(Note - this is the actual true story of how I lost my virginity)
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I was 26, a first-year English teacher at an inner-city high school. I was also still a virgin... and living at home. Sounds pathetic, I know, but it was what it was.
I had had girlfriends, but none went beyond the petting stage. I had an eye for beautiful women, but for some reason could never go all the way. I got shy and nervous and always seemed to say or do the wrong thing. I wasn't a bad-looking guy -- nearly six feet and 210 muscular pounds. I just couldn't seal the deal. Socially retarded, I guess.
Dating Linda didn't make it seem at first like anything would change in that department. She was two years older than me, 5'6, around 140 and with a pair of 42DD's that one couldn't help but stare at. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair, and HUGE, inviting blue eyes. She was also a computer teacher in my school - mustn't crap where you eat, as the old saying goes - and had made it very clear that we weren't going to be anything more than platonic. She was still married at the time, though separated and planning the divorce.
Yet she was always very flirtatious. She and I would duck out of our graduate class together, and share deep passionate kisses. Once at her house, she even started rubbing my cock while we were watching a movie together. She immediately caught herself. Another time we were feeling each other up while watching "Animal House" -- you know, the scene where Tom Hulce is about to bang the mayor's daughter but is stopped by his "good angel". Same thing happened to us. We both started laughing.
We also used to fight like cats and dogs as well. We were both Aries, very stubborn Alphas and didn't like to give even a little bit. We used to break up and make up seemingly every week. A week before the events I'm about to describe, we'd had one of our breakups. We didn't even talk to each other, even though we worked on the same floor and passed each other frequently.
I was part of an all-teacher rock band, and we were scheduled to open the school talent show the last Friday in May. We came out, and I was surprised to see Linda sitting right in the front row. We blasted into "Johnny B. Goode"- it was the year after
Back To The Future
so we figured our students would know it -- and earned a standing ovation. I noticed as we were walking off that Linda was blowing me kisses. I couldn't help but notice her tight red tank top and tight white pants. She looked
mighty
good.
Three hours later, during which I sang another song solo, accompanied several students on bass and guitar and played five other songs with my own band (including a second turn at "Johnny B. Goode", since the audience wouldn't let us leave!), we were breaking down the equipment when I saw Linda walking towards the stage. She grabbed me in a hug, and said "That was absolutely
fantastic
! Let's celebrate!"
I said "Didn't we break up last week?"
She just laughed and said "To hell with that! Let's go out and do it up right!"
I told her "Look, I'm all sweaty and grungy after playing all afternoon. Would you mind driving me to my parents' house so I could take a shower and change my clothes?"
My parents had made their distaste for Linda fairly obvious. She was Italian; I was Jewish. She was also older than me, married, and thus "damaged goods". She was hesitant until I added, almost absent-mindedly, "My folks aren't home. They're babysitting my nephews at my sister's house. They won't be back til tomorrow night." I was so worn out I wasn't even thinking about anything other than the shower. The thought of what I
could
do while having my girlfriend alone in my parents' house never even crossed my mind.
We made the short drive, went up to the empty house and walked into my room. I went to the dresser, picked out the clothes I planned to wear that night, gathered them up, and excused myself to take my shower.
I was standing in the shower with my eyes closed, cleaning myself off and letting the hot water wash the cobwebs out of my head. I was reviewing the previous two weeks in my mind. In addition to rehearsing for the show, I had spent the time completing a paper for my graduate class and making up finals for my own students. I was so busy and focused that I hadn't touched myself in two weeks, and I could sense a growing hard-on. I was thinking what a shame it would be to waste it, what with my girlfriend in the next room. In my still-virgin mind, I started imagining how I might make a move on her, what it might be like to suck on those huge tits, to hold onto her ass while I pushed myself deep into her pussy, to do all the things I'd only read about in magazines or seen in porno movies. My reverie was broken by the sudden realization that as I was washing myself, I had apparently grown an extra pair of hands...
No way, I thought. This only happens in Penthouse Forum... or in my fantasies. But then I felt a soft kiss on my neck, and heard a whisper in my ear: "Were you thinking about me? I'll bet you were. Would you like me to wash it for you?" I felt Linda take my semi-erect cock between her hands and gently lather it. In no time I had sprung to my full 7-inch length.
I still hadn't opened my eyes. I was almost afraid that if I did, I would realize I had been dreaming. Then I heard her say "There's more to you than I thought, Mike. I'm VERY impressed. I can't wait to feel that in my pussy. But we're not quite ready for that yet. Open your eyes."
I did so... and saw Linda kneeling in front of me, wearing nothing but a smile. She held my cock in her hand, and slowly guided it between her enormous breasts. I had never seen a titty fuck even in the numerous porno movies I'd seen, and here I was experiencing it in my own bathroom. I gasped, and involuntarily stood on my tiptoes as Linda kneaded her tits around my erect shaft. I heard her moan several times, and she said softly "Oooh, this feels GOOD. My ex's cock was too small. I couldn't do this with him. Does it bother you that I'm talking about my ex?"
I could barely gasp out "no" before she said "because I'm here with
you
now, right?"
I couldn't even think about anything except how good it felt. Then she took my cock and slowly, deliberately took it into her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked my penis into a frenzy, and I began bucking back and forth in time with her sucking motion. She suddenly stopped, and looked up at me with a wicked smile on her face. "Oh, no, Mike, it isn't going to be that easy. I want to work you... build you up, slow you down, speed you up... I want this first time with us to be absolutely special. You know that you're going to be only the second guy I've EVER had sex with. I want you to come like you've NEVER come before... and I don't care how many girls you've been with before. I want you to make me feel like I'm the only woman you've ever wanted to fuck in the whole world. Can you do that? Are you up for it?"