Our First Blowjob [MF]

Ellie and I were both Christians when we met at freshman orientation, and our views matched that. We didn’t believe in sex before marriage, and repressed any and all sexual urges for the first few months of our relationship. This story takes place when those barriers started to break down. We had made out for the first time, touched each other over clothes, then under, and had finally seen each other naked for the first time. Every step we made was followed by four backwards; we were racked with shame and guilt for a while until that finally subsided and we realized how good and loving it felt to be bonded together through sexual exploration. 

For reference, Ellie was a New York 9 and I was an Indiana 7. Don’t ask me how she fell for me; I’m still wondering that to this day. She had short brown hair, small lips and a big smile, and her body was perfect to me. Wide hips, small breasts set against a tight runner’s body. Whether she was on her knees, bent over the kitchen counter, or shaking under you with her legs locked around your waist; she looked good from all angles.

A cold February evening, when we were both 19, we pulled into the parking lot of a movie theater a few minutes before the movie was about to begin. And as we pulled in, I put my hand on Ellie’s thigh in a comforting way. She shifted uncomfortably. I couldn’t figure out why until she bit her lip, took my hand, and pulled it closer to the fork in her legs. When you’re repressed and sexually frustrated, even the smallest touch can set you off.

“I need you to park,” she said, gesturing to the empty half of the parking lot furthest from the theater. It was snowing pretty heavily, so almost no one was out and about seeing movies at their leisure. Ellie wanted to use this to her advantage.

“We’ll be late to the movie,” I said.

Ellie took my hand and slid it down the front of her pants while she leaned back in her chair. My fingers slid across the smooth, pale skin of her belly, through the short brown hair that used to be the point I couldn’t cross, and then down to feel the dripping wet folds of her most sensitive spot. She gave me a look like “So what?” So, yeah, I parked.

Ellie unbuttoned her jeans to give me easier access, and she swiveled around lean on me while I fingered her pussy. We made out at a neck-breaking angle, but we stomached the pain. This was an act of pure lust, sure, but it was also an act of pure love. We needed to be kissing. Ellie’s hips bucked into me, practically begging me to slip my fingers inside (by this point, we were holding back on that, too, and her body was starving for it). Her left foot up on the dashboard, her legs were spread as much as her jeans would allow. We were the only ones in the parking lot, so she felt perfectly comfortable moaning. It was the moan of a girl who knew she shouldn’t be doing this but needed it anyway.

Ellie was spectacular; she could cum almost instantly. No girl since her has ever been this sexual, this easy (not that I have any problem working for it). But Ellie came after about two minutes of circling her clit. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, like a seizure, as her hips bucked into my hand and her legs kicked into whatever was near. Eventually, everything slowed down but her breathing, which was heavy and exasperated. She threw a hand around the back of my head and pulled me into a heavy, sloppy kiss.

“That was amazing.” Everything was amazing back then, when it was all so new and dirty and exciting. Knowing that now makes it a little silly, looking back. Fingering a girl in the parking lot doesn’t seem nearly as amazing as most stories on here, but for us, it was everything.

I started to say that we needed to get going, but Ellie wasn’t done. She flipped over and immediately reached to undo my belt. She didn’t say a word as she pulled my cock from my boxers and began to stroke it. I was her first ever, and this was only about the fourth time she had seen it, so her big brown eyes still looked at me like I was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. She began to stroke my cock with a passion, loving the feeling of my body in her hands. This was new to me, too, so I knew I wouldn’t last much longer if the hottest girl in the world didn’t stop touching me just inches from her face. I had never gotten a blowjob, and I wanted one from her more than anything at that moment.

“What if I cum? I don’t have any napkins, or…”

She looked up to me with love and lust and said, “I’ll just have to lick it up.”

This sent me over the edge immediately. I came all over her hands, but she kept stroking, in awe of my body and it’s functions.

And then, as promised, she put me in her mouth. For the first time in my life, I felt the warm wetness of a woman’s mouth. Objectively speaking, with both of us being as inexperienced as we were, it was probably the worst blowjob ever. But my best friend had wrapped her lips around my cock, so I was in heaven. She licked up every drop of my cum, starting an addiction that would last the rest of our relationship and probably persists with her fiancé to this day. I had thought about her tongue swirling around my cock since the first time we met, and now it was finally happening. 

She bobbed up and down around my cock, trying to find a rhythm. Then, she took her hand and placed it right below her lips, so the wetness of her mouth would be met with the tightness of her grip. She groaned in pleasure as she took as much of me as she could into her mouth. Ellie always had great instincts.

Almost immediately, I grabbed a tuft of her hair and moaned… and then I came again into her mouth. This is the only time in my life that I’ve ever cum twice within two minutes of each other. And it was amazing. My cock still in the back of her throat, she swallowed everything she could before finally sliding off, strings of cum still sticking to her mouth.

For most of our relationship, every time we’d try something new— touching each other over clothes, and then under, and then seeing each other naked— it was always followed by a wave of guilt and the repetition of a “We’re never going to do that again” mantra. But this time, for the first time, Ellie leaned back, my cum still glistening on her lips, and she said, “I can’t wait to do that again. And next time… it’s my turn.”

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