This is a true story, my story, embellished and simplified for the sake of the writing.
Everyone expects to lose their virginity as a teenager. I actually didn’t; I didn’t push it. I had reserved parents, was nerdy and cripplingly shy, the opposite of what I am now. Hell, I didn’t go on a first date till I was 19 (it was a disaster) and didn’t get a girlfriend till I was 21. And by mean get, I mean she said, “We should date.”
She was 19, Greek, curvaceous, fair skinned, had light green eyes and curly brunette hair, which she would straighten for me because she knew I liked it that way. She loved all things Japanese and treated me well and I, as much as I could as an inexperienced guy, reciprocated.
That day, I showed up at the flat she shared with her sister. I waited in her room while she got changed. She emerged wearing a floral black and white dress. It started with a date, she found a Japanese restaurant serving okonomiyaki for us. FYI, if anyone reading this knows of a good okonomiyaki restaurant in London, I’ll buy you said okonomiyaki in thanks for helping me rediscover a milestone from my youth.
We got back to her place, her sister was gone. And that’s when it happened.
Not like you’d expect. We didn’t kiss, strip and have sex after a discussion about the merits of losing our virginities. There was none of that.
What did she say? She told me her fingers ached. She was lying back on the bed so I took her hands in mine. Starting with her right hand, I massaged her fingers with small circles of my own. I didn’t know what I was doing but she sighed in relief.
Wordlessly, my fingers moved to her palms, massaging steadily. She closed her eyes and leaned back, sighing her assent.
My fingers went from moving in circles to long strokes up and down her arms, squeezing her smooth skin. As my fingers reached her shoulders and neck, I leaned in and kissed her.
I massaged the knots out of her shoulders as she breathed steadily. “That feels good,” she said softly.
“Want me to do your back?” I asked, my fingers pressing into her shoulders and neck with increasing strength.
Her eyes opened lazily and she rolled over to her front, smiling. She propped her head on her hands as I straddled the back of her thighs. I rubbed down her back, palms working along the back of her dress and concentrating on her shoulder blades, then spine, her lower back and finally her flanks.
She propped herself up, pulled the zipper down on her side. Without a sound, I pulled her dress down around her hips and ass exposing her strapless bra.
I massaged her back again to her sighs, focusing on her shoulders again before down the valley of her spine. She pulled her arms behind her back and unhooked the clasp, then pulled the bra away.
I was turned on, I had never gotten this far with a girl. And I guessed, incorrectly I later found out, this was as far as she had gotten too. Neither of us wanted to break the silence and ruin the moment.
Her back was taught. She was a rower, her core muscles were hard under my fingers. She let out a soft moan.
I turned, straddling her the other way. She gasped in delight as I started to massage the arches and balls of her feet. I felt her relax even further as I focused on each foot in turn.
My fingers glided up her shapely calves. She brought her feet up to help me.
I gulped. I knew what was next and she did too. My hands slipped around her thigh and I pressed up, under the hem of the dress still around her. Each stroke got closer and closer. She spread her legs to accommodate me, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. I moved to the other thigh, repeating the process. My hands brushed against her underwear and I pulled back nervously once her breath hitched.
I paused, unsure. She broke the silence, “Take my dress off.” I still hesitated but, my heart beating, I relented. I pulled the dress down and off her body. I gulped and placed my hands on her ass.
She gasped as I made contact. I squeezed, kneading her flesh. Her cheeks were full, supple and her breathing became heavy as I rubbed her down.
Hesitantly, after an age, I tapped her thigh. She understood the request and turned over eagerly. It took a giant effort of will to keep contact with her eyes that were watching mine.
I brushed my fingers along her hips and the flat of her stomach. I purposefully went lightly, I didn’t want to press into her abs as I couldn’t imagine that would be comfortable.
Admittedly I also wanted to hurry through that part for what was next. She was biting her lip as my hands slid up her front, fingers on her flanks and thumbs meeting on her sternum.
She gasped as I finally cupped both her breasts. My hands rotated slightly and my fingers met my thumb, squeezing softly. I pulled my hands back, fingers brushing along the curve of her breasts to pinch and pull her nipples up. I watched fascinated as they fell back, her chest falling and rising with heavy breaths. My palms met the tender flesh again and I pressed up, leaning down to kiss her again.
I leaned forward, kissing her again. She kissed me back, urgently. Her hands found my shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it off me quickly. My jeans came apart next, quickly, and I found space between her legs to pull them off.
She and I were in just in underwear, my body pressed against her. I kissed down her neck as she arched her spine and found a nipple as my arms wrapped around the small of her back. She groaned and gripped the sheets as I sucked it into my mouth, not knowing what I was doing.
She pushed my head down. Though I expected she was a virgin, she was more experienced and knew what she wanted. I got her meaning, kissing over her stomach. My fingers found her underwear and I set back on my heels as I peeled it off her.
I looked at her sex, the lips puffy and wet. I studied her. She watched me nervously. I lean forward and her fingers found my hair.
I kissed her labia, exploring. Her breath hitched with every one. My tongue tentatively licked outside. I didn’t know what I was doing, but when my tongue slipped into her folds and drifted up and she moaned I knew I had found somewhere special. My tongue explored and I searched again with it, she moaned again. I soon found the source, a harder bundle in amongst her lips. Each flick of my tongue against elicited a moan and I kept going, alternating between left, right and circles with my tongue before settling on up and down motions as that got me the greatest response.
She pulled me up, panting. Her fingers slipped into my shorts and I gasped when her fingers found my cock. She sighed and opened her eyes, loving how hard I was. She pulled on my shorts, exposing me to her eyes.
I waited nervously. I gave her a look and she nodded, eyes fixed on mine. I turned to my jeans and pulled out a condom I had been carrying for an age, hands trembling as it tore open the packet and slipped it over me. She watched me with eager eyes. Ready, she gripped my cock lightly and pulled me towards her, resting the tip on her sex.
I pressed with my hips slowly. She gasped and her hands went around my neck, holding on to me. My arms pressed in to the bed just above her shoulders.
I didn’t feel it at first, so I pressed harder and felt something wet and tight around the head of my cock. She closed her eyes and gave a start, “slow… please…”
I held myself, waiting. She opened her eyes and gripped my hips and pulled me into her. I slowly inched myself into her as she nodded at me. It felt incredible, feeling something warm, wet and tight glide over my cock. She let out a deep groan as I finally pressed in as far as I could.
I paused and we lay there, panting. I kissed her before pulling back. I can’t describe how good it felt sliding back out of her. I could feel her gripping along the curve of my shaft. I pressed in again slower, as slow as the first time.
She began to whimper and her formerly tense legs relaxed. Her fingernails dug into me with greater strength and she began to set my pace, agonizingly slowly.
I kissed her as much as I could, loving her hands on my body and soon her legs were squeezing against me. In hindsight her control and pace were probably the reason why I didn’t selfishly indulge myself and cum. I thought it was her first time too and I wanted her to enjoy it but I might not have been able to control myself.
Pants became moans. It was too much to bare, I felt myself building up. She was building my speed, guiding my hips and moaning with every stroke. I buried myself in the crook of her neck and wrapped my arms around the small of her back, holding her tight. I thought that would distract me for the intense pleasure emanating from my cock, instead it was worse. I felt every muscle in her body move, and heard her increasingly frequent whimpers and pants in my ear.
I broke my awestruck silence finally, I had to share what I was experiencing, “You feel incredible… you’re so… so tight… so warm…” Her moans get louder and she began to grind against me as I held her close. I continued, sensing she was enjoying what I said, “I can feel you pulling back on me… squeezing me…”
I didn’t expect it and I don’t think she did it. She held her breath as her body tensed and then released, her arms and legs squeezing me as it washed over. I didn’t know what to do, so I stopped and just let her… cum. I loved feeling it all.
She finally opened her eyes and kissed me in relief, caressing my face. Her arms rested around my shoulders and my neck. My cock throbbed, impatient and waiting. I began to move, thrusting slowly but with long strokes against my shaft. She let me, just holding me without guiding me.
My satisfaction came quickly when I had my own control. It felt… intense. My cock tensed, more than ever before, and finally released into her. I could feel my orgasm in my abs, in my balls. My mouth was wide and she pulled me in for a kiss as my orgasm went on.
Finally I gasped for air, gripping her body tight. My cock throbbed with the end of the orgasm. My left side tingled, numb, as she kiss and bit my neck. I lay on top of her spent, not knowing what to do.
Eventually I pulled out of her, rolling back on to the bed. We pulled a blanket over us, suddenly and bashfully aware of our nudity in the afternoon. She covered her face in her hands, eventually looking at me through her fingers. She smiled and then laughed when our eyes met. We kissed.
For us, it was sweet and tender. It built over the course of an hour long massage and our first time was slow and lasted an age. We didn’t suffer a broken heart after, we dated for a while and explored and experimented our bodies with each other. Speaking to her long after, after we came to an end, she told me how she came and didn’t expect to. How she expected pain and didn’t experience it. And I shared again how incredible and memorable it was.
That’s my story. What’s yours?
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/98392b/mf_the_first_experience