The First Time
by
Bobjj123
Scott Witson stood at the mirror, carefully combing his hair as he considered the two or three red acne spots. Scott did not like what he saw. . . like most teenagers he saw his imperfections much more critically than others might see them. His six foot, 2-inch height and 17 pound weight would be considered healthy by most but to Scott, he was skinny and lacking the muscles of a real man.
Then, with his hair carefully combed, he moved away from the mirror and accepted his imperfections as fate - nothing he could do about them anyway. He carefully checked the sport jacket that he would wear later. It was clean and matched his trousers and shoes.
Then, a quick check of his shoes and some careful repair to the glossy, spit-shine that he had applied earlier. Black shoes, black socks and dark blue trousers. . . went well together.
A glance at his watch told him that he was early and had a few minutes to kill before departing. This idle time was a time to relax ut Scott was anything but relaxed. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. Then, to pass the time, he sat inhis chair and thought.
He was a normal high school guy, physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight - or at least, he had been until tonight. When his hormones began to surface, he went through all the usual teenage concerns and soon learned masturbation to pacify his urges.
It hadn't been enough! It had become painfully obvious to him that he needed a girl to completely satisfy those urges!
Four years of high school had left him still a virgin and still frustrated! It wasn't for lack of trying to find a suitable girl, nor did he lack for dates. Most of the other guys in his senior class were boasting of their conquests and while Scott was pretty sure those boasts were somewhat exaggerated other guys were getting laid with some regularity.
As he considered his situation, he realized that he might not be the guy with the most sex appeal in the class but he was pretty sure he far from having the least. It had to be something else.
He considered Jane, his last date. She was considered to be one of the sharper girls in school and rumor had it that she'd put out to several guys in his class. He had dated her four times and treated her like a lady, catered to her and displayed all the attributes of a gentleman. She had responded with goodnight kisses and had resisted any form of petting; yet, she had said that she liked him and encouraged him to continue to see her!
As he recalled their relationship he thought, "It's a lost cause. Why did I continue to date her?" Then, he thought back to Brenda. Brenda had been more cooperative at first and after the first date, she and Scott had engaged in some heavy petting but when Scott had started to unbutton her shirt, she'd stopped him! Repeated attempts had resulted in tension between them. He had always treated Brenda like a princess. . .
Then, he thought, "Perhaps that's my problem. Perhaps I should have treated them like low life and considered them with the disrespect reserved for a bad girl!" It had seemed like those guys who acted that way were the ones who scored. Still, he knew that such an approach simply wasn't in his makeup; he could never do it!
As he considered, his thoughts turned to his lack of confidence. There was no doubt that he lacked confidence. He found even talking to a girl difficult and decided this was most probably at the root cause of his inability to make out with a girl. If only he could build his confidence.
Then, there was the problem of lack of experience. Having never scored with a girl, he had no idea how to go about it. He felt like a total geek.
Then, his thoughts brightened as he reminded himself that if all went well, he'd have some experience this very night.
He'd started planning this night several months ago; shortly after his advances had been rebuffed by Brenda. He'd been out kissing and petting with her for an extended period and his cock and balls ached with the stress of frustration. Things seemed to have been going well until, each time, he'd reached for her still covered breast and was sharply rebuked.
As he withdrew his hand for perhaps the tenth tome , Brenda had insisted that he take her home immediately and soon Scott was home in his bedroom, chocking his chicken and seeking relief from his excited condition. Then, relief did not come even as he discharged his load of semen into his toilet. Later, as he had lain in his bed, still excited and with no relief, he began to formulate his plan.
He needed experience to gain confidence and he needed confidence to entice a girl to do it with him. He needed experience and there was a way.
Forty miles to the north of his home lay an old mansion well known as a brothel. There women provided the experience he needed for a price and he'd heard enough rumors at school that he had a pretty good idea of the cost and procedure.
So, the plan was formulated and Scott began saving money and working out details for his first experience in a brothel. He ended his pursuit of sex from any of the girls in his class now. . . Dates with those girls always seemed to appear fruitless anyway!
Finally, with his $100 and general instructions on how to approach the old mansion, he was ready.
So it was that he sat in his chair contemplating the big adventure on which he was about to embark. Then, his contemplation at an end it was time to act and he walked out of the house to the family sedan where he commenced his northerly drive.
As he drove, Scott felt the butterflies in his stomach again. He was nervous and thought a couple of times of calling the whole thing off. As he drove, in his mind he reminded himself that he was a geek - he needed experience. Then, he thought about the problem with social diseases which he'd been led to believe was rampant among whores. He wondered "Why hadn't he thought of that before?" asw he pressed on and darkness pressed in around him..
Then, at county road no 95, he turned right and followed the narrow road into the foothills where he found the parking lot for the old mansion. Turning his vehicle into the lot and feeling guilty, he drove the family sedan to the darkest corner of the lot, free from prying eyes that might recognize it.
The butterflies in his stomach had increased in intensity as he carefully locked the car and walked to the front door of the old mansion. His body trembled and he felt the bitter taste of bile in his mouth. It was shear willpower alone that kept him from returning home as he moved towards the door with a fixed and steady purpose.
Then, at the door he pushed the doorbell button and waited. Seconds passed as Scott felt them as minutes. . .maybe longer. When the door opened, Scott found himself facing a beautiful, blond woman dressed in a formal gown and exuding sex appeal. He was surprised to see a beautiful woman even as he pondered what sort of person he expected at the door.
"Come on in," the blond woman said, "What can we do for you?"
As Scott entered the big room he felt sick. . .Now, he was tense and scared ! . .scared of the unknown! His resolve had withered as he faced the woman who had greeted him. It was too late to change his mind now!
The blond woman was quite cordial and friendly as she took Scott to be seated. "The girls are all busy right now but they'll be out in a few minutes. Can I get you a drink - a coke or something." she said
As he was seated in a comfortable easy chair, Scott declined the drink. His stomach was in no condition to accept food or drink as he grew even more tense as his stomach began to revolt. Then, as he waited, some of his concern seemed to dissipate. There was no immediate concern and he had adjusted to those he'd concerns he had encountered so far. He was about to see a woman that would make him a man. . .
Then, the women came in. Three whores, dressed in their skimpy costumes that adequately exposed their best features for their customers benefit came and sat on a sofa, facing Scott. They seemed friendly enough.
As Scott surveyed the three, another client, one Scott hadn't known was there went to the older woman of the three and said something. The woman arose from the sofa, took the man's arm and led him up the stairs. Scott continued to study the other two with an eye to making a selection. Obviously, there was a sense of urgency lest some other client come and take his choice before he could get to her.
It was then that another woman walked into the room - a young woman, not much older than Scott and quite stunning. He moved quickly to claim her and as he arose from his chair, she turned to face him. "Wanta' come play with me?" she asked as Scott felt his knees go weak.
"Are you available?" he asked and the young woman took him by the arm and led him towards the staircase to the second floor. "My name is Sammie. This your first time here?" the woman asked and Scott said simply, "It's my first time anywhere."
"You mean you're a virgin? She asked mater-of-factly.
"Yeah! I am!" he admitted.
"Well, you just let little ole Sammie take care of everything. I'll make it good for you." the whore said.
Then, as Sammie directed him into one of the second floor rooms, Scott felt his tensions begin to abate. He was about to get fucked! It's what he wanted and what he'd come for and all was going well.
As Sammie explained the terms of their meeting and the financial transaction, Scott handed her the money which she took and left the room momentarily to return with a big smile.
"Let's get out of those clothes there partner. Can't make whoppie with your clothes on now can we," the woman known as Sammie said.
Scott moved with lightning speed to shed his clothing. Any embarrassment he might have felt being nude in front of a woman were quickly subordinated by the sensations he felt when she took her pan of warm soap and water, grasped his already stiff cock and washing his sex organs and groin. The smell of the antiseptic soap solution assaulted his nostrils as she handled his organs in a familiar way.
"Gotta' get you all cleaned up," Sammie said as she washed him carefully. Then, having washed him, Sammie carefully toweled him dry and motioned to the bed where a special large towel had been placed to catch any body fluids that my result from their act and soil the bed cover. "He thought briefly as the odor of disinfectant came to him, "How efficient and sanitary they are," and was reminded that this was a professional visit, not a place to develop an emotional attachment!
Then, having handled the details, Sammie stepped back a few steps from Scott and proceeded to remove her skimpy costume to reveal a nice body with small, nicely shaped breasts and just a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her eyes caught Scotts with practiced precision as she asked, "You like what you see?" Scott did!
Having gotten his lust up to fever pitch, Sammie took him by the hand an led him to the bed where she positioned herself on the towel and motioned for Scott to mount her. n Scott hesitated. . .unsure of what was to happen next as he felt his mouth dry and the bitter taste of bile rising again in his throat. His body trembled in anticipation.
With his final resolve, he moved over her and settled between Sammie's splayed knees where he felt his whore take his cock and position it at the entrance to her vagina where an excess of KY-gel awaited and before he had time to react, he felt his cock slide into her cunt.
It was as no other before, as the sensations of his cock sliding into her reached his mind and he was sure he'd never felt any other approaching them in intensity or downright pleasure. This was what the guys talked about in the locker room. . . it was what he was seeking! No matter that the woman was a pro, a prostitute, and there was no feeling save the sensations emanating from his cock. . . how simple life was in high school days!
Suddenly the sour taste was gone, his stomach relieved, and his tenseness abated! He began to concentrate on his technique. . . fucking awkwardly at first; then, better with some guidance from the woman under him and familiarity that came with experience.
Being young and inexperienced, Scott was soon primed for ejaculation. Only a couple of thrusts were necessary to bring him off. . . The advantage of being young however is that the young can come back quickly - sometimes so quickly that it would appear they'd never wilted at the groin in he first place. Such was the case with Scott.
When Sammie felt the familiar signs in Scott's body that told her that he'd shot his wad, she pressed him to remove his limp cock from her and get off her. Scott; however, felt no such desired and he remained, momentarily, over her, gently touching her breasts and nipples.
As Sammie was contemplating her next move she felt Scott move and his cock, stiff as ever, begin to thrust deep into her again. There now appeared to be only one simple solution for her. . .one that she accepted as she lay back and began to meet his thrusts.
This time, Sammie would have to work for her fee. Scott, having discharged his first load, had staying power and it was her job to get him off - the sooner, the better! She began massaging his breasts and kissing his nipples.
Time passed as Scott continued to gain experience. A minute! Then two and three and four, etc., passed and the two went through different styles of coitus. It was while Sammie was sitting between Scotts legs with her breasts pressed to his and his cock fully embedded in her that he felt his second release building and prepared.
Then, it was over. . .as Sammie rose up, even as the last spurt of jizm erupted from Scott's cock, and moved away from him. In seconds she had a basin of warm water and wash cloth to clean him up before he dressed. Then he quickly dressed and Sammie was hurriedly escorting him to the big room where she kissed him on the cheek and suggested he come back to see her again.
It seemed like a short drive back home and Scott was feeling his elation! He was a man! He'd fucked a woman - No matter that it was a whore! No matter that there'd been no emotion involved! No matter that he'd driven 40 miles to an assignation and acted in secrecy lest the word leaked out that he'd fucked a common whore,
A week passed; then, two when Scott met Brenda in the hall and their eyes met. For Brenda it was a new experience. Scott had never looked at her as though he was really seeing her before and it rather scared her. The simple adoration in his eyes had brought a rise in her lust. "Funny," she thought, "I'd never seen that look there before."
Then, as they talked, she chanced to make eye contact again to verify what she'd seen. It struck her like a lightning bolt! He wanted her. . .He wanted to do it with her. She had never seen such powerful emotion before and again her fears were ignited. Had Scott made a move on her then, she'd probably have bolted but he didn't and they parted.
Brenda was a virgin. . . not that she had any qualms about sex; it was more that she hadn't met the guy she wanted to do it with yet! Suddenly, in the hall, Scott had excited her and brought out her needs in a way she'd never experienced - and he'd not been on a date with her in a year!
Of course, Scott was unaware of his new found power and found Brenda's interest rather a stroke of his ego. He had no idea how much he had affected the girl. On the other hand, he found himself taking a renewed interest in her. Perhaps. . . .
When the two met a few days later, during lunch hour, Brenda was more than cordial as she sought Scott's attention and it was more than ego that held his attention after that. Brenda was beautiful, more so than any other girl in his class, he was sure of that. Her beauty seemed to extend deeper - to her heart and mind! He found himself wanting all three. . .
He found himself staring at her luscious body and wondering what it'd look like without clothes.
Of course, Brenda was quietly aware of his adoration and reveled in it. She began to openly seek his gaze. Then, suddenly, out of the blue, she found herself saying, "Scott, my folks are going to be gone this weekend and I'll have the house to myself. Wanta' come over and play?"
Scott did not hesitate to ask questions as he agreed to be there.
So it was at 1700 hours, Saturday, Scott arrived at Brenda's front door as planned. There, Brenda opened the door to his and faced him in a red mini-dress and looking like a million dollars. Scott, on entering, handed her the flowers he'd brought for the occasion and removed his sport coat that was a trifle much for the warm spring day.
Brenda had arranged a nice dinner, in advance, with linen table cloths, napkins and candlelight and the food she had prepared was tasty and well prepared. It was after dinner as the table was cleared and the dishes put away that Scott moved behind Brenda and pressed her into the kitchen counter with his body. As he did he could feel her there trapped.
Brenda turned to face Scott and raised her face up to him in anticipation. They kissed and in seconds they passed any previous moves she had ever allowed from him before. Their tongues met and they dueled for supremacy in their mouths.
Scott, now embolden by her new attitude, reached behind her and grasped the cheeks of her buttocks to draw her against this hard member. She did not resist as she increased the intensity of their kiss.
Again Scott pressed his luck as he placed his hand on her breast! He found no resistance and it was at that instant that he discovered that it was he that was being seduced. Even as his mind filled with pride and his ego burst forth, he realized the great responsibility that was being thrust upon him. He was about to take a virgin, heart, mind and body!
Two hours later, as they lay in each other's arms, kissing and playing together in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter, Scott held Brenda close and adored her as never before. She had just delivered her virginity to him, trusting that he wouldn't hurt her or debase her or show disrespect for her in any way and he would honor that.
For the next few months, Scott and Brenda were both best friends and lovers; then Brenda went away to the university and Scott left for the army. Both the friendship and the hormones were eventually dulled by the distance between them.
Brenda married first and a year later Scott took his bride back to his home town to live. Today, they live not ten miles apart and meet often socially. Scott always smiles and greets Brenda like an old and true friend when they make contact and she returns his cordial greeting.
Neither of them ever mentions their past.
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