As one grows older, memories fade. However, some remain, and when thought of, they can make our bodies and minds react in ways that could make us blush. Some have those effects on me, especially the thoughts of my sexual "firsts." While reminiscing about these times, one in particular remains fresh in mind.
Trevor had been a good friend of mine for years. Never had I imagined being sexually involved him...ok maybe at times a bit curious, but to act upon my curiosity was something entirely different. We occasionally rounded the local bar, All Stars. I was never a huge fan of that place, but it was popular residing place for my friends and Trevor. Less did I know, I would become a fan of that place soon enough.
One night, while I was attending college, a group of us went out. Somehow we ended up at All Stars. I was completely bummed, since I wanted to go dancing. The idea of sitting at a bar surrounded by walls covered with flat screen TVs playing a variety of sports, did not seem intriguing at the time. As my friends split off in different directions throughout the dimly lit place, I sat at the bar drinking my beer aimlessly staring at the screens; I was bored. Another beer ordered and half-way down, when I had been startled by a big masculine arm wrapped around my chest, almost yanking me from the stool.
Trevor was behind me, laughing and obviously already feeling a pretty good buzz. He grabbed another stool and pulled it next to me. As we had always done when we met up in town, we chatted and talked about school, jobs, and pretty much whatever else kept the small talk going. Trevor was not the most gorgeous guy on earth, but not a complete waste either. He was tall, very tall, with dark brown hair, lighter colored eyes, and moderately built. He was never one who took anything too serious, humor was one of his best attributes. His buddies had left for another local tavern, in chase of some young college freshman. I asked him why he stayed at the bar and was surprised by his response. He chose to stay because he had seen me sitting at the bar. I joked with him thanking him for feeling sorry for me. He insisted he didn't, but that he enjoyed hanging out together when we had the chance. I blew it off, and ordered more drinks.
A few hours went by and I had a heavy buzz going on, Trevor did too. Throughout the night we joked, and flirted back and forth, finding reasons to get closer, I know, so cliché. At one moment, we had headed out the back doors of the joint, where the back landing was located. It had tables and chairs scattered around it. This site was merely used for "smokers." Trevor and I would light up and smoke together; there was something about alcohol that makes you want to smoke.
As the night continued on, our flirtations became more direct, and I remember my curiosity starting to creep up. I was awkwardly turned on by him, not in such a way that I wanted a relationship. I did want him alright, but in bed!
I tried hard to shake off the horniness that took over me, but Trevor had made it so hard, with all his flirting and ass grabbing. He would occasionally joke and talk dirty to me, but for some reason, this time, I wanted him to act on it. I am sure it was the alcohol, now looking back, but never would I regret where the night led.
Closing time came too soon, as it always does when you are out partying, and neither Trevor, nor myself were ready to end the night. He mentioned we go back to his place and keep drinking. I highly doubt I needed any more alcohol, but at that point, there was no stopping me. We had paid our heavy tab, and headed out the door. Trevor's buddies had shown up to give him a ride home. Because I could not drive, Trevor insisted I come home with him. I didn't exactly with him.
When we arrived at his house, I was a bit shocked when his friends backed out of the driveway. I had assumed, they too, were going to join in on the "after-hours" drinking at Trevor's place. Even though I had been surprised, a small part of me was almost giddy they had left.
Trevor and I made our way inside. I stood in the kitchen as he made some drinks. Hard liquor was never a good idea with me, but at that moment, I wasn't thinking clearly. We drank and listened to music while we sat on his couch. Our conversation wasn't much of any particular topic, but my horniness was increasing. Maybe it was the mix of alcohol and the long dry spell of sex that was making me so excited. As our banter went on, at some point we ended up making out on his couch. Just kissing him made me so wet as my pussy tingled and throbbed in my jeans. We pulled away from each other after minutes on the couch and headed down the hall to his bedroom.
We had barely made it through the threshold of his doorway, before he started to aggressively undress me. He whipped my shirt off, bra included, and threw them to the side. I was stunned and could hardly get his jeans unbuckled before he had made his way to my pants. There I stood, half naked in front of the one person I never would have imagined sleeping with. But it was game on, no backing out now. I wanted him more now than I had ever wanted anything.
Trevor was in front of me with only boxers on, and a raging hard on. I had never seen his cock, but was certain it was of decent size from how it felt in his jeans during our groping session on the couch. I was so excited to get his cock in me, that I threw myself on the bed making myself ready for him. He had climbed atop of me, kissing my lips, neck, and chest. Teasing as he sucked on my nipples, turning them into hard little buds. My pussy was throbbing with a sensation I don't recall every feeling before. I feeling of undesirable need, maybe.
Not to sound "slutty" but I had had my fair share of sex before this encounter. It was always the same, lame engagements; almost always missionary or me on top. I had never really expected anything different. I had always known I had a bit of a freaky side, but too shy to expose it. On this night, I was perfectly content with the usual positions. I had just wanted to get laid.
As Trevor laid over me, I had used my legs to work his boxer shorts down his flexed legs to his ankles, exposing his thriving cock. It was hard to see in the dark, but there was some part of me that was eager to get a glimpse. I could see his tight purple head standing tall up his belly; the little sneak peak causing my pussy to thump and feeling my lace panties becoming damp. I gripped his firm dick in my hand and played with the tip, rubbing my thumb over his moist slit. He began to moan deeply in my ear sending chills throughout my body as I gently began to pull his cock closer to me. My panties were still on, and I was trying to figure out a way to slide them off without having to let him go. Before I could figure out a solution, Trevor had taken his hand and slid the underwear to the side, exposing my trimmed wetting lips. Once he moved the lacey cover aside, I eagerly guided his dick inside of me.
