[FM] loosing our virginity’s on prom night.

I am not an overly sexual person. I’m really only posting here on reddit to 1. Become more sexual and 2. Get better at writing as thats what I want to pursue after Uni. This is my attempt to be “good” at smut writing, thus everything below happened. I will be changing our names though for personal reasons. Enjoy?

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The air was bitter and cold. Not a star was in the sky and dark heavy clouds lined the sky with the somber promise of a early spring thunderstorm.

We had snuck from the crowded high school gymnasium, into his small black two door Honda Civic where our lips grazed each others too many times to count. Between foreplay and driving, we arrived at his home-the closest to the school and marauded our ways into his house.

His parents were asleep, the two of us quiet as a mouse while we descend the cool steps into the basement that served as his bedroom. To the left, a washer and dryer set lined side by side. The right various unpacked boxes filled with unsaleable objects. Straight ahead, past an archway blacked out with an ancient wool blanket the two of us slink into his section of the under layer.

Dimly lit and smelling of musty laundry, it was romantic in it’s serene and teenage way. He lit a candle, a simple vanilla scent wafting into my nostrils.

“Want me to turn on the TV?” He asks and I shrug sliding off my gray parka and tossing it on the love-seat at the foot of his bed, leaving me in a black strapless dress with ugly gold dust patronizing the bottom hem.

Eric bit his bottom lip and takes a step to me, ignoring the Tv, and wrapping a firm arm around my back. He pressed me close against his toned body and I breathed in his old spice body wash.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered and I allow his hand to slide under my dress and against the backside of my black panties. He groped my behind and I sucked in my breath, unsure if I was ready for this and Eric-like always-was aware of my uncertainties. “We don’t have to do this, we can just chill.” He comments.

I took this option in. Was I truly ready to give myself away to Eric? I had always considered myself old fashioned and wasn’t even sure if I believed in sex before marriage.

Then I saw his mischievous brown eyes. The same that had played tag with me as kids, the same that had asked me to our sixth grade dance, and the same whom had taken my first kiss just a short year before.

I shook my head and smile at him, “I want to.” It might as well be with someone I knew without a doubt I loved.

He led me to the bed with a graceful smile and came to stand behind me. His hand finding the small zipper on the backside of my dress, he zips it down and lets it slink to the floor.

“If you feel uncomfortable…let me know okay?” He kept pestering for my safety.

I stepped out of my slip on heels and turned to him. I could see the outline of his bulge in his black khakis, leading my mind onto a racetrack.

Together, we undressed. He slid his black tux off of him, joining my dress on the floor whilst I reach up to the top buttons of his shirt and begin working my way down them. We yank it untucked and l marvel at his chest and abdomen. He wasn’t muscular but he wasn’t slender either. His chest toned yet soft while his abdomen followed a similar trace toned and bronzed. Hair trickled in small wafts of dark brown from his belly button into the Khakis. Those damn Khakis that stood in our way.

He leaned forward and planting a rough, dominate kiss across my lips. Our lips entering a battle against each other, crashing while our lips dart across our teeth occasionally allowing each other entrance to sashay across our mouths.

I was ready.

With an upheaval my sports bra (sexy right) rises above me and is flung into the chair.This being the first time seeing me shirtless he marvels at them, my nipples hard from previously being in the cold night. He cups them, rubbing both thumbs across my nipples. I shiver and on instinct lie back onto the bed, face up.

He positions himself in front of me, unbuttoning his Khakis. They collapse in a crease and he spends a moment undoing his shoes as well before reaching for my panties. His thumb trickles under and finds my entrance, rubbing it for a moment he pulls them off of me and I blush.

“You’re perfect.” He muttered.

He took his boxers off and let his now hard cock throb in his right hand. He bent over, allowing me a slight peek at his behind.

“Nice view.” I joked and he pulled up a condom retrieved from his wallet.

“Oh you don’t even know.” He joked back, easing the awkwardness between us.

Taking off the wrapper, he rolls the condom on.

He sits on the bed and I sit up, the two of us contemplate on what “position” would be best for us.

We decide and I raise up. He rests against the wooden headboard, pillows pushed against his back. I hover atop of him before easing down and allowing him to slide inside of me.

I face him, and he lets out a soft grunt while I whimper. It hurt, and I bled.

“Sorry.” I fumbled, the blood being small, he shrugged.

“It’s fine.” He replied and wrapped his hands around me, pushing me closer to him. My breasts press against his chest while he begins to thrust into me. I moan and my toes curl.

His member pushes and claws at my walls, the only thing separating them being a thin piece of rubber. We keep going, he rubs my breasts, kisses my neck and eventually I climax onto his member. It flood out of me and onto his balls, crotch and bed sheets. I don’t apologize, we where past talking.

We continued to make love for many more minutes before he toppled me over. Lying on my back, he thrusts atop of me, his face squished up in a harmonic bliss. His lips and mine connecting astronomically while his hands press onto the bed next to my head. He climaxes, sending a asthmatic shock throughout my body as he pulls up and tosses the filled condom onto the bin by the bed.

After, we lay side by side. Curled next to him, head on his chest. We whispered sweet nothings to each other. Promising each other forever and planning our lives….

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