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My First Time
by Heather Cambel (speedinggirl2001@yahoo.com)
Edited by Vzenx

***

A true first time sexual encounter. (mf-yteens, 1st 
time)

***

Well, this isn't exactly a story but more of a 
testimonial to a boy who wasn't interested so much in 
the destination but the journey.

My dad works for International Paper. We were living in 
Key West until he got a transfer to Franklin, a little 
town in Virginia. Soon after we moved to Franklin, I 
lost my mom to a drunk driver leaving only Dad, my 
sister, and myself to make a home. My sis was going to 
college and didn't spend a lot of time here as she had 
other interests, so I was by myself a lot. 

The house Dad bought needed a lot of work One of his 
co-workers had a son who was pretty good at carpentry. 
That next summer, he arrived in the mornings to begin 
what Dad wanted done. He wasn't exactly good looking 
but he had a great body and kept fit. He was friendly 
but I was a lil' bitch and not warm to him at all. He 
never changed his manner and stayed friendly to me and 
seemed interested in what I had to say. At the time, I 
was 14. He was 18. We all know how we are at 14.

I was never interested in him until one hot summer 
afternoon. He was at the back of the house with the 
water hose and washing off the dirt from his body. He 
usually wore only a bathing suit and somehow the way he 
was standing, the look of the water on his tanned body 
got me VERY interested. I had on a thong. I was tanning 
beside the pool so I went over to him and just stood 
there looking. He said "Hi" and continued to clean up. 

He asked, "Do you need anything?" That pissed me off 
and I told him, "No, but why are you wasting water?" He 
laughed, saying, "I am dusty and need to clean up a bit 
and the water in the hose is warm enough for a quick 
shower. If this makes you unhappy I will stop." As he 
finished, he turned, shot me with the hose which by 
this time had cold water running through it. I was 
furious.

The water was cold and I was standing there dripping, 
but both headlights were on. Can you now say 
embarrassed" He asked, "Are you excited to see me or 
are you cold?" I stomped into the house and never came 
out until he left. I thought and thought of just how to 
pay him back. The perfect plan to smash him and cause 
him to run. 

Many plans ran through my head until I finally settled 
on one I felt would be perfect. The one that would 
cause him major embarrassment. Remember now, I'm 14 and 
what works on TV may not work in real life. Damn MTV.

The next afternoon, I waited until he was washing off 
to spring my trap. No one was home except us and I felt 
my plan would be the ultimate revenge. I got up from 
tanning and walked over to him and just stood there. He 
said hello and continued to wash down. He finished and 
was reaching for his towel when I snatched it away. He 
held out his hand and said, "Well?" 

I said, "No you have to apologize first." 

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I gave him his 
towel and as he was drying his hair and had his face 
covered I slipped out of my thong and just stood there. 
He jumped when he saw me but said nothing, just looked. 
Several seconds... seemed like minutes... went by and 
he exclaimed, "Are you nuts?" I didn't say anything but 
just stood there. He did not stare but looked right 
into my eyes and I felt as if he saw right through me. 
I took a step back and grabbed his bathing suit and 
pulled it down. 

Now, having lived in Key West and having gone to some 
of the nude beaches, I thought I was ready for any 
sight. To see a picture of a guy is one thing and to 
actually see older people was another but to see 
someone close to my age, nude, less than two feet away 
is different. I was waiting for the expected male 
reaction to totally embarrass him It didn't happen. 

He simply stepped out of his shorts and stood directly 
in front of me. He asked, "This make you happy? Or are 
you trying to embarrass me?" I could not speak. I could 
not retreat. I was stuck. There was no way out, I had 
not figured on this ending to my revenge. He simply 
held out his hand... and I took it. We walked to the 
house, nude and unashamed.

"Where is your room?" I took him to it. He sat on the 
bed and patted beside him a signal for me to sit down. 
I did. I was still, somehow, waiting for him to run but 
wishing at the same time he wouldn't. He swung around 
and sat cross-legged and started talking. We talked and 
talked some more. Never once did he touch me or advance 
on me. I had gone beyond being revengeful and was now 
curious. I asked, "Do you often sit on beds with nude 
girls?" 

He laughed, "No this is my first time."

"Me too." 

He laughed again. "Do you have any questions?" I was 
extremely curious as to why there was not the expected 
reaction but was afraid to ask, so I started asking 
inane questions hinting as to why. 

He finally had enough. "Stop. Let me ask you something. 
"Do you want this to go any further?" I am not sure 
what possessed me. "Yes!" I said. "Hummmm." he replied, 
as he uncrossed his legs, lay on the bed and motioned 
for me to lie beside him.

I had never been this close to a guy before without all 
my clothes on and I was worried about what might 
happen. I knew all about sex from classes in school and 
about parts of a guy's body, but this was real life, 
not a film. There was no pause button and once we 
started I didn't really know about the actual ending.

He put his head on his hand. With the other began to 
brush my face and move my hair back around my ears and 
stroke the side of my neck. "Have you ever been with a 
guy before?" 

I lied in reply. "Yes."

"Oh?" he commented. He continued to brush my face and 
stroke my neck and asked about my life and such. I was 
so nervous I began to sweat and could not figure what 
to do with my hands so I just put them in front of me 
and locked my fingers. He gently reached down and 
unlocked them and put one on his waist. His body was so 
warm! He told me to do what ever I felt like doing, 
that it was Ok with him. I guess I must have become 
stone and not moved a muscle cause he asked again "Have 
you been with a guy before?"

Again I lied, "Yes." 

He snorted and asked, "Do you want me to touch your 
breasts?"

I nodded. "Yes," I whispered. For the first time I felt 
a man's touch there. It was like an electric shock as 
his fingers squeezed my nipples and gently rubbed them. 
I must have jerked because he removed his hand 
instantly and asked, "Are you all right?"

I nodded yes.

He cupped my breast and begin to gently knead it with 
his fingers and palm. It felt wonderful! I started 
enjoying his touch. My hand was still on his waist. I 
dared not move it. He said, "You know, you could touch 
me if you want. I won't break." I nodded but kept my 
hand right where it was. After a few minutes, he began 
to stroke my belly and alternate between my breasts and 
belly. 

It was like his hands were fire. Wherever he touched, 
there was heat. It spread across my chest, stomach and 
down my legs. At some point, he took my hand from his 
waist and placed it on his cock. It was... was... like 
touching liquid fire as my fingers wrapped around it. 
It grew smooth, hard and big! I did not know a man 
could get that way. He moaned slightly. My touch must 
be bringing him some pleasure, I guessed. 

I dared not move. I really didn't know what to do. He 
whispered, "You could massage it and stroke it." And so 
I did. After a few seconds, a clear liquid came from 
the end and got on my hand and it got real slick and 
made the stroking easier. He moaned again as his back 
slightly arched toward me and he drew closer. His hand 
begin to brush the top and inside of my thighs causing 
the fire that was in the pit of my stomach to spread 
even further. 

He stopped his hand at the top of my thighs. He used 
his fingers to slightly push apart my legs. He began to 
massage my pussy. I had been wet a long time and he 
opened the gates and let it seep out. His finger 
quickly found THE spot and my secret fantasies rushed 
forth to meet his touch. Unfortunately he also 
discovered my lie.

He stopped, took my hand away and sat up in the bed. "I 
thought you told me you had been with a guy before." 

"Well sort of I was." Another lie.

"Are you a virgin?"

I tried to think of an answer, one that he would 
believe and stay, not run away. Something to make him 
think I knew what I was doing. All I could do was nod 
affirmatively. "Why didn't you say so before?"

"I don't know what to say or what to do."

"Dammit!" was all he said. "Look Heather, I could have 
hurt you real bad, maybe injured you if I didn't know. 
Your hymen is intact and it would have been extremely 
painful had I just entered you, without you knowing how 
it would feel or be first. I'm not that type of guy. I 
want for us both to enjoy this, not leave you wrapped 
up in a ball, from the pain of sex. That would ruin it 
for each of us. Did you want to have sex?" 

I nodded. "Ok then, we have to prepare you first cause 
if we don't you will hurt a lot now and more later." 

"Prepare?"

I wasn't a piece of meat that had to be prepared. I was 
ready now! He was still talking and I wanted sex! I 
wanted rockets, bells, whistles and angels singing. I 
wanted what I had seen on TV and a couple of my dad's 
swiped videos and all he wanted to do was prepare me. 

"Do you know what KY jelly is?"

"Not exactly."

"Do you have any around."

"It's a lubricant to be used to help during sex or 
inserting things in your body." I did not know what he 
was talking about. "We could look for some. If you see 
it we can use it. We can start by looking in my 
sister's room." We went to my sister's room and she had 
some in the nightstand beside her bed. 

I never knew she had any or what she used it for but I 
now had an idea. The tube was used and that explained 
some of the strange sounds coming from her room at 
night. 

We went back to my room and he lay down on the bed 
again. He explained what he was going to do with it and 
where he was going to put it. He told me to straddle 
him and sit on his stomach and lean back across his 
legs. His touch was still fire as he coated between my 
legs and inside my vagina. He touched my secret spot 
with his fingers. "See?" I did listen in class. I began 
to shake allover. 

He said, "Sit up on my legs. Watch me coat my cock." 
All this mesmerized me. He was big! No way was he going 
to fit inside me. I was scared now. He began talking 
about pain and now I wanted out of this. My plan had 
backfired. I was here, nude, with a strange guy and 
about to have sex for the first time.
As excited as I was I was equally wanting to run as far 
away as I could.

He was talking to me but I must not have heard. "Are 
you sure you want to continue?"

"I'm scared," I mumbled. "It felt good when you touched 
me, and when I touched you. But I don't like pain." 

"Yes there will be some pain. It will not last long. 
You will have more pleasure than you have ever 
experienced." 

I nodded, I wanted to do it but I was so scared.

He laughed. "Let's just please each other for a while 
and see how things go." 

"Ok." I started to lie beside him. 

"No." he said. "Stay where you are." He put his hands 
on my waist and slid me forward until I was sliding up 
his cock and it was between my legs. "Put your hands on 
my shoulders slide back and forth over it." This wasn't 
so bad I thought. It felt pretty good especially each 
time the head of it hit my secret spot. We were so wet 
and slick that there was no friction and it felt like a 
perfect fit. 

He cupped my breasts and massaged them and rolled my 
nipples between his fingers. I was on fire from my head 
to my toes. Each time I slid back on his cock, it hit 
my secret spot and made things even hotter. I was 
really sweating now but not from nerves but from the 
feelings deep inside me, the emptiness from wanting to 
be filled, to become a woman. I began breathing heavily 
and hard. His hands were all over breasts, stomach, 
arms face. 

He put his hands on my waist. "Slide forward a little 
bit." 

As I did so he reached between our bodies and placed 
his cock at my opening. "Gently! Very gently rock 
slowly back until you feel pain." 

I did as he said. I felt him pushing against me inside. 
I stopped when it started to hurt. "Rock forward until 
you feel pain and then backward." 

Each time I felt him go a little deeper inside me. 
"That is not too bad." I said. 

Grinning he replied, "Just keep going. A little deeper 
each thrust." There was a little pain but not like he 
said it would be. Each time backward, it went deeper 
and just a tiny bit more of pain. This wasn't what he 
led me to believe. I was waiting for some horrible pain 
to hit me and rip me apart. It wasn't like that at all. 
This I could stand because it felt better each time I 
slid back on him.

There came a point when it seemed his cock did not want 
to go any further. Not because of any pain but another 
sort of block. I knew he wasn't fully inside me. I 
could feel it was just the head and not all of him with 
my hand. I kept pressing backward, gaining fractions of 
an inch each time. It was becoming harder each time I 
slid back to get it deeper. I slid back as far as I 
could and then sat up. It was something about the 
sitting up that did it. 

There was a quick sharp pain and then he was fully 
inside me. It was like someone had punched me in the 
stomach, only to be overcome by a wonderful feeling of 
something that filled me up to the bottom of my heart. 
The pain lasted only a second or two and was replaced 
by this fullness deep inside me. 

I stayed sitting and straddling him for what seemed 
like hours, hearing the clock on the table beside my 
bed, his breathing, feeling every muscle movement of 
him inside me, his heart beat, my heart beat, the birds 
singing outside, all the while thinking of everything 
that just happened. One second, just Heather, the next 
second, Heather the Woman. I heard his voice in the 
distance mumbling something and felt this overwhelming 
feeling of HERE and NOW. 

I came back to reality only to realize that I was 
crying. "Was it too painful for you"" I shook my head 
no and felt his hands gently prying mine from his 
stomach where I had grabbed him. It was such an 
overwhelming moment, that transition from girl to woman 
that I forgot he was still there and inside me. I guess 
instinct took over. I put my hands back on his stomach 
and began to do pelvic thrusts. Somehow I knew this was 
right. 

He put his hands on my waist and his thumbs between my 
legs and closed his eyes. I don't know if I had an 
orgasm but I do remember his. He started. "Oh God, Oh 
God!" over and over and began to arch his back as he 
went deeper in me. Then I felt him stiffen and suddenly 
there was a squirt gun inside me. I felt each squirt, 
each quiver of his whole body as he emptied into me. I 
felt his squirts become less intense and longer between 
them until he collapsed back on the bed. 

Each time I moved there was another short contraction 
from him inside me. He then reached for me and I laid 
down on his chest as the last of his contractions 
subsided. "Oh My God!" 

There was this peace about me now that was not there 
before. A completeness. A knowledge that I was a woman, 
in body and soul. It was a gift from him, just as 
giving my virginity to him was. He begin to rub my back 
and arms as we lay there, two joined as one until he 
was soft and gently slipped out of me. 

I began to cry knowing that it was my only FIRST time 
and never again would I have the intense feeling of 
going from girl to woman. From here on, it was just 
sex. I think I must have fallen asleep on top of him 
because he shook me and told me it was time to clean up 
cause it was getting late. 

He kissed me on my mouth, rolled me over on my back and 
kissed my breasts, my stomach and finally my secret 
spot, which sent a massive quiver through my whole 
body. He got up and took me by the hand and walked to 
the shower. As I stood there, looking at him and his 
body, I noticed some blood and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No," he said with a smile, "The blood is from you. It 
is because I broke your hymen. That piece of skin that 
goes across your passage to keep you virgin." He wore 
it proudly and I closed my legs to keep the rest locked 
inside me. It was leaking out and running down my legs. 
It was my blood mixed with his stuff that was leaking 
out of me. I took some of it on my finger and smeared 
it on my stomach and breasts wanting to keep him with 
me as long as I could. He was just as gentle in the 
shower in cleaning me as he had been in bed with me. 

It felt wonderful to have a man's touch all over my 
nude body, even if it was just to clean us up. We dried 
off and went back to my room and I quickly noticed the 
famous 'wet spot'  I'd always heard about. Only this 
one was reddish in color. That was me there. My former 
girl self left as just a stain on the sheets mixed with 
the essence of the man who made me a woman. I took them 
off, changed to a clean pair and never washed them. 
Instead they are now cleaning and dusting rags at home. 
Each time I pick them up, I remember.

We made love many times that summer, both in the bed 
and beside the pool. He was as gentle the last time as 
he was the first, always making sure I was comfortable. 
He went away to college that fall and found someone 
whom he loves deeply. Though no longer lovers, we are 
still friends and he will always hold a special place 
in my heart until I die. There have been other lovers 
since then but none were as tuned to what a woman wants 
as he was. Most have been the jab and stab type. 

You know the type... ECE. Enter, cum, exit. Leave you 
dripping and wanting while they go off with their buds 
to discuss how manly they are. Boys, I think, for I 
have known a MAN once.

Heather

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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