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I received my first sexual experiences at the age of 18, during my senior year of high school. At that age I was a little frustrated that it had taken so long before actually experiencing the sexual contact with girls I had masturbated so often thinking about. I, like many viv thomas butterfly other teenage boys, spent all of the time I wasn’t thinking about masturbating busily masturbating to internet porn or thoughts of my female classmates. My lack of sexual experience wasn’t due to lack of popularity with the girls, but more so a combination of lack of time and living further away from my friends and not having a car. When I was 18, I was a pretty confident young man, eager to impress the ladies with my toned 6’2", 185 pound body thanks to playing soccer just about every day. (In case you’re wondering, in my pants I am proud to carry a 6.1 inch, uncircumcised and thick cock.) Soccer was also the reason why I never had a lot of time outside of school to hangout with girls. There always seemed to be an important game or tournament on the weekends when there would be parties. So, I always had to hear stories the next day from my friends while chatting on AIM (like all the cool kids those days) about how they had been making out with this girl in someone’s basement closet. As we got older the stories went from make outs in basements to handjobs/blowjobs, then fucking at someone’s party while their parents were out of town. Mostly it was my best friend Jim, who was a tall and handsome guy, who’d relate his experiences to me. Every time I heard another story in perhaps too much detail, I couldn’t help but feel a little excited and jealous. Jim and I always had each other’s back, or well, mostly it was me covering for Jim. On weekends, he was always "over at my house" or we were going to watch a late movie. I was the one friend his parents trusted, so they’d never bother to call my house to check up on Jim, to see if he was really there. In my mind I lived vicariously through Jim, imagining it was me in his place, having my cock stroked and sucked by the girl I had a crush on at that time. This always resulted in my cock becoming ridiculously hard and needing attention. I’d tell my parents I’d be busy, close my bedroom door, and proceed to stroke myself to another strong orgasm.
Afterwards, I’d always have a moment of clarity before my next erection hit where I’d think, as horny as I get from the thought of some random hot girl sucking my cock I think I would prefer getting it from someone I had a connection with. This was my other problem, I liked the idea of having a girlfriend and a relationship. To this day, I much prefer sex with my long time partner to any of the random hookups I’ve had. Due to this fact, and my lack of time, I often ended up in the friend zone with many girls I had crushes on. Don’t get me wrong, while that was frustrating sexually, I did genuinely enjoy the friendships I had with these girls. It wasn’t until I had my first serious relationship until I got my first introduction to the female body. Jess was a very sweet, wonderful, and pale skinned strawberry blonde, about 5’9" with a slender, athletic body with a nice pair of C breasts. Her ass was nice and firm from her running. My god did she turn me on, I always had to hide my intense erections around her. We had been friends for a while, but one day we began to awkwardly flirt and exchange notes during class, as you did at that age. Then viv thomas lisa we took the exchanges to AIM and texting on our cellphones before I finally got the courage to ask her on a date. We’d been together for a couple of weeks before we finally had some real time alone together, having done nothing but kiss. She was coming over to my house on Saturday afternoon/evening and we’d planned to watch a movie together in my room. I remember being so nervous and excited at the prospect of having Jess all to myself in my room. My mind and my cock became highly aroused by the myriad of possibilities of what might happen. Would she let me touch her breasts? Maybe she’d let me touch her ass, or her pussy. The pressure in my pants grew unbearable. I’d heard that it was better to masturbate before a date, to stave off embarrassing erections and to prevent premature ejaculation. I didn’t know if I believed it, but figured it couldn’t hurt to relieve some pressure. I began to stroke myself to the idea of our naked, sweaty bodies intertwined on my bed in deep passion. I imagined what her breasts and nipples might look and feel like, or her ass. What would her pussy feel like? My mind tried to fill in the blanks as best it could until I felt that familiar pressure grow inside me until my cock starting pulsing, shooting my semen onto the towel I used to clean myself up.
I was able to control myself for the rest of the day, mostly, until I heard the doorbell ring. My heart started racing, a mix of excitement and nerves. She came in, and after a little small talk with my family we headed up to my room. I was fortunate that my parents were not very strict when it came to having girls over, and the topic of sex. They understood what being a teenager was like, and were always positive about sex, as long as it was safe and consensual. I was very thankful for this because I never grew up with a lot of the feelings of guilt and shame about sex that many others have. I enjoyed spending time with Jess, talking to her, being with her, so as excited as I was about exploring sex with her I didn’t want to put any pressure on it or make her feel like I expected anything from her. She took a seat on my bed and I started playing the dvd we’d rented, Enemy at the Gates, turned off the lights and took a seat next to her. At first we just sat there with my arm around her, watching the movie, exchanging a few kisses. Then the scene came on where Jude Law and Rachel Weisz start having sex inside the Russian barracks. A sudden tension filled the air between us, my heart rate starting to pick up a little, the sight of two actors having sex on a small computer screen enough to send the minds of two hormone charged teens into overdrive. With my arm still around her, I could feel her breathing more heavily as well, probably just as nervous about what was going on as I was. The tension and hormones becoming overwhelming, I moved to kiss her, deeply, drawing her into me. We slowly began to lay back on the bed, arms entangled around us, tongues darting deep into each other. My room quickly began to feel a lot warmer, the humidity in the air increasing. She was laying on her back with me on my side next to her. It was obviously apparent, thanks to the hard bulge in my pants pressing against her leg, that I was excited. She invited me to let my hands wander over her clothes. I remember her wearing a soft sweater, that felt nice against my fingertips, with a cotton t-shirt underneath. My hands explored her, feeling her body over her clothes, feeling her curves and the warmth of her skin underneath the material. My mind still racing, trying to keep up with what was happening, trying to store every little detail of this new experience having never touched a girl like this before. Soon we broke our embrace so that she could remove her sweater. I was feeling my viv thomas hornier than I’d ever thought possible. We quickly got back to kissing and I let my hand travel down her body to the end of her t-shirt and slowly slid it underneath. Feeling, for the first time, the warmth and soft texture of her skin on my fingertips and savoring the moment. I became a little more daring and let my hand travel up her body, feeling her chest heaving underneath me, finally resting underneath her bra. I asked for her permission for me to continue, telling her to let me know if she was at all uncomfortable. She gave me her permission and she would let me know where to stop. My hand first traveled over her bra, lightly squeezing her breasts, feeling her hard nipples pushing against the material. My hand then traveled underneath her bra, for the first time ever feeling the softness of a girl’s breast, going up, and feeling the heat of her hard, pencil eraser sized nipple against my palm. She let out a soft moan while I felt a shiver going down my body causing my cock to twitch and ache inside the confined space of my jeans. I was in heaven, this was a big moment in both our lives. After reveling in the feeling of her naked breasts, I let my hand go back to traveling over her body again, feeling the heat emanating from between her legs as I traveled down over her jean clad thigh. I pulled her into me and she rolled me over, getting on top of me, kissing me deeply still. If you hadn’t know better, you would have thought our mouths had been stitched together the whole time. I allowed my hand to travel down her back, caressing her skin, moving underneath the waist of her pants. Traveling over the material of her soft cotton panties I gently caressed her ass. Moving back up a bit, my hand now slid underneath her panties, over the soft but firm skin of her ass. I savored the feeling of the naked flesh on my hand while I kissed her neck, allowing me to get a quick glimpse over her back to see the soft pale skin of her ass cheeks. She allowed me to keep massaging her ass for a few minutes, my hand exploring the curves of her skin, but being too afraid to really travel to areas unknown. The whole time I could feel the tremendous heat from her pussy, getting warmer as I traveled lower down her ass. I flipped her over again, hand still down the back of her pants, and placed her on her back.
Our breathing labored as we kissed, not allowing ourselves the luxury of breathing. I took my hand back to caressing her stomach, slowly sliding down from her belly button and down further until I traveled over the crotch of her jeans. I remember that feeling, the heat and slight dampness between her legs, sending another twitch through my cock, which was steadily leaking precum in my boxers. We’d lost all interest in the movie by now. Each move of my hand was slow and deliberate, waiting for approval, not wanting to offend her. My hand lingered on her crotch for a moment before taking it back up and sliding it slowly into her pants, underneath her panties. Making its way slowly down unknown territory, stopping when I ella and anouska reached the soft curls of her pubic hair. My mind was in all states right now, not believing what was happening next. Jess moved her hand to undo her belt, followed by undoing the button on her jeans, and unzipping them just enough to give me better access. I followed her lead and let my hand travel further through her pubic hair, over her pubic mound, feeling the heat grow with each inch, feeling the unknown folds of skin of her clitoris and labia. I recall she was wet, very wet, as my finger easily slid between her labia and began to probe the depths of her pussy. Sliding in I can remember the heat and the texture of her pussy was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I let myself quickly imagine how good it would feel wrapped around my cock, but I refocused on reality, I was feeling a girl’s pussy for the first time. She let out soft moans as I allowed my finger to dart in and out of her wetness, marveling at the ribbed texture of her tight vaginal walls. The musty smell of her wetness accompanied by the feel of her pussy, her soft moans, was making the experience almost unbearable for my cock. I so badly wanted to feel her touch me, to feel a release. I continued to finger her for a little while until we both became aware that the dvd menu had been playing on repeat for a while now. Sadly, we also realized she had to be home in 15 minutes, so we straightened ourselves out as best we could, said goodnight, and she was on her way. The rest of the night I relived the night in my mind, reliving each sensation, the feel of her skin, her wetness, her smell.
Her scent still lingering on fingers, sent my cock right back to full attention. This had been my first intensely erotic experience and I couldn’t help but rub myself through my pants, wanting to take them off and stroke my cock so badly. I managed to wait until my family was asleep, until I got on my bed, naked, and allowed myself my release. My cock was already slippery with precum, having left a huge wet spot in my boxers and my jeans. I was so sensitive, the feeling of my hand slowly stroking up and down my shaft was pure bliss. I closed my eyes, imagining it was Jess stroking me while thinking about her body. Her breasts, her nipples, her ass, her pussy. My balls ached, full of cum, desperately waiting to be released. I stroked harder now, feeling myself getting close, and then over the edge. My release felt amazing, shooting rope of after rope of hot cum into the air and all over my body. Lost in the moment, not really caring where it landed. I cleaned myself off and drifted off to sleep imagining Jess, naked next to me, our sweaty bodies in post-orgasmic bliss.
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