A little secret [FM]

Hey y’all,

This is a short little thing that I’m sharing for the first time about my first time. I am not a writer, by any stretch of the imagination. Feel free to PM me with any suggestions you have to become better, since I think I want to post more stories about our experiences together. I’ve never shared this with anyone before, so I’m eager to now.

Additionally, I want to preface this by saying that I was raised in a very, very conservative home—like no sex until marriage, even looking at another person with lust is a sin. This dramatically impacted my relationship to men, especially ones that I found attractive.

I met Sam in a humanities class that I was taking my freshman year of college, and (embarrassingly enough) I was immediately drawn to him. He was tall, at least in comparison to me, maybe 6 foot, strong, and handsome. But really caught my eye was the dress blues (ROTC at the university). We clicked instantly, started casually flirting, hanging out, talking all the time and about everything and studying at each other’s places late at night. Obviously, I thought he was hot, but I also liked who he was as a person, so I didn’t do anything particularly forward, so I didn’t ruin anything.

One night in particular, we were studying at his apartment. I was a frazzled mess because of our big midterm exam and I was sitting at the kitchen table, notes spread out everywhere, with a thousand pens spread out. I picked one up and put just the cap up to my mouth and held it between my front teeth while I thought and worked. I didn’t notice Sam move closer to me until he called my name, his face very close to mine. He flashed me a smile (panty-dropping, in retrospect) and took the pen cap out of my mouth with his teeth, just brushing my lips with his in the process. I sat there, stunned for a second, my mouth still slightly parted. But I knew it was game on and started to be bold because of it.

I leaned forward halfway, wanting to make sure I was reading the situation correctly, only to be met with a strong, firm kiss and a hand grabbing at my hair in its ponytail. My breath immediately left me in the hot and heavy moment. I was still a virgin, having just turned 18 before school started, so I was completely unsure in the new territory I just entered. I leaned over some more, nearly out of my own chair and slipped my fingers below the olive green workout shirt he was wearing, feeling warm skin meet my cold fingers. I squeaked at the contact and he laughed, a smirk on his face as he looked at the flush on my face. Then with the sexiest grunt I have ever heard, Sam picked me up out of my chair and stood up, carrying me back to a part of the apartment I had never been. Out of instinct, my legs wrapped tight around his hips and then I felt…it… The Catholic school virgin in me almost choked on my own tongue, but I guess it came out more as a moan because it seemed to spur his efforts moving down the hall and kissing me faster.

He dropped me on the bed and I bounced back up on the mattress with a satisfied spring. He took off his shirt, moving toward me like I was prey. My breath caught in my throat again as he told me in that deep, commanding and so sexy voice, “come here, now.” That did me in, and I moved closer to allow his to undress me and lay me back down on the bed carefully, a strange change from the gruffness and dominance that he had before.

He started kissing and sucking down my naked body, and I was in a whole other world. I was making little whining sounds trying to keep myself quiet, hoping there was no one else home to hear me. I was doing everything in my power to focus on what was going on and trying not to squirm around too much. His mouth was everywhere but where I wanted it, and his hands were in all the same places—on my thighs, the backs of my knees, the bottom of my stomach, my hips. But the minute his tongue touched my clit, I went completely cross-eyed with pleasure, moaning so loudly everyone in the house definitely heard me, a reaction that immediately made me start giggling and pushing him away from me with my feet. He moved up my body, nuzzling my ear as he whispered, “what’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I responded back. “It just felt really good.” “Then why stop?” he asked, staring straight into my eyes. He pushed his hip towards mine, and my extremely sensitive pussy, causing me to moan out an “I don’t know.” He kissed me one last time, slid a condom on, and slowly started to slide in to me.

I was so overwhelmed and confused by everything I was feeling, the entire time. The only thing that I knew was that my whole body was burning in a blush and that I didn’t want this moment to end. Sam’s face above me looked down at me with an emotion I couldn’t quite place, but I was so charmed by it, nonetheless. As he started pushing his cock into me harder, I started to get louder and louder and to scratch my fingernails down his back, an action that seemed to only spur him on more until he leaned down and kissed my neck before telling me that he was about to cum. He made a low growling noise deep in the back of his throat before thrusting in to me one last time.

Afterwards, he laid on his side spooning me, running his fingertips over my hips and down my thighs until I drifted off to sleep. I woke in a panic in the middle of the night, freezing, not recognizing the feel of the blankets over me. When I realized where I was, I calmed down, and felt on the floor for all my clothes. I couldn’t find any of my clothes, so I grabbed the olive green ROTC shirt off the floor and slipped it over my head. Immediately I was enveloped in the smell of Sam, the strong, sexy cologne and something else. I took a deep breath in and ran down the hall to the bathroom, trying to make sure my ass was covered in case anyone came out.

I looked in the mirror and the sight of me scared myself a little bit, my hair was a mess, half of it out of the ponytail from earlier, my makeup smudged across my face and dark purple hickeys all over my neck and thighs. I did my best to clean up with the towel on the counter and used my finger and some tooth paste before getting back in bed.

I didn’t think about what I was wearing when I got back in bed, but let’s just say it turned out very, very good for me when Sam woke up in the morning. But that’s (maybe) a story for another time.

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