"Your first, your worst" is a common adage used to describe losing one's virginity. For me, it certainly wasn't the worst. In fact, the elation of finally being relieved of the shameful v-card remains one of the most potent experiences of my life.
After I graduated high school I attended an out-of-state for college and loved it. While I was a fairly good-looking guy and in very good shape at the time, I suffered from crippling shyness with women. Women were mysterious, magical, otherworldly creatures whom you occasionally made small talk with and admired from a distance, but never actually approached.
As a result, I went through my first three years of my higher education where the only relief I got was from my own hand. I was truly in danger of graduating not just high school, but college, a virgin. The prospect was an utterly humiliating one.
Then, on one unseasonably cool and beautiful late August afternoon, I met
her.
For the purpose of this story, I'll call her Michelle. She was the cousin of a friend who graduated the previous semester, and he asked me to show around campus. I would come to find out later that Michelle transferred from her former university in order to get as far away as possible from her cruel and bizarre family. While it's an interesting story, peppered with truths and lies alike, along with a generous helping of her own embellishment, it isn't especially relevant here.
I would like to tell you that Michelle was a stunning beauty of the first order. That she was the type that turned heads wherever she went. But, she wasn't. However, Michelle was undeniably pretty, and had the body type I had lusted over for so long - large, full breasts and a big round ass to go along with them. Her build was somewhere between athletic and chubby. Her long, dark hair hung to the middle of her back and contrasted beautifully with her smooth, white and even complexion. Her big, brown and keen eyes always seemed to be hiding the punchline to a funny joke or secret she couldn't wait to tell you.
We met the day before classes started when I picked her up from her dormitory.
"Hi, Andrew (my name also changed)! So nice to finally meet you." she said with a beaming grin. We had exchanged several emails over the summer - all very short and casual affairs.
The first thing I noticed was her pronounced Minnesota accent. Having grown up in the Deep South, and having traveled little to this point in my life, it sounded almost alien to me. But, there was something incredibly endearing about it.
Since it was such a beautiful evening we decided to walk to a restaurant near campus. After a few minutes of conversation I noticed something else about Michelle, her charm. At this age, I was often intimidated by and shy around women. However, Michelle she put me at ease, made me laugh and feel as if I'd known her my entire life. She was one of those rare few people you meet from time-to-time that makes you believe that things you say
matter.
We talked for hours, wandered around campus, hung out in her dorm room and talked about everything from old friends, the type of music we liked, and our favorite movies. I told her about jambalaya, which she couldn't wait to try, and she told me about lutefisk, which made me want to vomit.
There were no fireworks on that night. Sometime around 1:30 AM she said she ought to get some sleep and I left. I wasn't disappointed. At this point, it hadn't quite registered that this girl was actually into me. I reckoned I had simply found a cool person to hang out with who happened to be a girl.
Throughout next few weeks this is precisely what happened. Over time, I began to think she may be interested in me, but nothing was to prepare me for such a sudden and wonderful stripping of my virginity that was to come so suddenly. I remember as if it happened yesterday.
It was a Sunday evening and we were both laying upon a blanket on floor watching
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers.
Earlier that evening she suggested we put a comforter on the floor so we could lay down to watch TV and it still didn't cross my mind what she may be getting at.
Michelle then rested her thigh upon mine and her arm across my chest. What was about to happen was finally beginning to percolate its way through my mind. I felt her breasts push up against my side. Then, our eyes met and we began to kiss, passionately. Our tongues swirled round one another. I softly bit her bottom lip and she nibbled on the side of my neck sending shudders throughout my body.
She tugged at my shirt and I pulled it off. She did the same with hers. Her magnificent breasts were heaving beautifully but still encased in her bra. At this point in my life, the only breasts I'd ever seen where in magazines or on a computer monitor. We continued to kiss lustfully and sweetly. Our lips embraced, my pulse racing uncontrollably. I felt her rubbing my hard dick though my jeans. I reached around to try unclasp her bra. I didn't know if I would be successful, as I'd never tried such a thing before, but as luck would have it, I did it on my first try.
Michelle sat up, grasped the shoulder straps of the bra and removed it entirely. My god, her breasts were beautiful. They hung enormous, yet firm. Her dark pink nipples, about the size of the tip of one's pinky, pointed slightly upward, barely enough to notice. Her substantial areolas were of an ever so lighter shade of pink, with beautiful goose bumps dotting their landscape. Momentarily, I was but capable of staring and admiration.
"Want some?" she asked.
Before I could answer she playfully swung her tits across my face. The sides of her breast hit my cheek, and then she dragged them across my face, her nipples grazing my lips. When she did this again I opened my mouth to take her nipple into it. She playfully retreated just before I could take it between my lips.
"No?" I asked coyly.
"Yes." Michelle answered with a devilish grin, and without warning or tease pressed her right breast in my face. I'm not certain what I thought a nipple was supposed to feel like before, but I was surprised with how hard hers were. I kissed it. Nibbled it. Traced circles around it with the tip of my tongue.
"Don't want to make this one jealous." she said, removing one breast from my mouth then plopping the other down upon my face. With her nipple between my lips I felt her hand try to somewhat clumsily unclasp my belt and jean's button. I immediately reached down to offer some assistance, doing the job myself, wiggling my hips to loosen them.
Michelle once again removed her breast from my mouth and I was momentarily disappointed until I saw she was moving down toward my hips. She reached with both hands into my pants, grabbing hold of jeans and boxer shorts alike and forcefully yanked them off me. She spread my legs apart so she could position herself between my knees. She started kissing, nibbling and licking her way up my inner thigh from right above the knee. My penis was twitching wildly in anticipation. She made her way up my thigh grabbed hold of the base of my dick, opened her mouth, approached it and stopped. Then she began repeating the teasing, nibbling of my other thigh. After what seemed like an eternity, my penis was once more firmly in her grip. I felt the tip of her warm, wet tongue touch that point where the penis and scrotum meet, as she slowly began to drag it to the very tip and back again.
She lightly flicked the top underside of my dick, then softly kissed the head multiple times. I sighed, trembled. This had only just begun but I didn't know how much more I could take. She opened her mouth and took the head within it, bobbing up and down slowly. Each time she'd take a little more of my penis into her mouth, and tighten her lips as she went back up. Michelle then closed her fingers around my penis so she could stroke me as her lips and tongue rode up and down on my shaft.
