My first time

I have never been a muscular guy, as a matter of fact it's always been a struggle for me to put on muscles and god knows I'm exercising a lot. In high school I was that thin long figure people would notice from across the school yard, noticeably taller than the average student and desperately slender. My body has always been firm though, just not beefy. I had abs and aa very firm round and tiny ass but it didn't make me look staggering at all. The only things that were impressive were my shadow and my dick, the latter remaining largely unknown to the rest of the world.
In all humility I think I was good looking, though and I still am. Other guys likes me in high school because I was the one you wanted to team up with when playing virtually any sport. These long ass legs worked wonders in both basketball and soccer. Yet, I was far from being the school's heartthrob, girls did not really pay attention to me or so I thought. Maybe I wasn't really trying or maybe I was too blind and probably too shy so see that some of them liked me. I was not the type to ask a girl out, definitely not and I therefore did not spend my life surrounded by them.

In hindsight, I think I needed a different kind of girl to unclog my brain and this is exactly what happened to me.
Her name was Clara. At first I thought she had insisted to team up with me on a History project just because I had good grades. History was definitely my forte, I was the best student in the class and probably the best one in the whole grade when it came to History. Hell, I ended up taking it as a major in college ! She wasn't dumb either, as a matter of fact she was a pretty good fit for me. People have in mind all sorts of clichés about the looks of a History nerd but that was not my case and definitely not hers. Except maybe if you though that a history nerd looks like a Victoria Secret model. I'm barely exaggerating, she was hot as fish grease. She was that girl everyone stared at every morning to see what she was wearing, a unique sense of style and, to be honest, a whole lot of money and boobs. Looking at her, you'd be incapable of figuring out her ethnicity. Maybe Latina, maybe Middle Eastern, maybe light skin Indian...Through talking to her I actually learned she was black, white and Vietnamese. Her mom was half black and half white and her dad was half white and half Vietnamese. The result of that mixture was breathtaking : long silky hair and green almond shaped eyes on tanned skin the color of caramel.
I agreed work with her first because it was an unexpected opportunity to spend some time one on one with a girl, especially as hot as she was and also because I knew that we would finish that project very quickly together. I was right about spending time with her but I was dead wrong about the alleged quickness of that task. She was a perfectionist to a point I started to think she was doing it on purpose. She always came up with those ideas to make the whole thing look even better, even bigger. We were already on our way to get 18/20, maybe even 20/20 but she seemed to be aiming at 30/20 (which is of course impossible to get in a French school, it doesn't even exist). Her dad was a museum curator and boy oh boy she knew all about History and Art. We actually spent more time talking and debating about the subject (oftentimes digressing to other subjects) than actually moving forward in our work. And she loved building replicas and drawing pictures, that high school project was going to become a full exhibition.

I spent a full afternoon at her house one Saturday and then she spent a full afternoon at mine one week later. Still, the project wasn't finished but we were running out of time. So I offered her to stay for dinner so we could spend the whole evening finishing that thing. She agreed immediately. Maybe that was what she had wanted to hear the whole time. We had dinner with my family and went back upstairs to finish what we were doing. It took a whole four hours and soon midnight came. Finally, we managed to write the final period of that university-level essay around one o'clock as the wind started to seriously blow outside. It was the beginning of summer and a big thunderstorm was approaching. She had walked on her way to my house but she obviously couldn't get back to her house the same way. We tried to go outside and see if it was that bad but only a few steps on the street managed to get us drenched. It was hopeless.

Inside the house everyone was sleeping.

"Do you mind if I sleep over tonight?"

Of course I didn't but our spare room was occupied at the time.

" That's okay, we can sleep together in your bed."

Being as tall as I am I did had to have a very big bed. She wrote a message to her parents and we decided to get rid of our wet clothes and go to sleep. I lent her one of my t shirt that might as well be a dress for her and I slept in my underwear.

"Don't look back, I'm naked !"

She was at the other side of the bedroom, right behind me, getting rid of her wet clothes and slipping into my t-shirt. I had my own bathroom, she could have used it instead of creating that awkward yet enticing situation. I did not know if she was also turning her back on me but I did not have to get fully naked so I just took off my clothes and kept my boxer briefs. I can swear I felt her gaze on my back and ass but maybe it was only my imagination.
We she finally gave me the green light, I headed towards the bed. I saw her pants drying up on the back of a chair. Her shirt was also drying up nearby as well as ... her black lace matching underwear. She was fully naked under my t-shirt. She was also looking at me with aw while trying to finish up a sentence :

" On which side of the bed do you..."

More precisely, she was looking at my crotch. I could see in the mirror in front of me that my boxer briefs were white. Most of my underwear is white. They were also wet. You could make out the shape of glans and the protuberance of my dick piercing very easily. She kept stuttering :

" ... do you ... do you ... do you.."

Until I finished up her sentence : " ... do I wanna sleep?"

"Yes ! Exactly!"

She slept on close to the wall and I slept close to the door. We turned off the lights.

"I bet I'm the first girl to ever sleep in this bed !"

I was taken aback.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

She tried backpedaling:

" There is no girl in this household, right ?"
" Yeah, right. And I bet I'm not the first guy you're spending the night with."
" What is that supposed to mean?"
" Well, you're in a relationship with Marc, right?"
" Not anymore."
" Since when?"
" Since two days ago."
" And did you guys ..."
" Did we guys what ? Have sex ? It's not very polite to ask this type of questions, especially when you know damn well we did, because he most certainly told you and the other guys in the team, am I right ? "
" You're right, sorry..."
"That's okay. I forgot to plug my phone. Can you do it for me please?
"

I turned the light back on, got out of bed and turned towards her as she handed me the phone. She looked at my groin again.

"The cord is in my purse."

She did not realize I saw her looking at my ass as I was bending over to get the cord. I plugged the phone and walked back towards the bed. She was still looking at it, trying to be as discrete as possible but failing at every attempt. I turned back and headed towards a cupboard. I opened a drawer and looked for a pair of pitch black underwear. Her gazes did not make me uncomfortable, I just wanted to send out a message. I was facing the cupboard, back towards her. I took off my underwear, at this point there was no doubt she was looking at my ass. I slightly opened my legs as I put on the black pair of boxer briefs so that she could catch a glimpse of my dick and balls hanging in between my thighs. I put on the black briefs and headed back to the bed. I was standing in front of her, ready to turn the lights back off when she said :

"I preferred the white ones." She said in a cocky voice.

"That's why you were looking at my dick the whole time. That's not very polite either !"

" It's just that it's soooo big ! It's even bigger than I thought !"

"Than you thought ?"

"The guys mentioned it... I heard Marc once say that yours soft is his hard. I guess he was right."

" The I guess there's no point in me wearing underwear anymore, right ?"


In a bold move, I decided to take of the last remaining piece of garment I was wearing. I was no standing in front of her, fully naked, in the light of the bedside lamp and she said :

" God, you're gorgeous!"



To be continued.

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