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My First Time
by Heather Cambel (speedinggirl2001@yahoo.com)
Edited by Vzenx
***
A true first time sexual encounter. (mf-yteens, 1st
time)
***
Well, this isn't exactly a story but more of a
testimonial to a boy who wasn't interested so much in
the destination but the journey.
My dad works for International Paper. We were living in
Key West until he got a transfer to Franklin, a little
town in Virginia. Soon after we moved to Franklin, I
lost my mom to a drunk driver leaving only Dad, my
sister, and myself to make a home. My sis was going to
college and didn't spend a lot of time here as she had
other interests, so I was by myself a lot.
The house Dad bought needed a lot of work One of his
co-workers had a son who was pretty good at carpentry.
That next summer, he arrived in the mornings to begin
what Dad wanted done. He wasn't exactly good looking
but he had a great body and kept fit. He was friendly
but I was a lil' bitch and not warm to him at all. He
never changed his manner and stayed friendly to me and
seemed interested in what I had to say. At the time, I
was 14. He was 18. We all know how we are at 14.
I was never interested in him until one hot summer
afternoon. He was at the back of the house with the
water hose and washing off the dirt from his body. He
usually wore only a bathing suit and somehow the way he
was standing, the look of the water on his tanned body
got me VERY interested. I had on a thong. I was tanning
beside the pool so I went over to him and just stood
there looking. He said "Hi" and continued to clean up.
He asked, "Do you need anything?" That pissed me off
and I told him, "No, but why are you wasting water?" He
laughed, saying, "I am dusty and need to clean up a bit
and the water in the hose is warm enough for a quick
shower. If this makes you unhappy I will stop." As he
finished, he turned, shot me with the hose which by
this time had cold water running through it. I was
furious.
The water was cold and I was standing there dripping,
but both headlights were on. Can you now say
embarrassed" He asked, "Are you excited to see me or
are you cold?" I stomped into the house and never came
out until he left. I thought and thought of just how to
pay him back. The perfect plan to smash him and cause
him to run.
Many plans ran through my head until I finally settled
on one I felt would be perfect. The one that would
cause him major embarrassment. Remember now, I'm 14 and
what works on TV may not work in real life. Damn MTV.
The next afternoon, I waited until he was washing off
to spring my trap. No one was home except us and I felt
my plan would be the ultimate revenge. I got up from
tanning and walked over to him and just stood there. He
said hello and continued to wash down. He finished and
was reaching for his towel when I snatched it away. He
held out his hand and said, "Well?"
I said, "No you have to apologize first."
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I gave him his
towel and as he was drying his hair and had his face
covered I slipped out of my thong and just stood there.
He jumped when he saw me but said nothing, just looked.
Several seconds... seemed like minutes... went by and
he exclaimed, "Are you nuts?" I didn't say anything but
just stood there. He did not stare but looked right
into my eyes and I felt as if he saw right through me.
I took a step back and grabbed his bathing suit and
pulled it down.
Now, having lived in Key West and having gone to some
of the nude beaches, I thought I was ready for any
sight. To see a picture of a guy is one thing and to
actually see older people was another but to see
someone close to my age, nude, less than two feet away
is different. I was waiting for the expected male
reaction to totally embarrass him It didn't happen.
He simply stepped out of his shorts and stood directly
in front of me. He asked, "This make you happy? Or are
you trying to embarrass me?" I could not speak. I could
not retreat. I was stuck. There was no way out, I had
not figured on this ending to my revenge. He simply
held out his hand... and I took it. We walked to the
house, nude and unashamed.
"Where is your room?" I took him to it. He sat on the
bed and patted beside him a signal for me to sit down.
I did. I was still, somehow, waiting for him to run but
wishing at the same time he wouldn't. He swung around
and sat cross-legged and started talking. We talked and
talked some more. Never once did he touch me or advance
on me. I had gone beyond being revengeful and was now
curious. I asked, "Do you often sit on beds with nude
girls?"
He laughed, "No this is my first time."
"Me too."
He laughed again. "Do you have any questions?" I was
extremely curious as to why there was not the expected
reaction but was afraid to ask, so I started asking
inane questions hinting as to why.
He finally had enough. "Stop. Let me ask you something.
"Do you want this to go any further?" I am not sure
what possessed me. "Yes!" I said. "Hummmm." he replied,
as he uncrossed his legs, lay on the bed and motioned
for me to lie beside him.
I had never been this close to a guy before without all
my clothes on and I was worried about what might
happen. I knew all about sex from classes in school and
about parts of a guy's body, but this was real life,
not a film. There was no pause button and once we
started I didn't really know about the actual ending.
He put his head on his hand. With the other began to
brush my face and move my hair back around my ears and
stroke the side of my neck. "Have you ever been with a
guy before?"
I lied in reply. "Yes."
"Oh?" he commented. He continued to brush my face and
stroke my neck and asked about my life and such. I was
so nervous I began to sweat and could not figure what
to do with my hands so I just put them in front of me
and locked my fingers. He gently reached down and
unlocked them and put one on his waist. His body was so
warm! He told me to do what ever I felt like doing,
that it was Ok with him. I guess I must have become
stone and not moved a muscle cause he asked again "Have
you been with a guy before?"
Again I lied, "Yes."
He snorted and asked, "Do you want me to touch your
breasts?"
I nodded. "Yes," I whispered. For the first time I felt
a man's touch there. It was like an electric shock as
his fingers squeezed my nipples and gently rubbed them.
I must have jerked because he removed his hand
instantly and asked, "Are you all right?"
I nodded yes.
He cupped my breast and begin to gently knead it with
his fingers and palm. It felt wonderful! I started
enjoying his touch. My hand was still on his waist. I
dared not move it. He said, "You know, you could touch
me if you want. I won't break." I nodded but kept my
hand right where it was. After a few minutes, he began
to stroke my belly and alternate between my breasts and
belly.
It was like his hands were fire. Wherever he touched,
there was heat. It spread across my chest, stomach and
down my legs. At some point, he took my hand from his
waist and placed it on his cock. It was... was... like
touching liquid fire as my fingers wrapped around it.
It grew smooth, hard and big! I did not know a man
could get that way. He moaned slightly. My touch must
be bringing him some pleasure, I guessed.
I dared not move. I really didn't know what to do. He
whispered, "You could massage it and stroke it." And so
I did. After a few seconds, a clear liquid came from
the end and got on my hand and it got real slick and
made the stroking easier. He moaned again as his back
slightly arched toward me and he drew closer. His hand
begin to brush the top and inside of my thighs causing
the fire that was in the pit of my stomach to spread
even further.
He stopped his hand at the top of my thighs. He used
his fingers to slightly push apart my legs. He began to
massage my pussy. I had been wet a long time and he
opened the gates and let it seep out. His finger
quickly found THE spot and my secret fantasies rushed
forth to meet his touch. Unfortunately he also
discovered my lie.
He stopped, took my hand away and sat up in the bed. "I
thought you told me you had been with a guy before."
"Well sort of I was." Another lie.
"Are you a virgin?"
I tried to think of an answer, one that he would
believe and stay, not run away. Something to make him
think I knew what I was doing. All I could do was nod
affirmatively. "Why didn't you say so before?"
"I don't know what to say or what to do."
"Dammit!" was all he said. "Look Heather, I could have
hurt you real bad, maybe injured you if I didn't know.
Your hymen is intact and it would have been extremely
painful had I just entered you, without you knowing how
it would feel or be first. I'm not that type of guy. I
want for us both to enjoy this, not leave you wrapped
up in a ball, from the pain of sex. That would ruin it
for each of us. Did you want to have sex?"
I nodded. "Ok then, we have to prepare you first cause
if we don't you will hurt a lot now and more later."
"Prepare?"
I wasn't a piece of meat that had to be prepared. I was
ready now! He was still talking and I wanted sex! I
wanted rockets, bells, whistles and angels singing. I
wanted what I had seen on TV and a couple of my dad's
swiped videos and all he wanted to do was prepare me.
"Do you know what KY jelly is?"
"Not exactly."
"Do you have any around."
"It's a lubricant to be used to help during sex or
inserting things in your body." I did not know what he
was talking about. "We could look for some. If you see
it we can use it. We can start by looking in my
sister's room." We went to my sister's room and she had
some in the nightstand beside her bed.
I never knew she had any or what she used it for but I
now had an idea. The tube was used and that explained
some of the strange sounds coming from her room at
night.
We went back to my room and he lay down on the bed
again. He explained what he was going to do with it and
where he was going to put it. He told me to straddle
him and sit on his stomach and lean back across his
legs. His touch was still fire as he coated between my
legs and inside my vagina. He touched my secret spot
with his fingers. "See?" I did listen in class. I began
to shake allover.
He said, "Sit up on my legs. Watch me coat my cock."
All this mesmerized me. He was big! No way was he going
to fit inside me. I was scared now. He began talking
about pain and now I wanted out of this. My plan had
backfired. I was here, nude, with a strange guy and
about to have sex for the first time.
As excited as I was I was equally wanting to run as far
away as I could.
He was talking to me but I must not have heard. "Are
you sure you want to continue?"
"I'm scared," I mumbled. "It felt good when you touched
me, and when I touched you. But I don't like pain."
"Yes there will be some pain. It will not last long.
You will have more pleasure than you have ever
experienced."
I nodded, I wanted to do it but I was so scared.
He laughed. "Let's just please each other for a while
and see how things go."
"Ok." I started to lie beside him.
"No." he said. "Stay where you are." He put his hands
on my waist and slid me forward until I was sliding up
his cock and it was between my legs. "Put your hands on
my shoulders slide back and forth over it." This wasn't
so bad I thought. It felt pretty good especially each
time the head of it hit my secret spot. We were so wet
and slick that there was no friction and it felt like a
perfect fit.
He cupped my breasts and massaged them and rolled my
nipples between his fingers. I was on fire from my head
to my toes. Each time I slid back on his cock, it hit
my secret spot and made things even hotter. I was
really sweating now but not from nerves but from the
feelings deep inside me, the emptiness from wanting to
be filled, to become a woman. I began breathing heavily
and hard. His hands were all over breasts, stomach,
arms face.
He put his hands on my waist. "Slide forward a little
bit."
As I did so he reached between our bodies and placed
his cock at my opening. "Gently! Very gently rock
slowly back until you feel pain."
I did as he said. I felt him pushing against me inside.
I stopped when it started to hurt. "Rock forward until
you feel pain and then backward."
Each time I felt him go a little deeper inside me.
"That is not too bad." I said.
Grinning he replied, "Just keep going. A little deeper
each thrust." There was a little pain but not like he
said it would be. Each time backward, it went deeper
and just a tiny bit more of pain. This wasn't what he
led me to believe. I was waiting for some horrible pain
to hit me and rip me apart. It wasn't like that at all.
This I could stand because it felt better each time I
slid back on him.
There came a point when it seemed his cock did not want
to go any further. Not because of any pain but another
sort of block. I knew he wasn't fully inside me. I
could feel it was just the head and not all of him with
my hand. I kept pressing backward, gaining fractions of
an inch each time. It was becoming harder each time I
slid back to get it deeper. I slid back as far as I
could and then sat up. It was something about the
sitting up that did it.
There was a quick sharp pain and then he was fully
inside me. It was like someone had punched me in the
stomach, only to be overcome by a wonderful feeling of
something that filled me up to the bottom of my heart.
The pain lasted only a second or two and was replaced
by this fullness deep inside me.
I stayed sitting and straddling him for what seemed
like hours, hearing the clock on the table beside my
bed, his breathing, feeling every muscle movement of
him inside me, his heart beat, my heart beat, the birds
singing outside, all the while thinking of everything
that just happened. One second, just Heather, the next
second, Heather the Woman. I heard his voice in the
distance mumbling something and felt this overwhelming
feeling of HERE and NOW.
I came back to reality only to realize that I was
crying. "Was it too painful for you"" I shook my head
no and felt his hands gently prying mine from his
stomach where I had grabbed him. It was such an
overwhelming moment, that transition from girl to woman
that I forgot he was still there and inside me. I guess
instinct took over. I put my hands back on his stomach
and began to do pelvic thrusts. Somehow I knew this was
right.
He put his hands on my waist and his thumbs between my
legs and closed his eyes. I don't know if I had an
orgasm but I do remember his. He started. "Oh God, Oh
God!" over and over and began to arch his back as he
went deeper in me. Then I felt him stiffen and suddenly
there was a squirt gun inside me. I felt each squirt,
each quiver of his whole body as he emptied into me. I
felt his squirts become less intense and longer between
them until he collapsed back on the bed.
Each time I moved there was another short contraction
from him inside me. He then reached for me and I laid
down on his chest as the last of his contractions
subsided. "Oh My God!"
There was this peace about me now that was not there
before. A completeness. A knowledge that I was a woman,
in body and soul. It was a gift from him, just as
giving my virginity to him was. He begin to rub my back
and arms as we lay there, two joined as one until he
was soft and gently slipped out of me.
I began to cry knowing that it was my only FIRST time
and never again would I have the intense feeling of
going from girl to woman. From here on, it was just
sex. I think I must have fallen asleep on top of him
because he shook me and told me it was time to clean up
cause it was getting late.
He kissed me on my mouth, rolled me over on my back and
kissed my breasts, my stomach and finally my secret
spot, which sent a massive quiver through my whole
body. He got up and took me by the hand and walked to
the shower. As I stood there, looking at him and his
body, I noticed some blood and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"No," he said with a smile, "The blood is from you. It
is because I broke your hymen. That piece of skin that
goes across your passage to keep you virgin." He wore
it proudly and I closed my legs to keep the rest locked
inside me. It was leaking out and running down my legs.
It was my blood mixed with his stuff that was leaking
out of me. I took some of it on my finger and smeared
it on my stomach and breasts wanting to keep him with
me as long as I could. He was just as gentle in the
shower in cleaning me as he had been in bed with me.
It felt wonderful to have a man's touch all over my
nude body, even if it was just to clean us up. We dried
off and went back to my room and I quickly noticed the
famous 'wet spot' I'd always heard about. Only this
one was reddish in color. That was me there. My former
girl self left as just a stain on the sheets mixed with
the essence of the man who made me a woman. I took them
off, changed to a clean pair and never washed them.
Instead they are now cleaning and dusting rags at home.
Each time I pick them up, I remember.
We made love many times that summer, both in the bed
and beside the pool. He was as gentle the last time as
he was the first, always making sure I was comfortable.
He went away to college that fall and found someone
whom he loves deeply. Though no longer lovers, we are
still friends and he will always hold a special place
in my heart until I die. There have been other lovers
since then but none were as tuned to what a woman wants
as he was. Most have been the jab and stab type.
You know the type... ECE. Enter, cum, exit. Leave you
dripping and wanting while they go off with their buds
to discuss how manly they are. Boys, I think, for I
have known a MAN once.
Heather
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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