My husband has constantly begged for me to tell him about the sex I had before we met. It's not uncomfortable or weird, I just don't remember the details as intensely as he does his past encounters. He always wants to hear about me giving a handjob or giving a guy a blowjob, how big were they, all the stuff that I never found to be something to commit to my memory.
I told him "Well, they always started as a hand job but usually ended up becoming a blow job.. it's kind of inevitable."
I remember everyone I had sex with. There's not that many, really. I was a late bloomer. The first boyfriend that I fooled around with was 19, I was 18 and we met at community college in the fall after I graduated from high school. This one I remember clearly.
After a few weeks of classes and keeping my head down and working hard, I started to lighten up a bit and tried to be more social. There were lots of good looking guys on campus but lots of gorgeous girls too. Like I said, I was a late bloomer and I was just starting to come out of my shell. I had shoulder length hair that was braided in places and those areas were bleached blonde. I'm mixed, so my hair is a thick mane, heavy and curly. I'd had a job during the summer and for my eighteenth birthday, I got a tongue piercing and lived to play with it and show it off. Being a bit naive, it hadn't really dawned on me what most girls were getting them for. So when I would push the bead out between my lips and move it around while working in class, every guy in the room was of the mindset that I was advertising some skill that I hadn't even considered yet. Well, maybe a little but again, I was shy and a little behind on all of that.
There were a couple of guys that were kinda lewd about it and it made me really self conscious about it and I started to rethink my jewelry. One guy though, let's call him Tony for the sake of keeping things anonymous, complimented me on occasion and was polite and friendly. This was a welcome change from the usual suspects. We walked together to classes we shared and even met out in the courtyard to smoke cigarettes between a few. After a couple of weeks of this, he got up the nerve to ask me out and I blurted out a yes that probably sounded desperate. He was about 5'10" and was in great shape. Bright eyes and a great smile with a gentle way about himself, although he was a little cocky.
We decided to go out on the coming weekend and he would pick me up from my house. I had younger siblings and really didn't want everyone in the house to embarrass me when he arrived, so I told him "Be on time and I'll meet you at the end of our driveway."
Friday came and I spent the whole afternoon figuring out what to wear. Something to make me stand out but not look trashy. Jeans and a knit blouse with sandals wasn't too frumpy but didn't look like I was headed to a night club either. When he got there he told me I looked great and that he was really happy that I had said yes to a date with him. This made me flush a little and my heart race a bit too.
He opened the car door for me and went around to the drivers side and jumped in and off we went. We'd decided on dinner and a movie as our evening entertainment and both went well. I ate light so I didn't look like a pig
and we split a drink and some popcorn at the movie. There was a scene in the movie that gave me a good jump scare and I grabbed his hand when it happened but didn't let go after. He leaned in after the last scene and kissed me. I hadn't kissed a lot of guys yet and I felt awkward, but it felt good. I know my nipples stood up but the top I was wearing and the dark helped to hide them. He went from my lips to the side of my neck and this drive me crazy. I'd never been kissed like this before and it warmed me up immediately. As the credits rolled and people started filing out, we hopped up and followed. When we got out to his car, he opened the door and asked where I'd like to go. I had no idea where we could continue our heavy kissing but I wanted more and said "Someplace quiet and private?" He said "I know just the place!"
We pulled into my neighborhood and I was confused. We drove right past my parents house and around a couple of corners to the big park in the middle of the subdivision. It was after dark but before park curfew, so we got out and walked around for a little while, holding hands and giggling together about the movie we'd been to. When we came back around the path to his car, I just assumed he was going to take me home, so I was a little surprised after we got in and he leaned into me and kissed my neck. I responded with running my hand up his chest and pulling him closer to me. I know he could feel my nipples poking him in the chest. He leaned forward again and kissed my neck under my chin and then started working his way down to the neckline of my sweater. His hands found their way to my sides and he had one under each of my breasts, on my ribs. We kept kissing, me holding his head in my hands and our tongues intertwined.
I'd never been in this situation before but was loving everything about it. My whole body was warm. I was tingling all over and I was feeling myself getting wet. I had masturbated before, of course, and was well on my way to having to do it later if something didn't happen here. I told him I wanted to take my sweater off and he gulped an "Ok. Can I help?" And we both cracked up. I pulled my top over my head and let him look at me for a second before I said "Do you want to see them?" And realized how corny it sounded on the way out of my mouth. He managed another yes so I leaned forward and unsnapped the closure of my bra.
I'm a 38 HH. Yep. I have big boobs and I've always been proud of them but suddenly got nervous about someone else seeing them in all their glory. Before I could think about it though, he reached over and cupped one in his hands and exclaimed "Oh my god, they're huge!" This made me kind of self conscious about them and how I looked sitting there with no top on, boobs hanging free, nipples erect and almost panting because I was so excited. I put my hand on either side of them and pushed them together making them stand up even more and he took this as an invitation. He leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth and I gasped and grabbed the back of his head. I'd fantasized about having a guy suck and kiss on my breasts many time and it was even better than I could have thought. I pulled his head up in front of me and pushed my tongue into his mouth and he's sucked lightly on it, making me moan and wiggle a little in the seat, trying to get the seam of my jeans to stop rubbing me. I reached down and gave my jeans a little tug to adjust them and realized I was sopping wet. I could even smell my juices. I looked up at him again and realized he could too. He put a hand on my leg and I moved them apart just a little. He looked at my eyes like he was asking and I said "You can rub it through my pants." and he wasted no time. I felt his first finger touch me right below my clitoris and I bucked my hips a little bit to put it under his hand. He began rubbing in little circles and said "You're so wet I can feel it." This made me push harder against his hand and he kept rubbing me, pushing me closer to the edge than I'd ever been with another person other than in my head.
I wanted to get off so bad. I reached down beside me and let the seatback go down. I turned a little in the seat and said "Will you finger me?" I popped the button on my jeans and as he slid his hand down my pants towards my dripping wet crotch, I reached over and rubbed the bulge I had just noticed in his. I grabbed a handful and squeezed and he moaned and pushed his hips up a little. He did this a few times before he started concentrating on the burning hot patch between my legs. As his finger tips reached my vulva, I raised up just a little and pushed my jeans down past my butt so I could give his hand more room. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me so bad I was aching. He slipped his middle finger in and his palm was pressing against my clit and I let out a moan and pushed myself into his hand. He took one of my breasts into his other hand and sucked nipple lightly and began pushing his finger in and out of me, his palm making contact with my clit on every stroke. I'd wiggled my jeans down past my knees and spread my legs as wide as I could. I told him "Use another finger in me."
All this time I'd been trying to rub on this gigantic bulge in his pants but was having trouble getting everything to work in time together. He pushed his middle and ring finger into me and started moving them in our out much faster now. This was all I could handle and I squealed "Oh shit!" as I came all over his hand, my panties and the seat. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of me while wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I was shaking and stuttering "Oh god, oh my god!" while he gently fucking me with his fingers. I pulled his hand away because I felt like I was going to pee and said "Thank you! Oh my god, that was awesome! I've never done that before!" He stopped everything and said "What do you mean?"