1st Girlfriend by loyalsock

1st Girlfriend by loyalsockI had a couple of girlfriends before I met the one I lost my virginity with. A few fast and foolish relation-ships that can only be justified in the teenage mentalityof "Live for the moment! You're only young once." I learned how to French kiss, how to feel up a squirming girl for all I could get, I even got a very amateur blow-job a couple of times. But I never got to go all the way with those preg-nancy paranoid teenage girls. I was 14 at the time and pretty amateur myself.When I was 15 I moved in with my uncle's family in another part of the city. The side of the city where girl were a lot less well brought up. My earlier attempts at getting into a girl's womanhood had failed in the face of virtue, morals and just plain common sense. In this new neighborhood however, the boundaries on how far a good girl should let a guy go were subtly different. It was a lower income area and the families usually had any parental authority figures out at full-time jobs. This left the young girls and boys to pretty much raise themselves. Consequently, there were a lot less morals, virtues and common sense to impede a young man's sexual progress.I first began to realize this when I met Lisa. She was a friend of my cousin's who was always around the house watching TV, Movies and just hanging out with us. She was 15, my age, very thin, wavy blond, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes and a smile so sweet it made you cringe not to kiss her when she flashed it. I was attracted to her immediately but was too shy to say so. My cousin knew it though. She teased me to distraction whenever Lisa was scheduled to come over.One night when she had stayed a little too late watching a scary movie I was nominated by my aunt to walk the poor dear home. Of course I was more than happy to do it, seizing on the opportunity to spend a little time alone with the object of my secret desires. Perhaps I could tell her my feelings about her. Perhaps she felt the same way. Perhaps I might even get a kiss out of the deal.Well we walked slowly and talked all the way. Just the trivial getting-to-know-you-better stuff at first, but as we neared her house she complained of being chilly. What was a poor young gentleman to do but cautiously put his arm around the maiden-in-distress? Our conversation warmed a little after that. We walked the finally stretch to her front door with my arm around her and eventually I felt her arm slip around my waist too. Hey, the girl was just trying to keep warm, right? It came out in the dialog that my cousin had mentioned to Lisa that I liked her. I gallantly confessed that I found almost nothing about her I did not like. She tilted her head onto my shoulder and gave me a sweet thank you nudge.Then we were at her door. I didn't get a kiss goodnight. Just a thank you and a phone number. She told me to call her when I got home cause she wanted to talk some more."Won't I wake your parents?" I asked."Nah, I just live with my dad and he's been in bed since 8:00. He wouldn't wake if the house caved in around him."So I said goodbye and sprinted all the way home with a hard on and a head full of teenage giddiness.We talked until dawn and still had more to say when her dad poked his head in her bedroom door and told her to get the hell off the phone. She said she would come over after school and visit us again. I fell asleep with a ten foot wide grin and slept until 11:00 am. What the hell, my grades were shitty anyway.We were kind of awkward together that afternoon when she and my cousin got home. We hung around as usually but there was something new in the air between us. Several times my cousin purposely left us alone together but we felt too awkward to pick up where we'd left off at 5:30 that morning.It's one thing to spill out your heart and soul over the phone in the middle of the night, but it's totally differentwhen you gotta face the person the next day.We watched a movie in silence. Lisa asked for a blanket to cover up with, complaining of being chilly again, and then offered to share half of it with me. My cousin was none the wiser in the darkened room as Lisa's foot began to move slowly up my leg beneath the cover. As the movie went on my hand began to wander up her leg as well. I stroked and caressed her calves and thighs with adolescent excitement, trembling at the touch of forbidden fruit, and marveling that it was her putting the moves on me!I didn't dare go into the private region however, it was far too soon in the game, even for a couple of daring flirts like us. The closest I got was her inner, upper thigh where I felt the damp heat radiating from her excited vulva from six inches away. Then she closed her thighs upon me in a nonverbal negation that I was all too used to. So I cautiously retreated with only a hint of things to come hanging in my memory. She was pretty steamed up down there, and I had to admit the situation had promise.The movie ended around 11:30 and this time I volunteered to walk her home. kuşadası escort This time our arms went around each other immediately and there was a lot less talking. We quietly strolled along making only the odd comment here and there about the events of the evening. Soon we arrived at her house."Can you walk me to my door?" she asked."Sure," I smiled.This time I did get a goodnight kiss. After an awkward silence I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back and it snow-balled from there. We kissed standing in her back porch for twenty or so minutes. Then we kind of fell into a near-by chair and kissed sitting there for who-knows-how-long. Our hands wandered in and out of each other's shirts and all over everywhere else as we went. Eventually she moved from sitting sideways across my lap to outright straddling me in the chair. My neglected penis was tortured with the bliss of being crushed against her hot sweaty vulva and feeling only the dry cloth of my underwear. My head began to spin. When we finally came up for air it was almost 1:00 am."Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I should say goodnight til it be 'morrow...." I quoted dreamily."It's only been two days, but I feel like I've known you forever," she sighed."Should I phone you when I get home?" I asked."No, I gotta get some sleep or I'll pass out in school.""Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" I proposed boldly."You mean go out with you? officially?""Yeah," I answered."Of course..."Then I kissed her again. I had had a hard on for so long that it began to ache, literally, but I didn't want to push my luck in going into any private territory. It was another fifteen minutes before I finally tore myself away and floated home five feet off the ground. All of the sudden it wasn't just about sex anymore. I found myself actually falling for this girl.So the next day when my cousin got home from school I got teased even more, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait to see her and kiss her and hold her and be all over her. I was crazy about it. I was crazy about her being crazy about me. My cousin informed me that I was all she talked about all day and that she was on cloud nine. I loved it!So she came over that evening again, more to see me this time than my cousin and we "watched a movie" under a blanket with my cousin on the other end of the sectional pretending she didn't notice us carrying on like two long lost lovers, kissing and fondling and whispering in each other's ear.I felt her up that night too. My hand meandered it's way down her belly and slid carefully between her legs. She resisted at first but I began licking and sucking and nibbling at her ear lobe, panting how much I wanted to be alone with her as I went. Soon her thighs relaxed and I landed on mount Venus with a silent cheer. She was hot! I could feel the heat of her emanating from the cloth of her little pink sweat pants, right through her panties and all, and she began to grind herself against my hand. I massaged her like that until she began to tremble in my arms. My erection began to ache once again. I marveled at how aloof my cousin seemed only a few feet away from all our action.Then my aunt came into the room and, with a glance at our flushed faces and tousled hair, suggested that it was getting kinda late. My cousin told her the movies was almost over and I would walk Lisa home when it was done and she left the room with a smirk.As soon as she was gone my hand went into Lisa's pants. I felt the bush of pubic hair and then the labia, and slid a dexterous finger into her vagina before she realized what was happening. She was sopping wet and hot as an Easy-Bake oven. I felt the twinge of her inner muscles clamping around me and all of the sudden she tugged my hand out of her pants. I had discovered her slippery secrets and was from then on tortured with the notion of someday sliding my erection into that beautifully wet place my fortuitous fingers had just vacated.My prior relations on the other side of town had yielded as much fruit as this but they were never so exciting. They had been merely desperate fumbling in which the balk was inevitable. Those girls had the pleasure of knowing how much I wanted them and that was all they needed. They were emotionally satisfied with my desire for them, never considering the torture I endured but thought they were doing me the biggest favor in the world by letting me touch them outside their pants. It made them feel naughty and sexy without the risk of giving me too much, or even enough. I think that if I had ever been satisfied they would probably have been disappointed. It was all a game to them: territory lost, territory gained, and I played into it like a starving puppy dog.I realize now that if I hadn't wanted them so much they probably would have gone all the way with me, just to make me prove my desire for them, ironically enough. Girls are silly. They want you to want them if you're worth wanting, nazilli escort so don't, and they'll give you the sun, moon and stars and everything between their legs to try and make you. If only I had known that then...Anyway, none of that could compare to the experience I had with Lisa because I knew there was a possibility she might not balk. I knew all this foreplay was not just to stroke her ego. She was enjoying it for its own sake, and that enjoyment would take us farther than I'd ever been before.Soon the movie ended and off we went on the short little trek to her father's home. We walked slowly, dizzy and feeling mushy in the head. Holding onto one another like it was our last day alive or something. It was a cool spring night but we were both feeling the internal heat of emotional intensity and sexual tension.When we got to her back porch we wasted no time in falling into the old chair, kissing passionately as we had the night before. Our fondling and tonguing resumed where we had left off at the end of the movie and we were soon worked back into the feverish pitch of intense physical desire. The desire to be closer, to touch in every place, inside one another, wrapped around one another. At least that's how I felt."I can't believe it's only been three days since I met you. I feel so close to you right now.""It feels like weeks..."Eventually my hand went down her pants again and this time she didn't resist at all. I slid a happy digit into her overflowing vagina and she pushed herself deeper onto it. There was no hymen in the way and I felt her cervix press against the tip of my finger. I didn't know what it was at the time but it felt nice. She squirmed and wriggled around my hand and I thought I might die if I didn't get to orgasm at some point that night. She was so sexy she made my head spin. Her voice panting and whispering in the darkness, her smell, the taste of her kisses.My cock ached. Its need for attention was agonizing. I took it out of my pants and placed her hand on it. Her touch was soft and cool. She gently stroked it like it was the most delicate thing on earth and I bucked my hips beneath her. My hand continued its probing of her slick, wet vaginal grip and she made a few pelvic thrusts of her own.Finally, when it was after 1:00 am again. She suggested we go for a walk to cool down. I agreed. If we would not be fucking that night I had to stop the foreplay. It would drive me insane if I didn't. Already I was involuntarily tearing at her shirt, almost ripping it off of her in a craze of lust. So we got up and began walking back down the street.We talked lightly, avoiding the topic of sex the way you keep a match away from a stick of dynamite. Soon we arrived in front of my aunt's house again. It was getting cooler out so we opened their car door and got in the back seat. The altar where hundreds of thousands have delivered up their virginity to the gods of love. I laid on top of her as we continued our kiss and worked my pelvis against hers. After a while she said something that shocked me."God, I want to fuck you so bad!"Where I came from a girl didn't even want sex. It was just a bargaining tool on the table of long term relationships. ("If you go out with me for five or six years and then marry me, then you'll get to have sex with me.") Now here was this girl telling me that SHE couldn't wait to get it from ME! Like I would be the one doing her a favor! I had only known her for three days and she was ready to share her whole body with me, and wanted mine in return. I was astounded. I didn't know what to say. So I just kept kissing and dry-humping, thanking God for the anticipatory condom I'd had in my wallet for the past year."Do you wanna go in the house?" I asked after a while, feeling like I was coming down the home stretch of my sexual journey."You could sneak me in?" she asked."We'd have to go into the basement, they'd hear us anywhere else," I said. I was boldly assuming that once inside we would be having sex, and she didn't seem to object.We got up and went around to the back door. I opened it and we crept through the kitchen and down into the basement. I flicked on the light and smelled the musty, moldy, laundry detergent smell you smell in all basements. It wasn't the most romantic place but we were beyond caring. At least we were indoors.At this point there was no longer any point in pretending we didn't know what was going to happen. We had both made up our minds and the other seemed completely willing. I looked around for some place to lay her down and found the only feasible location was a pile of laundry in front of the furnace. So there we went, trembling and grinning at each other with the excitement only known by two 15 year-olds about to have sex for the first time."Do you have a condom?" she asked anxiously.At that point I think she might have gone ahead and fucked me even if I didn't but I fished it out of my wallet and showed it to her.She söke escort lay down before me and I tugged her pants down around her ankles. Her panties came down next and I beheld her pretty pink vulva for the first time. I leaned down spontaneously and began to lick it. I didn't really know how at the time but I knew you were supposed to lick the clitoris, and I knew the clitoris was the tender little lump at the apex of her labia. I learned that from years of reading stolen adult fiction and looking at pictures in magazines. I could see her clitoris poking out at me as I stared down at her naked beauty and something inside me just wanted to lick it. So I did.If I really was ignorant about it she had no complaints. Her hips began to move in a way they never had before. Up and down against my mouth, then around and around in sweet little circles. Her hands gripped my head and pressed me deeper into her pleasure. I could not believe the situation I was in. It felt like a dream. My head feeling all dizzy and mushy didn't help the feeling either.After a while she stopped me. I'm not sure if she had an orgasm or not, I don't think she had at that point, but all of the sudden she pulled me up and started to undo my pants. I pulled them down around my knees and rolled the condom onto the length of my throbbing cock. I nodded at her and she lifted her legs off the floor. Her pants around her ankles made her legs into an inviting O shape which I crawled through, and nestled myself onto her chest. Then she rested her feet on my back and I began to search her privates for the opening I had longed to be in all my young life. She found it for me and guided the head of my cock into her welcoming entrance.It went in easily. She was dripping wet from the hours of foreplay and my eager manhood slid itself as far as it would go into her liquid grip. After many months of fighting for the cheapest feel from girls who thought they were too good for me in the first place, I found myself buried to the hilt in the sweetest young thing I had ever met. Perhaps I was biased at the moment but I couldn't think of a girl I had ever met who was more beautiful than her right then. These thoughts were going through my head as I began to move in and out of her.I kissed her, long and deep. My whole body was swimming in the gooey pleasure that emanated from our pelvic connection. I fucked her slow, then sped up, then fought off an early orgasm with all my strength, then continued more slowly as she smiled up at me with a look of joy that made my heart burst with emotion. She was giving me pleasure and that made her happy. What a wonderful girl!"I think I'm falling in love with you.""Me too."I went in and out of her, feeling her hands all over my back and my ass, feeling her warm soft body pressed against me in every place. She kicked her pants and underwear off of one ankle and pressed her feet onto the concrete floor. Spreading her legs even wider to accommodate my penetration, she began moving underneath me, meeting my careful thrusts with swirls and bucks of her own. Obviously she was no virgin, but at 15 how much experience could she have had? This also passed through my swirling mind as I began to feel an orgasm approaching again. I gave her a few more swifter thrusts, ten or twelve maybe, and began coming.I grabbed her around the shoulders and thrust involuntarily, deeper and deeper into her as my semen was emptied into the condom. I cried out as years of pent-up sexual energy were released all at once. She gasped out loud and mashed her pelvis against mine, instinctively trying to receive the sperm that would not arrive. I was inside her, as far as I could get, as deep as she could have me, and my pubic bone ground against her clitoris. Her hips milked the sensation of it and she brought herself skillfully into an orgasm of her own."Oh, Kevin..." she whimpered ecstatically.There on the pile of laundry, we came together. Our first orgasm together a mutual, simultaneous one. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she twitched and shuddered and clamped all around me, shaking from the sensation of it all. My last few twinges of ejaculation passed and we collapsed into the nest of clothes, sighing and panting as the post-orgasmic bliss settled over us like a soft, comfy blanket. We lay like that for several minutes, kissing affectionately and looking into each other eyes. This definitely promised to be a rewarding relationship.Finally we got up. I reluctantly withdrew my still rock-solid teenage cock and stood to pull the condom off. I stashed it above one of the basement rafters as Lisa dressed herself. When we were both composed once again we kissed deeply and snuck back out of the house.I walked her home, kissed her goodnight and staggered home with years of anxiety lifted from my shoulders. Would a girl ever want me? Was I attractive? Was I desirable? Lisa had answered all these questions in one night, and I still had as much respect for her as I ever had. Having sex with her actually increased it. She had done what she had wanted, because she wanted to do it and for no other reason. She had nothing to prove, nothing to gain, she wasn't using sex for some ulterior motive. She just did it cause she wanted me, and that made me feel pretty damn good!