Sara was my first time. She had deep green eyes, and a smile that was wickedly sexy. The kind of smile that made you wonder what secrets were being held behind that sweet face. Her sun-streaked hair was dark brown, and fell around her shoulders in soft curls. She was the most beautiful girl I thought I'd ever seen.
It was summer in Virginia Beach, and school was out. Sara lived about two miles away, and would walk over to my house everyday. I lived with my mom at the time in a seaside two-story apartment. And everyday when she went to work, the place was ours. I had never been with a girl before. And had only seen a naked female in porn magazines and such. Sara and I had only been dating about two weeks, but in that time I had grown very close to her. And many a night was spent masturbating to the thoughts of what it would be like to have sex. We had made out quite a few times during those first two weeks. But I never had the courage to make a first move. Still, I knew that the time was coming. I just needed to wait for it.
One day Sara came over as usual. And as usual, we found ourselves on the couch in the living room making out. I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom had these huge windows in the room that stretched from floor to ceiling. The curtains were very sheer, and let in all the sunlight. I remember the room was filled with the glow of the mid-day sun. And you could hear the ocean just a short distance from the house. It was a constant, soothing sound.
We sat there on the couch holding each other and kissing. Sara was wearing her usual tee shirt and jeans, and I was dressed about the same. I had never French kissed before, and it was really exciting feeling Sara's' warm, soft tongue gliding across mine. We had been making out for what seemed like hours, and I was so hard I could barely stand it. I didn't know if the time was right or not, but I decided to make a move and see what happened.
While I gently kissed her neck, I moved my hand slowly up her arm...stopping just above the mound of her breast. Letting my fingers rest against the fabric of her shirt. I held my breath, waiting for her to say something and move my had away, but she didn't. She kept returning my kisses eagerly. As I slowly traced the outline of her ear with my tongue, I got a bit bolder. I settled my entire hand over her breast. My palm resting firmly on her tit. I knew that this was the deciding moment. There was no way my intentions could be misread now. And I paused again to judge her reaction. I will never forget what happened next. She slid her hand up to cover mine, and instead of moving it...she gently pushed my hand into the warm bulge of her breast.
Neither one of us spoke a word! And my mind was racing a mile a minute as I caressed her tit through her tee shirt. I could hear Sara moan slightly at my touch. And I felt her hand drop down to my leg, and slowly stroke my upper thigh. I thought I was going to explode!
I remember us laying back on the couch then. I looked into those deep green eyes as my hand glided under her shirt, and up her stomach to her tits. She still had her bra on, and it was too tight for me to slip my fingers under. But I could feel her erect nipples through the fabric, and I lightly stroked them with my fingertips. Sara moaned a bit louder at my touch, and she began stroking my cock through my jeans with her fingers. Even through my jeans, the feeling was incredible! Never having someone, other than myself, touch me that way sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. And I found myself grinding into her hand. I was so hot I thought I'd cum right there in my jeans. But I guess the newness of the experience must have kept me from going. And I continued to caress her tits through her bra, as she stroked my rock hard cock.
