Sex is something that excites me. The very idea of it sends little chills down my back and hairs raise in anticipation of a man pushing into my most sensitive areas. Growing up in a household where we never talked about such topics led me on a quest to know as much I could about something so fascinating. As a child you learn about the basic anatomy of a man and a woman, but never anything more than that. The first man I ever experimented with found me at a younger age when I was still innocent. He danced on the edges of my friend group; I found him edgy and the thought that I would have to work for him made my craving even stronger. Before our encounter I had never even kissed a man, but the longing I felt to conquer him burned strong in the back of my mind. It took weeks of talking and texting to him for us to finally meet. I was nervous. Eager. Inexperienced. I had never thought I would be of interest to such a man, any man. His mother had gone to work, leaving his house empty. It was a hot summer day and I biked over to his house and knocked on the doorbell. In anticipation of what was yet to come I had worn my best underwear and bra, hoping that would draw his attention to the fine curves of my body. It was a blistering temperature outside and stepping foot into his house I was greeted by an arctic blast. We journeyed up into his bedroom, sunlight was shining through the blinds and we made small talk. I remember at the time I was so nervous I tried to make chit chat about his books in the hopes he would not notice. It must have been his first experience as well and we were two awkward young adults delving into a whole new world. Spreading pillows out on his futon, he beckoned me to join him. I've always maintained a policy that the man makes a first move. We grew closer as we talked, our faces millimeters apart and our breath invading the space between us. Words grew laced with tension as we realized our close proximity and it began to dawn on us that we were alone, and free to do what we wanted. He leaned in, teasing me with the promise of that first kiss and I rose up to meet him. Somehow he had my wrists pinned to the pillow, and I laughed with excitement. Our mouths met in joyful union and I could feel his length underneath his clothing, begging to be released. Eager for my first encounter, I flipped him under me and kissed my way down his chest and stomach. I could feel his breath become more ragged and his eyes rolled back into his head. Reaching his waistband, he pulled down his jeans, giving me free reign to play with him. There he was, his cock rock hard and ready for me. Crouching down, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and teased the tip of him with my soft lips; all the while gazing into his eyes. With a quick wink I enveloped his entire length into my mouth, feeling him all the way in the back of my throat. He moaned in pleasure, which only made me eager to prove that I could make him cum. He automatically began to thrust up into my mouth, silently begging for release. Up and down I went, using my tongue to trace small designs on his length. Within minutes he was ready for me and released his hot heavy load into my mouth and I felt it’s bitter tang on my tongue and swallowed it all with a satisfied smile. I left him breathless in disbelief of what just happened. After a few minutes he rose to get some tissue and I got a glimpse of his naked body. Slender legs led up to firm buttocks that turned into a perfectly arched back and broad shoulders. As his door opened I basked in the warm air rushing in from the hallway. I left shortly after, both of us agreeing it was a one time occurrence, but sated with newfound knowledge.