("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Cherry by Dyanesbush (dyanesbush@yahoo.com) *** This story is dedicated in memory of my cherry. (teen- couple, 1st time) *** I lost my cherry in high school. I was a sophomore, and a senior asked me to the senior prom. I had never gone out with him before. I was flattered that an 'older boy' would ask me to the prom. The prom was still a few months away, so we started dating so we would be comfortable with each other at the prom. I hadn't really been out on a date before. I'd danced with boys at parties and let some of them feel my bum while we danced. Along with a couple of fumbling kisses that was my experience level. Our first date, he took me, in his car (WOW), out to eat and then a movie. He put his arm around me in the movie, held my hand after, and kissed me good night. Our second date, we grabbed burgers then went to the drive-in. I sat next to him and he put his arm around my shoulders. As we watched the movie he began rubbing my shoulder, my neck, and around my ear. It felt good, I liked it. When he leaned over to kiss me, I let him. That felt good too. He kissed a lot better than the other boys. When he began feeling my breast, I pushed his hand away. We kissed some more and when he put his hand on my breast the next time, I didn't push it away. I had already let some boys feel my bum, what's the difference. The kisses, and his hand on my breast, were feeling better all the time. When he began unbuttoning my blouse, I didn't stop him. It wasn't long before he had my blouse unbuttoned and out of my pants. I had already let him feel my breasts through my blouse and bra, what's the difference if I let him feel them through just my bra. At first, I didn't notice his fingers inside my bra cup. When his finger touched my bare nipple, he got my attention. I pulled his back until his fingers came out of my bra, then let go. He began rubbing my neck and ear, while feeling me up. He was learning my buttons very quickly. I didn't stop him when he reached around me and unhooked my bra. He lifted my bra around my neck and felt my bare breasts and tweaked my nipples. This felt really good. This was the first time anyone touched my bare breasts, and I loved the feeling. When he asked me to sit up, so he could take my blouse and bra off, I sat up and helped him. When the first movie ended, and the lights came on, I panicked. I was laying across the front seat, making out with my date, and my blouse and bra were in the back seat. He held me close to him, telling me to relax, that no one could see anything. He said it was dark in the car, I was below the window, and my breasts were hidden by our bodies. I'm not sure about my right breast, but my left breast was hidden by his hand. We stayed like that until the second movie started. I have no idea how many people didn't see me in his car, topless. I think this is when the exhibitionist in me started to come out. I was nervous, but the idea that someone might see me topless, was exciting. When the second movie started, he moved his hand down between my legs. I was already topless, and getting more turned on by the minute. I moved my legs, giving him better access. This was a new experience. No one ever touched my pussy before. I could feel his hand, through my pants and panties, moving over my lips and tracing my slit. I felt myself getting wet. When he began unfastening my pants, I told him not to pull them down. What he was doing felt fabulous, but only bad girls let boys take their pants off. I moaned and shivered when I felt his hand move down inside my panties. I was enjoying the moment when I felt a sharp pain. His fingers were pulling my hair. When I told him he suggested pulling my pants and panties down. He would have more room and not pull my hair. Only bad girls let boys take their pants off, but I didn't want bald spots in my bush. I still wonder if he deliberately pulled my hair. I lifted up and he pushed my pants and panties down to my knees. Then he told me to bend my knees back. He said I couldn't spread my legs with my pants around my knees. That made sense to my horny brain. I watched him take my shoes, pants, and panties off. Now I was nude, and all my clothes were in the back seat. Someone walking by might see me nude. Another first. No one ever touched my bare pussy before. I couldn't believe how good his fingers felt. He ran his fingers over my lips, and along my slit. He rubbed my clit than slid his finger down between my lips. My whole body shook when his touched my clit, and my scent was obvious. I spread my legs as far as I could and let him do whatever he wanted. When his finger touched my entrance, I came. He held me and kissed me until my orgasm subsided. When he suggested we get in the back seat, my horny brain thought that was an excellent idea. I climbed over the seat and lay down in back. I looked up as he was climbing over, and he was nude. He was also giving me my first look at a hard prick. I was fascinated. How was that ever going to fit inside me. I'd felt myself before, and their was no way my hole was big enough. I wasn't worried though, because only bad girls did that. I wasn't a bad girl. He lay beside me, smiling, while I became acquainted with his prick and balls. I stroked his shaft, and fondled his balls, while listening to him moan. He mumbled something I didn't understand and was just going to ask him what he said, when he came all over my face and breasts. He cleaned me up with a towel, he just happened to have, and we went back to kissing and him feeling me. He was good and it wasn't long before I was bouncing up and down on top of him, as my orgasm went through me like a train. We settled down and cuddled for a while. I gave him another hand job and he cleaned me up again with his towel. We got dressed and climbed back in the front seat. I let him keep my panties. Our third date was the next day. He took me out for burgers then we went parking. No sooner was the car stopped than I was in back, and my clothes were in front. It was daylight, someone might really see me now. We repeated the drive-in that afternoon, again that night at the drive-in, again the next day at our parking spot, and again that night at the drive-in. I was hooked on getting him off and letting him get me off. And I still wasn't a bad girl! I couldn't date on school nights, when the weekend arrived we were ready. We didn't go to the drive-in any more, just to our parking spot. He asked me to straddle his chest, facing his feet, while I stroked him. When I hesitated, he told me I would enjoy this. Fine with me. I jumped when his tongue touched my lips, but quickly discovered that this was the best yet. I was laying on him, staring at my hand stroking his, while he ate me. His prick began to look tasty. It was his turn to jump when I took his prick in my mouth. We spent the weekend cumming in each others mouth. I was hooked on oral sex. And I still wasn't a bad girl! *** The following Saturday afternoon, we were cuddling after a great 69. He was on top of me and I could feel his prick touching my lips. It wasn't long before I felt a hard prick pushing against my lips. We started kissing and he kept rubbing his prick up and down my slit. When he reached down, to guide himself into me, I told him no, it would hurt too much. Pain blocked out bad girl. He told he would be gentle and go slow, giving me time to adjust to him being in me. I was scared, but I was horny. He was true to his word. By the time he popped my cherry, I was on the edge of cumming and I barely felt it. I was hooked. What's a bad girl? By Monday, I was so sore I had trouble walking. *** The next weekend I had my period. He was thrilled because now he could fuck me without a condom. Monday, I was really sore, and the pad didn't help any. I was surprised to discover that he loved looking at me wearing just my belt and pad. He thought that was the sexiest sight he ever saw. He fucked me legless every weekend for the next month. He broke up with me after my next period, and went to the prom with someone else. I didn't become a bad girl. All of my boyfriends told me I was a good girl. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 40