**Written by Husband with Wife’s notes in** (*italics).*
We started hanging out regularly about midway through our senior year of high school (both of us 18 years old). It started out as study dates, then progressed to dates where she would show me around the city. I was from Utah and didn’t know much about the area. Eventually, we were spending almost every day together and we were pretty much dating. I will say, both because it’s relevant for future stories and I need to say it before she gets to it, that we were not officially exclusive. The dating scene was new for her and she didn’t want to commit to an exclusive relationship based on church and parental guidance. I pushed for it but I was okay with the freedom to go on dates with other girls.
It was hard for me to know what she was thinking or feeling as our relationship progressed. I could never tell what she wanted as it was happening. She had a habit of keeping a poker face during the experience, but confessing her pleasure and desire for more after the fact. This dynamic eventually led to a ‘poking and prodding’ approach to our escalating physical relationship. Being the one with experience, I initiated each step in the relationship starting with our first kiss and eventually our intense makeout sessions.
One afternoon after school, we were sitting on the couch in her living room. We had our homework in our laps when her mom came in to say that the rest of the family was going somewhere. I tried to hide my excitement as her family got ready to go. (*I always planned to have him over when I knew the rest of my family would be leaving).*
A few minutes after her family left, we were left with some much desired alone time. Feigning exhaustion, I suggested that we lie down to get more comfortable. She seemed to ignore me, eyes still focused on her work. Undeterred, I moved her slightly, giving me room to lie down with my back pressed against the back of the couch. I gave her arm a slight tug and, setting her work down, she reluctantly joined me. She rested her head on my arm as we spooned. At first I kept my arm on my side before slowly resting it just under the curve of her breasts. We cuddled in that position for several minutes.
My heart was racing with the feel of her body against mine and my hand only inches away from her breasts. She had yet to say anything but I could sense an uneasy, yet excited tension emanating from her. Despite my ~~best~~ efforts to keep things innocent, my focus kept shifting to the beautiful girl lying in my arms until eventually I made my move. I moved my hand up from her stomach to her cheek, gently raising her head until our eyes met. Despite the awkward angle for her, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. We were still new to our makeout sessions, but we got there quickly as my tongue slid into her mouth. She welcomed it in by embracing it with her own. I lifted my body slightly off the couch to give her room to move to her back. Still supporting my upper body with my arm, I draped one leg over hers as we continued to kiss passionately.
Our breathing became heavy and labored as we were both too turned on to take a breath. I could feel my cock growing in my basketball shorts. Almost subconsciously, I adjusted myself so that it was tucked against me with the waistband of my shorts. I got a jolt of pleasure as I pressed myself against her leg. (*I felt so naughty when he would get hard on top of me. I loved knowing it was me doing it to him)* My hormones kicked into another gear and I shifted myself until I was on top of her. Her legs were spread slightly to make room for me (whether this was done consciously or subconsciously, I’m not sure) when I lowered my hips down to hers. I could feel her body tense beneath me. Her hand shot to my arm holding her hip. I could tell she wasn’t sure if this position was ‘okay.’ When she continued to kiss me, I decided to keep going. I slowly started to grind my cock against the crotch of her sweats. At the time I wasn’t sure how female pleasure worked, but I just hoped that it would feel as good for her as it did for me. I noticed her grip on my arm start to weaken as I moved against her.
Our makeout session continued for a couple minutes with me dry humping against her until she began to push back. She didn’t have much leverage on her back but I could feel the subtle movements of her beneath me. Seeing her needy body take control from her cautious mind has always been a huge turn-on for me and this was the first instance that I remember. I could feel the pleasure growing as I continued to grind against her. All of a sudden I felt a rush of intense pleasure course through me as I started cumming in my shorts while groaning into her mouth. I’m sure my orgasm felt much better to me than it looked or sounded to her, but I eventually pulled myself together and slowed my grinding. (*It shows my naivety to confess I had no idea he had just creamed his pants. I had experimented with my own body but never with another person).* In those days, it was at that point when our makeout sessions would end. Sometimes I would end up going home to change out of my clothes. Other times I would just go to the bathroom and clean myself up the best I could. In this case, having been our first such experience, I hastily got up and made an excuse to go home.
Dry hump sessions like these would become the new normal until I was able to convince her to try her hand at something else. *(Nice).*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m0o2si/our_first_dry_humping_experience_mf26