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(M)y Second (F)irst time (Part 2)
Part 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/41slui/my_second_first_time/
I received some very persuasive private messages to post again. I promise to keep it shorter this time
Her orgasm had left her breathless. The muscles in her legs were weak and she stumbled as she tried to stand. Supporting her by her arms we both laughed nervously. How far would this go? We were still learning each other. She turned to me and said “I can’t stand right now….so…I guess kneeling would be a good idea!” A wicked grin crossed her lips as she pushed me back onto the couch. Any sign of weakness was quickly forgotten as she went to work. Apparently she was not a believer in moving slowly as she immediately unbuckled by belt and ripped both my jeans and boxes from their seat on my waist. Not even wasting the time to lower them all the way to the floor she began stroking me with one hand. All the excitement from earlier there was no need for a warm up. She gripped my girth with her hand, lifting it off my stomach, and took the head in her mouth, drifting her tongue lightly over it. I exhaled from ecstasy. Egged on by my reaction she grew bolder. Her head began bobbing up and down slightly and her hand moved away to allow room.
(M)y second (f)irst time.
I don’t want to tell you the story of my first time. That was a boring mess of nerves and inexperience. No, I want to tell you the story of my second first time.
Let set the scene. I was had gone out on a coupe dates with this girl, let’s call her “Rachel” (not her real name of course, gentleman never kisses and tells) and things had progressed quiet quickly. I’d never kissed a girl on the first date before but Rachel seemed to have no issue pressing me into a full blown teenager make out session (at 19 it was only appropriate). A few dates in….a few boundaries tested…and things started to get fun. For those of you that need a mental picture, Rachel looked like your average cute nerd. Maybe pulled of sexy librarian if she really was feeling into some days. But like many over romanticized high school dramas…when she let her hair down boy was she stunning. She swam competitively but it had never taken the curves away from all the right places. Hips that swung as she walked, hourglass figure, and (as she loved to brag) a cup size that exactly matched Katy Perry (32 D I believe). It all started when we lay down to watch a movie in my parent’s basement one night. They had left for some boring meeting or another so we had the house to ourselves. It was late fall so the basement was cold and we were spooning under a thick blanket. Due not at all to the fact I had lowered the thermostat not 1 hour before she came over. She had on a perfume that managed to be both sweet and spicy and always seemed awake some deep beast within me. I tried in vain to pay attention to the movie and after what seemed like hours, only 15 minutes had crept by.