My First Time/Losing My Virginity

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My First Time/Losing My VirginitySo about me, In my first story I described my first orgasm and how it defined my sexuality. I feel a brief description of my pre-sexual days is needed to understand how far I’ve come, what I had to overcome, and the path I took to become the sexual person I am now. Everyone has a story unique to themselves, this is mine.My father gave me gifts, he provided my mother with the biomaterial to help create me. He left my mother when I was six and divorced her when I was seven years old. At that time and for several years after I felt the separation and divorce was a bad thing. No, him gone was a gift. He gave me a twelve inch Sony color TV when I was about twelve. And on my thirteenth birthday, a two year subscription to Playboy (I never read the articles.) So growing up I didn’t have a male role model I was willing to accept until I was fifteen. An only c***d, I was a terribly shy, introverted k**. Reading a book, or watching TV in my room. No close friends, I lived in my imagination. After my first orgasm reading “Pleasure Bent” by Roscoe Hamlin (You can find the book on line if you’re interested.) My imagination took a different turn. From Star Wars, Star Trek and Lord of the Rings to Women and Sex. Which I did not experience until my senior class trip when I was s*******n years old. At fifteen years old I spent the summer working as an assistant swimming instructor at a Boy Scout camp. (Nothing sexual happened there; get your minds out of the gutter. 😉 I was a chubby, shy, introverted “weirdo” k**. I was always picked on and bullied in school, which teachers and schools allowed back then. I grew up a lot that summer. Living and working at the camp. I became more self-reliant, confident and physically fit. I was surrounded by men and boys my own age. I learned how to interact with my peers. I thought I could stand up for myself when I returned to school and I was beaten to a pulp. After that my mother thought I should learn how to defend myself, so from that point on I was focused on being fit and learning Karate. I joined the track team and studied martial arts in a dojo that trained some very tough men. The instructor, my Sensei, was a scary, experienced and well trained, traditional martial artist. A Vietnam Vet who had zero interest in training people to win little plastic trophies. We trained to fight. We learned how to hit and how to take a hit. tuzla escort The guys were mostly all “Biker Types” who rode Harley’s and enjoyed bar fights. They got arrested and sued a lot. I learned a great deal from them, but nothing about women.So anyway, I didn’t date much. No job, no car and no money. I was s*******n and a towering five foot six inches tall. I had a twenty nine inch waist and leg length to match. I may have weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. Mostly lean muscle and bone. I went to my high school dances. I learned how to ask girls to dance with me. Wow, that was a lot of adrenalin, the first time I asked a girl to dance. I can still feel the angst of it now, all these years later. Slow dancing was always the best, holding a young lady, and being held. One such young lady, Karen caught my eye and I caught hers. Eighteen years old, She wasn’t a pretty girl but she had an attractive shape, not over weight, about five foot four, straight dirty blond hair shoulder length and a round face and she had a firm ass. This was her most attractive feature to me at the time, her firm ass. Her breasts were small but visible. When we slow danced she was enjoying the contact as much as I was. I became very interested in seeing how far things might go, but again. No job, money or car. The dance and occasional hello’s in the halls were as intimate as we could get, until the senior class trip.We went to this island for an overnight camping trip, staying in cabins. I was standing in one such cabin, watching the history teacher school the other senior boys in the art of playing poker, when in walks Karen. She caught sight of me and maneuvered up beside me. She was wearing jeans and sneakers and a light colored, V neck short sleeve shirt. I can almost remember the smell of her perfume, I do remember her body heat as she came close to me and made physical contact, our shoulders brushing together. It was electric! I felt an adrenalin surge, my heart pounding in my chest, palms instantly sweaty. It was like squaring off for a fight, not knowing the outcome, but committed to seeing it through. I looked over at her and asked, “Would like to go for a walk?” And the answer was, yes.It was dark by then, or very nearly. We walked out into the woods. I remember noticing the sound of the leaves under our feet, the earthy smells and the warmth of her hand in mine as I led her into the woods, away tuzla escort bayan from the cabins. After a while we could still see the lights of them, but we were enshrouded by darkness and trees. I don’t remember what we said to each other but we sat down in the tall ferns and kissed. I had kissed girls before, and that’s about it. “Making out” the way most people did when young. But this was different, we wanted more. Lying back under and on top of the ferns now, Karen did not stop my hands from roaming over her body, she felt so warm in the cool night air. I worked her bra off and removed her shirt revealing small white breasts with little dark nipples. She also explored my body with her hands. She unbuttoned my shirt and started running her hands over my bare chest, then down the sides of my stomach. She reached down and started fondling my manhood through my jeans, my cock was fully erect. She then reached inside the front of my pants to get a better handle on things. I did the same, and I remember that musky warm scent all women have in sexual arousal, it was the first time I experienced that. She then helped me unbuckle and pull down my pants as I did the same with hers. It was dark, but her panties were white cotton, bright in the darkness. They slid down her smooth legs without a sound, revealing the hairy patch of dark pubic hair surrounded by white skin, stark in contrast to her tanned belly and legs. I had a condom in my wallet; I’d been carrying it since I don’t remember when. I pulled it out and slid it on. It was lubricated, but I’m pretty sure Karen didn’t need it. Kissing her mouth and then sucking on her little nipples, bringing them to life. I placed my hands on her low back, and slid them down over her bare bottom. I lifted her ass up, and slid my hard cock inside her. AHHHHH! Warm soft wetness engulfed me. For the very first time in my life! After years of masturbatory fantasy and self-exploration, this is what sex felt like! Karenwrapped her arms and legs around me as I Fucked her in the cool woods. We tried to be very quiet as to not be discovered. If anyone was caught doing something “Inappropriate” we were told they would not be allowed to attend graduation. (One couple did get caught by the end of the trip.) So we restrained ourselves, breathing heavy and hard, whispery moans occasionally escaping our lips. Kissing her neck and nibbling her ear, pausing to escort tuzla lick, nibble and suck her perky little tits and nipples. After a time, I Lifted her knees over my fore arms and elbows so I could penetrate her deeper as I fucked away. I finally lifted her firm young ass off the ground, driving in and out of her until I felt that familiar quake in my loins that announced the coming orgasm. I tried to keep it away as long as I could, but it was no use. I exploded inside the condom, inside of her very wonderful pussy. I’d like to say it went on for hours, but it didn’t. I honestly have no idea how long the sex lasted, but it was over too soon. To this very day, usually no matter how long the sex is, for me, it’s over too soon.We laid there for a few minutes then pulled our clothes on and brushed of the leaves. I buried the condom and it’s wrapper in the soft earth and leaves, then we walked back to the cabins like nothing happened. A quick kiss good night and that was it. I was no longer a virgin. It was obvious Karen hadn’t been for some time. And for that, I am forever grateful. We met once again after and had sex in the living room of my parents’ home, when they were out of course. We tried doggy style and her on top. Positions I had seen in magazines or read about in books, some of them felt great, others were uncomfortable. I remember we had rug burns on our knees. I had never actually seen sex performed. I had never seen an adult video and this was way before the internet. I knew very little about how to really pleasure a woman. I had so much to learn. I never told Karen she was my first. I wish I had, but my s*******n year old male ego wouldn’t allow it. I imagined her responding with “Yea, I could tell.” And that wasn’t acceptable to me. Today I imagine if she had known, she would have been much more educational and enthusiastic in our love making, wanting it to be special and memorable for me. Pride is a bitch. We went our separate ways after that. It wasn’t like we were dating. We had “Hooked up” as people say. We were out of high school by then and looking at the rest of our lives. We both didn’t see staying together making much sense. And I knew my performance as a lover needed development. Like the martial arts, I needed more experience and training. More stories about that, to cum.Regards, HeatseekerxxxPS, I wrote this and re-wrote it several times because every time I re-read it I remembered some detail or other. I recommend everyone do this. The first time is important. And writing this evoked memories and feelings that I haven’t had for a very long time. I hope you enjoyed it.

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