Erotic Story #4
My first sexual encounter happened on my 18th birthday. You see, I was a
virgin and my 23-year-old boyfriend and I had decided to wait until the
time was right. We both wanted our first time together to be special.
Dave is really hot. (He's 6'4" and weighs in at a muscular 235 lbs. I'm
5'6" and weigh 135 lbs.) There were so many times... at the beach... at
the gym where we work out together... anywhere really... when we could
have lost our cool and fucked the hell out of each other... but we
waited.
I'm getting off track here so let's get back to my birthday.
My friend Marissa knew I wanted to lose my virginity on my birthday. She
and I had planned the evening down to the candle light dinner and the
lingerie I was going to wear.
It was 5 in the evening and I was with her at her father's cabin on the
lake getting ready for the big night. While Marissa put the final
touches on the dinner table, I showered.
Marissa wanted me to put my long light brown hair up in a loose
tasseled piece. She said it would look romantic. I knew the style would
make my girlish face mature slightly, so I agreed.
Since my birthday is in August, it was very hot in the cabin. Marissa's
father loved roughing it and didn't think air conditioning was
necessary. So when I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, I
decided not to put on my robe. I didn't want to sweat.
Marissa came into the bathroom.
"I've finished getting ready, Kelly," she said. "Come look at what I've
done with the place."
She took me by the arm and showed me around the newly decorated cabin.
She had done a wonderful job. The table was beautifully set and she had
gone into the woods to pick a gorgeous bouquet of wild flowers which
crowned the table's center.
"Oh Rissa!!! It's beautiful!!" I told her, hugging her in excitement.
"Glad you like it, Kel," Marissa said looking at my naked figure as I
pulled away from the hug. "Let's get your hair done."
I sat on a stool while she stood next to me, pulling my hair up into a
large hair clip. As she managed my hair, her breast sometimes brushed
against my skin. She was and is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen
in my life. She always hated her breasts, but I thought they were
beautiful. They were smaller and very perky and she never wore a bra.
As they brushed against my skin, I noticed her nipples were erect.
"Done," she said, pulling me up. "Check it out."
I stood and gazed into the mirror. The hair looked good, but I realized
my coochie had grown wet thinking about her breasts. I looked at her in
the mirror. She was smiling, holding a bottle of hair spray.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I love it, Rissa," I told her.
"God, I love your tits," she said, shocking me.
"What?" I asked.
"You've got the most perfect breasts," she said. "I wish they were
mine."
"No, Rissa," I started. "Yours are perfect... you don't have to wear a
bra or anything and they're so perky."
She looked down at her chest. Her nipples were so hard that they poked
her cut off t-shirt out a bit.
"Nah," she said. "They're too small."
"Well, mine are too big," I said.
Then she pulled off her shirt and stood next to me, so we could examine
ourselves in the mirror. I was getting really wet, then she cupped her
hand under her breast and pushed it up, toward her mouth. She stopped.
"See, I can't even suck my own titties," she laughed.
I laughed, too. I knew I could. I'd tried it before in the shower.
"You could, though, Kelly," she said.
"Yes I can," I said.
"Do it for me," she said in a whisper.
I looked at her the took my breast to my mouth. I flicked my nipple with
my tongue. At this point, my entire body was filled with excitement. She
fondled her breasts as I licked mine.
Then I stopped.
"God, Kelly," Marissa said.
She moved a little closer to me and hugged me. Our breasts mashed
together then Marissa pulled away slightly, so our nipples would rub
against each other. She moved her face close to mine and kissed me. As
we kissed she stroked my ass and tits. Eventually, her kisses moved
along my neck and then to my titties.
I wanted her so badly.
She took my hand and pulled me into the master bedroom, where she had
lit candles for Dave and I.
"Let's go into the loft," she whispered.
We climbed the ladder into the loft. There were a few boxes in the
corner. It was dusty and hot. A small circle window was the only light.
She opened one of the boxes and found an old linen table cloth. She laid
it open on the wood floor and took my hand. We layed down and continued
to kiss. She stoked my hot, wet and newly shaved pussy, sending my body
to a wonderful sensation of shivers.
I had just worked up enough nerve to touch her own coochie when a voice
from the top of the ladder startled us both.
"This is a surprise," the voice said.
Squinting through the light to see the person was difficult, but I
recognized the voice and a sick feeling overcame me.
"Dave," Marissa said. "You weren't supposed to come this early!! Not
until 8!!"
"It is 8 Marissa," he said, moving closer to us.
Marissa and I had been caught doing something neither of us had done
before. I wanted to cry. I was so embarrassed.
The silence was killing me, but as Dave moved closer, I could see that
he was sporting a massive hard-on.
He knelt down next to me and said, "Marissa, you don't mind if I finish
here, do you?"
"Not at all..." she said with a smile. "You don't mind if I watch, do
you?"
"No," Dave said. Our eyes were locked as he moved in for a kiss.
Marissa's eyes were on us, yet I hardly noticed.
Dave pulled off his shirt and shorts and kissed me again. It seemed to
last forever.
He was gentle as he pulled on his monstrous cock while burying his face
into my warm pussy.
I closed my eyes for only a moment then glanced toward Marissa who was
busily rubbing her pussy only a few feet away.
Dave brought me to ecstasy then kissed my breasts tenderly before slowly
sliding his cock into my tight virgin pussy.
At first, it hurt a bit, but he was gentle. Once we started making love,
it felt so good.
Somewhere between Dave's eating me out and making love, Marissa had
disappeared down from the loft. When Dave and I had finished, we climbed
down to see dinner had been served only moments prior. A note was left
on the table.
"Dear Kelly, Thanks for helping me make your birthday present all the
more special. I hope I eased your tension somewhat... I love ya,
Marissa"
She had eased my tension! I wasn't even nervous about Dave and my first
time. It was a wonderful experience!!
Dave and I are still together and once in a while, Marissa joins in on
our sessions. Somehow, it wouldn't be the same without her.
And that was how my first sexual experience occurred.