When I was a Junior in high school, one of my closest friends moved away. Apparently, he’d been interested in me for quite some time, but I was completely oblivious to the fact. This was normal for me and had nothing to do with him. For whatever reason, I never picked up on those sorts of things. It was probably because usually I just wasn’t interested in things going any further with anyone. Dating, romance, and especially sex were just not things that were on my to-do list. He was a little bit of a goofball and was too nervous to actually tell me how he felt before he left. I was shy, quiet, awkward, and nerdy. Sure, he was my friend, but I didn’t think we had enough in common for a relationship to even be seriously considered.
Everything changed a few years later when he told me he’d joined the Navy. He was going to be gone soon, and for a very long time. That simple fact made me want him closer. I had finally at some point realized that I did have an interest in him when we were in school together, but dismissed it since I had never dated and he had shown no signs of wanting anything more anyway. I guess the realization that he was leaving also pushed him to finally tell me how he felt. I don’t recall the exact conversation anymore, but I do remember it being clumsy and awkward on both ends.
Somehow, we got through the conversation and set a couple days to hang out one last time. I hadn’t expected more than some pathetic attempts at flirting on my part and wasn’t really sure what to expect from him. Whatever happened, I wanted to look good. Throughout high school, I had worn plain, baggy, boring clothing. The intent wasn’t really to hide, but it did make it nearly impossible to tell what kind of figure, if I even had one, might be underneath. He hadn’t seen the newer additions to my wardrobe so anything would be a nice surprise for him. I chose a green, low-cut v-neck that complemented my build and a tight black pair of form fitting pants I thought he’d like. Confidence like I’ve never had welled up as I headed out to meet him. The plan was to come back to my place and spend the day hanging out; maybe play some video games. Simple stuff.
Unfortunately, we wouldn’t get much time alone before my roommate returned from work. Because of this, and the fact that my expectations had been totally wrong, things got a little heated and we had no way to follow through with any of the playful teasing. While we had been alone, somehow the nervous game started while I was sitting in his lap. I had been trying to behave (mostly), but at that point, I had to challenge him. Touching through my clothing still, he slowly moved his hand to my chest. I smirked as flirtatiously as I could manage. “I really thought that would have done it,” he laughed, “It was so easy to make you uncomfortable in school.” I think I giggled in response, as if daring him to keep going. This time he went for my lower back underneath the thin shirt I’d put on for him. His hand slid upward, playing with my bra a little, then retreating to my side. I felt my pulse quicken and hoped he wouldn’t notice. His hand began to move with more purpose. He was back at my chest now; over the bra, under the shirt. Nope. Still not nervous. He looked surprised, but not wanting to lose, he moved my bra out of the way and made his move. It was that exact moment that I realized I wanted him more than I ever thought I would. I also remembered that there was nothing I could do. Nothing at all. My roommate would be there at any moment. This type of thing right in the middle of the living room was already taking a risk at being caught. Unfortunately, he had to leave shortly after. He had plans to say goodbye to family that night I think. Watching him walk through the door, all I could do was try to push the lingering images of “what-ifs” out of my mind.
Several, several months went by and the sexual tension continued to build. He was a sailor, which I kind of had a thing for if I’m being honest, and he was a virgin. Deep down there was a part of me that was very turned on to be the one taking his “innocence.” Everything would be new for him. Everything would be exciting. I would be the first. I would be the one anyone else would have to match up to. I could show him all sorts of fun things. Yes, I think I really got off on that idea. I wanted to be the teacher helping the little military boy become a military man.
Finally, it was almost time for his Christmas leave. He said he wanted to see me and I wanted to do much more than see him. Conveniently, his family was going to be out of state until a couple days after he had been in town. He needed a place to stay and I happened to be living on my own now. It goes without saying, I invited him to stay with me. The wait until it was actually time for him to come home was terrible. I found myself almost constantly horny, thinking of all the scenarios we might end up in. When it finally came time to pick him up from the airport, I was pleasantly surprised to see the changes that had come with him. I had never really thought of him as being out of shape, but damn did he look good now. The dog tags were definitely a turn on for me. As soon as I saw them, I knew I had to be wearing them by the time I got him into my bed. Something told me he’d enjoy it too.
Somehow, I managed to persuade him to let me wear the tags. I think lots of giggling was involved in the process. I wore them around for a little while, keeping them under my shirt to keep the image from getting boring. At first, we just hung out like normal. Catching up was nice, but both of us had been thinking about the bedroom.
When I finally took my shirt off, he was definitely happy with the view (dog tags included). The chain around my neck was long and left the tags dangling right between my perky breasts. There was a lot of teasing on both parts. Smiling, giggling, and suggestive banter darted back and forth between the two of us. Jolts of electrifying energy jumped between us. It somehow became an unspoken game to see who could keep their cool longest and who would end up begging for the other person to let them have it. One person would kiss the other, then move to other areas, like their neck or collar bone. Then the other would try to do better, incorporating the use of their hands while they kissed. I climbed over him slowly, sitting on him as I would if I were going to ride him, and started grinding lightly, making sure to flash a confident smile his way for just a brief moment. I could tell he wanted me to be doing more, so I leaned forward and began lightly sucking at his neck, still rolling my hips against him. He was smiling when I sat up and dared him to do better. My cockiness got me flipped onto my back to remind me my place. He kissed down along the side of my stomach, pausing at my panties, then continued to the inside of my thigh before coming back up. He kissed through my panties, something I hadn’t told him would drive me wild in any of our previous conversations, and then removed them altogether. His tongue felt amazing. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before,” I asked him. “Never,” he replied genuinely, “Why?” I could tell he was worried that I was making fun of him now. “Because,” I answered, “You’re.. just, wow. I really can’t tell. It feels so good.” *Frick. I just lost. How could I lose to someone who’s never done any of this before? I’m pathetic.*
Next, he pulled himself on top of me. The warmth of his body against mine was spreading through me like a fire had been started. My temperature must have risen significantly in “the heat of the moment” because suddenly things had gotten hot. I pushed my waist towards him, attempting to signal that I was ready. He took the hint and inserted himself quickly. He paused for a moment, taking the experience in, and I stifled a giggle. It was adorable to me, and surprisingly sexy. Again, I was surprised by his ability here. If I hadn’t known better, I never would have believed that prior to that exact moment he was a virgin. Damn did he feel good inside me. He was bigger than I had expected him to be. I gently scratched at his back, wanting to do more, but holding back to see how he would react before I really let go. He seemed to enjoy it, so I let myself dig in a little harder. He definitely liked that. After a little while, we switched and I found myself on top. Time to put on a show. If I was going to be his first, I was going to make it as memorable and amazing for him as I could manage. Normally, I’m very shy about sex. I like the lights off and I like to let them make all the moves while I *politely* enjoy the moment. This time, the lights were on. I was grinning, talking dirty, moving in ways I knew would flatter my appearance, and making a point to let any urges to grab my breasts or his anything slip through unfiltered. When I knew we were getting close to being done, I slowed down, pulled my mouth close to his ear, and whispered, “You wanna know how to really make me scream?” I let a soft chuckle tickle his ear. It was almost as if I could feel his dick get even harder while he was still inside of me. Eagerly, he asked what I meant, so again I whispered to him, this time saying, “Do me from behind. Doggy style.”
Without hesitation, he pulled out, turned me around, and pushed himself into carefully into my pussy. I moaned, running my fingers through my hair in anticipation. I could tell already this was going to be good. He started thrusting. The longer he kept going, the more I moaned, and the more my fingers clenched the pillow I had stuffed my face into out of necessity. If I screamed any louder, someone might call the police and I definitely did **not** want to be interrupted right now. I tried to hold in the moans long enough to tell him I wanted it harder, but barely gasped out some sort of gibberish instead. He must have realized what I was trying to say because next thing I know, he’s really going at me. My back arched and my hands dug into the pillow again, crushing it into a ball. “Oh god,” I screamed, muffled by the pillow. “Don’t stop,” I continued between breaths. He picked up the pace and I let out one final scream of pleasure as I orgasmed. Almost simultaneously, he came, then slowly pulled out. We were both worn out, but still smiling. I curled up next to him as he collapsed onto my bed. “That. was. great,” I murmured. He sighed, then, through a crooked smile, he chuckled out, “Yea, it was.”
I actually have those tags to this day. [;)](https://imgur.com/a/e7f6W)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8acuma/the_virgins_dog_tags_fmpic
Very sexy story.
So hot. Thank you
So sexy! I could totally visualize it