The first blowjob (19F/M)

I recently discussed my sex history with one of my partners. He suggested that I should write the more interesting ones up and post them here.

Over a decade ago, when I was maybe 19-20, I was in a relationship with a cute and funny nerd who I very much enjoy describing as a "Good Catholic boy." Last I heard from him and saw him, he still at least appears this way. He was a mix of German, Scottish and a bit of Irish, tall, dark blonde/brown hair depending on how much time he spent in the sun, and cute in that charming boyish way. We weren't very sexual to start due to my being raised as a repressed Asian who had to act very prim and proper, and he was nervous of scaring off his first girlfriend. To give you an idea as to how proper I acted and how nervous he was of scaring me off, during our very first date, I politely ASKED for my first kiss. "May I kiss you, Chris?"

While he was away for his freshman year, we'd use AIM/ICQ/MSN messenger (Ahhh, old tech!) to keep in touch, and I'd email him these teeny tiny webcam photos of me because smartphones weren’t a thing yet. They were completely chaste too, maybe a bit of a bared shoulder because I was still very afraid of admitting to any sexual feelings. Thanks to having horrifically insane tiger parents, even that took a lot of courage because I was probably convinced the webcam would either report on me to the government department that monitored people's virginity, or find a way to give me herpes as punishment and then report directly to my parents so they could ship me off to whatever home country to slave away in the Nike Shoe Factory as their favorite threat went.

One time on the phone, I just cracked. I admitted to Chris I owned a vibrator and a dildo. He acted cool about that, but I decided to push his own buttons. There's no way he could be that pure in mind. I was right; he kept cursing under his breath while I masturbated myself to orgasm while on the phone with him, moaning his name and everything.

When he came back for the summer, I was working in a family friend's little mom and pop rental store to help cover the cost of my college books. I wasn’t expecting him to be in town until the evening. He pulled up in the Oldsmobile car that he paid for with his own money (I know it's a piece of shit car, but you gotta love the older cars with the spacious back seats and the front seat with the middle console that folds up… but that's a whole separate story) and came in, surprising the hell out of me.

I was an hour into my shift. I was the only one who worked there as the owners would come in later closer to closing, and between 1-3pm, things were always dead. Unfortunately it was only noon. He came around the desk area and I kissed him hard, told him how much I missed him, and we talked.

There's a chair hidden behind one of the check out desks to do inventory and paperwork crap that's generally hidden from view. Conveniently located there was a Nintendo Gamecube and a TV. Typically around that time, I'd sit down there, whip out a vibrator or dildo, and go to town. (There were no security cams. The owners were cheap, and I had checked.) Instead, he was there, so between customers that came in (thank you ringing doorbell), I'd saunter over, straddle his waist and make out with him, forcing him to put down the controller and stop playing Smash Bros.

When 1pm hit, I shut the blinds of the shop, closed the door, and put up the "Be back in [15/20/30] mins" sign which was normally reserved for either restroom, lunch or an office resupply trip. I was extremely paranoid, so I dragged him into what was the "office" and flipped on the flickering overhead light. The rental shop used to be a grocery/butcher shop. The large walk-in freezer/fridge had been busted for years when the previous owner had it, so it was now a secondary office and storage area minus a door because one of the owner’s grandsons had locked himself in there as a joke some years back.

We made out as hard as two inexperienced virgins could. He had unzipped my dress and tugged down the straps so he could access my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. I was grabbing at his hair, telling him how much I had missed him. With my breasts hanging out out of my dress, I sank to my knees on the dry and rotted wood floor of the walk-in freezer and asked him "Would you take your cock out? I want to see it."

He unbuckled and unzipped his jeans pretty fast. I barely looked at it before getting my lips around the head. His cock was soft to start, and it surprised me that it wasn't bigger. I was used to a playgirl magazine my best friend had gifted me with when I turned 18. (She and I were very close and we both went to an all-girl Catholic school. Again… that has its own stories which I’ll save for another day.) I expected penis to look a certain way, and be capable of stabbing my eye out based on the research material I had been given and seen. I was kind of relieved because the smaller size meant it was easier to manage and all those stories I had read about "gag reflexes" and your mouth, jaw, and neck getting tired was probably a boogey man or old wives' tale.

And then he started to get hard, and I had to keep my mouth and tongue moving.

Like the time I had got myself off on the phone with him, he started rapidly whispering "Oh god". I remember feeling intoxicated by the smell of him, and relishing the crisp and coarse pubic hairs that tickled my nostrils while I bobbed my head up and down his cock. I could taste his precome, and while the taste was foreign to me, I wanted more. And while I regularly fantasized about being bent over one of the boxes and letting him take me when I was bored at work, it felt more urgent for me to be on my knees in front of him with his cock in my mouth. I was practically giddy and high from having him this aroused, and feeling that his full concentration was on what my lips and tongue were doing to him.

At some point he told me to scratch at his balls. I experimented with that, and I noticed that he would groan or thrust his hips forward the less pressure I used. Too much pressure though, and and I'd feel him withdraw. So, ever so lightly, I'd scratch at them, barely any pressure, feeling the curious texture and how it was changing.

His moans got louder as I scratched him, toyed with his pubes, and laved his cock with my tongue and mouth. He suddenly made a hissing sound followed by loud groans, and I felt him spurt into my mouth. It caught me by surprise, more so when his fingers tangled into my hair and held me there as he came. I remember being shocked by the texture, the taste and the amount as some of it slid down my throat.

When he released my hair, I reflexively spat what little remained of it on the wood floor. He whispered my name lovingly, told me how good that felt, and that he had not expected a homecoming welcome like that, and that he loved me. But then he was startled because it looked like I had been crying. (My eyes watered up when he had came, and I had struggled a bit against him.)

I waved it off, told him it tasted a bit like burning, but returned the same sentiment that I loved him as well. He looked apologetic and started to say something, but I guided his fingers to under my skirt/dress hem where I had soaked through my cotton panties. He looked at me in awe, and I told him we'd have to wait until later.

He stayed for a little while longer before driving off.

Note: I won't be sharing the story of how I lost my virginity later that evening. It's not at all titillating and involves a lot teenage drama and thoughtlessness.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3u7qus/the_first_blowjob_19fm