My first time

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

One day after school me and my best friends boyfriend at the time went over to my house. he had been keeping his phone there because phones aren't permitted in school and my house s near the school. me expecting him to just take his phone and leave my room was mess so went inside got his phone and handed it to him .

His response was "what's the hurry" i said nothing do to wanna come in and watch tv or something without a word hi came in and set on my very messy bed . After about 10 minutes of awkward silence he said "let me show you a few wrestling moves" i said ok and before i knew it he was on top of me he said "if it hurts just tell me and i'll stop" for some reason i didn't want him to stop at all.

in a couple of seconds wrestling turned into touching and then it happened he looked at me and said "fuck this: and kissed me. after that we where full on making out i took his shirt off he took off mine and i was very confused but i didn't say anything i wanted it to last . he placed his hand on the outside of my pants and began to gently rub my dick.


At this moment i had no idea what to think or say. so i just didn't say anything then he said breathing heavily "feels good ?" i didn't respond he pulled off my pants and underwear and his aswell and began kissing me while stroking his dick. it grew very large and i was suprised at what happend next he pulled a condom from his jeans pocket and put it on at this time i didn't have breath to say stop or wait .

before i knew it he was inside me i stayed surprisingly quit he said "you like it" i didn't respond . he was thrusting very hard at this moment it felt good and then my phone rang with the special ringtone i had for my dad.

I jumped up and answered the phone my dad said "i need you to help me with these groceries come downstairs" i said ok and then the party was over we dressed each other and before i knew it he was gone .

we didn't really speak much after that but he'll always be my first!

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