My name is Michelle. This is the true story of the first time that I let a guy cum in my mouth during a blow job. I was one of those girls that never stood out in a crowd in high school. I was too smart to be popular and my bi-racial heritage made it hard for me to fit into any of the cliques. My heritage (mother was white, father was African-American) is what gave me my caramel colored skin and curly hair. Those traits are exactly what attracted my first boyfriend (who later became my husband) to me.
Freshman year of college, I'd been out on a few dates, but could never find someone to be serious with. There had been one guy that I liked a bit, but it never went beyond a drunken night's make-out session. Then I met him. Steve was the complete opposite of all of the guys that I knew growing up back in my rural Michigan town. Most guys I knew thought dressing up was putting on jeans with no holes in them. Steve showed up at my dorm room door for our first date wearing khakis, button down shirt with a tie, and holding roses for me. His preppy look and romantic gesture was enough to get my heart fluttering before he even said hello.
From that first date, we both knew that we more than just liked each other. This was a good thing because neither one of us was into the idea of sleeping with just any random person that we met. Steve had only been with one other woman and I was still a virgin.
He said that he did not mind that I was a virgin, but I still felt lacking when in comparison of him. Though a virgin, I knew almost immediately that he would be The One for me to give myself to for the first time. That first time came only four dates in when he took me to a hotel for the night; not much privacy in the dorms. We made love the entire weekend and it was amazing.
I was so self-conscious about my body that I never could fully relax. I knew that Steve's ex was a 95lbs string bean. That was definitely not me. I was 5ft 8in with curves that I later found out drove Steve wild. But at that time, I felt that I was in competition with his ex. He never gave me any indication that he compared me to her, but I could not help it.
Somehow it came up in a conversation not long after we'd begun sleeping together that he'd had anal sex with his ex and that she loved it so much that she could orgasm that way. Of course I saw that as a challenge. A few nights later I told him that I wanted to try anal sex with him. It didn't hurt like I thought; it just wasn't my cup of tea. We kept having anal sex on occasion, but only because I knew that he liked it and I couldn't let his ex be better than me.
Steve did not have a good breakup with his ex, so there was no love lost in his view of her. He joked with me one night about how horrible she was at blowing him. All she did was form an O with her lips and move it up and down his shaft. She was so bad that she'd never been able to make him cum that way.
He said that all his friends had told him that there was no such thing as a "bad blow job", but he always wanted to just pass out the phone number of his ex to disprove that theory.
I knew his ex "won" the anal sex challenge, so I decided that I would make it my mission to teach him what a good blowjob was.
That first night we'd made love was the first time that I'd ever seen a cock. It was a different moment for me. I laid there with it in my hands for a minute; rolling my hands across it as I looked up and down its thick 6+ inches of hardness. After examining it like I was back in science lab, I tentatively took it in my mouth. I didn't know what to do with it, so I just went up and down on it for a minute before stopping. I was surprised to see the way that Steve was acting when I sat back up. He was writhing around on the bed, moaning and groaning. I guess women do have all the power during blowjobs.
