I had been dating Tony for a few months. I was only 18 and he was 19. We lived next door to each other. Well, more specifically he moved in next door to the place I grew up. He was a very sexual and sensual man, whom I had many ‘firsts’ with. This is my favorite.
Tony got paid every week on Thursday, so for a few months he got into the habit of bringing home a little payday cocaine and we would party together. This being one of the indulgences I allowed myself at that age. Every time we got wired, Tony got even more sexual than usual. To be specific, he loved to lick my pussy. He’s the first man who performed oral sex on me who really knew what he was doing. And I always enjoyed it immensely when he went down on me.
This particular Thursday was really something. He was all over me within minutes of my arrival at his place. He kissed me so passionately, his tongue moving quickly and intently in my mouth. We were making out on his couch for a few minutes, then he stood up in front of me. He tore my pants off so fast, I didn’t even have a chance to realize what was happening. Not that I would have minded had I realized. He knelt down on the carpet there in front me and spread my legs.