This is a true story to say the least. My long distance boyfriend and I finally met up, on August 23rd of this year. So in this, I recall the details of my, ahem, 'our', first time.
We were sitting together on the bed we had shared for the past few nights, it was mid afternoon. I can't quite remember what the main activity of that day was, but even at the moment it was at the back of my mind. Out of the twelve days we had to spend with each other, this was our last one. Our last night. Sure, we had explored each other's bodies whenever the chance was provided, but he had never been 'inside' of me.
This boy enjoyed humiliating me. Feeling my ass whenever he got the chance, and once even sucking on my underarm. It tickled, and my whole body tensed as he hummed happily at my reactions. Was sweat seriously that appealing?! Whether it was my hair, back, or even.. Down there.. He was constantly breathing me in as he pleased. I'm only 18, him a few months younger than me, we were both virgins, so how did he know exactly what to do? Whenever he'd slide his tongue into my mouth, my whole body would relax and I'd feel a pleasant warmth form between my legs. That wasn't to say I was submissive to him, however.
I'd grasp him firmly in my hand and watch his face twist in pleasure whenever I'd tug on him, kissing his neck before biting and leaving love marks down his body. His scent and his taste, nothing compared either. I just have better self control compared to him. When I went down on him for the first time and breathed him in, the thought that popped into my mind was, "You actually smell like a man despite how much of a pretty boy you are." It was lovely. Everything about him was lovely. The goofy, awkward smile he'd shoot me whenever I looked towards him, the way he'd stare at me or kiss me no matter who was around us. Some sort of sweet, innocent, yet lustful love. He's so clumsy.
It was overwhelming. The first time he'd licked me. It was night one of our twelve days, and after rubbing me with his delicate fingers for about 10 minutes he was pleading with me to let him go down. How can I say no to that? I was embarrassed, worried, what if he disliked my smell or taste? That all faded immediately when I felt his tongue slide against my most sensitive places. It was warm, wet, and his tongue was strongly pushing against me as he tasted me. I remember smiling, having had fantasized about this so often. He spread me open with his fingers and proceeded to lick up and down my clit, pleasure blooming over my skin like flowers. I had even started to drool a bit before he went back up and kissed me. I did taste good. His breathing was heavy, and his face damp with my arousal. He then asked me "Please, sit on my face" and I sat in shock for a moment. Why must you always go another step up with your silly ideas?
I was hesitant but his boyish begging soon got to me and made me want to shut him up by putting my pussy over his mouth. He laid back and I steadied myself over his mouth, spreading my knees to give him access to me. He immediately lapped at me again and again, my fingers twisting in his curly hair. Before long, let's say, even two minutes, my legs gave out and I became even more embarrassed. So he turned me around to face the other way, as if having my ass in his face instead would make me feel any better, and that's when I felt it. He licked all the way from my clit to my asshole in one long stripe, and my legs went slack all over again. What an odd sense of pleasure, a humiliating one, that now had me twitching and dripping on his face. I could feel his smile against me as he licked over and over, before I pulled off of him, glaring back. "You just!" I protested before being flipped onto my back, kissed roughly again to taste yet another part of myself. It wasn't bad.
So here we were, sitting together on our last night. How many times his fingers had reached the most pleasurable spot of me by then, I'm not sure. I also lost count of how much of his love I'd swallowed or milked out of him in the process as well. This dorky boy, looking at his phone as I watched him, gave me that same awkward smile as always. Ah, I can't win with you can I?