My Very First Time - Part 1

Vatsa,

This is a fun request! I haven't thought about those early experiences in a while.

Because of certain aspects of my childhood (mainly growing up as a sick kid and spending a lot of time in hospitals), I was much older than my friends when I had my first intimate experiences. I didn't even kiss a boy until I was 17 (and it wasn't a boy... he was at least ten years older than I and it was truly amazing, definitely one of the best first kisses in the history of first kisses).

But that's probably a more tame story than what you are looking for. I was 19 when I first became intimate with a man. His name was Doug and he lived in the Presidio and was introduced to me by a co-worker of mine, who just happened to be his best friend. Doug was 26, as I recall and gorgeous. I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him and was thrilled when he showed a similar interest in me.

At the time, I was still living with my parents in Monterey, and Doug's Dad lived in Monterey, as well. Doug would often come down to visit his Dad and we started hanging out a lot with John, my co-worker/mutual friend.

We became intimate almost immediately after meeting each other. The three of us were at Doug's dad's place (although his Dad wasn't actually home) and we were drinking. It must be my Irish heritage but I've always been a fan of whiskey, and we were all drinking Bushmills Irish whiskey. I was wearing a small, black v-neck shirt that was cropped a bit at my waist, a black mini-skirt, black heels and black satin-and-lace bra and panties. The whole night Doug and I were sitting very close, touching each other, his hand resting on my knee and slowly sliding up my leg, almost under my skirt. I remember that we kept staring at each other, just knowing that something was going to happen that night. John took off once it became apparent that Doug and I were a bit obsessed with each other, and things were awkward for a moment. Doug went into the kitchen to pour us another shot, and I followed him and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, absolutely knowing what I looked like with my legs slightly spread.

When he brought me the glass, he settled himself between my open legs and said something along the lines of "You're so beautiful," which I'd never really heard before and it made my heart race. He was over 6' tall, so we were at eye level with me sitting on the counter, and he leaned in for a kiss and... wow. I still get all hot just thinking about it. He was only the third boy I'd ever kissed, so I was incredibly nervous and he was so gentle with me. His tongue caressing mine as his hands slid up my legs, over the inside of my thighs, his fingers drawing circles on my sensitive skin, driving me absolutely wild.

He had a tongue piercing and I loved sucking his tongue into my mouth and nipping the piercing. It made him laugh. My fingers were stroking through his dark hair while we made out and it wasn't long before his hands were completely up my skirt, his fingers brushing against the satin crotch of my panties. I'd only been touched there before by one guy and it was a horrible experience but Doug's fingers were incredible, and electric. I could feel my panties getting wet the more he touched me.

He leaned away from me, breaking the kiss, and told me that he wanted to take my top off. He knew how inexperienced I was and that I'd never undressed in front of a man before but... I really wanted him to take my shirt off. So, of course, I said yes and off went my small, black cotton top. Doug also stripped his shirt off and... wow. He had a beautifully muscular chest, dark olive skin and almost no chest hair. I thought I'd be nervous, sitting on a kitchen counter, my skirt up around my waist, my breasts barely contained in my black satin bra while Doug stared at me but I was so consumed with memorizing his body with my hands that I didn't even think to be nervous.

We continued to kiss, his hands running all over my body, sliding up my back and unclasping my bra, which I didn't even realize had happened until I felt his hands on my bare breasts. Even though I was taking constant ballet classes and was very thin, and fit, I've always had large breasts... 32-DD's since high school, and Doug was fascinated by them. His hands were incredibly gentle as he cupped them, his fingers kneading them, running over my erect nipples. I remember he stopped long enough to pull the pony-tail holder out of my hair--he said something about wanting to see my red hair draped over my shoulders, and chest.

We had stopped kissing by that point and I was starting to get nervous, my hands were restless on his body while he ran his fingers through my hair, dancing them lightly over my breasts. Just when I was getting really, really nervous, he dipped his head and kissed one of my nipples and I started moaning. I tipped my head back a bit, and arched my back to give him better access and he feasted on my pale breasts. Sucking, licking, nipping them with his teeth, squeezing them with his hands. It was amazing. My breasts were swelling with arousal, my nipples hardening and my panties were getting soaked.

I was so lost in the sensations that I couldn't hold myself up any longer, so I laid back on the counter (it was really a large island) and Doug groaned loudly, grasped my hips, pulled me closer to him, my damp panties pressing against his jeans, his erection large and obvious, and he bent over me to continue suckling my breasts. I just laid back on the island, my hands in his hair, while he sucked and nipped me.

God, it was incredible. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. At some point while he was sucking and biting my nipple, his hands started sliding back up my skirt, and he was startled by how wet the crotch of my panties was... I remember him saying that I was so wet and that it felt so good.

He fingered me through the damp satin, pressing the slick material against my pussy and clit. I'd long since forgotten to be embarrassed and was completely lost in a fog of arousal. I was moaning, and whimpering, and squirming all over the place.

Eventually, he lifted his head from my breasts, captured my mouth in another drugging kiss and murmured that he wanted to taste me. I was so innocent that I had no idea what he was talking about--we were already kissing, he'd already sucked my nipples, what was there left to taste?

When I asked him that, he just smiled, straightened up, his hands sliding from my shoulders, over my breasts, to my waist where my skirt was pushed up, and he told me to just lie there and wait. Within seconds he'd crouched down between my legs and suddenly I realized what he meant and I was utterly astonished. Surely he didn't mean THAT and THERE... I'm sure I made some startled, nervous noise but he'd already pushed aside my panties and he gave me one long lick.

OOHHH, I remember thinking... THAT'S what it feels like. His tongue gently caressing my clit, licking and swirling inside the lips of my pussy and I was moaning and pressing myself closer to his mouth. (I'm seriously turning myself on right now.) I draped my legs over his shoulders, pressing his head between my thighs and he moaned into my pussy and, once again, I was lost, my body engulfed with fiery desire.

It wasn't long before I was grinding my hips, gyrating my pussy against his mouth and he was laughing, telling me how great it was that I loved the feeling of his tongue on me. I had no idea what to expect and when he pressed his tongue piercing (a rod with a ball at the top, right in the middle of his tongue) against my clit I went absolutely wild. Doug knew exactly what he was doing as he rubbed my clit with that metal ball, and I had locked my legs around his head, desperate to keep him right there, between my legs.

When he slipped a finger into my cunt I started bucking and moaning very loudly--I've always been noisy, from the very beginning. His tongue was still torturing me exquisitely, licking my clit, rubbing the metal piercing all over my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth and when he started working his finger in and out of my cunt I went absolutely crazy. It wasn't long before I had an orgasm--the first one I hadn't given myself, through masturbation and I swear I felt Doug shaking with the tremors of my pleasure. I was completely out-of-control, moaning and almost screaming "Ohmigod!" over and over, my cum gushing all over his face and fingers, my legs around my head, my hips bucking on the counter.

When I finally came back down to earth, Doug straightened up and just looked at me... sprawled topless on the kitchen island, my red hair all over the place from my thrashing, my skirt pushed up, my panties pushed aside and my legs completely spread and I started to get a bit nervous. A bit self-conscious, since I'd never been so exposed before... I propped myself up on my elbows, sitting up slightly and Doug just stared at me. Making me more and more nervous until he told me that I was beautiful, and incredible and that he wanted more of me.

Wow. Quite a long email for just one little encounter... I have barely touched upon that first, incredible night.

Let me know if I'm giving you the answers you were looking for and I'll write more about the rest of that night. When we went from the kitchen to the privacy of a bedroom.

Camella