0 comments/ 55571 views/ 3 favorites My First Orgasm By: willowjill Although I'm now 40 years old, I can still remember my first sexual experience. I grew up in a strict religious home where sex was considered to be acceptable only if you were married. It was not really discussed. Of course, since an adolescent girl is not supposed to be getting married, she really should not be thinking about sex. I spent my high school years studying hard and getting into college. After high school, I went to a religious college and continued following the strict teachings my parents had taught me. During my junior year (I was 19 at the time), I started dating a guy who was as inexperienced as I was. We went out for a long time before we even kissed. Eventually we started to make out with our clothes on. One Sunday after church we went back to my dorm room (my roommate was gone for the weekend) and started to make out. I was on my back on the bed. (I was still wearing my dress from church and he still had his slacks and shirt on.) He lay on top of me as we kissed and hugged each other. I could tell that he was excited because I could feel his erection through my thin skirt. I started to feel real mushy "down there". His erect penis was pushing on my crotch while we kissed. I began to feel somewhat emotional, like a needy urgent feeling. I kissed back and stuck my tongue in his mouth. I could feel him grinding into me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked hard on it. He pushed his tongue in and out in rhythm to his hip movements. Each time he slid his tongue into my mouth, I sucked it hard. It was like we were having intercourse with our mouths. I liked the feeling of our crotches grinding together. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed while he wiggled his bulge against my crotch. I was breathing hard. I felt like crying. While I sucked as hard as I could on his tongue, I all of a sudden felt my body start to shake. I buried my head on his shoulder and sobbed as waves of emotion and sexual tension spasmed through my body. I heard him groan as he exhaled deeply. A few minutes later he got up to go to work. I noticed a large wet spot on the front of his slacks like he had urinated. I knew then that we had both orgasmed together, not once touching skin on skin. A few days later I wondered if I could make myself feel that way. I got a bottle of shampoo from the bathroom and held it over my panties against my crotch. I reclined on my back and spread my legs with my feet flat on the bed. I pushed up with my crotch and through my panties rubbed my clit into the bottle. I gyrated back and forth until I felt myself start to cum. I thought about the day with my boyfriend and the orgasm happened again. A few weeks after my first orgasm, my boyfriend and I were at his apartment. I still was not ready to have sex or for him to see me naked. We once again started making out fully clothed. This time my boyfriend was lying on his back and I was on top. I was wearing a pleated skirt that came down to just above my knees and a pair of white cotton panties. I turned around and squatted over my boyfriend's head facing toward his feet. My skirt covered his face. I put my weight on my knees and started to undo his jeans while I rubbed against his chin like I had the shampoo bottle. My hands were shaking. I had never seen or touched a penis before. I fumbled with his zipper and put my left hand down his pants once I got the jeans open. By this time he was blowing through my panties directing warm air onto my pussy. I pulled out his penis and lightly blew air on it. I was still too nervous to put my mouth on it. I put my fingers gently around and felt it twitch or pulse as it seemed to get even more erect. I wrapped my fingers around and began to slowly stroke up and down. He started to move his hips in response. I also started grinding my crotch into his face. I could feel his tongue pushing up through my now wet panties into my pussy. My clit was rubbing against his chin. I couldn't seem to move my hips fast enough. I was frantic. I know I was gripping his cock with one hand and the bedspread with the other. I felt myself start to cum and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could squeezing his head between my thighs. I know I must have been squeezing his cock hard too because as I relaxed my grip when I came I felt him spurt really hard. I heard his semen hit the ceiling. He must have cum for five or six good spurts. Ever since that day, I have fantasized about me humping his face with his cock in my hand. This image always puts me over the edge. If I ever get impatient having an orgasm, I can always make myself cum while remembering my first introduction to sex. My First Orgasm I had my first orgasm when I was 18 years old. Bit of a late learner I guess. I was sitting on my Mother's bed one afternoon a few years ago, watching TV. She was folding laundry and I was supposed to be helping but instead I had turned on her television and sat on her bed watching some teen-trash show. I remember that my little brother, who was probably about 3 years old, was playing on the carpet whilst my mum was folding towels and putting them in a closet. My brother was just pottering around, fiddling with bits and bobs on my Mum and Stepdad's dresser. I wasn't really paying attention or listening to either of them, my eyes were on the TV. Suddenly I heard my Mum scold my little brother, "You can't have that!" She said. I saw her snatch what looked like a colourful comic book of out his hands. Her face was a hot pink and she looked very flustered. "What's that?" I asked, interested in her reaction. "It's nothing," She replied, looking embarrassed. She opened her closet and quickly stuffed the tatty magazine inside. For the rest of the day, I could think of nothing except my Mother's reaction to whatever my little brother had found. I was so curious, and I was determined to know what she had hidden in her closet. Later that evening, we were eating dinner at the table. I finished my food quickly, and excused myself under the pretence of having lots of homework to finish. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I set some Maths books, pens and pencils out on my desk in an untidy clutter. I was planning on sneaking into my parents room, and figured that if they caught me I could pretend I was looking for a ruler as I had lost mine. I crept out on to the landing way outside my parent's room. I listened carefully to their actions downstairs. I could hear my Mum clinking the dishes in the sink and I could hear the noisy din of the TV. Satisfied that they wouldn't suspect anything, I pushed open the door to their bedroom. I walked quickly and quietly to my Mother's closet and swung open the door. I rummaged around between the towels for a couple of moments before I found the tatty, slightly ripped magazine that had made my Mum blush furiously earlier that day. I stared at the cover of the magazine, my eyes bulging, and read the bold, red lettering: "XXX TEEN SLUTS." The cover featured a naked girl who I guessed was around 18-19 years old. Her hands covered her pussy and two cartoon stars covered her nipples. Suddenly, I heard a creak on the stairs. Without thinking I shoved the magazine up my top and quickly closed the closet door. I walked carefully out on the landing and stared nervously down the stairs. Nobody was there. I put it down to paranoia and went back into my room, closing the door behind me. I sat on my bed and pulled the magazine out from under my top. I had heard of porn magazines before. They were just something you gossiped about with your friends in the playground, or caught a sneaky peek at in the top rows of the Newsagent shelves. I flipped through the pages before I found an article that caught my attention. I stared at a large image of a young woman in a tiny cheerleader skirt, bent over on all fours. She had a penis in her mouth. I couldn't see the man to who the penis belonged as he was out of the shot, but he was slim and tanned. Kneeling behind her was another man, equally slim and tanned, with his penis buried inside her pussy. The girl was wearing a cheerleading whistle around her neck and the whistle was buried in her huge cleavage. She had no underwear on, and her breasts and pussy were completely exposed. The title read "VIRGIN TEEN GETS DOUBLE TEAMED!" I gazed intently at the pictures. There was a whole series of images showing the girl sucking both of the men's cocks and taking them both in her pussy also. I had never seen anything so slutty or wanton. My knowledge of sex was very limited - I hadn't even kissed a boy! I had only heard of sex and oral sex. I had no idea that more than two people could have sex at the same time! The idea seemed alien to me. I looked and re-looked at all the pictures before reading the story that was printed below the title. The girl's name was apparently Jennifer and she had been teasing the two frat bro's, Mario and Luke, for months. The two friends had decided to plot revenge on the little cock-tease and planned to fuck her in the changing rooms after practice. It was obvious that the story was very contrived, this girl certainly wasn't a virgin, but nevertheless it wasn't long before I was feeling the familiar pressure in my panties. I had been turned on before, but nothing like this! I had never seen anything so raw and sexy and my pussy seemed to be on fire. My clitoris was throbbing and I slid my hand into my underwear whilst I continued to read the story and gawk at the photos. I had never felt myself this wet before. I began to circle the small, hard bud of my clit as I proceeded to read about how Mario and Luke pinned Jennifer up against the lockers and took turns licking her pussy. My heart rate was quickening and I felt flushed and red in the face. I gazed, transfixed at Jennifer's face, her eyes wide and mouth contorted as Mario tongued her clit. I could almost feel her pleasure. I rubbed my clit harder and harder, faster and faster, pretending it was Mario or Luke's tongue. I flipped the page and found yet more images of the sexy trio. The main photo was a close up of one of the young men's cocks entering Jennifer's wet pussy. I longed to have one of their hard shafts pushed deep inside me. I tentatively moved my fingers south to my small, pink pussy and carefully pushed one finger inside me. My chest was hammering. I had never had anything inside me before. I was very wet but wanted to lube up my fingers even more, to ensure I would feel no pain. I removed my fingers from my panties and slid two of them in my mouth. I sucked my fingers, enjoying the strange new taste of my own pussy juices. I slid my two fingers in and out of my mouth, pretending I was Jennifer sucking on Mario and Luke's hard, thick cocks. I coated my fingers thickly in my saliva before returning them to my underwear. I pushed the tip of my two fingers inside my tiny pussy, gasping at the shock of this new sensation. I fixed my eyes on Jennifer's pussy and I pushed my fingers slowly deeper inside my own wet hole. I slid my fingers in all the way, and felt my whole body tingle and stiffen. I felt wave after wave of tingles sweep over my young body. My eyes grew wide and my breathing became quick and heavy. I began pumping and thrusting my fingers in and out of my pussy, just how it described in the story. I found that it felt better if I made my fingers stiff and tight, and curved them ever so slightly. I wiggled them around inside me each time I thrust in. I began to grind myself against my hand, trying to get more of my fingers inside of me. I pushed harder, harder and started to frantically pump my sore, wet slit. I dropped the porn magazine to the floor feeling I could take no more. "OH YES!" I whispered. I started to pinch and pull at my nipples as my fingers cleverly found the sweet spot inside of me. "Mmmmmm, oooohhh," I panted noisily. I could feel a huge pressure rising in my belly. With one swift, firm push with my fingers deep inside of me, I knew I had reached orgasm - just like Jennifer. "OH FUCK!" I heard myself shriek. I thrashed roughly around on my bed as my pussy tingled sharply and I climaxed explosively over my hand. I lay on my bed, my breathing slowing gently as I tried to recover from that new and extraordinary experience. "Everything all right dear?" I heard my Mum's inquisitive tone called up the stairs? She must have heard me shouting. "Err... yes," I called back. "Just some trouble with a Maths problem, all OK now though." "OK love," she called back. I stood up and quickly made my bed. I lifted my mattress, and picked up the porno magazine from the floor. I placed it carefully under my mattress, storing it away for the next time I wished to try out my naughty, new hobby. My First Orgasm & Sexual Experience When I was about young, I had often found myself waking from my sleep, lying on my side, with a pillow between my legs and against myself. I did not think much of it, but sometimes it would be moist and the odor would be of privates myself. One evening, while my parents were away, my babysitter came in to check on me. She seemed to have noticed that my pillow had moved from the head of the bed and was being kind to move it and place it back at the head of the bed. She did not realize, under the rest of the sheets, the pillow was between my legs. This awoke me, but seeing her and half asleep I thought, she was tucking me in better. It was when she commented an apology of "I am sorry", that I woke to politely find why she was saying that. She said that she did not mean to bother or embarrass me; she was just moving my pillow to the head of the bed. I was confused; she must have seen that on my waking face. She said she was sorry to bother me when I was having a private moment for myself. I told her I was sleeping and was not sure what she was talking about. Betty went on to mention that she thought I was using the pillow to enjoy myself. I was still not sure of what she was talking about. Betty started to realize this also. She boldly commented that she thought I was masturbating. I had never heard this word permissibly used before, my strict parents and catholic upbringing sheltered me. "Now I am embarrassed," Betty commented, "It seems your parents have not been sharing your growing up with you". Betty asked, "Has your Mother discussed anything with you about being a women or intimate pleasures of being a girl"? With shyness and shame, I told her that my mother did not speak to me of such things, only a dreaded curse each month. Betty sat next to me on the bed and held me in a comforting way. "I think it is time someone did, would you mind talking to me and I will tell you about yourself?" This was the first of many intoxicating evenings of pleasure that followed. My head was so full of everything I was drinking into all my senses. My body was tingling at what I have found to be my intimate spots. Betty was a very nice woman, daughter of my parents friends who had recently graduated from College. I was not afraid or nervous as she pulling her nightgown off and asked if I would do the same. Her body was magnificent, and looked similar to mine as we were both blond and she had become accustomed to shaving down there. She felt the best idea was just to show me what she does and I would learn as I copied her. As we lay on pillows propping us up to view the rest of ourselves she started to feel her breasts commenting for me to find places on my body that made me feel good and showing me what made her feel good. I did like cupping my small breasts, but never thought of caressing my hand up and squeezing my nipple. God that felt good. Without being cold, my nipple became tight and firm. As her right hand slide down her stomach, she stopped to make circular motions below her belly button as her back ached, her other hand squeeze firmly on her breast sliding up to pinch her nipples hard, and her legs tensed almost shaking. I understood that feeling inside when I did the same. Following behind her motions, she mentioned how nice and soft her lips of her kitty where. When I found my softness, I was wet there; I thought I was peeing without control, but inside myself. In a very shy voice, I mentioned this to Betty; she even smiled in a very kind way of encouraging me to ask anything, as she explained it was a very normal feeling because it was my feminine reaction to being sexually excited. She said these fluids from excitement are like those when kissing another and can be shared. Her hand went further between her spreading legs almost reaching, and then she brought her hand up to her mouth with pointed finger. These fluids of excitement have the sensual smell of us, the taste is exciting also, as she slide her finger between her kissing lips and seemed to suck her taste while withdrawing her finger from her mouth there was not a popping sound, just a smile as she looked into my eyes with assurance that all was fine. She returned her hand to her kitty, explaining for me to softly rub around my lips, and that the swelling was good also. As I continue to lightly rub my lips, they parted; the feeling seemed to invite my fingers into myself. I started to feel a stronger sensitivity at the top of my lips; I had never directly wanted to touch before because of that. This time is bravely slid my finger out of myself and lightly dragged it up to that spot so carefully. As I touched my tender point, I immediately felt it sent a very nice feeling deeper inside me there, I felt my toes start to curl without me knowingly doing so. Betty noticed my progress and toes; with an approval in her smile, she tenderly shared her poetic words I will always know, "You are feeling the heart of your soul where your passion and feelings will take you deeper inside yourself than any other pleasant experience you will have in your life". Changing her voice tone, this pearl is your clitoris, which is protected by a hood, each girls is a bit different lengths of cover, size of their button, your hood is short than mine. She raised herself and swung around, comfortably exposing all her blossoming Rose petals with legs spread. It was the first time I had ever seen any one; I had not even looked at myself this closely. Yes, Betty's spot was not covering her as much as mine, after feeling mine and looking into her. I had never considered another girl attracting me as her kitty was. I became more excited with wetness, not realizing my deeper motion around my button. Betty put her hand on her tummy and pulled up as her large button became uncovered to me she started to lightly tap directly on top with the other hand, her head rolled back looking at the ceiling she started to singing in a soft cry, I now know is ecstasy. I kept rolling my finger, now two around my button. Yet, after seeing her delight I pulled back my hood, without patients for tapping, I just rubbed myself where I had once avoided a spot of sensitivity. My heart was excited too, as my breathing became heavier. I did not have to ask of this as Betty chest was showing that she was breathing similar to me. With instructions while showing, she proceeded to bring herself near total pleasure. I was more mesmerized at watching her than the thrill I could have been experiencing. She must have sensed this as when she stopped, and told me to keep rubbing myself between my legs, around my "button". She moved back to laying next to me, skin to skin. As I did, my shaking and rocking while rubbing, I had slid down from the propped pillows and was looking up at her eyes, as she looked back into mine with kindness from her words of reassurance calming me with confidence. My contact with her eyes became obscured by her breast, it was then that I noticed how firm her nipples were and she had lost contact with my eyes. Sliding her arm under my head to my shoulder to comfort me she brought me closer to cuddle against her warm and soft skin. My head was against her breast, my mouth close to her nipple. I had such a desire and continued with that thought as I moved just a bit to slip her nipple into my mouth as I began sucking. I felt her hand sliding under my chin to cup her breast. In a milking motion of her hand, her other arm around my shoulder supporting my suckling, I heard her soothing words that I was about to have a feeling come over me as I had never felt before, for me to let it slowly build until I could not hold any more of it inside of myself. For me to use my strength to let the pleasure keep building and I should holding on to that feeling as long as I could. That I was safe with me in her arms, not to be scared, afraid or embarrassed. When I opened myself to her, let everything inside my heart and body out with all the beauty I have ever felt, it would be my soul coming forth. In an encouraging way, I became more excited as I rubbed my button faster, when I heard Betty assure me that she would soon show her soul to me. I then heard her say a forbidden word, that secretly sounded like something so prevented from my hearing I wanted to know more of it. Betty said "Mary after you climax, I will masturbate for you and open all of myself for you to see", because everyone masturbates and I should not be ashamed or embarrassed of my private pleasure of being a woman. It must have been that innate closeness to a woman that allowed me to become very wrapped into my own being. I was simply lost in a new pleasure with comfort surrounding me. I had no idea how much time of this wonderful feeling she helped me to hang onto with her words. When I could not stand any further of the excitement I had never experienced before overfilling all my senses and body in a huge exhale that lasted an eternity, I looked into Betty's eyes as she held me with my mouth unlatching from her nipple, I let out first orgasm. After the earthquake in my body subsided, the stars around my eyes in my head slowed as my vision to Betty's eye's returned, and my breathing became a controlled panting. I was some place between here and there I had never been, but could not wait to return to again. I focused on Betty, who had become so excite with me, that she was wrapped in her own self-pleasure. Seeing my conscious state, while running in breathless words her encouragement to me, she had encouraged herself and was waiting for me return so she could do as she promised me. At that point, her body became shaking and rigid, her eyes became glazed, with what I now know is ultimate pleasure, as she looked deeply into mine. I could almost see inside of her as she released herself before me. So beautiful she was as I took in all of her singing cries, her breathing short to halting and panting, her body withering in what I had felt to be ecstasy. She had done as I; she opened her soul to me. I will never forget and look back on with kindness and fondness of a wonderful person showing me the pleasures of being a woman. To this day, I will sometimes lie down and recall that wonderful experience and the many that followed with Betty and the beautiful relationships I have enjoyed since. I will relax, recall and enjoy the gift that had been so kindly given to me. My First Orgasm with a Man This is a true story. One night after a few drinks my husband asked me about the first time I had an orgasm while having sex. Since this happened during a one night stand I was a little embarrassed to tell him everything so I only gave him a few of the details. The following day he told me how much it turned him on and asked me to write him a story telling him everything that happened that evening. It was the summer after my sophomore year at Virginia Tech. I was visiting my college roommate Lisa in at her mom's house Falls Church Virginia. The only difference about this weekend was that Lisa's mom was out of town so we would have her house to ourselves. Like many weekends before, we decided to go dancing in Georgetown. We went to one of our favorite bars first, but it was very crowded and full of Marines who had already had too much to drink. We left and went across the street to a place that had a more "yuppie" atmosphere. Once we settled in at the bar with our second drink that night, a couple of really cute guys approached us. Their names were Paul and Mark, they had been friends since college, but had just graduated the year before. Lisa and I fell right into a routine we had, where we pretended to be older and wiser than we were. We pretended to be lawyers who worked downtown and lived together in Falls Church. We flirted and fibbed and enjoyed the chemistry we shared with Paul and Mark. They bought us a couple more drinks and we talked and danced. I was really attracted to Paul and it felt like we had known each other a lifetime. He held me close when we danced, my heart raced, and when he kissed me I felt like I wanted to be completely consumed by him. I couldn't seem to get close enough to him. After a couple of hours, it was getting more crowded on the dance floor and we'd long since lost our seats at the bar. We decided that we would go out and get some fresh air. It was still early enough that the liquor store at the end of the block was still open. Mark suggested that we go in and get some wine coolers to drink out by water. Lisa and I followed them in our car to some place on the Potomac that I never knew existed. We got out and watched the airplanes coming in for a landing at National Airport, while we drank some more. It was dark outside and even though Paul and I weren't too far away from Mark and Lisa, it was like we were in our own little world. Lying in the grass with Paul's body close to mine made me so hot. His hands explored my body so hungrily and his kisses made me feel like I would explode. When his tongue wasn't exploring mine, we were talking and joking around. I came clean about the fact that I was not even 20 yet and definitely not an attorney. He was not surprised and once on the subject of my true age and inexperience, somehow I mentioned that I had been with other men, but I had never had an orgasm. Being a cocky and self-assured playboy, he saw this as a challenge and said that he could change that. Although I had no intention of letting things go that far, I found myself losing control and enjoying every minute with him so when Lisa suggested that we all go back to her house, I agreed. Once again Lisa and I hopped in one car and the boys in the other, but this time they followed us. We headed over the bridge out of Georgetown and onto I66 headed to Falls Church. The drive didn't take long but I started to get very nervous, knowing what was going to happen once we got to Lisa's moms house. Once we were there, we sat in the kitchen and ate some leftover macaroni and cheese and cookies. We were starved from all of the dancing and kissing! It was awkward sitting there in the harsh kitchen light after most of our time spent together thus far had been in a dark bar and then out under the stars. My shyness abated once Paul began kissing my neck and whispering in my ear that he could help me with my "little problem". He whispered that he knew just where and how to touch me for a guaranteed orgasm. I giggled but couldn't deny the chills I felt up my spine as his kisses traveled down from behind my ear lobe, down my neck and over my shoulder. Lisa and Mark were completely absorbed in each other and I don't think either of them noticed when I grabbed Paul's hand and led him upstairs. What I really needed was a cold shower but instead I led Paul into a steaming hot shower. I rubbed the soap over his chest and between his legs slowly while he returned my caresses. After he washed my hair and we grabbed towels we barely made it back to the bedroom. Paul sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down on to his lap. He rubbed me between my legs while kissing my breast until I was as swollen and wet as I had been an hour before. In one quick motion he flipped me under him and pushed himself inside me. As I lay on my back as he rhythmically pushed harder and faster with each motion. I felt the pressure building inside me and just when I felt like I couldn't take it, he reached down and stroked me while he continued to move in and out. I just exploded, it was a quick release, and something I had felt coming before, but never finished. As the feeling began to subside I began to feel him pulsing as he released inside me. Paul was pretty pleased with himself; he knew he had lived up to his promise. Paul left for a minute and returned with a glass of water to share. Once our thirsts were quenched, we began kissing again, and this time he pulled me on top of him. He placed himself at my opening and I began to lower myself onto him. This time I felt like I was in control until he quickly raised his hips pushing himself deep inside me. I quickly began to raise and lower myself as he raised and lowered his hips. This time we came together both quicker and stronger than the first time. I rolled off of and we both collapsed in exhaustion. As the sun was coming up, I awoke to him coming up from behind me. He entered me while I lay on my side, but this time we went slow and enjoyed our bodies moving as one. We seemed to fit perfectly together and we were in no hurry. Once we finished he held me close and him and we slept, for a few more hours. Mark and Paul left in the late morning, while Lisa and I slept a few hours more. I was completely exhausted and completely satisfied, reliving the night in my dreams. I never saw Paul again but I dreamed of him often. Since this story my husband has told me that the thought of me being with another man really turned him on and he would now like have another experience like the one in this story. I do not think I could really go through with it, but I must admit that the idea of it is intriguing. If it ever does happen I will be sure write you another story. My First orgasm with a Man This is a true story. One night after a few drinks my husband asked me about the first time I had an orgasm while having sex. Since this happened during a one night stand I was a little embarrassed to tell him everything so I only gave him a few of the details. The following day he told me how much it turned him on and asked me to write him a story telling him everything that happened that evening. It was the summer after my sophomore year at Virginia Tech. I was visiting my college roommate Lisa at her mom's house Falls Church Virginia. The only difference about this weekend was that Lisa's mom was out of town so we would have her house to ourselves. Like many weekends before, we decided to go dancing in Georgetown. We went to one of our favorite bars first, but it was very crowded and full of Marines who had already had too much to drink. We left and went across the street to a place that had a more "yuppie" atmosphere. Once we settled in at the bar with our second drink that night, a couple of really cute guys approached us. Their names were Paul and Mark, they had been friends since college, but had just graduated the year before. Lisa and I fell right into a routine we had, where we pretended to be older and wiser than we were. We pretended to be lawyers who worked downtown and lived together in Falls Church. We flirted and fibbed and enjoyed the chemistry we shared with Paul and Mark. They bought us a couple more drinks and we talked and danced. I was really attracted to Paul and it felt like we had known each other a lifetime. He held me close when we danced, my heart raced, and when he kissed me I felt like I wanted to be completely consumed by him. I couldn't seem to get close enough to him. After a couple of hours, it was getting more crowded on the dance floor and we'd long since lost our seats at the bar. We decided that we would go out and get some fresh air. It was still early enough that the liquor store at the end of the block was still open. Mark suggested that we go in and get some wine coolers to drink out by water. Lisa and I followed them in our car to some place on the Potomac that I never knew existed. We got out and watched the airplanes coming in for a landing at Reagan National Airport, while we drank some more. It was dark outside and even though Paul and I weren't too far away from Mark and Lisa, it was like we were in our own little world. Lying in the grass with Paul's body close to mine made me so hot. His hands explored my body so hungrily and his kisses made me feel like I would explode. When his tongue wasn't exploring mine, we were talking and joking around. I came clean about the fact that I was not even 20 yet and definitely not an attorney. He was not surprised and once on the subject of my true age and inexperience, I mentioned that I was not a virgin, but I had never had an orgasm while having sex.. Being a cocky and self-assured playboy, he saw this as a challenge and said that he could change that. Although I had no intention of letting things go that far, I found myself losing control and enjoying every minute with him so when Lisa suggested that we all go back to her house, I agreed. Once again Lisa and I hopped in one car and the boys in the other, but this time they followed us. We headed over the bridge out of Georgetown and onto I66 headed to Falls Church. The drive didn't take long but I started to get very nervous, knowing what was going to happen once we got to Lisa's moms house. Once we were there, we sat in the kitchen and ate some leftover macaroni and cheese and cookies. We were starved from all of the dancing and kissing! It was awkward sitting there in the harsh kitchen light after most of our time spent together thus far had been in a dark bar and then out under the stars. My shyness abated once Paul began kissing my neck and whispering in my ear that he could help me with my "little problem". He whispered that he knew just where and how to touch me for a guaranteed orgasm. I giggled and couldn't deny the chills I felt up my spine as his kisses traveled down from behind my ear lobe, down my neck and over my shoulder. Lisa and Mark were completely absorbed in each other and I don't think either of them noticed when I grabbed Paul's hand and led him upstairs. What I really needed was a cold shower but instead I led Paul into a steaming hot shower. I rubbed the soap over his chest and between his legs slowly while he returned my caresses. After he washed my hair and we grabbed towels we barely made it back to the bedroom. Paul sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down on to his lap. He rubbed me between my legs while kissing my breast until I was as swollen and wet as I had been an hour before. In one quick motion he flipped me under him and pushed himself inside me. As I lay on my back he rhythmically pushed harder and faster with each motion. It was not long when I felt the pressure building inside me and just when I felt like I couldn't take it, he reached down and stroked me while he continued to move in and out of me. I just exploded, it was a quick release, and something I had felt coming before, but never finished. As the feeling began to subside I felt him pulsing as he released inside me. Paul was pretty pleased with himself; he knew he had lived up to his promise. Paul left for a minute and returned with a glass of water to share. Once our thirsts were quenched, we began kissing again, and this time he pulled me on top of him. He placed himself at my opening and I began to lower myself onto him. This time I felt like I was in control until he quickly raised his hips pushing himself deep inside me. Paul began to lower himself as I slowly raised. We continued this for a few minutes when I began to get that feeling again. Our breathing became heavier and I began to moan. This time we came together both quicker and stronger than the first time. I rolled off of him as I felt him loosing his erection and we both collapsed in exhaustion. As the sun was coming up, I awoke to him coming up from behind me. He entered me while I lay on my side, but this time we went slow and enjoyed our bodies moving as one. We seemed to fit perfectly together and we were in no hurry. Once we finished he held me close and him and we slept, for a few more hours. I gave Paul my number as he and Mark left in the late morning. Lisa and I went back to our beds and slept a few hours more. I was completely exhausted and completely satisfied, reliving the night in my dreams. I never heard Paul again, but I thought of him often.