I had my first sexual experience the summer I was eighteen. It started when my boyfriend Mark and I were watching a movie on TV after my parents had gone to bed. Mark started kissing me and then started to slide his hand up my skirt. "No" I told him and pulled his hand away. Meanwhile my mind was racing. I didn't really want him to stop. Ever since we had started dating, I'd been fantasizing about having sex. At night I'd lie awake after a date and imagine my boyfriend licking my pussy or fucking me. I'd think about his hard cock...what would it feel like? What would it be like to suck it?
I could feel my pussy getting really wet as he continued to kiss me and I thought about having his hand on my sex. What would he do? What would it feel like? Ten minutes later I found out because he tried again, and this time I didn't stop him. He slid his hand under the elastic of my panties and ran one finger all the way down between my lips. I could feel my lips parted around the slender hardness of his finger, and I felt a shiver. He dipped it just a little into my hole and got his finger super slick in my wetness. Then he started to gently rub my clitoris with his wet finger in little circles. It felt so good. I wanted nothing more than to take off everything and put his hard cock inside of me. But I was way too shy to try anything so bold.
He rubbed his finger around and around in little circles, periodically dipping it in my hole again, which was getting to be soaking wet. My breathing was getting faster and more ragged as he went on and on. I felt like I had climbed a long hill and now I was teetering at the precipice. Just a little bit more was all I needed. Then suddenly, finally, it hit and I tipped over the edge. A small orgasm gripped me. My muscles tensed up as the wave of pleasure rippled through me.
After it ended Mark started kissing me again. I knew he wanted something too, and after what he did for me I was inclined to give it to him. I was totally determined in the safety of my dreams to give him a blowjob. Confronted with the reality I was scared, but my recent orgasm gave me the courage to try. I gently pushed Mark down on the carpet in front of the movie we were supposed to be watching. I knelt beside him and unzipped his pants. Then I pulled them down far enough to expose his already very hard cock.
I studied his cock as I pulled it out. It looked to be thick and long, with a pronounced bump running up the underside to the darker head. Gripping it, it felt smooth and warm with a strange feel of a very soft skin laid over a steel hard center. I bent forward to confront this intimidating shaft. Tentatively I started to run my tongue up and down his length. Then getting a little bolder I took him into my mouth.