I was fifteen and my best friend had just lost his virginity a week before. Over the course of this week, the girl that he had boned had a cute little 14 year old friend that took a liking to me. I didn't really know anything about her except for the fact that she had been going to school with me for a couple of years. I remember her having a pretty face with a perfectly shaped nose and light freckles. Her hair was a light blonde and her breasts were somewhat large for a freshman in high school. She was pretty short, too, ringing in at around five feet tall, maybe a couple of inches taller.
Anyway, we had hung out a couple of times that week, and I remember her talking about how she was going to fuck me silly. I didn't know if she was joking or whatever, because I was shy as fuck and super awkward. She touched my dick while we were swimming one time, and that was pretty awesome.
That weekend, my friend threw a party while his mom was out of town. I don't know why any parent would leave kids like us in charge of a house for a weekend, but whatever. We invited the girl, and my friends were pretty bent on getting me laid, since, for some reason, a handful of them had lost their virginity fairly recently and they swore to its awesomeness. I didn't really care, but I figured that I'd go along with it.
Did I mention that it was also the first party I had been to? Well, it was. Oh, did I also mention that it was the first time I had ever been drunk? Well, it was. After not really paying attention to the girl all night, I realized how incredibly easy it was to suck back a handful of vodka-and-Tangs and get pretty tore-up. Well, as tore-up as a fifteen year old can get without barfing everywhere.
Out of nowhere, she started crying and saying all sorts of shit about her boyfriend and that's when I knew that I wasn't getting laid that night, which I guess I was okay with. My friend took her aside and played the comforting role and talked to her for a few minutes. He then went with her into the guest room and calmed her down. He came out and told me that she "really wants to fuck" me, but is afraid of her boyfriend (who was a senior at the time) finding out and kicking my ass. So he told her that he would send me in and we could just talk or whatever and that we don't have to do anything sexual. Then he told me what to do if she tried to kiss me.
Did I mention that I had never kissed a girl before? Well, I hadn't.
In a completely non-gay and non-touching way, he told me in an incredibly drunken way what to do should a girl stick her tongue in my mouth. I tried really hard to pay attention and went into the room. Her and I sat down and talked about how incredibly weird the situation was and about how fun the party was so far. After a few minutes, my friend came back into the room and whispered in my ear.
"There are condoms in the top dresser drawer." Awesome.
As soon as he left, she grabbed me and starts making out with me. Keep in mind that she still had tears drying on her cheeks. We rub against each other for a little bit, and then she pulls her underwear off and then yanks my dick through the fly in my boxers. I slip on a condom and she puts me inside of her while I lay on my back. She rides me for the whole time, both of us fully clothed, for the most part. It was actually pretty cool. We sexed for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, the longevity of which I attribute to the booze. Toward the end, I heard my friends pounding on the door saying that they don't believe that we're fucking in there, blah blah blah.
I reevaluated the situation afterward and came to the conclusion:
1. I lost my virginity
2. I was drunk for the first time
3. I had touched a girl for the first time
4. I had boned a girl who had a boyfriend who could kick my ass
5. I have the coolest friends in the world, since they each played a part in getting me laid that night.
6. Earlier that evening, I had gotten punched in the mouth by some drunk dude who had missed the guy he was intending to hit. I was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, so I had a fat blue lip.
Great party and a great time to be young.
EPILOGUE:
I, like most guys in my shoes, started to like this girl. I agreed to take her to homecoming, which was very sweet of me. We had hung out a few more times before the dance, and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. On the night of the actual dance, though, I was on my way to her house when she called me and said that she had to take care of her grandmother because she was sick that night. I was pretty pissed, since that's the dumbest reason I had heard and just figured that she had found some other guy to go with, which I later found out was the case.
I didn't talk to her for another two months or so, because I figured that I had been dumped. Skip ahead to my 16th birthday.
I was hanging out at my friend's house when he asked me what I thought of her. I had mentioned that I never want to talk to her again since she's just a stupid bitch (or something to that effect), to which he advised that I call her and tell her "thanks but no thanks." He wouldn't tell me what I was refusing.
She answered the phone and seemed happy to hear from me which was pretty odd, considering the way she had cold-shouldered me for the past couple of months. I said "thanks but no thanks" as instructed, and then she cried "THEN WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH ALL OF THIS PIZZA?!?"
What the fuck?
Apparently, she had planned a surprise birthday party for me and had ordered a fuck ton of pizza. I told her to stick the pizza up her ass. She started to cry, so I told her that I would stop by and grab some pizza but that I wasn't going to say anything to her. She cried some more, so I just hung up the phone. That was the last time I had spoken to her. She moved away about two weeks later and didn't come back until my senior year, but she was only around for about a month. I have no idea what happened to her.
Oh, and for the next thirty minutes following that phone call, my friend and I debated going over to her house and stealing a couple of pizzas. We didn't. We just got drunk instead.
I was 13, a day before my 14th birthday. I was at a "going home" function for the German Exchange students that where at my school for a few weeks to get the feel of "British Student Life."
I had a German girl living in my house for a few weeks, sleeping in my bed while I slept on the floor. She was 16. She could speak good English so conversation wasn't really an issue. I used to take her out to the cinema, ice skating and thing like that to show her how we lived - I also had to be with her at all times during the school day.
Anyway, the sex part:
In the disco the school had set up to send the German students back home I was dancing getting really rushed up on any sort of fizzy drink available. The older kids had snuck a few bottles of vodka into the disco, so I got my hands on little bit of that and ended up pretty oiled. The German girl staying with me also was.
I was talking to a friend outside of the main hall, when I noticed the German chick stumbling over to me.. she pulled my arm to get my attention, and when I turned round she led me away near the toilets.
She said: "You want fuck?"
With this she raised out her hand and opened it, lying in her palm was a durex that had seen better days.
I said: "Fucking yes."
With that, she pulled me into the DISABLED toilets which smelt like shit and piss, she turned the light off and pushed me down onto the toilet (which had it's lid shut).. she started kissing me and rubbing my crotch. She undone my pants and lowered them to shin level. She sucked my cock for a while.. I was just speechless. The smell of shit and piss filling my nostrils making me want to throw up being canceled out by the sound and feel of this German broad suckling my boyhood.
Eventually she put the condom on, with her MOUTH.
She sat on top of me and was riding the fuck out of me, to the point where my spin was slamming against the back of the toilet.. "SCHNELL SCHNELL YAAAA YAAA" was all she was saying.
Needless to say I blew my load with in 5 minutes. As soon as I come, she got off and pulled up her underwear and left the toilet leaving me shocked, messy, smelling of shit and piss in the dark.
I never saw her again.
I was 18 my first time and a few weeks fresh out of High School. I'd been interested in the girl -- Katye -- for a while, but she had been dating some guy nicknamed "Bug" and was unavailable. Never one to give up, I did the usual flirting thing in the meantime, and made my move when she finally broke up with the raging idiot. On one particularly hot Summer day, she invited me over to help her wash her car.
In typical porno fashion, she was wearing the sluttiest little outfit she could find to wash her car in. Tiny, camel-toe-producing jean-shorts, and a white-tshirt rolled up just under her breasts. She had a spectacular round ass, and her black g-string was totally visible above the waist of her shorts. Anyway, the car-washing went without incident or surprise, and I aptly (to my credit) hid my raging boner from her all the while.
We went inside to cool off afterward, and began to watch Gladiator in her living room on the couch. It started out innocently enough, I guess, sitting on opposite sides of the couch, but by about ten minutes into the film, she was stretched out on top of me.
I remember exactly when I made my move, and it was awesome. It was the scene in the movie where Maximus's wife gets raped, and his family and farm gets slaughtered. Strangely awkward timing, and it still makes me laugh today. I slid my hand up under her shirt and simultaneously began to kiss her neck and ear. Heavy making-out ensued, shirts and pants came off, and it quite innocently progressed into awkward fucking on her mom's bed. If I remember correctly, it was pretty vanilla and I was on top the entire time.
I did reasonably well for my first time, I think, and it lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. After I was all finished, I got dressed, and said my goodbyes. We cleaned up her bed, and I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought "Naw forget it, yo homes, to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom and I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
Got a job doing overnight stocking at a big box retail store (they love red there) at the end of September one year. Right after Thanksgiving is when we started getting massive shipments of everything so the overnight exec arranges for us to get some help from people on dayside. The first night they came overnight to help us, one girl caught my eye. A little bit taller than me, a bit hefty like I like them, decent rack, and some tell-tale scars on her arms (low self-esteem, WIN). I invited her over to play cards with some friends during lunch and, just as I'm about to ask her to breakfast after work, one of my other friends says "Dude, just ask her out already, stop beating around the bush!" So I did, she accepted. We went to breakfast, all was peachy keen, I knew where that would go but we were both way too goddamned tired so she went back to her place.
After some sleep, she came over that night to hang out before work. It snowed like a bastard so we both said fuck that and called out. And then we went to dinner and stopped at the package store on the way back. Good sign indeed. We got back, I unfolded the couch in the main room and set up shop. Again, we were both tired so we decided to call it a night and do whatever later on. Being the virginal motherfucker that I was I almost just laid there next to her but decided to go for it... and just as I'd made up my mind I suddenly found her on top of me, making out and groping. This would be a recurring theme, me making up my mind and right as I go for it someone else jumping the gun. Anyway, she invited me to go down on her and I took full advantage and made her cum more times than I can remember. Turns out I have a magic tongue or something. So she wanted to fuck and I got to business, went for twenty minutes or so missionary, then she got on top. At one point I could feel it coming and I saw her lean forward and, with no warning, I reached out for her chest but miscalculated the distance and got her neck instead. That happens to be a huge turn-on for her and she came quickly, and when she did I was done and shot it in her. We continued fucking for the rest of the weekend (we had the next two days off) and then declared that we were in a relationship.
Eighteen months that shit lasted. I don't know how. That relationship was based on my superhigh sex drive and her low self-esteem. Her self-esteem climbed with my help, the sex diminished, and then she went psycho for some odd reason and now she's more balanced but engaged to someone equally insane as she once was. Funny how that worked out.
My first was at the pathetic age of 18. I was too busy being psuedo-emo and being anti-social (as well as visiting stileproject frequently *cheap heat*) to realize that the only thing stopping my virginity being popped was my bad attitude and lakc of insight into how many half assed lays I COULD have had if I wasn't so stuck on being a fat piece of shit.
I was working for a market research firm doing research in your area about issues important to you and your family, such as a survey about alcohol. I had worked there for 3 months when I was sat next to a square jawed loudmouth with nice tits who was, to put it in the bard's english, plus sized and thensome.
We passed glances back and forth all day, as I had never met her and was too awkward to actually initiate conversation. She asked me out. Officially one of the most pathetic moments of my life, getting asked out for what was essentially a booty call by a fat girl, and I LIKE fat girls.
So, being the svent boy that I was, I decided to go straight mack mode and end this virginity toot suite. She smoked, I didn't, but naturally, I went to the local gas station (a Citgo, for those who like small details) and picked up a pack of Camel menthols (still fucking smoke to this day. Fucking bitch)
We went to a little secluded private beach (that we broke into). And sat under the stars and swam around for a while. Afterwards, we took a drive, got stoned, and I ended up in the middle of the country, on a dirt road that was all of an eighth of a mile long and was in the driveway of my good friend. She kissed my neck, while we were parking, unzipped me, gave the tip of my dick a kiss, then depantsed and mounted me.
*shame* I lasted 3 seconds and came in her *shame* Honestly, I was really lucky that I didn't knock her up. She was a bitch to me. To my credit, I kept going afterwards, as is my routine and fucked her good until I had my second shot about 5 minutes later. I had a lot of repressed fat kid semen built up.
We made fuck under the stars, and we dated for a painful 18 months afterwards. She broke into my house multiple times to rob me and my parents, she was a klepto and got arrested several times, and I hated her almost completely through our relationship. But damned if I don't owe her for poppin my cherry.
