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 Foreword: Although this story is written in first person, it doesn't
describe anything that happened to me or anyone that I know of.  It's about
a 17 year old boy/man and his first sexual encounter.

   Miss.  "X" (caution, mF)

   I lie awake in bed on a warm, foggy night.  As I glance over at my half
broken alarm clock, it read 6:30.  This was going to be the most important
night of my life, and there was nothing I could do but wait.  My parents
are out for the night, so I'm spending the night with her.  We met just
last week at an athletic camp.  She was one of the instructors there, and I
was just a student.  That fact was very relevant to the evening to come.  I
sat back and remembered how we met only days ago.



   It was a luke-warm summer morning at soccer camp.  Dawn in Ontario
summers was very early, and it was plenty bright outside.  We were divided
into groups based on our age, and I was the oldest in our group at 17.  Our
instructor's name was Jessica, she was the youngest instuctor at the camp
at 22.  At the start of every morning, we went on our morning warm-up run.
After a while the pack separated and we were pretty much alone, I was
somewhere in the middle of the pack where Jesse caught up to me.  She
glances over at me, "Hey sexy, do you work out?"

   "Um, yeah, like, all the time!" I replied.  What a lie.

   "I can tell, because your whole body is just so chissled!"

   Having a much older authority figure talk like this was a bit strange at
first, but after a while, I got used to the idea, and took her seriously as
someone I just might fuck for the first time ever.  I was still a virgin,
and I really needed someone like her to teach me all about sex.  My mind
was racing the whole day!

   The end of our week came all too quickly it seemed.  We were all being
handed certificates of our participation, so it was a very elaborate
setting.

   We were all supposed to step up and accept these certificates and shake
hands with all the instructors.  There were many of us, so this was all
very long.  Finally it was my turn.  I shook hands with everyone, and the
last person was my own instructor Jesse, and I was in for a surprise.  Just
before I approached her, she reached into her pocket quickly.

   "Awesome week!" was all I said, she just smiled and shook my hand.  I
felt something unusual though; it was a note.  Now it felt like we were in
the sixth grade again.  We were like two students with a crush passing
notes behind the teacher's back.  She winked at me and I did the same. 
It...  was...  on...  I thought to myself.



   There I was that evening, lying awake in bed with at least an hour's
worth of cold sweat making my clothes wet.  I had just had a shower, but I
definently needed anouther one.  Just then, the phone rang.  I burst of bed
to answer it.  Getting up made me dizzy, but I got it.  It was my father.
He gave me an elaborate monologue about how his day was, and how he was too
busy to even come home briefly before his night out with his friends.  At
the end of it all, he asked me to do some chores that he apparently had no
time for.  After I hung up, I didn't feel like doing any of it.  Well, I
thought to myself, at least it would make these slow minutes pass a little
faster.

   After I did all the work, I looked at the kitchen clock; It was 8:05.  I
was supposed to be there around 9:00, and it was a 25 minute walk.  I
didn't want to be too early, no, that would just look too desperate.  At
that point, I was beginning to realize just how insecure I was about Jesse
and sex in general.  I was still a virgin at 17 and she probably wasn't at
22.  I had maybe half an hour to kill, so I decided to watch T.V.  for a
bit.  I hate television.  The only thing on my mind right now is sex.  I
shut it off and marched out the door.

   My mind was running wild the whole way there.  I was everything from
excited, anxious, scared, curious and everything in between.  I was
sweating again, but with her house only a block away, there was nothing I
could do.  I felt the excitement grow as I walked up her driveway, but it
wasn't in my pants though.  Damn my limp penis I thought.  I was just too
anxious to get hard, so I didn't even know how I was going to do this. 
After a deep breath to calm my nerves, I finally rang the bell.

   "Come in," I heard her say.

   My trembling hand opened the door to see Jesse sprawled across a leather
couch with an elaborate, revealing costume on.  She had some old porno on
T.V.  All that hair indicated it was probably 70's.

   "Hey, how's it going?" What a dumb response.

   She motioned for me slowly with her twisted pointer finger.  As soon as
I sat on the couch, she wasted no time in jamming her tongue down my
throat. She got on top of me and started touching me all over.  For a
moment I stopped feeling anxious and just got ready to have the real,
fulfilling sex, that we were about to have.  She started stripping me down.
She was wild with her mouth, and totally out of control.  This wasn't a
romantic evening at all; this was an all-out fuck-fest.  Before long, I was
naked and hard.  She reached down to take a grab, and said "Oh yeah, that's
ready!"

   All this time I had ignored something.  It was an aweful smell, and it
was coming from her closet.  I knew exactly what it was, and it scared me
to death, but I was too aroused to even think about it.

   Jesse sensed my sense of concern and stopped and asked me, "what's
wrong?" in her most playful voice.  She did a really slow, long strip of
everything.

   "Um nothing," I replied half heartedly.  I was a terrible liar, and she
must have seen right though me.

   Instead of replying, she got on top of me in a dominating position.  She
grabbed my organ, slowly caressing it inside of her.  I never felt anything
quite like this before!  I was almost ready to shoot off, but managed to
hold back a while.  She ground on me, and started groaning uncontrollably.
She was riding me faster now.  For a second, I thought she might break it
off!  We were climaxing, and I had no idea about what would come next.

   She ground on me yet even harder and faster.  I could hear her intense
breathing.  Between breaths, she managed to whisper things like "now who's
getting fucked", and "fucking dirty bitch..." talking to me.  Now she was
moaning again.  Just then, her hand quickly dug under the cushion and found
something.

   "What the fuck?"

   "you know what?" she whispered softly, "FUCK YOU!"



   I woke up later in intense pain.  I had no idea how long I was out for.
I had this horrible throbbing in my stomach, which was bleeding heavily.  I
was lucky just to be alive.  My vision was going in and out, off to grey,
then back to colors, and then I realized that this is it.  I'm dying.  As
my gaze shifted to the floor, I saw a huge pool of blood with Jessica
laying in it.  She shot herself.  The last thing I heard were sirens in the
distance, and all I could think about was, "I was THAT close".

   The End

   Notice: For the record, I do not condone any of the previously mentioned
acts.