My story begins in my college freshman algebra class. Second semester there was a guy named Gavin who transferred from another class. He sat across the room, but our desks faced each other. I thought he was cute, but I had a boyfriend, so I didn't think too much about him. We never talked to each other in class or spoke in the hall, but the weekend before our spring break, we were both guests at a wedding for a friend of our families. Strange coincidence, but when I told the groom I had a class with the guy, the groom introduced us. We talked quite a lot that day, but I was going on vacation with my parents for spring break, so I figured I would see him in class and maybe talk to him some, but wasn't thinking too much about it.
Well, we talked quite a lot. We ended up becoming really great friends, best friends actually. The first time I went to his house, we were studying algebra and Spanish, but mostly we talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. Over the summer we talked more and became even closer. My boyfriend was a senior and had enlisted in the Army, so he left after the summer for boot camp. We stayed together, but I was beginning to wonder if that was a mistake. Toward the end of our sophomore year Gavin had asked me to go to his house to hang out and have dinner. I had been to his house a few times since we started talking, so I didn't think this time would be different from the other times I had gone over.
It was almost time for me to go home that night. I got my stuff together and started to walk out of the room. "D," Gavin called me that even though my name is Devon. I turned around and walked back toward him, but before I could say anything, he kissed me. It was a sweet, soft peck on the lips, but I didn't know what to think. I didn't say a word and left that night wondering what I was supposed to do. I loved my boyfriend but felt lonely and now someone I had grown to care for was showing interests. When I talked to him next we said we liked how it felt to kiss each other. We spend a little time making out over the next few days and had a lot of fun, but my boyfriend was coming home to visit. Gavin didn't want me to break up with my boyfriend and have a relationship start that way, so we stopped what we were doing.
Well, for reasons I still don't understand I stayed with my boyfriend. Gavin and I still hung out and still were the best of friends, but never kissed. By the middle of our junior year he also had a girlfriend, so neither one of us thought anything would happen again.
"D, I know you and your boyfriend have had sex and I also want to have sex." I knew he was a virgin because we had talked before about sex. Talking about sex with him was nothing new.
"Gavin why don't you tell your girlfriend?"
"Well, you know I'm a virgin, but I want to have sex for the first time with someone I really care about. I really care about you. I want my first time to be with you."
I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to say. Because I was already having sex with my boyfriend I was on the pill, so that wasn't going to be a problem. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in many, many months, so I was feeling lonely again. After a few days I made a decision. I wanted to be with Gavin. I wanted to experience him. We decided when we could be together. I anticipated that day; it was all I could think about.
We planned for the day when we could be together. I went to his house and Gavin asked me if I was ready. I told him I was and by the way he looked at me I knew he was ready as well. We started to kiss and touch each other and the way he touched my body was so new and so different. I had never experienced something so tender and amazing. Just by the way he touched me I felt like I would cum. He got between my legs and asked again if I was ready. I told him yes and he stared into my eyes while he entered me. He felt amazing, almost like we were made for each other.
"Does that feel good?" Gavin asked.
"Yes," I moaned. It felt fantastic. He kept the pace slow and I felt my vagina quiver. Every inch of his cock entered me and as he would take his dick almost all the way out I yearned for more. He entered me again and again, each time picking the pace up just a little more. I used my hands to touch his body, his muscular shoulders and chest felt so good under my fingers.
