There was no real relationship. All I had acheived was to lose my virginity. Not that this was a small acheivement. The desire to bond with my partner was so strong that it hurt when the feeling was not reciprocated.
So, I moved on.
I had parted with my first real girlfriend some time earlier. She had not wanted to move our relationship to a more physical level as we were both under the legal age for sex at that time.
This was no longer the case, so when she called me to say that her parents were away, I was filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
Her parents and sister were out for the evening, so after a few minutes renewing our aquaintance in the lounge, we fell to heavy petting. I loosened her belt and reached into her panties, that area that had until recently been forbidden.
Urgently, she indicated that we should head upstairs to her bedroom. As we landed on the bed, I caught sight of her porcelain skin, revealed in the orange incandescent light of her boudoir, her buttocks and thighs clean and wholesome. I immediately became very hard, and as we clumsily attemped to couple, my penis pushed into her body a good half inch to the right of the intended target. My penis remained rock hard and straight, while her soft flesh yielded in slow motion. She winced and rapidly guided the offending shaft to its intended target.
We coupled, bonded after so long. I felt that she was my soul mate; though we must have both known that our lives were set on different paths.
Thirty five years later, I stumbled across her Facebook profile, and wondered about what could have been...
So, I moved on.
I had parted with my first real girlfriend some time earlier. She had not wanted to move our relationship to a more physical level as we were both under the legal age for sex at that time.
This was no longer the case, so when she called me to say that her parents were away, I was filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
Her parents and sister were out for the evening, so after a few minutes renewing our aquaintance in the lounge, we fell to heavy petting. I loosened her belt and reached into her panties, that area that had until recently been forbidden.
Urgently, she indicated that we should head upstairs to her bedroom. As we landed on the bed, I caught sight of her porcelain skin, revealed in the orange incandescent light of her boudoir, her buttocks and thighs clean and wholesome. I immediately became very hard, and as we clumsily attemped to couple, my penis pushed into her body a good half inch to the right of the intended target. My penis remained rock hard and straight, while her soft flesh yielded in slow motion. She winced and rapidly guided the offending shaft to its intended target.
We coupled, bonded after so long. I felt that she was my soul mate; though we must have both known that our lives were set on different paths.
Thirty five years later, I stumbled across her Facebook profile, and wondered about what could have been...