They say you never forget your first...
...and Lord knows I've tried.
Alright, the experience wasn't as harrowing as I'm making it out to be, but there was definite... faults in the relation of girl 1 and myself that really hampered the experiences.
I was 15 when I met her. The second girl I had met and started dating at the job I currently held (this time a grocery store.) 1 was an odd girl to say the least.
I never initially found too much attraction in her. She was an italian girl, with short curly black hair, tall, and nicely proportioned. (From what little I recall about her Her face looked almost of Latin decent, but wasn't the prettiest. Still, she was another girl giving me attention, and I'm not one to pass that up.
I remember very little about how we started dating, and even less about how I ended up pushing the issue of sex upon her. I DO remember the first sexual experience I had with her that got the ball rolling, so to speak.
In keeping with my major nerd tradition, I was playing Mario Kart 64 when I got the urge to start fooling around with her. She was still very timid, but something drove me to get things moving along... It was probably my breast fetish. From what I remember she was rather busty. She was the kind of girl who had large breasts and didn't really know it. She often covered her chest and the bras she wore were too tight. When I pulled her shirt over her breasts, they were spilling out a bit over the top of the cups. Luckily she had a bra that was very easy to remove, and had only a simple clip between the cups.
Her breasts were amazing. Very round and firm. Dark nipples with large areolas, that stiffened when I sucked on them. Perfect C's.
A few minutes later when I had my fill, she seemed nervous, but interested. Days later we tried more and more until it was time for her to see what I had.
We were in her room, when I finally showed her. She seemed hesitant to look at it at first. Finally as I removed my pants she look down and shouted, "Oh my god, it's huge!" before thrusting her hands into her face in shock and embarrassment.
I myself was bit shocked from that reaction, and it took her a while before she started giving me handjobs and eventually blowjobs. (Which were teeth filled, occasionally painful and overly short.)
Our first time was very... brief. We had been dry humping for a while, and I finally convinced her to let me try it. She didn't make things easy, as she left her pants halfway down her legs, and she would only pull her panties to the side. I got in maybe one or two very short thrusts before she had me stop.
The second time went a bit longer. I had a condom on this time, and I was able to get most of it in. If I was as "huge" as she said I was I also wanted to make sure she was comfortable. I asked her to tell me to stop if it hurt her at all. For a few thrusts she seemed to be wincing. Then she started to cry.
I immediately stopped and asked her why she didn't ask me to stop, and she said she didn't want to upset me. Too late for that, really.
A third time with her finally got into the swing of things, she ended the session with the baffling comment "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life." Well, no shit. I'm the only sex she'd had. I could have bruised her ribs and set her hair on fire that statement wouldn't have been any less true.
For the most part, sex with her was really repetitive and she found so many ways to make it not enjoyable. The best examples I could give was her insistence on playing the same damned Celine Dion DC, and the annoying fact that she kept saying "I love you" while we were fucking, and expecting me to answer EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I'm not talking about a few "I Love yous" here and there, I'm talking about one every other thrust. One time I didn't reply with "I love you" she repeated it about three more times, and then started violently shaking me until I said it.
It was there that I decided on my "Sex =/= Love" policy and vowed to keep the two things seperate in my mind. It's something I keep to this day... it causes me issue here and there, but if people would embrace this philosophy they'd be all the happier for it. I also swore off virgin girls at that point as I definitely wasn't "built" for them. I digress.
The most exotic we got (from all the porn I'd watched) was my tit-fucking her. That was probably the best part of having to put up with her shit.
She was painfully immature for her age, and it lead to our eventual breakup. It didn't help that my parent/stepparent were trying their damnedest to break us apart, but I think I could see what they were trying to do. The breakup was painful as she didn't want to let me go. I still remember leaving her room as she loudly cried into her pillow. Still a painful memory for me, as I don't really want to hurt people...as often as I seem to do.
Wow, way to end on a downnote, me. I'll fix this.... hmm...
Her armpits were kinda hairy.
TO BE CONTINUED with a side story relationship, and girl number 2.
...and Lord knows I've tried.
Alright, the experience wasn't as harrowing as I'm making it out to be, but there was definite... faults in the relation of girl 1 and myself that really hampered the experiences.
I was 15 when I met her. The second girl I had met and started dating at the job I currently held (this time a grocery store.) 1 was an odd girl to say the least.
I never initially found too much attraction in her. She was an italian girl, with short curly black hair, tall, and nicely proportioned. (From what little I recall about her Her face looked almost of Latin decent, but wasn't the prettiest. Still, she was another girl giving me attention, and I'm not one to pass that up.
I remember very little about how we started dating, and even less about how I ended up pushing the issue of sex upon her. I DO remember the first sexual experience I had with her that got the ball rolling, so to speak.
In keeping with my major nerd tradition, I was playing Mario Kart 64 when I got the urge to start fooling around with her. She was still very timid, but something drove me to get things moving along... It was probably my breast fetish. From what I remember she was rather busty. She was the kind of girl who had large breasts and didn't really know it. She often covered her chest and the bras she wore were too tight. When I pulled her shirt over her breasts, they were spilling out a bit over the top of the cups. Luckily she had a bra that was very easy to remove, and had only a simple clip between the cups.
Her breasts were amazing. Very round and firm. Dark nipples with large areolas, that stiffened when I sucked on them. Perfect C's.
A few minutes later when I had my fill, she seemed nervous, but interested. Days later we tried more and more until it was time for her to see what I had.
We were in her room, when I finally showed her. She seemed hesitant to look at it at first. Finally as I removed my pants she look down and shouted, "Oh my god, it's huge!" before thrusting her hands into her face in shock and embarrassment.
I myself was bit shocked from that reaction, and it took her a while before she started giving me handjobs and eventually blowjobs. (Which were teeth filled, occasionally painful and overly short.)
Our first time was very... brief. We had been dry humping for a while, and I finally convinced her to let me try it. She didn't make things easy, as she left her pants halfway down her legs, and she would only pull her panties to the side. I got in maybe one or two very short thrusts before she had me stop.
The second time went a bit longer. I had a condom on this time, and I was able to get most of it in. If I was as "huge" as she said I was I also wanted to make sure she was comfortable. I asked her to tell me to stop if it hurt her at all. For a few thrusts she seemed to be wincing. Then she started to cry.
I immediately stopped and asked her why she didn't ask me to stop, and she said she didn't want to upset me. Too late for that, really.
A third time with her finally got into the swing of things, she ended the session with the baffling comment "That was the best sex I've ever had in my life." Well, no shit. I'm the only sex she'd had. I could have bruised her ribs and set her hair on fire that statement wouldn't have been any less true.
For the most part, sex with her was really repetitive and she found so many ways to make it not enjoyable. The best examples I could give was her insistence on playing the same damned Celine Dion DC, and the annoying fact that she kept saying "I love you" while we were fucking, and expecting me to answer EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I'm not talking about a few "I Love yous" here and there, I'm talking about one every other thrust. One time I didn't reply with "I love you" she repeated it about three more times, and then started violently shaking me until I said it.
It was there that I decided on my "Sex =/= Love" policy and vowed to keep the two things seperate in my mind. It's something I keep to this day... it causes me issue here and there, but if people would embrace this philosophy they'd be all the happier for it. I also swore off virgin girls at that point as I definitely wasn't "built" for them. I digress.
The most exotic we got (from all the porn I'd watched) was my tit-fucking her. That was probably the best part of having to put up with her shit.
She was painfully immature for her age, and it lead to our eventual breakup. It didn't help that my parent/stepparent were trying their damnedest to break us apart, but I think I could see what they were trying to do. The breakup was painful as she didn't want to let me go. I still remember leaving her room as she loudly cried into her pillow. Still a painful memory for me, as I don't really want to hurt people...as often as I seem to do.
Wow, way to end on a downnote, me. I'll fix this.... hmm...
Her armpits were kinda hairy.
TO BE CONTINUED with a side story relationship, and girl number 2.