The First Cut
I had never had sex before.
Never. That shouldn’t have been all too surprising, though, given that I was only sixteen. Many of my peers had done the nasty already, or at least claimed that they had. It was popular to claim that you weren’t a virgin. I was even guilty of that once or twice, denouncing my virginity.
After this moment, I wouldn’t have to lie anymore. I was really doing It. Literally. My young, inexperienced, nubile mind and body was awash with emotions, feelings, thoughts, confusion, wonder.
Let me back up a little bit. We started out as friends and it quickly blossomed into making out between classes and talking about sex, sex, sex. I was pretty good with faking the funk back then. She had no idea that I was a virgin or that I had no idea about what to do. It probably became pretty obvious when she saw how nervous I was.
After school, girls bathroom, back hallway. My nerves were shot. What if someone saw me walking in there? What if someone walked in? What if someone heard her moaning? What if someone heard <em>me</em> moaning? Regardless, I took a deep breath as she hitched up her skirt, revealing no panties beneath. Her sex mound showed a small tuft of brown hair. My spirit was rising, and my pants were instantly tight.
I think it was then that she could sense my nerves. I stood there, staring. She took my right hand in hers and placed it on her sex. I nearly passed out. Even then I knew the importance of a wet pussy and hers was soaking. Without another thought I began to slowly stroke her kitty, her soft moans emanating through the girl's bathroom. I was so caught up in how soft and wet she was, how sexy her pussy felt in my hands, that I almost forgot about the actual sex.
She gently pushed me back, sitting me down before straddling me. I could have died right then and would have sworn I landed in heaven. Her silky smooth moisture helped her slide right down on me with no effort. Looking into my eyes, she rocked back and forth, her tempo increasing with each stroke. She would later tell me that she knew then that I was a virgin because of the bug-eyed look on my face. I'd then tell her that it was simply because her sex was that good. I felt that way for years afterward.
A few minutes later (give me a break, it was my first time), and I was on the literal verge of exploding. My saving grace was when someone walked in, another student. She immediately stopped and pressed a hand against my mouth. Although we were in the last stall, my voice would have instantly registered and spelled disaster. Thankfully, my ex girlfriend was our "lookout" and instantly struck up a conversation to distract from our illegal presence in the bathroom.
Yes, you read right. My ex was making sure that my current girlfriend and I didn't get caught. Hell, she actually wanted us to play hookie and go to her house for a threesome, but I was too scared for that. Good friend, huh?
Once the other girl left, we continued. She even caught me off guard; I was still trying to get my heart to slow down when she started rocking on me again while kissing on my neck. That did it. I couldn't contain myself anymore, what with her pussy gripping on me, her tongue running against my neck and the thrill of knowing that what we were doing was oh so wrong. The release came rushing from the tip of my dick, flooding her walls. The release, and relief, was immediate.
My ex had one last job, to get us out of the bathroom without getting caught. That's a story for another day...
Never. That shouldn’t have been all too surprising, though, given that I was only sixteen. Many of my peers had done the nasty already, or at least claimed that they had. It was popular to claim that you weren’t a virgin. I was even guilty of that once or twice, denouncing my virginity.
After this moment, I wouldn’t have to lie anymore. I was really doing It. Literally. My young, inexperienced, nubile mind and body was awash with emotions, feelings, thoughts, confusion, wonder.
Let me back up a little bit. We started out as friends and it quickly blossomed into making out between classes and talking about sex, sex, sex. I was pretty good with faking the funk back then. She had no idea that I was a virgin or that I had no idea about what to do. It probably became pretty obvious when she saw how nervous I was.
After school, girls bathroom, back hallway. My nerves were shot. What if someone saw me walking in there? What if someone walked in? What if someone heard her moaning? What if someone heard <em>me</em> moaning? Regardless, I took a deep breath as she hitched up her skirt, revealing no panties beneath. Her sex mound showed a small tuft of brown hair. My spirit was rising, and my pants were instantly tight.
I think it was then that she could sense my nerves. I stood there, staring. She took my right hand in hers and placed it on her sex. I nearly passed out. Even then I knew the importance of a wet pussy and hers was soaking. Without another thought I began to slowly stroke her kitty, her soft moans emanating through the girl's bathroom. I was so caught up in how soft and wet she was, how sexy her pussy felt in my hands, that I almost forgot about the actual sex.
She gently pushed me back, sitting me down before straddling me. I could have died right then and would have sworn I landed in heaven. Her silky smooth moisture helped her slide right down on me with no effort. Looking into my eyes, she rocked back and forth, her tempo increasing with each stroke. She would later tell me that she knew then that I was a virgin because of the bug-eyed look on my face. I'd then tell her that it was simply because her sex was that good. I felt that way for years afterward.
A few minutes later (give me a break, it was my first time), and I was on the literal verge of exploding. My saving grace was when someone walked in, another student. She immediately stopped and pressed a hand against my mouth. Although we were in the last stall, my voice would have instantly registered and spelled disaster. Thankfully, my ex girlfriend was our "lookout" and instantly struck up a conversation to distract from our illegal presence in the bathroom.
Yes, you read right. My ex was making sure that my current girlfriend and I didn't get caught. Hell, she actually wanted us to play hookie and go to her house for a threesome, but I was too scared for that. Good friend, huh?
Once the other girl left, we continued. She even caught me off guard; I was still trying to get my heart to slow down when she started rocking on me again while kissing on my neck. That did it. I couldn't contain myself anymore, what with her pussy gripping on me, her tongue running against my neck and the thrill of knowing that what we were doing was oh so wrong. The release came rushing from the tip of my dick, flooding her walls. The release, and relief, was immediate.
My ex had one last job, to get us out of the bathroom without getting caught. That's a story for another day...
