I was a very late bloomer. I was barely 130lbs until my senior year and could not put on weight to save my life. I was under 5'10 for most of my high school life and didn't hit that height until my senior year. In fact I went from 5'7 to 5'10 basically during the spring of my junior year of high school.
This reality kind of kept me shy. I mean, what would a girl want with a 5'7 120lb kid, when there were so many "men" at the school?
I had finally stumbled into a girlfriend my senior year. Really, she pursued me. Like most of the women in my life now that I think about it. But Kay is a story for another day. This is a story about my first time.
It was 1999 and the internet was new, and fresh, and full or horny, lonely people. It felt safe to put out personal ads, trying to find someone. Expanding your world of opportunity in one simple step.
I got lucky. Well, not that kind of getting lucky, at least not yet. After only a couple of days of having a personal ad up there, I got hit. Her name was Samantha and she was attending university about 4 hours away from me. We started having daily chats, which eventually turned into daily phone calls, and finally a reveal of ourselves. Well not like nude pics, but our senior photos from high school. We chatted all year, phone, IM, e-mail. I was slowly building feelings for her and her for me.
We met during winter break. She came by my place with her friend, and seeing her, in person, my heart never felt so high. It was immediate attraction. She was only 5'2, but her eyes, were pools of blue. Her hair, this beautiful mess of blonde highlighted curls. Samantha was a dream, a cute adorable dream. I took her and her friend out to eat, and seeing her remove her winter coat, showing off a fully stuffed sweater. The way here breasts lifted and heaved as she talked. To this day I have not seen a better chest on a woman. By the end of dinner, I knew I was in love with her.
As we walked back to the car, I knew I had to make a move. I reached out for her hand, holding it gently in mine. I spun her toward me just as we got to the car. Planting a simple sweet kiss on her lips. Her sweetness was apparent. My peck fell into a full on lover's kiss. Our tongues touching, electricity flowed through my body. Honestly, married to a different woman today, I have never felt that same energy and excitement in a kiss.
The rest of the night was a blur. Driving and picking up my friend, going to a local university bar to dance, every time we drove anywhere Samantha and I were holding hands.
At the bar, as Samantha and I danced, I had an opportunity to fully view everything that Samantha had to offer. My eyes watched as she turned and shook her hips, grinding her round booty into me. Her waist and hips belied a perfectly flat stomach that ended in the massive mountains of her chest. We would hold each other close as slow songs came on and I would get swept up in the sweet berry scent of Samantha's hair.
The evening came to a close and her friend dropped me off. Samantha walked me to my door and I invited here inside. There we decided to say goodnight to each other.
My lips pressed into hers, our tongues swirled together. Electricity and heat flowing between us, I found my hand sliding up her sweater to feel her full firm breasts, each more than two handfuls big. I felt her hand on my crotch as I told her how beautiful she was.
Soon I had her sweater up over her beautiful bra, pulling down the cup to expose her nipple and sucking on her massive breast. Her hands in my hair, moaning, saying yes and calling me cutie. My right hand found its way into her tight jeans, feeling her mound through her lacey underwear. Her wetness had soaked through completely. I found a way to slide my fingers into her damp lacey panties and began to rub her. Her mouth ground into my mine, moaning into me as my fingers worked her full pussy lips, finding her clit and strumming her closer and closer to a climax.
Her body tensed as she came on my fingers. Our lips never leaving each other. I kneeled and pulled her panties down as far as I could. Her jeans tight, and her round ass planted firmly against my car. My tongue snaked its way between her perfect lips, her light pubes tickling my nose, as I found a way to lap her wetness and soon her clit. Samantha pulled me to my feet "I want you to keep going, but my friend is probably wondering what happened to me" she said. I helped her compose herself, and kissed her lips again, walking her to the door. Hugging her tightly and kissing her again, I finally said goodnight.
As I watched her perfect ass walk its way to her friend's car, I couldn't help but think about how much I was in love with this pretty little girl.
I closed the door, sighed and sniffed my fingers. Her beautiful scent still on my hand.
But this was not my first time. I, like the lonely virgin that I was, went to my room and stroked myself to completion. Taking time to enjoy Samantha scent on my hand. Dreaming of the day that I would finally get to be a man.
Samantha and I met again the next night. We went bowling, and laughed and had fun. Our goodnight was just as passionate as the previous night. Dipping my fingers into her tight little honeypot. Her hand stroking me through my pants. I wanted nothing more than to be with her, for this cute, sexy girl to take my virginity. But it was not to be that evening.
It was never to be any evening, actually. I helped her babysit on New Year's Eve. Another wonderful night with this 19 year old beauty. However, Mother Nature was not on our side that evening. I did spend that New Year's Eve fighting the urge to cum. We played, and we played hard. I explored her massive breasts, as she played with my cock. But, if I could not get her off, I wasn't going to let myself get off. It only seemed fair.
After that night, nothing physical happened again for us. Oh, I loved Samantha. But time just was not on our side nor distance for that matter.
