My First Time Inside

My First Inside

Author's Note:

The following is a work of fiction, based on similar events that really happened. All names are fictional and any similarities to real individuals is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.

The school bus dropped us off at the high school late Saturday afternoon. We were returning from the Regional Track and Field competition. Jim Robbins and I jumped in my Volkswagen Bug and headed north. About 25 miles north of town there is a little resort area on the shoulders of the mountains. Sherry Timlin's parents had a mountain cabin there and she invited Jim and I out for the evening. Jim and I played football and ran track together, but we really did not spend a lot of time together until he started dating Mia's best friend. Her parents were not using the cabin over the weekend but had arranged for the local appliance store to deliver a new stove on Monday. Sherry and Mia volunteered to clean the kitchen prior to delivery. Doing so offered an opportunity for the four of us to spend time together; an offer neither Jim nor I were planning to pass up. Although, the two of us would need to head home around Midnight.

It was Spring in the mid 1970s, and we Seniors had about 6 weeks of school remaining. After next weekend's State Championship Track and Field meet in the southern part of the state was over, there was nothing on my calendar except for Senior Prom in two weeks and getting ready for graduation. Mia was planning to attend State University, and I was accepted to a private university about 100 miles south of State U. We spent as much time together as we could, knowing full well that sharing each other's company would cease once we went to college. We have been dating for over two years and going steady for the past eight months. We arrived at the cabin about 6:30 and the girls treated us to sodas, sandwiches, and nachos. The cabin had three bedrooms, Sherry telling us that her parent's bedroom was off limits. We ate and listened to music. This all led up to some serious necking. I started to massage Mia's breasts. She whispered to me if we went to the bedroom, we could take her bra off. I thought we would be taking off more than her bra.

A nano second later, we were fondling each other on the bed. Mia had her blouse off, her bra decorated a pillow, and her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped exposing her white lace panty. My clothing was in a similar condition.

Mia and I started serous touching and fondling, including a little finger action between her thighs about a year ago. We started having sex, actual sexual intercourse, at the beginning of this school year. We usually dated every Friday and Saturday night. Sex still happened infrequently, but was becoming more common, always in my Bug. I was careful to have condoms and always let Mia decide if we would engage in activities requiring their use. She liked to put them on me to ensure that my manhood was properly covered. Something she still remembered from sixth grade health class.

During our Senior Trip last December, we were able to spend one entire evening sleeping in the same bed. It was her menstrual period, so we had no sex, but we did get to cuddle the night through. Sleeping with her, not in the euphemistic sense, was a very eye-opening experience for both of us. It was almost as erotic as the actual sex act to wake up cuddling the person you love. We realized that we both loved each other; as much as any high school kids can realize and understand love. I came home not wanting to be apart from her. We spent every moment we could together after that trip.

Mia has very long naturally wavy brunette hair. It covers her boobs so after removing her bra I must seek her nipples though all her hair. She loves when I fondle her breasts. For a senior in high school, she is well endowed with a bra sporting 34D cups encasing very firm boobs with dark nipples that I swear are almost 1/2" long when properly aroused. She even has pokies when she wears sports bras. Having played volleyball since Jr. High School, she is in good shape with flat stomach, toned legs, and a cute round butt. Inside her jeans is a thick mass of dark brown pubic hair. Her sex is very pink, although I have nothing personally to compare it to other than pictures in magazines; yes magazines, this was before Internet technology.

I stopped sucking her nipples long enough to pull her jeans off. We usually did this in my Bug. It is so much easier on a double bed. Being dusk outside there was ample light coming through the window that her dark nipples were obvious, and that her dark brown, almost black, pubic hair was very visible through her white panties as she looked at me. She pulled my pants off and stroked my hardon for a few minutes. I was harder than I have ever been. I resumed sucking her nipples and placed my hand between her thighs, inserting two fingers into her wet pussy. She continued to play with my dick. I am not super endowed. From my time in locker rooms, I know there are longer ones out there. I am very thick, however. Mia's hand barely fits around it when I am fully erect like I was at this moment. Since I was her first, I don't think she realizes that my almost six inches might be a little short.

"John?" she said breathlessly. "I don't want to use a condom tonight. When you are ready, I want you to stay inside me." I stopped sucking her nipples and sat up. Looking at her I tried to pull my hand from her pussy, but she held it there with both of her hands.

"Mia, I don't want to risk getting you pregnant."

She rose up on her elbows and smiled at me, her very light blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "I don't want you getting me pregnant either. Let me explain." She kissed me. And then sat up cross legged in the bed facing me, adjusting her panty to cover her labia. "A few weeks back I came home from school to find mother had the day off and apparently had spent most of it doing the family laundry. She had my sister's, and my clothes, underwear, bras, and skirts neatly folded on the kitchen table. Slacks, dresses, and blouses were hung up temporarily using one of a couple of cabinet pulls to support the hangers. She welcomed me home and asked me to take my clothes down to my room and then come back so she and I could talk.

"Coming back into the kitchen from the basement, she asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I told her I was ok. She asked me to sit down. As I did, she said straight out, 'Are you and John having sex?' I was flabbergasted at the directness of her question. I started to mumble incoherently. She produced a pair of baby blue panties and set them on the table. There was a stain on the front of them. 'This stain,' she said pointing to the white spots and invoking all her training both as a Registered Nurse and a wife, 'can only be one thing Mia. Are you having sex?' I told her that, yes, we were. 'Since when?'"

"Since the beginning of this school year."

"'And please tell me that you use protection.'"

"Usually John uses a condom."

"'Then explain this?'She held the panties up dangling from one finger."

"I told her that Saturday night after the band concert we went and parked. You didn't have a condom, and we couldn't stop so I told you to pull out when the time came."

I commented to her that I remembered that night.

"Well, that night when I got home, I just took my panties off and threw them in the clothes hamper. The couple of other times you have pulled out I usually rinsed them in the bathroom sink and let them dry and then put them in the hamper."

"Mom wasn't really upset, not noticeably anyway. She told me that you and I need to take better precautions. She used the phone in the kitchen to call our doctor. The following week my mother's gynecologist examined me. She confirmed to both of us that, yes, everything looked fine except my hymen was no longer. Even though it was extremely uncomfortable in front of my mother I answered all the doctor's questions about frequency of sex, protection used, and how many different partners." She looked at me and say the inquisitive look on my face. "It has been only you, John." She stroked my cock and winked at me. "The doctor suggested to my mother that I start taking birth control pills. After explaining how the Pill works, she asked me about my menstrual cycle. I told her I was due to start in a few days, maybe a week at most. The doctor told me to go ahead and plan on starting the Pill after my period and don't have unprotected sex for 7-10 days after starting. She cautioned against having sex at all until the pill was in my system. That's why we haven't been doing it, John."

"My mother assured me that my father would not know any of this. We left the doctor's office with a prescription for the Pill. I cannot tell if Mom was disappointed in me or not. We talked about what you and I were doing on the way home from the doctor's office. She said that she understood raging hormones teenagers have, and how loose society has become since the sexual revolution of the 60s. She also said she was surprised we waited as long as we did. She also told me that she likes you. I guess this might make it a little easier for her." Mia looked at me for a few seconds. Her face looked like she had just lifted a huge weight off her shoulders. She looked physically relieved.

"I started the birth control pills a month ago. I don't have any of the side effects that the doctor told me were possible and my last period was lighter than usual. This I normal when taking the Pill. The Pill and I are a good fit. Both my mother and the gynecologist agree." She gave me a little peaked smile.

"Meaning?" I asked.

Mia held both my hands. "Meaning there is very, very little chance, none, of you impregnating me! Per the doctor, your sperm will not have any of my eggs to play with." She smiled and stroked my hard cock as she kissed me.

Breaking apart, I asked her, "And what does your mother think?"

I always got the feeling that her mother liked me. Mia confirmed this and said that her mother always knew I and my sisters were going to start having sex at some time. She was not noticeably upset that I was having sex with you. "My mother and father married right after high school, and less than a year later my brother Darren was born. Then Mary, and two years later Dawn with me coming the following year. Do you think they waited until after they graduated? Even if they did, I think she has accepted the fact that her girls were going to be active, she just wants us to be safe." She continued telling me that her mother sees pregnant girls at work often, some much younger than her, and the future is mostly not bright for any of them."

I thought about her dad on the other hand... I think he knew that I was probably fucking his baby girl or at least wanting to.

The first time Mia and I went out we double dated with another couple. Mia had asked me to the Jobs Daughters Christmas dance and since I did not yet have my driver's license, we doubled with Stan Perry and his girlfriend. We spent a few hours east of town driving through ranchers' pasters literally chasing rabbits. Stan would drive into a snow-covered field and dozens of Snowshoe Hares would take off running as soon as the headlights illuminated them.

I was late, almost an hour late, bringing her back home. Nothing happened except some heavy kissing. It is still one of my favorite first date memories. This was Christmas of our sophomore year. Mia and I have dated ever since.

While we were chasing rabbits, it snowed heavily. I worked for a local motel. In the summer I took care of their swimming pool, mowed the grass, and did basic landscaping. In the wintertime I shoveled the sidewalks whenever it snowed. It snows a lot where I grew up. The directive was to have all the sidewalks cleared snow and ice free before the motel guests left their rooms in the morning. This morning, I started at 4AM and by the time the coffee shop opened at 6:30, I had the walks cleared around 60 motel units front and back, as well as the walks for the front office, restaurant, and bar. I entered the coffee shop and took a seat at the last open stool at the coffee bar. As soon as I placed my breakfast order, I laid my head on my forearms and sought to take a short nap in attempt to recuperate from my lack of sleep.

"Rough night?" the guy to my left asked.

"Yeah. I don't know what time I took my date home last night..." I replied, mostly into the countertop.

"It was 1:15." He said looking at me.

I rolled my head to the left and looked up at him. He was a big red headed guy wearing a leather cattleman's coat and a cowboy hat. "And who might you be?"

"I am Mia's father, Ed Crane." We shook hands completing the introduction pleasantries. "She told me that you would be here shoveling. I thought I would come down and see for myself. Been watching you for the last half hour. I also need to tell you that if you plan to take my little girl out again, you had better bring her home on time. On time and in the same condition that you picked her up in. Do we understand each other?" He really emphasized the last two statements, while was staring holes in my head.

In retrospect, I realize he showed an incredible amount of restraint not dragging me outside and kicking my ass around the parking lot.

Sitting up straight, I looked him in the eyes. "Yes Sir, Mr. Crane!" My voice was a little squeakier than I wanted. I am certain it signaled to him that a trip around the parking lot would not even get him breathing hard.

"Since you are working, and it looks like you do your job well, I am going to excuse your tardiness this time. Mia tells me you were not driving, but you will not be late bringing Mia home again!" The look on his face asked if I wanted to go with him to the parking lot. He was a big guy! His hands looked to be the same size as my face.

His weathered face softened into a weak smile; more grin than smile like he knew his message hit home. "It is Sunday, and we usually have an early family dinner after church. I think Mia would like to have you join us. Why don't you come for dinner at around two o'clock? Meet the rest of the family."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you. I would love to." My head was spinning. He got up, picked up his check for coffee and offered his hand. We shook hands then he left for the cashier stand. My heart felt like it was going jump out of my chest. After having breakfast, I went to pay my bill, and the cashier told me that Ed Crane paid it. He is a regular, has coffee there almost every morning. My mind flashed on his invite to dinner. Of course, the beat down would take place at dinner. Too many people knew him here.

Later that day at dinner, much to Mia's embarrassment, I learned that her mother was constantly prodding Mia to ask me to the Jobs Daughter's dance. Mia had told her that she wanted to ask me out but was nervous to do so. We were in the same year but only had a few classes together including band and chorus. She was tall and pretty, but I was not much into dating at the time. Every day for three or four weeks, Mrs. Crane would ask Mia if she had asked me. Finally, about five days before the event Mia asked me, after her mother's ultimatum to do so. She said, "ask that boy to the dance or do not come home!" Reluctantly I said yes, then learned it was a semi-formal affair. We were to meet at the Masonic Temple, the dance would begin after the Jobs Daughters meeting. So, I arrived corsage in hand, wearing a sports coat, slacks, button-down shirt, and tie. Thunderbolts hit me when I saw what appeared before me. Mia wore a powder blue satin blouse tucked into knee length dark blue skirt with baby blue knee-high socks. Her hair was all done up in a 'bun" atop her head with several long wavey strands down her neck to her shoulders. The powder blue blouse electrified her blue eyes. I was stumbling over my words and went to present her corsage. Her mother finally stepped in, introduced herself, and took over pinning the corsage to Mia's blouse because I was so horrified about the prospect of my hand brushing her breast that I kept fumbling the task.

We started dating regularly soon after the dance and going steady a year later. I never was late returning Mia to her home.

On a few occasions, Mia and I would be sitting on their couch and Mr. and Mrs. Crane would be leaving to some evening activity. He would come up to me and tell me that they were leaving, and he expected I would be as well, very soon after. I always departed a few minutes later, although a couple of times I would tuck Mia into her bed before I left. No sex, just me tucking her in. If Mr. Crane knew that I was even aware where Mia's bedroom was, he would not have bothered dragging me out of the house before kicking my ass.

The man terrified me from day one.

As for bringing her home in the same condition as when I picked her up, let me just state that Mr. Crane never knew, or I would not be here to tell.

Mia laid down next to me. She placed my hand on her left breast. I squeezed at as I started kissing her. We were French Kissing, both of our tongues spending considerable time in each other's mouth. I felt her stroke my hardon. I was pinching her nipples and rubbing her breasts. She pulled my hand down to her panties, deftly lifting the waistband and slipping my hand underneath. Subtle message received, I stroked her full bush and found my way to her sex, finally inserting a couple of fingers into her moist vagina. She murmured as I started to stroke in and out.

"John," she said between breaths, "I am so looking forward to you being inside me."

I continued to stroke her vagina as I kissed my way to her ear. "Are you certain you want all of me inside? I whispered.

"Yes John, I want all of you."

I slid down, kissing her neck, each of her wonderful breasts and sucked each of her nipples. I then continued kissing her stomach. As I made my way down, I started to remove her panties. I sat up and pulled her panties down and off. I laid them on the pillow next to her bra. She spread her legs. I looked at the space between her thighs. I could see the pink of her labia and vagina through her pubic hair. I had never seen both before since we only made love in my Volkswagen Bug before tonight. I positioned myself between her legs and looked at her. She seemed totally at piece.

"Are you certain you want to take this step, Mia."

"Yes. Don't you?"

"Yes, I very much want to."

She rubbed the head of my cock wiping a bubble of precum. "Well, I think then, that you'd better hurry." Smiling, she rubbed the precum across the top. I lowered my cock between her legs, and she guided me to her entrance. I pushed my purple glans in. She moaned. Mia pushed my butt cheeks with both hands as I slid all the way inside her. "That's a good start, John."

She was moist. Very moist. I immediately felt her muscles tighten around my glans and shaft. I started to slowly stroke back out to where only the head remained inside, then slowly pushed back in all the way until I felt my balls touch her. I repeated these strokes very slowly as we kissed. It was only a few minutes later that I felt my release building. We continued kissing as I stroked in and out. I gradually picked up the pace. Between kisses she asked me if I was ready. I rose up and looked at her. I repositioned us so I was on my knees and she, her butt raised was accepting my strokes in and out of her pussy. She rose to her elbows and watched me stroke in a out of her. Something she had never seen in the Bug. "Oh God, John, this is so much better!" she exclaimed. Are you ready? Soon? I want to watch you do it! God, I love you! Finish inside me." She continued to watch, as I pumped in and out. "Its time, Mia!" I pushed all the way in her. I felt my first ejaculation, then another, and another, my animalistic grunts sounding off with each squirt. After a few more grunts and inseminations, I was done. She had gotten all of it in her. She laid back and I laid on her chest exhausted. "God, John, that feels fantastic. It is so warm when you shoot inside me. And you continued to pump more into me. I love you! This is so much better than using a condom!" She hugged me and wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing me. Her vaginal muscles squeezed me. "I don't want you to leave! I love you! How does it feel for you?"