The First Time

In high school, I wasn't an ugly duckling, but I wasn't the school beauty either. I was tall, 5 feet 8 inches, and skinny. I measured 35A-28-33. I had some good attributes, as everyone does. Mine were my big brown eyes and my long full reddish blonde hair. My legs are very long, but they were skinny with knobby knees. Twiggy was out of style by then. Girls with nicer curves were in. I was often referred to as "a stick", or "flat as a board". Teenagers can be so thoughtless, uncaring and mean. This made me very self-conscious and my self-esteem was pretty low. I surrounded myself with a self-imposed wall. Needless to say, I never had a date in high school.

The first man came into my life a couple of years after high school. Chris and I met in college. I was having trouble in my organic chemistry class. Chris was an upperclassman who was assigned to tutor me. He was the ideal guy to bring me out of my shell. He was gentle, caring, attentive, handsome, and honest. Even though he had been very popular at his high school, and was still popular in college, he really seemed to care about me. For me, it was love at first sight.

After a couple of tutoring sessions, a miracle happened. Chris asked me out. "I think we need to take a break. Why don't we go grab something to eat?"

I was almost too scared to reply, but I managed to stammer out, "Sure." How eloquent right?

After that night, it became a regular thing. Chris would come to my dorm and help me with my chemistry. Then, we would go to get something to eat or see a movie. It was in a dark theater that he first kissed me. I did not have any experience kissing, but this one was wonderful. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest as my lips opened to his gently questing tongue. I could feel my panties getting wet as the sensations coursed through my body. But, kissing was as far as we went.

After that night, we started making out on every date. As we were kissing one night, I felt Chris' hand on my hip. Slowly, it started moving up my side. As it crossed my belly, I thrust my tongue deeper into his mouth. But, as it gently clasped my tiny boob through my bra, I got worried. I had very small breasts. What if he didn't like them? Without breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hand and pushed it back down to my hip. Chris settled for that.

On the next date, things went further. As we sat in his car, we were kissing and making out. Chris again tried to fondle my boobs through my bra. But, considering how small my boobs were, I wouldn't let him. But, I really liked Chris and did not want to run him off. As his hand moved up and closed over my boob, I pushed his hand downward. Opening my legs slightly, I pushed his hand between them. This was all the encouragement he needed. In a few minutes, he had worked his hand under my skirt and was rubbing my pussy through my panties. I had rubbed my pussy myself, but I had never allowed a boy to do that. This felt entirely different than it did when I masturbated myself.

Soon, I was panting for breath and raising my ass off the seat to meet his hand. He slid his finger under my panties and rubbed over the outside of my wet lips. I was now gasping for breath and thrusting hard against his hand. When he tried to pull my panties down, it took all of my self-discipline, but I stopped him. That was as far as we went that night.

Over the next month or so we went from his rubbing my pussy to where eventually my panties were lying on the floor and his fingers were thrusting in and out of my very wet pussy. That is how I had my very first orgasm, lying in the backseat of a 1968 Camaro. It felt wonderful.

Of course I was also curious about his cock. One night as I was lying in the back seat of his car, bottomless and spread wide to his fingers, I got courageous. I reached down and felt his cock through his jeans. It felt so big, hard and hot. It was the first time I ever touched a cock. As his fingers stroked my pussy, I got hotter and hotter. I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. Reaching inside I felt the smooth hard skin of his shaft throbbing in my hand. I pulled it out so I could see my first cock. It looked beautiful, but also scary. How could any woman fit something that big up inside her body?

I tentatively began to run my hand along Chris' hard cock, unsure about what I should do. I marveled at how smooth it was. Precum was oozing from the slit in the dome-like head. I took a finger and began rubbing it around the velvety head. I was mesmerized by his dick. I watched as it twitched every time I ran my finger under the head.

Chris stopped rubbing my pussy and sat back to give me more access. As I stroked it I saw another drop of precum form on the tip. Using my thumb, I rubbed it over the head. His moan of delight told me I was doing something right. Watching closely, I started pulling on the shaft as it gleamed in the moonlight.

Soon, I felt it start to twitch and throb harder in my hand. Chris reached down and grasped my hand. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come all over you." He gasped.

This intrigued me even further. Of course I knew that men squirted cum out of their cocks, but since this was the first time I had seen one, I had never witnessed a guy cumming. I wanted to make Chris cum.

Reaching down into my purse, I bought out a handkerchief. My mother had always insisted that I carry one with me. Somehow, I did not think this was the reason she had in mind. Placing it over the head of his cock, I wrapped my hand around it and started pumping his cock again.

Soon, he was arching his hips up to meet my hand. His gasps became moans as he neared climax. Suddenly he stiffened as I felt his warm cum flooding out of his cock and filling my handkerchief. There was a lot of it. I continued to pump his cock until he reached down and stopped me. I could feel my juices flooding out of me as I realized that I had just given my first handjob.

The next several dates ended with me giving Chris a handjob. But, we both wanted more. One Saturday night, we went to a drive-in movie with one of my classmates, Carol, and her boyfriend, Ed. During the movie, Chris and I were kissing and making out. He tried to rub my pussy through my jeans, but I was afraid my friends would see us. Looking over the seat at Carol, I saw Ed had his hand up under her skirt. His arm was moving in a steady rhythm as he obviously pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her head was thrown back on the seat and she had one hand inside her blouse pulling on her nipple. As I watched, her, back arched off the seat as she climaxed.

Ed looked at m and grinned. When Carol opened her eyes, she saw me watching them. She smiled at me and then reached down to Ed's crotch. I watched as Carol unzipped her boyfriend's pants. I felt Chris unzip my own jeans as Carol pulled Ed's cock out into the dim light in the backseat. It was the only cock I had ever seen other than Chris'. It looked shorter than the one I was used to, but it was thicker. Absentmindedly, I raised my hips and allowed Chris to pull my jeans down and completely off.

My pink panties were not visible to Carol and Ed in the backseat. But, Chris did not waste any time pushing his fingers inside my panties and up into my very wet pussy. I opened my legs slightly to make it easier for Chris to finger me as I watched Carol stroke Ed's hard cock.

I gasped as I watched Carol lower her head and take Ed's cock into her mouth. Of course I knew what a blowjob was, but I had never touched Chris' cock with my mouth. As I watched Carol's head moving up and down in Ed's lap, I reached over and pulled the zipper down on Chris' pants. Reaching inside, I pulled his cock out into my hand.

By now, I was on my knees, leaning against the back of the front seat. Chris pulled my panties down to my knees as he started to really pump his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, I could feel my juices streaming down my legs.

My moans were matching Ed's as I watched him suddenly raise his ass up off the seat.. Carol quickly pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved her face to the side. She was pumping his cock rapidly as large jets of cum started squirting out of his cock high into the air. Seeing him cum triggered my own release. My body quivered against the seat as my own orgasm raced through me.

Laughing, we all straightened our clothes. I was scared and did not want Ed to see me half naked. After the movie, we dropped Carol and Ed off at her parent's house. As Chris and I drove back toward my dorm, I was so hot I couldn't be still. I started rubbing his chest and then his cock. His cock was hard and hot inside his pants.

Chris suddenly turned down a dirt road and then off into the edge of a field. He blurted out, "I can't drive while you're doing that."

We kissed feverishly and then climbed into the backseat. Soon, he was naked and I was bottomless. He tried to unbutton my blouse, but again I stopped him. ""I'm sorry Chris. I'm sure you must be frustrated with me not getting completely naked, but I have my reasons. I can feel how excited you are, and appreciate the fact you aren't pushing for more."

Leaning forward, Chris kissed me tenderly. "I love you. I don't care if you let me play with your breasts or not. Your boobs don't make you any more or less of a woman."

That was the first time Chris had told me he loved me. My heart soared as I heard the words. He had to be the kindest most understanding man in the world. Kissing him back, I breathed, "Chris, I love you too."

As we kissed, Chris lay me down on the seat. It was very cramped. Rising up, Chris told me, "Just a minute."

Climbing naked out of his Camaro, Chris went to the trunk and opened it. In a minute I heard him calling softly for me. I peeked out of the car, looked and made sure no one was around. Walking around to the back, I saw a blanket spread out in the moonlight. Chris walked up to me and kissed me gently. Leading me by the hand, he walked over to the blanket and lay down. I quietly joined him on the blanket.

As we lay kissing on the blanket, Chris moved his hand down across my belly. I spread my legs in invitation as he cupped my pussy in his palm. He moved his hand and began to rub my swollen lips. One finger began tracing the wetness between my virgin inner labia. I was feeling warm all over and instinctively began to move against his touch. Chris slipped a finger inside my wanting pussy, and began to move it in and out. I arched my back and gasped as my pussy eagerly gripped his finger.

I was getting sweaty as Chris was fingering my pussy. The feeling of his finger invading my virgin pussy was overwhelming. He slipped another finger in and began to move them in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Soon I was thrusting my hips forward to meet his intruding fingers.

"Oh God, that feels so good," I gasped. "You are making me tingle all over."

His hand was coated in the wetness seeping from my hot pussy. I could feel my pussy working and pulling on his fingers as they slid in and out of me.

Chris pulled his fingers completely out of me just as I was nearing orgasm. I opened my eyes and panted, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Rising up on my elbows, I looked down my body. I saw Chris moving his face toward me. I knew what he wanted to do, but I had never let him kiss my pussy before. I tensed up as I felt his hands pushing my thighs further apart. Gently, he blew across my wet feverish pussy. The sensation of cool arm brushing the most private part of my hot body caused a bolt of desire to move through me. I allowed him to spread me wide before him. When I felt his tongue flick out and brush my wet lips, my body stiffened in ecstasy. I had never felt anything like this! His tongue started running up and down my wet slit. I was in heaven! Falling back on the blanket, I succumbed to the feelings that were radiating out from between my legs.

My hands clinched the blanket as I felt his tongue probing the outside of my steaming pussy. A surprised gasp escaped from my lips as, for the very first time, I felt a tongue touch my clit. Every muscle in my body became rigid as I arched my hips up off the blanket, thrusting upward to meet the tongue that was bringing such intense sensations to my screaming nerves.

His tongue was unrelenting as it flickered and stroked across the throbbing sentinel of my desire. My juices were pouring from me in a steady river of hot pulsating passion. He gripped my hips tightly as he strained to keep his mouth in contact with my pussy as my body tossed and jerked wildly to his touch.

I felt a hot tingle burning deep in my pussy. It began to work its way over my entire body. I could feel beads of sweat popping up all over my skin. The burning and tingling in my pussy became almost unbearable. I knew I was about to explode with the most furious orgasm I had ever experienced.

"Oh yes Chris. I'm cumming. Oh yesssss!" I screamed.

My body heaved and twisted on the blanket. My thighs clamped around his head as I kept his mouth pressed to my spasming pussy. I screamed as my body sent a torrent of juices shooting from my pussy, soaking Chris' face and mouth. He gulped eagerly as my juices filled his mouth. My pussy continued to spasm as an intense orgasm swept over my entire body. This was the first time I ever squirted during an orgasm.

As I lay gasping for breath, Chris moved up beside me on the blanket. He grinned at me. As I fought for breath, I gasped, "Oh My God! That has to be the most powerful thing I have ever felt." Chris kissed me gently and held me close as my body slowly returned to normal.

This was a pattern that was often repeated over the next couple of weeks. Chris never pushed for intercourse. We just took pleasure in one another's bodies. He would eat my pussy and then I would jerk him off.

One night, as I was jerking him off, I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock for the first time. He gasped and his hips jerked as my lips made contact. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Slowly, I leaned down and kissed his cock again. A soft moan escaped his lips as I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I really did not know what to do. When I was watching Carol, all I could see was the back of her head as she moved it up and down on Ed's cock. I moved my mouth up and down his cock. I was afraid that I was doing it wrong. I also did not want him to cum in my mouth. That sounded so terrible to me then. After a couple of minutes, I moved up beside him on the seat and then finished him with my hand.

One night as Chris was helping me with my homework, he looked at me and smiled. "What are you doing next weekend?" he asked.

Leaning forward, I kissed him. "Anything with you." I responded.

Caressing my hair, he told me, "There is a special place I want to take you. It is a couple of hours drive from here, but it is worth it." So, we made plans for the day.

I was going crazy with curiosity for days, but Chris would not tell me anything else except to dress comfortable.

The day finally arrived. I had packed a picnic lunch. As I walked out to meet Chris at his car, he looked at me and whistled. "WOW! You look really hot!"

My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. My confidence in my body and sexuality had greatly increased due to our sexual activity and his obvious admiration of my body. I was wearing red short shorts that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I was also wearing a white button up shirt that I had tied at the waist. This left my firm tanned abs exposed to the sun as well as his hungry eyes. I really enjoyed the way Chris looked at me.

As we drove away from the university, I snuggled up to Chris and sighed contently. We talked about everything as we happily drove through the countryside. Eventually, Chris turned off the highway onto a gravel road. We drove three or four miles after leaving the pavement. During the entire drive on the gravel road, we had not seen another car or person. We came to a small parking lot at the side of the road. As Chris parked the car, I looked around. Since it was a weekday, our car was the only one there.

I opened the car door and stepped out. I immediately became aware of the quiet. You could hear the wind in the trees—and not much else. It was an intense quiet broken by only the breeze and the calling of birds. Neither of us wanted to speak and break the almost silent rhapsody of nature's symphony.

Taking me by the hand, Chris led me to a trail beside the parking area. As we walked up the trail, the cool clean air was a delight to breath. My eyes wandered often as we strolled through the trees hand in hand. Birds made quick flashes of color as they flitted through the branches around us. Bright wildflowers covered the sides of the trail as if they had been planted there especially for us. I could hear the wind whispering through the tops of the trees.

In a few minutes, we came to the top of the mountain. Pulling me up onto a large gray rock, Chris looked into my eyes and smiled. "Do you like it?" he asked.

I didn't answer as I looked around with wonder, taking it all in. This spot was absolutely beautiful. We were standing in a small clearing surrounded by the national forest. The clearing was completely covered with different kinds of wildflowers. They formed a living carpet that reached to the base of the fire tower that stood in the center of the glade, crowning the peak of the mountain.

Chris and I walked through the flowers to the base of the tower. As we climbed the tower, the vista opened up before us. When we reached the top, I saw that it was a small glassed in room with a cluttered desk on one side. In the center was a sighting device that rotated. I turned slowly taking in the view from the windows that surrounded the small office like area.

The land fell away from us on all sides. Other smaller mountains faded away into the distance. Below us, I could see the river weaving like a ribbon through the valley. We could see for miles. Chris had chosen a beautiful spot for the picnic.

Chris walked up behind me and encircled my waist with his arms. Leaning forward, he breathed gently into my ear. He knew that gets me going. As he kissed his way down the side of my neck, his hands moved up to the knot on my shirt. I drew in a deep breath as he untied the knot and then started unbuttoning my shirt. I loved Chris and decided to give myself to him completely. Slowly, he slid my blouse down my arms to fall in a puddle at my feet. I turned and looked into his eyes. The love I saw was clear. Looking deeply into his eyes, I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra. I had never let him see my breasts before and was very self-conscious. As I slid the bra from my body, he looked at my boobs for the first time. The first man to ever see or touch them.

"They are so beautiful." he breathed as he leaned forward and kissed each one. God, I loved this man! The feeling of his mouth on my nipples sent a jolt directly to my pussy. I could feel my juices running out of me as he kissed and suckled on my breasts. He rose up and we kissed deeply. Turning around, I leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest against my back. Reaching around me, Chris cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He held them gently, kneading the small soft mounds of my breasts, tweaking the hardening nipples by gently pinching them and rolling them. I felt myself getting even wetter between my legs, my pussy responding to the attention he was showing my breasts.

As we stood there, one hand cupped and squeezed my breast as he moved his other hand to the top of my thigh, sliding it up, seeking the warm wetness at the junction of my legs. His fingers brushed against my cloth covered mound, his warm hand covering it. I moaned as his finger found the slit of my sex through the thin material. I knew he could feel the wetness of my pussy, and I knew he could smell my arousal.