This story is based on true things, but names and some details have been altered to protect privacy and romanticize things a bit. This is a story about my high school gf and I (both 18) slowly exploring each other and eventually building up to our first blowjob. The fun is in the journey… I hope it’s enjoyable!
It was a warm evening, in the summer between high school and college. My girlfriend, Mariana, and I had grabbed dinner and I was driving her home, but on the way we turned off the usual route and parked at this spot where the road ended just before a steep drop, overlooking the highway and the countryside. The nearly-full moon hung just over the horizon, a hazy yellow color. The sky was that shade of blue it gets when the sun has gone down but the light hasn’t faded yet. We both loved the sky and took a moment to soak in the view of it all. This was our usual make-out spot, but we had never caught it looking this beautiful. I looked over at her and let my hands slip down slowly off of the steering wheel. She looked at me and bit her lower lip. Within seconds we had climbed into the back of the seat, thrown off each others glasses, and embraced with our lips.
Mariana was a Latina girl, with wide hips and curves, yet not at all fat. As though a ‘perfect’ hourglass shape had been widened, but retained its perfection. Her short brown hair flowed off of her head like a perpetually crashing wave, and her brown eyes looked into mine with a depth I had never known before. I sat in the back seat, her wide thighs straddling my lap and her tits trying their best to draw my gaze from inside her tight, buttoned shirt. Perhaps the hottest thing was the way she breathed as I ran my hands along her figure, a quivering gasp every time I touched her in a way she enjoyed. I found my way up to her upper waist and went a little higher. She pulled back slightly and smiled.
“Ooh, where you goin’ with those?” She asked me through a grin.
“Oh, just exploring a little,” I replied through a smirk. Staring into my eyes, she pushed away my hands and started to unbutton her shirt. One button at a time. She liked to tease me with buttons- we had a running (flirty) argument regarding zippers vs buttons, where I would insist zippers were superior by virtue of efficiency, and she would counter with how cute buttons are. After popping out the second button in a dramatic fashion, she smirked and said,
“Don’t you just love these buttons?” It took some pretty severe restraint for me not to tear all of the buttons open in one move, but I knew this was one of her favorite shirts, so I had to let her have her fun. With each button popped open, I got harder inside my thin shorts. The harder I got, the slower she would open, and the more agonizingly electric it got. Finally, she finished the last button, and unclasped her bra behind her. As her shirt and bra fell away, she looked straight into my eyes with a smile. “Take your fill.”
Mind you, this girl was my first kiss, and I still hadn’t seen under her shirt before this point. But after that agony I was keen to let her know she wasn’t the only one who could play games. I kept my eyes locked in hers and responded, “But your eyes are so mesmerizing.”
This was clearly too much for her as she closed her eyes and began to grind herself on my now raging erection. I took this chance to take my fill as she instructed, watching her breasts move back and forth as she dragged her hips over mine. I took them both between my hands and began to kiss my way down her neck and find them with lips. Her skin was incredibly soft, and it felt amazing to fully experience what had been pent up inside her tight shirt for so long.
Always the tease, Mariana chose this moment to slide off my lap and sit next to me, with her thighs still draped over my lap. We went back to making out, but my hands did not stop exploring. I ran my fingers down her back and the sides of her waist while we kissed, and felt her squirm against me as I pressed my fingers lightly around her sides. Feeling adventurous, I moved lower, tucking several of my fingers just barely into the front of her shorts. I stopped there and waited, looking into her eyes again. She bit her lower lip in a smile and nodded approval. After unbuttoning them and slowly tugging down the zipper (naturally with a teasing comment of my own), I slipped my fingers further, into her shorts. I found what felt like a hole, and started to rub it.
“Nope nope, wrong hole,” she squeaked. This was all new territory for me. Blushing, I pulled back a little, but then I found a soft pocket of wetness that I had somehow missed before. Mariana smiled and giggled a little as I slipped my fingers inside her. As I explored her I found a small bump above her opening, and as I rubbed over it with my thumb she jumped slightly and smiled brighter than I had ever seen. *This must be her clit*, I thought to myself. I moved most of my attention here and began rubbing, gently, over it. She started to groan and press herself into my hand, so I pressed harder and began to rub faster. At this point she screamed, loudly enough that I was startled and asked if she was alright. She nodded quickly and grabbed my wrist to press my hand more firmly into her, so I took this as a cue to keep rubbing her quickly. After a while doing this, she pulled my hand up out of her shorts and kissed me.
“I can’t believe we’ve already gotten to third base,” she remarked. We were both pretty innocent throughout high school, and this was definitely the only sexual contact either of us had gotten at this point. However, I was pretty sure this was not third base.
“Hold on, I thought mouths had to get involved for it to be third base,” I replied.
“No, no, that’s fourth base!”
“Is it? I thought fourth base was sex?” I mused.
“Oral sex is sex,” she retorted.
“No, first base is kissing, second base is hands getting frisky, third base is oral, and fourth is sex!”
“Nuh-uh! First base is this,” she kissed me. “Second base is this,” she placed my hands on her soft breasts. “Third base is this,” she wrapped her fingers around my still raging hard-on, through my still thin shorts. “And fourth base, well…” she winked at me.
“Fourth base?” I grinned. She bit her lower lip yet again and began to kiss her way down my chest, all the while her hand still wrapped around the tent that had formed in my lap. She tugged at my shorts, freeing me, and before I could make another baseball metaphor her lips were wrapped around my cock.
“Oh wow,” I exclaimed. I had never felt anything like this before. With her hand wrapped around the base of my member, she took the head into her mouth and began to bob on it. The feeling of saliva dripping down me, her lips on my shaft while her tongue glided over the head was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt. A mouth is so much softer than a hand, and her luscious lips surrounded me so perfectly that I felt as though mouths and cocks must have been designed for exactly this purpose. Smooth, wet perfection enclosed my cock from all sides, and became a sensation that spread throughout my entire body. And then she pulled herself back up.
Staring into my eyes, she asserted, “This is fourth base.” I gasped as she pulled her hand up over the head of my cock and slid it slowly back down. I was not about to argue.
She took me into her mouth again, and this time I began to take in more details of the moment. I could hear the sound of her mouth shifting as she ran me in and out of it. I ran my fingers through her hair, never pushing her, but trying to express what this felt like.
“Do you want.. do you want me to finish? And to warn you?” I asked between gasps.
“I’ll take it as it comes,” she answered, breathing over my cock without even looking back up at me. This answer has to this day been the hottest moment of my sexual life.
Mariana, however, was not getting to this endgame yet. She took time to lick me, up and down, and stroke me with her hand which had been around me this entire time to limit her depth. Her other hand clasped my balls, too tightly at first, but she relaxed after I recoiled. The combination of one hand cupping my balls, one around my base, and her mouth bobbing on top of me was too much for me to deal with.
“I’m… I’M-“ was all I could get out as semen built up inside my cock. Now, I’m quite familiar with my own orgasms, but in Mariana’s mouth I ascended to a higher plane of existence. Everything that happened after this point was involuntary- my lungs gasped, my thighs pressed together, my hands clasped into her body, all of their own accord, as my seed shot out into her throat. I’m used to feeling the individual shots, but as she continued to bob and suck, all I could feel was pure ecstasy and white noise. And even then she kept going- I had to pull her off of me so that I could collapse back into the seat and come back down to Earth. She smiled at me, my load still visible in her mouth.
“So I guess you enjoyed yourself, huh?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8ila11/covering_the_bases_mffirsttime