My first time was something all girls dream about. It was sensual and carefree. An experience that left me feeling more than fufilled. It was with the perfect person too.
I was fifteen when I lost my virginity to him. He was a friend of my dads, worked with him and of course came over to my family's house for dinner like he did every Saturday night. We had dinner and were all sitting in the backyard, talking and watching a volleyball game between my brothers. I had noticed earlier that I was getting funny looks from him, so many that several times I had gone inside and looked in the mirror to make sure nothing was wrong. Then I assumed he was mad at me for something, so I tried to steer clear of him as much as I could, without seeming rude.
My mom sent me into the house to get more beer for my dad. I was walking down the steps of our basement to our "beer fridge" and I heard a noise behind me. I looked back and he was standing there, wearing his tight jeans and leather. I thought he came down to help me bring up more beer, but I was wrong.
I walked to the fridge, opening it and bending over to pull out the case of budlight. He walked up to me and took the beer from me and set it on the table.
"Brynn" he whispered. I shivered not from fear, but from the rush of heat I felt when he said my name.
"Brynn, you are so beautiful" he said, tracing a finger along my neck, never taking his eyes from my face. Excited by the touch of his fingers on my neck, I nearly jumped out of my skin when his other hand came up to cup my breast.
"I love your tight little body, Brynn. Your breasts are perfect." He kissed me then and the kiss sent chills down my back. He pulled my shirt up and off.
He took my hand and flattened it against his chest. "Touch me, Brynn." He said. I looked up at him a moment and shook my head. "I don't know how." I said looking down. He laughed a little and took my hand rubbing it over the ripples in his chest, "Like this."
He took his leather coat and shirt off then. The smell of leather disappearing replaced by old spice and pure man, was intoxicating to me. He started to unbutton my jeans and then paused.
"Brynn, am I going to fast?" he asked. "No" I said, shaking my head. He didn't wait another minute, my jeans pooled around my feet and I stepped out of them, clad only in my bra and panties. He stripped off his jeans and the rest of my clothes and lifted me up unto the pool table.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked as he slipped a finger inside of me, causing me to moan. I shook my head again. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "Never" I answered. He fucked me with his finger, making me swirl into a world of darkness, and making me feel as if I could fly.
He shifted and lay on top of me completely. He spread my knees apart and edged between my thighs. He kissed me then and pushed his cock into me. I cried out at the burning pain but soon it stopped and all I felt was pleasure.
I clung to his shoulders wanting more and more of him. He began thrust harder and deeper going hard and fast. I didn't want him to stop, it felt so good.
He flipped me over then and started thrusting into me from behind, he reached around and started playing with my tits. I came again and again. He pushed hard into me and held himself there as deep shudders ripped through his body.
He turned me around so I was facing him and gave me a long, hard kiss then got up pulling on his jeans and lighting up a marlboro. I got dressed, the whole time not saying a word to eachother. When I had finished he walked up and hugged me, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Kid" he said and walked upstairs carrying the beer with him. I waited about ten minutes and then went upstairs myself. Everyone was still outside but him. My parents told me had gone home. I saw him again after that, and for awhile it was awkward for me but I got over it and from this day he's still the best lover I've ever had.
© B.D. 2011