There is nothing more thrilling and dramatic than your first time. The fact that you don’t know anything about sex makes you oblivious. And the fact that you are doing something so pleasing that you have never done before makes you adventurous.
My first time kinda freaked me out when he inserted his penis inside of my vagina. But I kept quiet and gritted my teeth because it also kinda felt good.
We are in eighth grade, and I supposed he just got his first emission months ago. I didn’t really know how to kiss and all those stuff, but Ryan taught me all of it. So, if not for his cute face and sweet nature, I stayed in a relationship with him for physical pleasures only. Little did I know that I would get addicted to it. And soon did I.
It was a quiet evening. I was on my way to return home from private tutoring. On the way, my phone buzzed. I was only 2 km away from his house, and I guess I knew who hit my phone up.
Ryan Willey, my first high school boyfriend. I didn’t make it official because my parents are against me having a relationship at this age. But we hang out all the time after school, after our private classes, etc., etc. We don’t go to the same school together, but he comes to see me every day, and when one of us is absent, we will visit each other’s places to make it up.
I read the text, I have your notebook. When are you picking it up?
I replied I’ll be there in 15 minutes. I knocked on his door, and he opened it immediately. The smile on his face upon seeing me there makes me wanna ask,
What are you excited about?
Instead, I smiled back and asked him for my notebook, which he needed to copy my homework. He was holding it close to his chest with his arms wrapped around it. When I tried to yank it from him, he seemed unwilling to give it back.
I gave him a nervous laugh and he too smiled coyly.
“What happened?”- I asked.
“Stay for a bit? They are not home.”
***He took me inside his house and we sat there holding hands.
“Did you miss me in class today?”- he asked with a voice barely above a whisper. I instantly knew where he was going to take this conversation, and the way he looked at my eyes while licking his lips confirmed my assumption.
“I missed you so bad.”- I don’t really know how to do dirty talk, so this sentence was based on pure sexual tension. He grabbed my hand tightly and leaned in to kiss me.
Two soft pink lips met my red thin ones, passionately teasing each other with tongues and saliva. Soon the air in the room became hot, and we started to bathe in our perspiration. He moved his hands to my back and pushed me against his warm chest.
He was wearing a white cotton shirt and underneath that is the place where I find comfort. Of course, I like him even though he is a hopeless romantic. I liked bad boys, for sure, but I liked him more.
For a teenage boy of my age, he is incredibly knowledgeable regarding sex. I am 12 and didn’t know anything about it, but Ryan, on the other hand, knew almost everything about it. But he was also a virgin when I had my first sexual encounter. Though we never talked about it until that night, we both knew we were attracted to each other.
Hell, we didn’t even talk much that night. We only did what we felt like doing, and all of it felt so good.
My body felt completely surrendered to his boyish frame, and I naturally started to touch him all over. Soon, his slow and gentle smooches became hungry and passionate, and this time not only on lips, but he kissed my neck as well and my collarbone, using his teeth and tongue in between.
Everywhere he touched, I felt my skin burning with fire and maybe that’s what they call sexual desire.
“Ahh..”- I moaned a little when he touched my back under the shirt while kissing my lips with soft smooching sounds.
“Is this okay?”- he asked softly.
“Yes.”- I nodded.
“Okay.”- he continued to kiss me first on the lips and then everywhere else you can think about.
I am only used to watch this kind of kissing thing in the movies, of course, in my parents’ absence. But this time, instead of watching, I started doing them. And that’s where I realized that I’ve grown up.
He traced my neck with his lips, and it felt heavenly good on my skin. My body naturally responded to his kiss. I touched and stroked his hair, which he seemed to enjoy as well. Ryan moved his hands up and down on my back in a smooth slow motion while continuing kissing softly on my skin.
He bit me playfully in between his kisses, and I realized I liked that even more. But I was too shy to say anything, so I held his head with my one hand, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to do with me because of everything he was doing, leaving me wanting more.
I exhaled heavily as he moved his hands on my legs and touched me under my skirt.
“Can I touch you more?”- He asked nervously, and I said yes without meeting his eyes.
He grabbed my boob over my shirt and squeezed it a bit. I haven’t grown much as I’m only 12 and just started to have periods several months ago. I bit my lip as his finger met my nipple, and he teased it as hard as he could.
Seeing me biting my lips to keep my moans inside, he put his mouth against mine and began to search for something hungrily. Meanwhile, his hands were playing with my buttons and unbuttoned them one by one. He looked me in the eye to search for my approval, which he found clearly written on my face.
In a second, he removed my shirt, and if it weren’t in the heat of the moment, I would cover my face with my hand.
He held my boobs with his hands and fondled them gently. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips on my nipple while his fingers rubbed my other teat softly. Ryan licked me there with the tip of his tongue and enjoyed the view of my hard nipples dancing to his rhythm.
“Mmm..”- I moaned with pleasure and held his head tightly against my boobs, seeing him putting it in his mouth and groping it like he truly wants to eat it. I felt my pussy vibrating. He created an unknown disturbance down there without even touching it. I wish he kissed it and end the chaos because my vulva was aching for his touch, and it needed him more than any other part of my body. Fluid came out inside of me, and I didn’t know what it was. Shortly, it soaked my panty.
“Ahhh…mmmm.Ryan.”- I whined to all those unusual feeling I was feeling inside. I didn’t know before that kissing is supposed to feel this good.
“Are you okay?”- he asked, somewhat concerned, and I was assuming he misread the signal. I was actually telling him to carry on.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just keep doing that.”- I said impatiently.
He laid me on his couch and positioned himself between my legs. I was completely topless, and my short skirt raised on my waist level, revealing my red panty and bare legs. If his actions did not so hypnotize me, I would cover myself and run. But the situation was already out of control. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt so good, and one thing for sure, I did not want this to end.
Instead, I watched him removing his own shirt and touching me afterward. His hands moved up and down against the length of my body and stopping only to touch my hard nipples with his fingers. He rubbed them, tapped them, pinched them, and stroked them gently. He played with them in every way imaginable. He did that a lot as if my boobs have become his prized possession.
All this time, I kept my eyes shut and let him do whatever he was doing with my body. The only way I was responding to him is by touching him here and there and making whatever noises came to my mouth.
Even his touch makes me want to touch myself. So, when he leaves my boobs to trace his finger around my navel, I touch my boobs to keep the pleasure intact.
He kissed me on my belly button and everywhere around the stomach and took his hand down there.
“Can I touch you there, Lily?”- He eagerly asked in a soft whisper.
He laid on top of me and placed his fingers on my panty. His touch sent a thriller all over my body, and I shivered to the contact of his fingers on my labia. He paced his fingers up and down to rub me and momentarily stopping to circle my clit. It felt so good that I cannot describe it with words, but he took me to a whole different level of pleasure from where I could not bring myself in until I go all the way up.
The wetness between my legs grew, and I felt it soaked the hair down there. He kissed me more hungrily and passionately while continued to finger me like that.
Forthwith, he decided to take this forward.
“Can I put myself in?”- he asked. I honestly didn’t know what he was implying, but I permitted him, believing him that whatever he did so far was really good so that the next step will be good too.
I was wrong.
He removed both of our underwear and gradually entered into me. It hurt a lot, and the way he gritted his teeth while doing so made me feel it hurt him too. But I didn’t say anything, neither did I stop him because that pain was also containing comfort. Though it was not as good as his fingers on my labia, the feeling was good.
The pain was raw and merciless, and on the contrary, the joy was nothing but a kiss on a new wound. But I don’t know what to tell you. I seemed to find enjoyment in that pain. The way he shoved himself in and out inside my pussy, made me more aroused.
“Do you like it?”- Ryan asked again and I replied, “yeah.”
The pleasure was in level 99 on his end and he let out small groans from his mouth while pushing himself back and forth, kept asking the same question again and again.
“Do you like it, Lily?” And my answer was the same every time, “yeah, keep doing it feels so good.”
His dick felt like a strange object inside of my vagina, yet the way my pussy and his cock hugged each other, it felt as though they knew each other for a long time. My wetness made it easier for him to insert and extract his dick out in a smooth and slow motion. I noticed his pace was good, and he was also gentle in the process.
But the moment did not last long, and in a minute, I felt himself collapsing against me after two or three hard strokes.
I wish it didn’t end like that, and I wish we could start over. But it was already past 9 p.m., and I had to return to my home.
However, for the first time, it wasn’t that bad.