Hey again, I was laying down thinking for a bit about how I got here, sitting spread-legged in front of a webcam, anonymous users paying to mess with the vibrators in my very happy holes. Twitching and moaning in just the right light and after a particularly generous donation that pushed the vibrator in my pussy to its limit, pushing me over the delicious edge I thought I would tell the tale of how I popped the cherry of my well-endowed cameraman. Twitching in a puddle of my own making, open-mouthed, just waiting for him to take the bait and show me what a facefuck really meant, I can't help but think of the first time. And for my more pervy Fans Yes I waited until I was of Legal age well a little past 19. Don't judge
It was a bit after the incident at the club, I was still working out some things in my head. I was both pleased and shocked at my actions. I could feel the horny little minx inside me and it scared the bejeezus out of me. All my childhood I had been taught what a proper lady was supposed to be like. Keep an aspirin between my knees, be careful around boys, and don't be too friendly. They might get the wrong idea, and all ideas seemed to be the wrong idea. No sex before marriage, I guess that my little oral escapade would have counted as something that would disqualify me. But what did that mean? The advice for sex was even worse, mother had said just do what your husband wants he will know. Father was less helpful, not wanting to talk about it at all. My childhood was no real help in this instance, perhaps the internet would be better?
My foray into internet porn and sex advice will be the subject of a story for a different time. But let it be known that by the end of my weekend, I was quite pleased with the various things I had learned. I was exhausted, bed soaked, and had come to two very clear conclusions. The first was that I would need to stock my room with a vast variety of sex toys. The second was that I needed first-hand experience, I needed to pop my cherry and I knew exactly whose bone I would be jumping.
After a bit of cleaning up, I called up my oblivious dick provider, an old friend from high school that I hoped still went to the same college as he had said. A couple of texts later though all worries were swept aside and we had a "date not date". E as I will call him was from a pretty similar background as me, with the noted exception that he lived farther into the woods. Which helped him build some very interesting muscles that had not escaped my youthful eye. When I had last seen him he had grown to a respectable 6' 1" and had been packing. Guys always think they are so slick trying to hide but when you get out of the pool, those swim trunks tend to stick in all the right places. The best part though was that he was a respectable young man that I felt safe around. Like a sexy puppy, eager to please but won't bite if you don't give him a treat. Boy did I have the treat to give him.
It took a while but soon my small one-bedroom apartment was ready. I had cleared away all the books and pizza boxes, scattered papers were "Organized" into piles. There was enough sitting space on the couch and most importantly my bedroom was immaculate. I had redecorated as best that I could. A nice but older blanket with a cute Eastern pattern hung over the window, Christmas lights crisscrossed the ceiling, and my bookshelves on the shared wall had red and black candles placed in strategic corners. I had even put my old sheet on the bed hidden by red blankets so if I made a mess I wouldn't ruin anything of importance. I was ready to lose my virginity! And with the newly rented guy flick (Something with superheroes, lots of action, and probably cars) and pizza on the way I was confident. E was a strong, handsome man, whose dick made my mouth water, and he probably wouldn't see this coming.
The knock on my door had me jumping out of my skin, and I blushed to realize where my mind had wandered to. Flushed I ran over to let in E who took one look at my flushed face and broke into his annoyingly endearing grin.
"Hey, there S long time no see, how long has it been? Six, maybe seven decades?"
"Shut your stupid face, you are lucky we didn't keep you around for your brains."
"OH, that's right what was it your cousin said, that my perfect ass makes up for my dumb mouth?"
He playfully ran his hand over his admittedly rock-solid ass spanking it and laughing loudly enough for me to blush, hurrying him into the apartment. I sat him down on the couch hoping to hope that no one had noticed what was essentially my first-ever booty call, making a fool out of himself. A quick look around the neighborhood from my front door confirmed that yep it was the middle of the day and everyone was at work. Perfect, I thought remembering some of the porn I had looked up last night in anticipation. Those girls had been quite loud about losing their virginity, and while I was fairly confident that most of it was acting, I was not confident I could be much more composed. So the lack of an audience on the other side of the wall was a small mercy I was grateful for.
"So, S, I'm starting to feel a little bashful with you staring a hole through my pants," E chuckled nervously.
"Umm, I picked up pizza and some soda for the movie let me get you a plate," I tried to pretend nothing happened moving to the kitchen.
"You don't have to do that, I'm handicapable I swear."
E chuckles at his bad joke causing me to roll my eyes, the man may be a giant goofball but he knew how to put me at ease. Soon we were snuggled next to each other munching on junk food and binging solid C movies. Very much the platonic Netflix and chill I had suggested. E was good company, he made even the worst movie entertaining, joking about a mistake here, and making this bit of bad acting hilarious there. He had me in stitches more than once, and let me tell you the quickest way into my panties is to make me laugh. Sitting next to E on the couch and laughing my butt off was starting to get my engine revving. He was warm and welcoming, and every once in a while, he would brush against my thigh under the blankets. He leaned over the table to get at another piece of the pizza and took a nice long look. He was fit, defined muscles in his arms, and yes a nice round bubble butt. Maybe not the bodybuilder type but I was never one to discriminate against a little bit of a belly. His jeans hung off his hips giving a nice peek at his v and at that moment I was done watching whatever nonsense was on the TV. No, my new goal was to get him out of those pants and into something more comfortable, namely me!
