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My Cherry
by Dyanesbush (dyanesbush@yahoo.com)

***

This story is dedicated in memory of my cherry. (teen-
couple, 1st time)

***

I lost my cherry in high school. I was a sophomore, and 
a senior asked me to the senior prom. I had never gone 
out with him before. I was flattered that an 'older 
boy' would ask me to the prom. The prom was still a few 
months away, so we started dating so we would be 
comfortable with each other at the prom.

I hadn't really been out on a date before. I'd danced 
with boys at parties and let some of them feel my bum 
while we danced. Along with a couple of fumbling kisses 
that was my experience level.

Our first date, he took me, in his car (WOW), out to 
eat and then a movie. He put his arm around me in the 
movie, held my hand after, and kissed me good night.

Our second date, we grabbed burgers then went to the 
drive-in. I sat next to him and he put his arm around 
my shoulders. As we watched the movie he began rubbing 
my shoulder, my neck, and around my ear. It felt good, 
I liked it. When he leaned over to kiss me, I let him. 
That felt good too. He kissed a lot better than the 
other boys. 

When he began feeling my breast, I pushed his hand 
away. We kissed some more and when he put his hand on 
my breast the next time, I didn't push it away. I had 
already let some boys feel my bum, what's the 
difference. The kisses, and his hand on my breast, were 
feeling better all the time. 

When he began unbuttoning my blouse, I didn't stop him. 
It wasn't long before he had my blouse unbuttoned and 
out of my pants. I had already let him feel my breasts 
through my blouse and bra, what's the difference if I 
let him feel them through just my bra.

At first, I didn't notice his fingers inside my bra 
cup. When his finger touched my bare nipple, he got my 
attention. I pulled his back until his fingers came out 
of my bra, then let go. He began rubbing my neck and 
ear, while feeling me up. He was learning my buttons 
very quickly. I didn't stop him when he reached around 
me and unhooked my bra.

He lifted my bra around my neck and felt my bare 
breasts and tweaked my nipples. This felt really good. 
This was the first time anyone touched my bare breasts, 
and I loved the feeling. When he asked me to sit up, so 
he could take my blouse and bra off, I sat up and 
helped him.

When the first movie ended, and the lights came on, I 
panicked. I was laying across the front seat, making 
out with my date, and my blouse and bra were in the 
back seat. He held me close to him, telling me to 
relax, that no one could see anything. He said it was 
dark in the car, I was below the window, and my breasts 
were hidden by our bodies. 

I'm not sure about my right breast, but my left breast 
was hidden by his hand. We stayed like that until the 
second movie started. I have no idea how many people 
didn't see me in his car, topless. I think this is when 
the exhibitionist in me started to come out. I was 
nervous, but the idea that someone might see me 
topless, was exciting.

When the second movie started, he moved his hand down 
between my legs. I was already topless, and getting 
more turned on by the minute. I moved my legs, giving 
him better access. This was a new experience. No one 
ever touched my pussy before. I could feel his hand, 
through my pants and panties, moving over my lips and 
tracing my slit. I felt myself getting wet. 

When he began unfastening my pants, I told him not to 
pull them down. What he was doing felt fabulous, but 
only bad girls let boys take their pants off.

I moaned and shivered when I felt his hand move down 
inside my panties. I was enjoying the moment when I 
felt a sharp pain. His fingers were pulling my hair. 
When I told him he suggested pulling my pants and 
panties down. He would have more room and not pull my 
hair. Only bad girls let boys take their pants off, but 
I didn't want bald spots in my bush. I still wonder if 
he deliberately pulled my hair.

I lifted up and he pushed my pants and panties down to 
my knees. Then he told me to bend my knees back. He 
said I couldn't spread my legs with my pants around my 
knees. That made sense to my horny brain. I watched him 
take my shoes, pants, and panties off. Now I was nude, 
and all my clothes were in the back seat. Someone 
walking by might see me nude.

Another first. No one ever touched my bare pussy 
before. I couldn't believe how good his fingers felt. 
He ran his fingers over my lips, and along my slit. He 
rubbed my clit than slid his finger down between my 
lips. My whole body shook when his touched my clit, and 
my scent was obvious. 

I spread my legs as far as I could and let him do 
whatever he wanted. When his finger touched my 
entrance, I came. He held me and kissed me until my 
orgasm subsided. When he suggested we get in the back 
seat, my horny brain thought that was an excellent 
idea.

I climbed over the seat and lay down in back. I looked 
up as he was climbing over, and he was nude. He was 
also giving me my first look at a hard prick. I was 
fascinated. How was that ever going to fit inside me. 
I'd felt myself before, and their was no way my hole 
was big enough. I wasn't worried though, because only 
bad girls did that. I wasn't a bad girl.

He lay beside me, smiling, while I became acquainted 
with his prick and balls. I stroked his shaft, and 
fondled his balls, while listening to him moan. He 
mumbled something I didn't understand and was just 
going to ask him what he said, when he came all over my 
face and breasts. 

He cleaned me up with a towel, he just happened to 
have, and we went back to kissing and him feeling me. 
He was good and it wasn't long before I was bouncing up 
and down on top of him, as my orgasm went through me 
like a train. We settled down and cuddled for a while. 
I gave him another hand job and he cleaned me up again 
with his towel. We got dressed and climbed back in the 
front seat. I let him keep my panties.

Our third date was the next day. He took me out for 
burgers then we went parking. No sooner was the car 
stopped than I was in back, and my clothes were in 
front. It was daylight, someone might really see me 
now. We repeated the drive-in that afternoon, again 
that night at the drive-in, again the next day at our 
parking spot, and again that night at the drive-in. I 
was hooked on getting him off and letting him get me 
off. And I still wasn't a bad girl!

I couldn't date on school nights, when the weekend 
arrived we were ready. We didn't go to the drive-in any 
more, just to our parking spot. He asked me to straddle 
his chest, facing his feet, while I stroked him. When I 
hesitated, he told me I would enjoy this. Fine with me. 

I jumped when his tongue touched my lips, but quickly 
discovered that this was the best yet. I was laying on 
him, staring at my hand stroking his, while he ate me. 
His prick began to look tasty. It was his turn to jump 
when I took his prick in my mouth. We spent the weekend 
cumming in each others mouth. I was hooked on oral sex. 
And I still wasn't a bad girl!

***

The following Saturday afternoon, we were cuddling 
after a great 69. He was on top of me and I could feel 
his prick touching my lips. It wasn't long before I 
felt a hard prick pushing against my lips. We started 
kissing and he kept rubbing his prick up and down my 
slit. 

When he reached down, to guide himself into me, I told 
him no, it would hurt too much. Pain blocked out bad 
girl. He told he would be gentle and go slow, giving me 
time to adjust to him being in me. I was scared, but I 
was horny. 

He was true to his word. By the time he popped my 
cherry, I was on the edge of cumming and I barely felt 
it. I was hooked. What's a bad girl? By Monday, I was 
so sore I had trouble walking.

***

The next weekend I had my period. He was thrilled 
because now he could fuck me without a condom. Monday, 
I was really sore, and the pad didn't help any. I was 
surprised to discover that he loved looking at me 
wearing just my belt and pad. He thought that was the 
sexiest sight he ever saw.

He fucked me legless every weekend for the next month. 
He broke up with me after my next period, and went to 
the prom with someone else. I didn't become a bad girl. 
All of my boyfriends told me I was a good girl.

END

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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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