My [F]irst Experience, Part Four

For those of you only joining now (though I can’t imagine why *anyone* would start by reading a story which is titled “Part Four”, unless of course it is a tale which starts *in medias res*, like *The Odyssey* or *Star Wars*) these are the continuing adventures of my not-quite deflowering by my first boyfriend, Gordon. By the end of my relationship with Gordon I was still a virgin, although we did everything but. So this has been the story of everything but! (But not “everything butt”: that was several boyfriends later!)

Previous episodes ([Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/), [Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/) and [Part Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66x4jb/my_first_experience_part_three/)) have established that we – I – had in some ways become adventurous, but within a narrow set of strictures. I’d say that we had only scratched the surface, but it was more a question of him *rubbing* against my surfaces to our mutual enjoyment, but only to his actual climax.

Then came the day that we widened our horizons.

My [F]irst Experience, Part Three

I do seem to be committed to explaining how I went from late-blooming “never-been-kissed” to, well, been-kissed-and-then-some but still a virgin, and some people have enjoyed [part one]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and [part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65kugl/my_first_experience_part_two/). So I suppose I should, to the extent that tales are ever complete, tell the end of this one.

I set out to write this as one story: some background and then a single particularly memorable event. That became cumbersomely long, however, and perhaps the background itself is interesting as an exploration, and so this has become two stories, the next to be posted later.

As I said last time, at first I was slightly-reluctantly dragged along into sexual experimentation with Gordon, but the incorporation of ejaculatory delights in to the scheme changed my attitude toward that. And so once I was giving Gordon handjobs on a regular basis, it would be pointlessly restrictive for him to keep his pants on but his penis exposed, so usually his pants came off. And so although there’d been a rule that my top could come off but not my jeans, well, that just left me overdressed, right? I doubt that was actually my logic, but somewhere along the line (I actually don’t remember how or when) I became willing to be naked with him.

My [F]irst Experience, Part Two

I enjoyed telling the story of [the first time anyone touched my bare breast](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/643txs/my_first_experience/) and, despite the almost complete lack of wildness, many other seemed to enjoy it as well. Let’s try another reminiscence – it’s called “Remembrance of Sticky Fumblings Past”, making it a combined Michel Proust/Hannibal Lecter reference. Can’t be too many of those out there! This has a proper narrative structure: exposition, rising action, climax and resolution!

Gordon (the first one to fondle me, in my final year of high school, if you didn’t read part one), became my boyfriend and we had lots of firsts. To manage expectations early, that never included what is usually thought of as one’s “first time”: I was still a virgin when he and I broke up: only *just*, but I was! Now, the dictionary defines “virginal” as “pure, unsullied, untouched”, and he saw to it that I wasn’t *that*, but technically I remained a virgin. (The dictionary also defines “virginal” as “a small harpsichord”: I wasn’t that either.)

My [F]irst Experience

This will be the least-wild gonewild story you are ever likely to read. Possibly I should put TL/DR: far too long a story in which basically nothing happens. But I was reminiscing about this the other night, and the memory got me a little twitchy, so I wanted to write it down for my own benefit, if no-one else’s.

I was in my final year of high school and too old to be as sexually-inexperienced as I was. I was even “stuff-that-hardly-counts-as-sexually” inexperienced: it’s not that I had never been kissed, but beyond that, well…let’s not dwell on it, I was inexperienced, ok? I know that some girls are able to wield geekiness as a way of being sexy, but for me it was never more than a way to be awkward around people. It’s not that I just hid in corners or something: I was in the debates club and worked on my high school newspaper, that sort of thing, but I was never very outgoing, and certainly wasn’t a person who could have initiated things with anyone. And although I had guy friends, none of them ever tried to initiate anything with me – at least, till the events of this story. Looking back I suspect that I just hung out with a group who were as timid about sex as I was.