Rites of passage are funny things; by definition, almost everyone has them.
And they're trivial - your first relationship, your first breakup, the first time you take a bold fashion risk which really doesn't pay off. But they're yours, and as such they feel unique. Like you're feeling something that's never been felt before, discovering a part of life hitherto uncharted. Entering a bold new world, similar to but fundamentally different from the one you lived in before.
That's how it feels to receive your first blowjob.
And so it is Andi Ingram occupies a unique part of my memory from which she'll never be usurped.
She was cute - mixed-race Latina, with big brown eyes, straight jet-black hair, and full lips which emphasised her huge smile. Curvy, with full breasts she didn't show off but didn't need to. She seemed nice, but we'd never really bonded - the first night we met, she'd hooked up with Danny and our interactions since then had been confined to brief conversations at parties, and certainly nothing flirtatious.
Andi and I found ourselves deep in conversation sharing what common sense dictated ought to be the last joint of the nigh. She and Danny were formally over and rather than mope, she was taking the opportunity to enjoy the party rather than being Danny's shadow.
And she was hilarious! I was almost annoyed that she'd spent a year letting Danny - a good guy, but not the most interesting person in any room containing at least one other human - take the spotlight. As conversations and parties do, things reached their conclusion and we moved on, talking to other people, slowly watching the party fizzle out.
Despite being a large house, Danny's place only had two bedrooms - both occupied -so the living room and kitchen had become human obstacle courses. I was far too high to drive so I headed out to grab my sleeping bag. When I returned, the party was officially over - I was the only vertical person in the house. I stood in the living room, looking for something - anything - to fall asleep on, when I heard a whisper.
"Over here! I found pillows!" It was Andi. "Well, pillow. But we can share."
There must have been eight other people in the room but she'd managed to make a space that I could fit into - albeit snugly. I slipped into my sleeping bag and did the awkward dance of trying to get undressed in what is essentially a polyester coffin. Andi laughed. She looked cute in an oversize tee and pyjama hot pants.
"Here," she said, unzipping the sleeping bag so I could take off my jeans. "Don't make life difficult for yourself. Besides - I don't have a sheet so if you want some pillow, you're going to have to trade." She opened out the sleeping bag and turned it into a makeshift sheet, then pulled it over us both. We put our heads back on the pillow, and immediately realised it wasn't big enough for two people. I jokingly pulled it away from her, she grabbed it back and hit me with it, and the next thing I know we were tickling each other.
Stifling giggles and play-wrestling, Andi's body close to mine, her breasts pressing into my arm as her hands liberally attacked my torso, the inevitable happened and my cock started to harden. She pretended not to notice - for a minute - and continued to tickle me. As I started to roll my hips away, though, she started to 'tickle' my erect dick, running her fingers up and down the shaft, through my boxers.
