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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