wasn’t able to bring my bike with me overseas, one of my cousins had a nice semi-automatic underbone that was pretty comfortable.

*”Ey, look. It’s the fresh grad!”* I heard someone call out. My cheeks pinked.

News spread fast. My cousins laughed, threw a few ‘fuck offs’, and continued to pull me along the street. I on the other hand was distracted momentarily by a tall, athletic looking man in a leather jacket. He had a shock of dark hair, tanned skin and a clean-cut jawline that had me humming. A beast of a man, by my standards. Probably towered a good foot and a half above my 5″3 frame.

*”Hold up a sec, Shaye [my name] right?”*

“Leave her be, Rook.” One of my cousins snorted, waving him off with a roll of his eyes. I gave him a little push, annoyed. Getting laid was the last thing on my mind when I left the house that night, but, this man was an interesting development.

*”Yeah, it’s Shaye. But what’s it to ya, sweetheart?”* I said.

*”To a challenger?”* Rook winked at me, walking up to us. He had the darkest eyes I had ever seen, even under the pale yellow beams of the streetlights above us. My breath hitched a little as he was suddenly in my personal space. Not that I minded, oh no. This was all new to me then. Flirting, fine. Kissing, sure. I knew what sexual tension was, and I was content to bask in it. For now at the very least.

Nodding, I gestured for a helmet. *”What’ll it be? Around the u-turn at the next intersection and back?”*

Rook cocked a brow at me. *”Feisty, this one. I like you, kid.”*

A few minutes later, I found myself straddled on a borrowed bike, with one of my cousin’s helmets strapped on my head. The leather of the handle bars felt familiar under my grip, warm and hard on this chilly night. Little did I know I would be gripping something else warm and hard. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the race, we took off, leaned into the corners, and revved our way around the track. With my lighter weight and smaller build, I easily overtook him.

What the hell. I won.

I slid the bike back up to the starting point, my pulse still pounding in my ears. Sweat had pooled on my chest and was sliding down between my breasts. A beer appeared in my hand, and around me was excited shouting: a mix of *’I fuckin’ told you so’s*’ and *’how the hell did he just lose to a girl?*’. I didn’t care. This was my moment, and I was loving the fuck out of it.

Rook pulled up to me a moment later, and we disembarked. He slung an arm around my shoulders, raising a fist and nodding his head in acknowledgement of his defeat.

*”You wanna sneak off and celebrate, champ?”* His voice tickled my ear, as he leaned down to whisper.

It was easy enough to disappear after that, as the rest of the races began and the betting started to heat up. Rook picked me up, slung my lightweight over his shoulder and walked us down to his van.

*”Normally, I’d be scared shitless of a van.”*

*”Mmhm.”* Rook opened the passenger door for me to climb in. *”You seem the type to be into that?”* I shimmied in, settling myself in the shotgun seat as he scooted in after me. We stayed reclined for a while. I could still hear my pulse ringing in my ears for an entirely different reason. Rook had a carefree, openness about him that I found a turn-on. His van had tinted windows, and we left the door half open for the cool night air. Across the street I could see my cousins, so I felt secure enough to let my guard down (and my clothes, off). Kicking off my boots, I finished off the rest of my beer and set the bottle on the floor.

He raised his arm up for me to lean against him. I did.

*”Ever done this before?”* He ventured, by his tone of voice I knew what he meant.

*”Nah.”*

*”Really?”* He leaned back for a second, eyebrow raising. *”All that time in America and you’ve never fucked a guy?”*

*”Never held my interest.”*

He laughed. *”Until now, I hope.”* He cupped my chin, guiding my lips towards his.

We made out for a while, our kisses getting more and more heated. More and more desperate.

*”Lucky you, then. You lost the race but got the girl.”* I joked, voice low.

*”Fuck yeah, baby girl.”* He murmured against my neck, right at my sweet spot. *”You’re gonna be riding something else tonight.”* By then I was on his lap, legs hitched up on the seat underneath us. He had gotten hard, I could feel it along with my own growing wetness. Seeking skin on skin, I grinded my clit into his lap a little.

I hummed, ready and willing. *”Teach me?”*

Rook’s hand went from the small of my back upwards, searching for a bra hook. I shook my head, pulling his hands away. Pausing, I made sure he was looking exactly where I wanted him to look as I pulled off my shirt. His arms went around my waist in an embrace, pulling my body (and more accurately, my breasts) nearer to him. Realizing the clip of my bra was at the front, he smoothly pinched it open, freeing my naked breasts to his gaze. His tongue found my nipples, a sensation I would have never thought would feel so good.

It was time to return the favor.

I pulled down his jeans. Never had I gotten this far with a guy before. His cock stood ready for me, a little bit of pre-cum at the tip. He guided my hands to the base of his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and showing me how to gently jerk it up and down.

He could have gotten off right there from the stimulation alone, but I wasn’t content. Leaning forward curiously, I gave the tip a tiny lick. It was salty, a strange type of taste that I suddenly found myself wanting more of. I decided to be a little more bold.

Rook groaned as I took his cock into my mouth.

*”Swirl your tongue around the head, babygirl. Yeah, damn. That’s it.”*

Taking his dirty talk as encouragement, I did exactly as he said. I took him as deep as I could, gagging a little at the size of him. He laid back, letting me suck as I pleased. I was explorative, eager to try things out…and to be fucked.

A second later, and I was on my back on the seat. He had his fingers in my mouth. *”Lick this, it’ll be better for you.*” So I did, running my tongue over his digits. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and I felt his hand over my clit, rubbing in the wetness, mixing the sticky-sweet juices of my pussy and my saliva together.

The next moment, he had pushed into me. I barely had any time to prepare myself for the sudden pain of his cock stretching out my virgin pussy. I felt full. Stretched, fulfilled. I was there to please his cock, and damn right was I going to please his cock.

*”From a virgin to a little slut, you like that don’t you?”* His mouth found his way back to my sweet spot.

He turned me around to face forwards, in a reverse cowgirl. (Although at the time, I didn’t know what that was exactly.) His arms wrapped around me, one hand kneading my breast, pinching my nipples, and the other sneaking down to settle itself at my clit, rubbing circles at it. It felt delicious. My skin felt so hot, and I could feel my cheeks burning from how dirty what we were doing was.

*”Oh shit. Fucking hell…”*

*”Take it for me, just like that. Good girl.”*

The bite of pain soon faded away into blissful, sensual pleasure. He was in control of my every move, the master of my moans as I unconsciously tightened around his dick. The pleasure rose and rose, until I could barely take it. Until I felt like I was airborne for a few brief seconds. My back arched and I moaned in ecstasy. All the while, Rook never let up on me, continuing to pound me as I rode out both our orgasms. We panted, collapsing on the floor. I felt him grow soft inside me, and he pulled out. For the first time, I felt a man’s seed dripping out of me, my body numb with kisses and hot with sweat. We pulled our clothes back on.

Rook finished what was left of his bottle. He handed me his phone, open on the keypad. Mouth turned up in a smirk, *”Number?”*

A week or so later, I returned to the states. Rook and I never did become a thing, but we would occasionally be each other’s booty calls whenever I was in town. He had a lot more to teach me, and I was his ever-willing, slutty apprentice.

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