You know, it is getting harder to think back all those years. What my emotions were. What I was thinking. It's a pity, because it was a milestone, the first big milestone in my life. It was the night I lost my virginity. There are times when the light flickers in a specific way or a man wears the cologne that my boyfriend Jay wore when a flood of memories return to me. I remember that it was a mid-summer night, and that I was at my boyfriend's house while his parents were entertaining their friends outside.
As I lay alongside Jay on his single bed, we could hear the tinkling of glass and intermittent bursts of laughter from just outside his bedroom window. Jay and I had been going out for only a few weeks, and as our relationship grew steamier, I had taken the opportunity to update my lingerie, purchasing lacy bra and panty sets that I had always wanted, but could never justify spending the money on. I remember I was wearing a tight, black button-through shirt and a long, flowing summer skirt, and underneath, I had chosen to wear a black satin and lace set, the fabric stretched tight across my silky smooth, 36D breasts.
Jay's birthday was in a few weeks' time, and we had planned to spend the weekend away at a cabin his parents had by a lake. Jay had already guessed that part of his birthday surprise was going to be me allowing him to be the one to take my virginity. It may have been because of this knowledge that Jay hadn't been pushing me for sex, and so we spent many hours just making out and exploring each other's bodies.
It was really humid that night, and Jay and I had been lying together kissing passionately for well over an hour. I was still fully dressed, but in the heat Jay had stripped down to just a pair of shorts. He was lying partially across my body, cupping my left breast and gently squeezing it in perfect time to the deep probing of our tongues. I was fully aroused and my hard nipples were pushing against the tight fabric of my shirt. Without missing a beat, he spread his fingers and captured my nipple between his middle and index fingers and began to lightly rub it in a gentle, scissoring motion. Although I hadn't thought it possible, my nipples grew even harder and I begged for him to remove my shirt.
Jay dragged his mouth away from mine and leaned back as he slowly undid the buttons of my shirt. The room was dark, the only light coming through the slightly tilted slats of the Venetian blinds adorning his bedroom window. Jay seemed mesmerised by the sheen of my sweat-covered chest, a faint light as the only means of illuminating my body. My nipples were rock hard, and the flimsy lace of my bra could barely contain my tits. The brownish pink of my areola peeked over the over-full cup. He groaned quietly and began gently biting my nipples through my bra. I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his. Jay ran his hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, freeing my restricted tits.
As Jay continued to suck and chew on my nipples, I ran my hands down the back of his shorts and grabbed his toned arse cheeks. As I kneaded his flesh with my palms, I pushed him hard against my aching crotch. His rock-hard cock immediately responded and he managed to nestle it against my throbbing clit. I could feel his desire even through my skirt and juice-soaked panties. For what seemed like hours, the two of us lay there, our mouths exploring each other's naked torsos, while we ground our throbbing genitals against one another.
I could feel Jay's pumping growing more and more urgent, so I pulled my mouth away from his and rolled him onto his back.
"Relax," I told him, "Just lie back, and let me treat you."
Jay let out a deep moan as I slid down the length of the bed until my head was level with his groin. I smiled slyly as I looked at his erection, which was causing a tent-pole-like effect in his shorts. With an extreme amount of care, I gently slid my hands under the elastic waistband of his shorts, lifted it over his throbbing cock, and slid them down his legs. Jay shuddered as he felt the smooth skin of my tits gently knocking against his hard-on as I repositioned myself.
"Close your eyes," I whispered, as I gently moved my lips to base of his rod.
I licked my lips and slowly began my descent to his fuzz-covered testicles. Gentle, light flicks at first, slowly moving to wide lustful licks before opening my mouth and sucking the hot sack into the depths of my warm, wet mouth. Once the first ball was drenched with my saliva, I moved across and gave the same treatment to his other ball. As I continued to suck and lick his testicles, I brought my palm up to his cock, slapping away his hand, which he was using furiously on his thickly veined cock.
"Let me do the work," I said, as I grabbed the base and began to rhythmically pump away.