---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Sun, 20 Oct 1996 23:08:38 -0700 From: Wendy <lilwendy@texoma.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Wendy's very first time I remember it was May, because I had just turned 17..... I was not unattractive at 17......a pretty face, everyone said so, a nice figure, and long legs. Despite that, I did not date much. Well, let me rephrase that: I didn't get many second dates. That's because I was a virgin at 17, and determined to remain one until my wedding night -- whenever and with whomever that might be. Not many boys asked me out after discovering that. That May, I had managed to catch and hold onto one boy. His name was Tim, and we had been "going steady" for about three months. We had had the usual battles in the car about what he could do and couldn't do -- we almost always made out after our dates, and he almost always tried to touch my breasts, and I always stopped him. I could tell he was getting frustrated, and I really didn't want to lose him -- he was a kind and decent boy who had been very good to me. I was confused. I was confused by the situation and I was confused by my own body. When Tim and I would start making out, I found myself wanting him to touch my breasts. When he did touch them, I felt obligated to push his hand away, but I really wished I could let him do it. When I would get into bed after one of our dates, it was not unusual for me to think about his hands on me as I masturbated. I decided to confide in my friend Susan. "Well shit, girl....if you don't give him some, he'll just find it somewhere else, and then where will you be, Wendy? He'll be getting his, and his new girl will be getting hers - - only one left out is gonna be YOU!" That was Susan's advice. She was most definitely NOT a virgin, and I more or less expected this kind of advice from her. But it helped me make a decision: tonight I was not going to stop Tim from touching my breasts. Well, that night when Tim picked me up, I had been thinking all day about him touching me. I was more than ready for it. We went to the movies and I suggested we sit someplace away from everyone else, which surprised him, but he complied, finding a nice area in the corner where we could have some privacy. Fortunately, the movie was not too hot, because I definitely was. Never having allowed myself these feelings before when I was around Tim, I was aroused beyond belief. When a love scene came on the screen, I pulled Tim to me and kissed him hard on the mouth, snaking my tongue inside. He was surprised at first by my new forwardness, but he quickly recovered and we were soon making out furiously. I kept wanting and waiting for Tim to touch my breasts, but he didn't!! I guess all those nights of me being so resistant to his advances made him quit trying. I decided to take matters into my own hands: I took his left hand from my cheek, where he had had it while he was kissing me, and gently slid it down to my right breast. He pulled back and looked at me.....his eyes full of question and desire and confusion....I smiled and pressed his hand into my breast more firmly. He then smiled back and started fondling me on his own.....it was heaven!! I touched my breasts alot when I masturbated, and I had imagined Tim doing it to me....but now it was really him and he was really touching me and I was really letting him and it was unbelievably exciting!! We kept on that way until the movie ended....our mouths and tongues danced together and he felt both my breasts through my blouse and bra and I squirmed with delight, trying not to make any noise...I wondered why I had fought it for so long?? It felt so good!!! After the movie, we walked out to Tim's car and I leaned against him the whole way, pressing my left breast against his arm....I couldn't get enough!! When we got to the car, I turned, leaned against the car and put my arms around him and pulled him against me, kissing his mouth with everything I had. It was then that I felt his erection against me. My first instinct, based on my mother's advice, was to back away and change the subject. But then it occurred to me that if having him feel my breasts felt so good to me, maybe it was time I returned the favor? After all, I was the only one getting pleasured so far...it only seemed fair that I do something for him. We got into the car and I slid over next to Tim, leaning against him and putting my head on his shoulder. I started rubbing his chest as he drove out of the parking lot. By this time I was so hot I was moaning just from doing that. I noticed that his breathing was becoming more labored also. As I rubbed his chest, I let my hand run lower and lower, across his belly and eventually touching his belt as I rubbed. He started to moan a little (I think he figured out what I was doing) and lifted his hips just a bit. I took the hint. I moved my hand down to the bulge in his pants.....it was so BIG and so HARD. Keep in mind that this was the very first one I had ever felt, so to me it was an awesome discovery! "What should I do?" I whispered into his ear, "Show me what feels best." In response, he took my hand and moved it up and down along the shaft, pushing down hard when we got to the bottom and letting up a little as we went back up. I soon got the picture and he moved his hand away to let me do it on my own. He was moaning really loud now, and I suggested that we stop the car on one of the side streets before he had a wreck. He was only too happy to oblige and parked the car on a very dark street. He turned and kissed me -- his lips were hot. But so were mine. He started touching my breasts again and making me wild with desire. I kept pumping up and down on him and was amazed at the effect it had on him. "Oh Wendy, you don't know how long I have wanted to touch you like this, and to have you touch me....it's incredible!" I smiled to myself and made a mental note to thank Susan for her good advice. But my thoughts were interrupted by Tim beginning to unbutton my blouse. "Tim, I don't ..." I started to say, but his mouth covered my mouth and his hands felt so good and I was so hot and he was so happy that I just let him unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra.....in moments, he was touching my bare breasts. No man except my doctor had ever seen my bare breasts, and I was a little uncomfortable at first. But then when he leaned down and started sucking on my right nipple, I forgot all about that and I nearly passed out from the intensity of the feeling. "Oh my god", was all I seemed to be able to say at that point! I must have stopped stroking him in my excitement, because he took my hand and put it back on him. But to my shock, it was not fabric I felt, but bare skin!! He had somehow unzipped and pulled it out and I hadn't even noticed. I pulled my hand away. "Tim!", I said, "I don't think you should take out your...." "My what, Wendy?" He put my hand back. "Your...you know..." I stammered and tried to pull away again but he held it there. "Say it." "Your....thing." I was embarrassed, and his continued fondling of my breasts was making me flustered as well. I stopped trying to pull away. "Say it, Wendy. Say what it is." I sighed with frustration.."I don't think you should take out your penis..we could get into real ....." Just then he kissed me again, and it was the hottest, most arousing, most electric kiss I had ever experienced. His one hand was on my bare right breast, twisting my nipple while delicious feelings shot through me, and his other hand was on my hand, which was by now wrapped around his bare penis. I started to stroke it again. "Oh Tim....it's so big and hard.....it feels so soft on the outside, but when I push on it I can feel how hard it is on the inside...it's incredible." Tim had started again to suck on my nipples and I was so turned on I was breathing like a sprinter after a race. I continued to stroke him. "Go faster", he said. I went faster. "Push down harder at the bottom." I did. I wanted to please him. He started to buck his hips as I stroked him, and he started to moan loudly against my nipple in his mouth. That was the first time I considered what I was going to do if he had an orgasm. I had been in Health class enough to know that boys shoot semen from their penises when they have orgasms (they "shoot jis from their cocks when they cum" as Susan would say -- she is so bad!). How high was it going to shoot? Would it get on me? Would it be hard to get off if it got on our clothes? How much of it would there be? They never tell you the important stuff in school!! I was snapped out of my thoughts by Tim starting to buck wildly against my hand. "I'm gonna CUM!!!" he shouted. "Go faster!!!" I looked down at his throbbing member and was utterly fascinated by it as it showed its purple head in my fist. I pumped harder and faster...... Suddenly Tim bucked very hard, and I watched as spurts of white semen started to come out of him. Not knowing what else to do, I kept pumping. It kept coming out. It got all over my hand, onto his pants, onto his shirt and onto the seat of the car. He was yelling and it was going everywhere!! But I couldn't look away and I couldn't stop pumping. In a minute or two, Tim stopped jerking and bucking....and he just sat in the seat breathing very hard with his eyes closed. My hand was still on his penis, but somehow I knew that I should stop pumping. I looked down and saw that gobs of the white sticky stuff were everywhere, including my hand. I decided to get a tissue from my purse and clean up. I released Tim from my grip, causing him to moan slightly, and got a tissue. Since there was very little light, I had to hold my hand close to my face to make sure I was getting it all and I could smell the smell of him. It smelled good. I wondered suddenly what it tasted like. I stuck out my tongue and got just a bit of it from my hand. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I liked it a WHOLE lot. I decided to forget the tissue and to lick the rest of it off my hand. The more I licked, the better I liked it. Tim must have heard me moaning and slurping (remember I had not yet had an orgasm), because he opened his eyes and smiled when he saw what I was doing. "Do you like the taste?" "Oh my god it's wonderful!! I can't get enough of it!" I said between licks. Our eyes met. He gazed down at his semen-covered penis and looked back at me. I knew what he wanted me to do. "Tim...." I said, "I think maybe you had better take me home. This has been an incredible night, and I want to do it again and again with you....but I still want to remain a virgin until I get married, and I think that's a little farther than I want to go." I could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he understood and he zipped up and started the car. That's one reason why I loved him so much. He was not pushy like other boys I had dated. And I was glad that he was the first one to do these things to me. It was late when we got home and my parents were asleep, so I told Tim I would kiss him goodnight in the car rather than have him walk me to the door and risk waking them. He kissed me hard...his tongue was inside my mouth in a flash and I was responding to it. He felt for my breasts one more time, and I let him have his fill. Just before the kiss broke, I ran my small hand across the bulge in his pants and I smiled at him. "Goodnight Tim, and thanks for a wonderful time." I raced in and got to my room, got undressed, fell on my bed and fingered myself until I had had three orgasms.....I slept naked on top of my covers that night and didn't even care. And WAIT until you read what happened on our NEXT date!! Love, Wendy