0 comments/ 37597 views/ 3 favorites My First Love By: Shy_girl24 The first time I saw him I had been sixteen years old. His name was TJ Webster. He had light brown hair and beautiful green eyes and was very fit. I had just moved in next door to him. He was at least five years older then me and had a girlfriend but it didn’t stop me from crushing on him. He became close friends with my older brother Terry and would visit at our house a lot. As three years passed by my crush for TJ grew and grew. I told only my best friend Jenny about my crush, she thought I was nuts to want to be with such an older guy. It was my nineteenth birthday and my friends had a surprise party, the biggest surprise was when I realized TJ was there. “Hi Tara,” TJ said I could only smile“ Here I got you this,” He handed me a bouquet of fresh picked flowers. My heart melted even more. “TJ there beautiful,” “ I’m glad you like them,” After a few hours of chatting with friends and sneaking glances at TJ, I decided to go talk with him. We talked for hours on end about anything and everything at the end of the night he kissed me. It was the sweetest most wonderful kiss I ever had. Weeks turned into months and we spent most of our time together.One year had past and onee night in particular I’ll never forget ever. ******** It was a Saturday night and he had made plans to take me out. “ You look beautiful tonight Tara,” “ Thank you,” I still felt shy when he complimented me He walked me to his new apartment, he didn’t live next door to my parents anymore. When we entered the room my heart leaped in my throat. The whole room was filled with candles. “TJ,” I sighed with delight “It’s amazing” “ There’s more to come,” He helped me take off my jacket not taking his eyes off mine. He pulled me close to him and kissed me softly. When are tongues touched tingles went up and down my whole body. “Tara I love you,” he whispered I had been dreaming of those words forever. “I love you too TJ,” He took my hand and led me into the bedroom it was the most incredible thing I ever saw rose pedals were spread all over the room. He led me to the bathroom where a bath had been drawn with rose pedals floating in the water and candles spread all over the bedroom and bathroom. “Tonight is your night my love and I am going to show you just how much I adore you,” I was going to say something but he put his finger on my lips and smiled. He then started to pull my shirt off of me slowly. He then kissed my shoulder. TJ then helped me out of my skirt and nylons and then unfastened my bra. He kissed me again on the lips this time with more passion. He then encouraged me to get into the bathtub. Which I did he bent down and let me get comfortable with him. He washed me. This was something I can’t put into words at how he made me feel. It was so amazing and so sensual that it was almost orgasmic. He then helped me out of the bathtub and dried me off. I was so relaxed. “Your so beautiful Tara, I love you so much,” With only the towel wrapped around me he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. “I love you to TJ, so much this is so amazing,” “The night is not over yet darling,” He then pulled me towards him and kissed me with so much passion it overwhelmed me, but in a good way. He started to undress himself with some of my help. When he was completely naked he pulled my towel off of me, I sighed with a need that I wasn’t sure I understood. He picked me up and gently put me onto the bed. He then took his hand and messaged me all over my body. He then started to kiss me starting on my lips and then my cheeks, nose, chin, neck , his tongue also touching my skin as he kissed. He went lower still to my breast, my nipples waited patiently for his kisses and when his kisses finally came, I moaned loudly. I never felt so good in my life. He then continued on his kissing quest on my stomach, thighs and even my feet, which made giggle because it tickled. He smiled at me and then moved upwards, he then stopped at my pussy, he looked at me and I smiled at him. I moaned as his hands rubbed my legs and thighs. His finger then slowly touched the outside of my pussy, I moaned with pleasure my backside moved upwards wanting more. He then started to play with my clit with his fingers. I continued to moan. My pussy was wet. I was anticipating his next move and then his tongue finally touched my clit and a feeling of tingles went through me. “Mmmmm…yes…” I moaned softly. His tongue teased me, his tongue then started to go faster as my moans got louder. All of a sudden a rush of warmth and unbelievable feelings of tingles hit me. “Mmmmm…oh yes baby..” I moaned, he didn’t stop right away and another orgasm hit me. I couldn’t believe the feelings I felt. He then came up towards me, he smiled, I smiled back. “Mmmmm, that was nice baby,” “Uh..huh,” he said with a big smile he then started to caress my breasts and kisses me. “Tara, I’ve loved you for so long, I’m so glad you are here with me tonight,” he whispered. “What do you mean you loved me for so long,” I whispered back “I liked you since the day I met you all those years ago my love, but I waited only because of our age difference. When you turned eighteen I wanted to let you know how I felt but you were seeing someone and then on your nineteenth birthday I had my chance, I had no idea you would be interested in dating me,” “Oh TJ, I wanted you all along also, you were the only guy I thought about,” At that he kissed me. His passion in his kiss filled me with anticipation of what was going to happen. I was going to make love for the first time with the one person I loved most in the world. He then pushed himself and slowly put his penis inside of me. I let out a small cry, it hurt a lot at first but then he put me at ease with his kisses and touch. The feelings I felt were unbelievable. He started pumping in and out of me slowly. My hands felt his body and my eyes didn’t leave his. I was so in love with him and felt so wonderful. After a few moments his groans got louder and he started to go a bit faster, his lips touched mine and then went to my breasts, I could feel another orgasm going to come again. “TJ, I moaned in his ear,” He groaned louder and knew he was about to cum also and with another long and hard thrust, I felt him cum inside of me. The warmth hit me and an amazing feeling yet again made sensations I didn’t understand I shook with a spasm of pleasure. He pulled me close to him, we talked about what we wanted our futures to hold and fell asleep in each others arms. We are still together today, two years has past since that night and now we will be married. TJ still to this day will show me just how special I am by recreating that night every anniversary and sometimes just because, I knew all those years ago the moment I laid eyes on him that we were mean to be and he has proved it everyday. My First Love There's an old saying that says, "If you love someone set them free, if they come back it was meant to be." I use to think that was just a corny saying up until about a month ago. That's' when the one man I truly loved, Tyson Minor came back into my life. Tyson and I always had a great relationship from the first day we met in the 1st grade. When the other boys didn't want to play with girls, Tyson would convince them to let me play with them. I became like their little tom boy play pal. As we got older and the hormones started to kick in we knew we had something special. Tyson and I didn't officially date until we were freshmen in high school. We became the couple everyone one at the school envied. He was the likable handsome young man whom everyone was expecting big things from. I was the cute little daddy's girl who could be just as tough as she was pretty. Both of us were voted "Most likely to Succeed" by our freshman class. During out junior year things got very serious for the two of us. There were endless conversation about marriage and kids. I jut knew he was the one; I ached when I was around him because I knew he would have to go home. I ached when I wasn't around him because I was alone. He became everything to me, my world evolved around him and it was the same way for him. It was doing the summer after our junior year that we decided to go beyond 1st, 2nd and 3rd base. We decide we would give each other our virginity. It turned out to be a wonderful and beautiful experience, even thought both of us were like to people lost in the wilderness. Even thought it was beautiful we both felt awkward, so we decide not to have sex again until we were married. Our senior year was filled with stolen moments of teenage emotional bliss. He became one of the best athletes in the history of the school and I was there cheering him all the way. I became the captain of the cheerleaders that year. It was magical, almost like it was written in a fairy tale. Sometimes when he played basketball I would get lost in watching him and forget my routine, he just so mesmerizing on the floor. When he would go to the free throw line to shoot his foul shots, he would blow me a kiss and give me a wink. I loved it especially since he would sometime go to the free throw line 4or 5 times a game. I would show my appreciation by extending my hand up in the air and catching the kiss and sliding it over my heart. I know it sounds a little corny, but at the time I was in paradise and in love, and those kisses rocked my world. During the spring of our senior year his dream came true. We were both excited when he got a scholarship to play football at a Big Ten college. That summer I got accepted at the same college. It was going to be a wonderful 4 years. That's all we talked about that summer. Our entire lives were planned out down to the names of our kids. Our plans were for both of us to graduate college, get married after graduation, and then start med school. I wanted to go into pediatrics and he wanted to be an OBGYN. All that changed two weeks before we were set to go to college. I was driving with Tyson as a passenger one rainy night after we had taken in a movie, I swerved to keep from hitting a dog and over corrected and lost control of the car. Tyson wasn't hurt; he had a few cuts, but nothing serious. But I wasn't as lucky, I was in bad shape I suffered two broken legs and crack ribs, and to make things worst I was partially paralyzed from the waist down. I felt worthless during that time, watching my dreams and our dreams fade away sent me in to a deep depression. Tyson did his best to hold on, but I didn't think if was fair to him to hold on to me. He went off to college and I broke up with him. He would plea with my parents to let him talk to me, but I made it clear to them that I didn't want him in my life. As I look back on that time, I think a huge part of me was jealous of the fact that he was doing what he wanted to do in life, all his dreams were coming true, as mine slowly disappeared. Tyson went on to a stellar two sports college career. He ended up getting drafted by the NFL and the NBA he decided to go where the most money was. He decided to go to the NBA. For four years while he was in college I went through grueling rehabilitation and physical therapy session with a woman who had to be the reincarnation of Attila the Hun. She worked me like she was mad at the world and I was the world. There were many days I wanted to throw in the towel, but she wouldn't let me. With Attila on my back 24/7 I was able to progress well enough to gain full movement in my arms and legs. It was a miracle indeed. During Tyson's second year in the NBA I was sitting at the kitchen table when I heard him on television doing an interview. At first I thought I was hearing things, but as I got closer to the television in the living room I realize I wasn't hearing things. He was talking about me. It was after his team had won the game and he was giving a post game interview. He was standing there when he pull his jersey off revealing a shirt with a picture of him and me. Underneath the picture it read Tyson & Lena 1990-Forever. My mouth dropped and so did my mother's. He talked about how he wishes I was there to see him play and that I will always be special in his heart. He ended the interview by blowing a kiss into the camera and giving a wink. I grabbed the kiss and slid it over my heart. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and it was my mother. She was carrying two big boxes. "Mom what are you doing? I asked her. "This stuff belongs to you." she said. "What is it?" "Open and see for yourself." I opened the first box and it was filled with hundreds of letters from Tyson. I couldn't believe how many there were. The second box was filled with clippings and memorabilia from Tyson's college and pro teams. There were sign basketballs and jersey, and pictures of him. There were also shirts with our pictures on them. I was in semi shock. "Mom I thought you trashed everything he sent." I said. "I know you wanted me to, but I couldn't. He loves you Lana." she said. "I know mom, I know." Like so often in my life my mother knew what was best for me. I took the boxes to my room and poured the contents all in my bed and I got in my bed with it all. I spent the entire night reading all his unopened letters. For six years he had sent me at least one letter a week. I sat with tears in my eyes from the pain I know I had inflected upon him. I felt so bad for what I had done to him. A couple of weeks after I saw Tyson on television, his team played in Chicago, which is only 100 miles or so from where I live. With my parents egging me on I decided to drive up to check out the game. The whole drive was filled with what ifs. Although he had shown me just how much he loved me, it was still hard to accept it. I got to the game and it was awesome, and Tyson was awesome also. His team won and after the game I went over to the adjacent hotel where his team was staying and hung out in the lobby. As I sat in the lobby I saw several women sitting there also, and some of them were talking about what they wanted to do to Tyson, or should I say, what they wanted him to do to them. I couldn't believe what was coming out of their mouths. I sat there wondering if I had done the right thing, when all of a sudden the women went wild screaming out Tyson's name. Several of them raced towards him and his teammates. After a couple of minutes of watching him from afar I panic and walked hurriedly to the front door of the hotel. As I made my way out, my eyes met Tyson's eyes and he stood there with a look of shock combined with uncertainty. I walked out and as I did, I heard him call my name twice. He came after me, but I ran away. I looked over my shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway with his groupies. I walked to my car with lines of tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. I felt even though he cared about me, his life had passed me by. All I could do was hold him back. I thought it would be best for things to stay the way they were. Two weeks later my life change again. I was at home when I heard a knock at the door. My mother answered the door as I stood behind her. The door open and it was Tyson, he looked so beautiful standing there in a tuxedo holding a dozen roses. He gave the flowers to my mother and without saying a word; he picked me up and carried me to his waiting limo. We had dinner and he took me to a motel and carried me up to the room. I was a little tipsy from drinking during dinner. I tried to explain things to him, but he insisted on not talking just action. I laid there on the bed as he began to take his clothes of. He removed his shirt and reached for his pants. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Tyson it's been a long time for me." I said. "Really, how long is long?" he said. "Do you remember the one and only time we did it?" "Yes I do, I think about it all the time." "Well that was my last time." "Are you serious?" "Yes I'm serious." "Wow, I didn't know. Hey I understand, lets just take this night slow." "Sounds good to me, it's been so long since I felt hands of a man against my skin. Will you just lay with me and if it happens, then we'll go with the flow?" "Sure baby, whatever you want." He threw his shirt across the chair. He came over to my side of the bed and grabbed my hands and stood me up. He began to remove my clothes leaving my bra and panties on. He then removed his shoes and pants. His body was so sexy, I wanted to take him right there, but I didn't and I couldn't. We got in bed and he was behind me. After a few minutes of talking, he started to kiss the back of my neck with soft peaks along with long slow touches with his hand across my body. It felt so wonderful to be touch by a man, and even more wonderful that Tyson was the man doing it. I could feel his manhood pressed against my back. I closed my eyes and pretended he was taking me from behind. His hand found my breast and he began to slide his hand over my bra covered breasts. This extracted low soft moans from my lips. He placed his left hand on the right side of my face and turned my head to him and passionately started kissing me. His lips worked magic on my entire body. I turned over onto my back and opened my legs giving him permission to touch me down there. He kissed me and slid his hand between my legs. His fingers were on each side of my pussy lips. My hands eased across his well toned athletic body. His smell, his body and his touch was intoxicating. I lay there in total sexual bliss as I felt my juices glide from within and find the opening of my womanhood and slithered out into my panties. I clamped hold of his hand with my legs and held it there until my shaking and shivering stopped. He removed his hand and put his arms around me and we both fell asleep. Tyson is back in my life and we're taking it slow. That saying that I once considered corny, isn't corny any more. It was along wait, but well worth it, it will take some time before I'll be able to give myself to him sexually, but I'm enjoying getting there. This indeed is true love and was meant to be. My First Love (My first attempt at erotica. I know it needs a lot of refining, but I wanted to get own my initial impressions.) For D. Even though it has been almost 12 years since I have seen you, I can still remember our first night together. I had fallen in love with you the first time I ever saw you, performing in the small theater in the mall. I never believed in the concept of love at first sight until the first time I laid eyes on you. Whenever your brown eyes passed over me it took my breath away. I knew that it would never be reciprocated on your end. I was young, and plain looking, and nothing compared to the sorority girls you usually spent your nights with. It didn't matter though - the pure, unjaded intensity which with one experiences their first love meant that I only needed to be in the same room as you to be fulfilled. It was late, and you needed a ride home from the theater. Of course I jumped at the chance just to be near you. As we drove in my little white car, I was acutely aware of every cell in my body vibrating. The fine blonde hairs on my arm stood up, and my mind swam as I tried to keep it cool and casual. We pulled into the wooded lot behind your house, and chatted for a minute. With a sweet smile you invited me to come in and "hang out for a little bit." Although I didn't want to get my hopes up, I held my breath and prayed that the night would end with me in your arms. When your opened the door to your room and escorted me inside, my hands started shaking. I was overwhelmed being in a room that was filled with your scent, and my skin actually began to sting and ache and it begged for your touch. We sat and chatted for a few unbearable minutes, at which point I almost excused myself to leave. My senses were so overwhelmed - hearing your voice, being in your room, being so close to you - that my clothes were becoming uncomfortable and my body was racing with adrenaline. I just wanted to get home and get into bed, to let my fingers trail down my flat stomach and press tightly against my clit while I pretended they were yours. All of a sudden you leaned over and kissed me. I could barely breathe as I felt your tongue push my lips apart and enter my mouth. You tasted faintly of Camel cigarettes and your mouth was so wet and hot against my own that it sent shivers of excitement through my whole body. I had kissed many times before, but no one had ever made me feel that lightheaded. I could feel my nipples hardening in response to your expert tongue. My pussy started to swell and for the first time I was aware of an ache, a desire to be filled. I had had sex twice before, but it was the result of negotiating and the inept fumbling of a high school boy. I wanted - no, needed - to have you inside of me. I am not sure how our clothes came off, but soon enough I could feel your skin against mine. Your hands, the fingertips rough from working in the shop at the theater, ran up and down my body, stopping to torment my aching breasts and nipples. I could feel your dick, hard and smooth, against my leg. When I peeked down to look at it I had the greatest shock of my life. It was then, and still to this day, the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. Thick and slightly curving towards your navel, it was longer than I ever knew possible. I felt instantly afraid that I would not be able to take it into me but at the same time more afraid that I would *never* feel it inside me. I had never before responded so completely and so intensely. I was vaguely embarrassed of the wetness flowing out of my pussy - it seemed like I had lava flowing between my legs. Still kissing my mouth and my neck, you moved a hand down and slid a finger inside me. It went in so easily because I was soaking wet. The muscles in my thighs started to twitch as you moved it slowly in and out, rotating your thumb on my swollen clit. Your lips against my ear, your murmured in an approving voice how tight and wet my pussy felt, and I shivered in pride knowing that it was increasing your desire to feel my own. Above the blood pounding in my ears, I could just barely make out our increasingly rapid breathing and the sticky, sloshing sound of your finger moving in and our of my engorged opening. I stopped myself just before reaching the peak, fearful of the strength of my oncoming orgasm. I had never experienced that vertigo feeling, similar to being pushed off a very high cliff, and I pulled away from it. As I tried to control my breathing, you pulled your finger out of me and I felt the head of your enormous cock pressing against the outside of my pussy. As dripping wet as I was, you still had to push in very slowly, a combination of your size and my relative inexperience. I felt the walls of my pussy burn as they tried to stretch to accomodate your pulsing head. You spread my thighs further apart to help ease your entry as I marveled at the mixture of pain and pleasure. When you were about halfway in, you stopped to let my pussy get used to your invasion. I could hear you groan words, sentence fragments. "God," and "tight," and "hot." We lay still for a second adjusting to the feel of each other. You whispered something about getting a condom, but I felt tears well up in my eyes at the thought of you pulling your dick out of me, and of even the thinnest of fabrics that would separate your body from mine. I didn't know if I would ever get this chance again, and I needed to feel every inch of your smooth dick. I whispered back that I took the Pill, and that it would be ok. You started to move in and out slowly. It could have been 20 minutes or two days - I was in a limbo of such intense pleasure that the rest of the world vanished around me. You were all I could see, all I could hear, smell, taste. Your dick was so large that I could feel you rub against my humming clit when you pushed into me, and the head of your cock scraping against my G spot when you pulled out. I had never felt such stimulation before. You could feel me shaking underneath you, and you stopped to push my hair out of my face and look into my eyes. I was scared of my own desire and worried that I would be unable to satisfy you. You kissed me gently and whispered against my mouth, "It's ok, Sarah, just let yourself go." At the sound of my name coming from you, I felt all of my trepidations vanish. My breathing quickened, and a series of explosions fired off inside my aching pussy. My pulse roared in my ears, and for a long moment, nothing existed in the world but the enormity of my own orgasm. The muscles in my pussy couldn't properly clench because they were stretched so far by your dick, so they fluttered against you, beating like butterfly wings. I made a few helpless noises in my throat, unable to articulate the waves of sheer bliss that crashed over my body. My own pleasure intensified your own. You thrust cruelly into me, your entire length filling me once, twice, a third time. Then with a groan and a shutter, you reached your own peak. I could feel your cum shooting inside me, burning hot and mixing with the fluids of my own desire. As you collapsed your full weight on top of me, I could feel the muscles in your stomach twitching, and your dick inside me continuing to jump and pulse. We laid joined, panting against each other as we both came down to earth. After an eternity filled with deep breaths and soft moans, you pulled out of me, our joined cum rushing out into the sheets. For a moment, I was open and horribly empty, until my pussy collapsed in exhaustion, clenching even tighter than before. "Stay," you whispered, stroking my face, as my heart soared. I kept still as your breathing grew softer and more regular, your arm still wrapped tightly across my waist. I watched your sleep, amazed as the beauty of your masculine features. Even though I was exhausted I didn't want to close my eyes, unwilling to miss a single second of this most perfect night. I started to relax even further, the release of hormones and adrenaline that follows an incredibly intense orgasm are the most powerful sedative known to man. I was aware of a slightly painful ache between my legs, one that would become extremely familiar to me over the next year and a half. My final thought as I closed my eyes was that I knew I was obsessed. For as long as we were together, all I could ever think about was how long I would have to wait before I could feel you inside me again. I existed solely for giving you pleasure, and receiving from you in return. It's been many years since then. I have loved a few, and fucked even more. And while I happily now belong to another, there is always a piece of my heart, and my pussy, that can be claimed by you alone. You will always be special to me, my first love. My First Love I grew up in a different age, we were all so innocent back then. Girls wore dresses and flats and you said 'yes sir or yes mam' to your elders. I met my first love at a high school football game. I went to the game with a neighbor of hers and we bumped into her there. Her name was Rita she was there with a bunch of kids, some I knew but most I just knew of. She talked to me all through the game; she seemed to take a liking to me. After the game, we all went to get a soda, and then she let me take her home. I took her and my friend Rick home she said that she wasn't ready to go home yet and suggested we go park and talk somewhere. I let my buddy off and went to where she suggested to park. We didn't do much talking but we sure made out a lot. I was too shy to make the first move and she led the way. When I finally got the nerve to put my hand under her sweater I was in heaven. Oh, my God I am finally getting to first base with a girl. Of course, I was too clumsy to get her bra undone so she reached around and unhooked it herself. She directed my mouth to her nipple and as I suckled her, she rubbed her fingers through my hair. She said, "You're a virgin aren't you?" I tried to deny it but she said, "Don't fib to me I can tell when you're fibbing." I admitted that I had never been with a girl before. She seemed to like that; she pulled my head over to her breast again. She started cooing, "That's good baby, you're my little virgin. That's Ok I'll teach you to be my special lover." She said it was time for her to get home so we left. After I drove her home, she gave me one more kiss and hopped out of the car and I swear I think she skipped up to her door. I felt I had just had the best night of my life and yet I was humiliated that my date knew I was eighteen and still a virgin and she was not. She also was eighteen but seemed so much more experienced than me. Not only could she tell I was a virgin, she was calling me 'her little virgin'. Still I didn't care, first base was more sex than I had ever had with a girl and I was in heaven (with a big boner). As I look back, I should have realized I was out of my league. This girl picked me up because I was too shy, she knew where to go parking because I for sure did not have a clue where to go park to make out. Further proof was, she had enough experience to tell right away I was a virgin. I didn't realize any of this. How could I, I was in love. Oh sure I know now it was lust not love but try telling that to a eighteen year old boy. The next day at school I saw her at lunch as I went to where she sat I noticed she sat with the 'A' group, the people I wouldn't have the nerve to talk to, unless they talked first. I don't think she knew who I was at first and I'm sure she didn't remember my name but she was nice to me. I asked her if I could talk to her, she stood, took my hand, and we went for a walk. I was holding a girls hand in school and I was sure this meant she loved me too. I asked her out for Friday night and she told me she had to go to the football game. She said she went to all the games even the away games like this one. Then I asked if I could take her to the game, she said she was already going with a bunch of friends. I think my face fell; I know my heart was breaking. She looked at me, "That's alright Boo Boo, why don't we go out Saturday Night?" Just like that, she restored my world. We made a date for Saturday night to go to the drive in. Ah, the drive in movies, it was the teenager's dream date. It was cheap, if you were lucky, you might get laid in the back seat, and if not, at least you could watch the movie. She came up to me Friday at school and invited me to her house Saturday morning. She said we could be together all day that way. I was knocking on her door by 10 in the morning. She opened the door wearing baby doll pajamas, oh god did she look sexy. Well, yeah, her hair was in rollers and no makeup but I swear I could see her boob through the gauzy material of her PJ's. I remember thinking she looked like Giget in her 'Baby Dolls'. She told me her mother was at work. She said we could be together after she did her housework and if I helped, she would be done sooner. So here I was on a Saturday doing housework. This was yet another thing I was virgin at, but she would show me what to do and I would do it. After we did her chores, she took me to her bedroom and made me a man. She knew just what to do. First, she took off her pajamas and just let me feast on her body; she seemed to really enjoy this. She actually posed for me like a centerfold. This was not the first live naked girl I had seen but it was the first one with curves. Oh my god did she have curves, she was not like the skinny little girls I grew up with, she had big boobs, a big belly and a huge butt. Do you think I cared? She looked like Marilyn Monroe to me. Next, she told me to get undressed and I tore off my clothes. She said what did I just teach you about folding clothes you fold them right. I picked up my clothes and did what she told me. She told me to lie down on her little twin bed. She sat next to me and offered me her breast, as I nursed her (this is how it felt to me), she started to play with me. I pulled my mouth off her nipple and said, (no sighed would be a better word) "You have to stop or I am going to shoot off." She pulled me back to her breast, "That's alright, your my little Boo Boo, let me see your little thing spurt." That was it, I came, and it did just spurt and spurt some more. She caught it all in her hand. "The first thing you have to learn when you are with me is, when you spurt you have to do your housework, you have to clean up your mess." Then she stuck her finger into my cum and rubbed it on my lips. "Come on, open up for Mama." Then she stuck her finger in my mouth. I was pissed, "I can't do that, I can't eat that." "Oh yes you can, you listen here if you want to spurt you nasty stuff around me you have to clean it up." Then she fed me my whole load and even had me lick her hand clean. "Now go wash your face so we can kiss again, hurry back." When I got back, she was laying on the bed with her legs open. She said, "I want to make love to you but I wanted you to last longer so I made you spurt first so you will last longer. Now I will teach you how to please me, come closer." She took my head and placed at her slit. "First kiss right here, this is my button, I like it when you kiss here." Then she pushed my head down "You may lick me here, that's right, oh Boo Boo you are doing such a good job. Now back to my button, go ahead put in your mouth and suck, gentle not so hard oh yes that's a good boy." Let me interrupt my tale to tell you why she called me Boo Boo. She caught the name from a cartoon show called 'Yogi Bear' that had a bear named Boo Boo in it. She thought he was cute and I think she thought my ineptness reminded her of Boo Boo. It was always humiliating to me when she called me that in front of her friends but that didn't stop her from doing it. She even got me a stuffed Boo Boo that she made me carry in my car. OK, now back to her bedroom. I don't know how many times she got off (I didn't even know girls got off) but when she was ready she pulled me up and I started to mount her. After a few miscues on my part, she told me to lie down and then she mounted me. Halleluiah, that was that, I finally got to put it inside of a girl. I still didn't last too long. She looked down at me, "You did good Boo Boo, but now you have to do your housework." She slid up and put her pussy right on my mouth, "You clean all of your nasty stuff out. I don't want to get pregnant." Here she was, what I thought was a woman of the world was just a naive kid like me. She was sure that oral sex made good birth control and would clean all of the sperm out of her womb (so it should come as no surprise she ended up pregnant but that is another story). When she felt I was done she made me go wash my face again before she would kiss me. This was how I spent most of my Saturdays during my senior year. It seemed like she humiliated me more every week but I didn't care I was getting sex and I was in heaven. She knew I would do anything she asked just to be able to have sex with her. She made sure I understood, that sex was a gift from her and I had to submit to her wishes to earn the right to have this gift bestowed to me. This was a lesson I learned fast, if I treated her as my queen, she might allow me to partake in the goodness that she possessed. All of this just instilled in me that humiliation was a turn on and it has affected me my whole life. The summer after my senior year of high school, I got a job. I was elated; finally, I would be able to earn some money. I would be able to adorn my love, my Princess with gifts. She was not so happy, "What am I supposed to do while you're at work?" Then she came up with the idea of taking me to work so she could have my car while I worked. What could I say? I could never say no to her so it was arranged. We would be together during the day. We would go to the beach or to the park and even better; if her mother weren't home, we would go to her house and make love. Her sister had a boyfriend also and we would have to take turns sharing the bedroom as they both slept in one room. Her sister had seen me many times being Rita's servant as she called it. She would tell her boyfriend how I painted Rita's toenails and how she made me go to the store to buy tampons. I know the boyfriend thought I was a wimp but I didn't care I was in love and would do anything for my Princess. When it was time to go to work my love would take me and then pick me up after work. She was always late; I would be sitting out front of work waiting sometimes over an hour. I would get worried, has she been in a wreck, is she sick? What could be taking her so long? Then she would pull into the parking lot, my heart would soar and I would be on top of the world again. After about a month of this, I was driving home from Rita's house and I saw my friend who lived close to my love. I pulled over to chat, as soon as we got over the 'how you doings' he said, "I have to tell you I have seen your car around with your girl and Frank R. When I saw your car, I thought it was you, but with Frank, being so big there was no mistaking it wasn't you. The thing I noticed was she was sitting right next to him." My world came crashing down. I went home, my mom even noticed, what is wrong she wanted to know. What could I tell her? I told my mom everything was all right and went to bed to stare at the ceiling all night. The next morning I called Rita and said I had to see her. She could tell I was upset so when I got to her house she came running out to meet me. She hoped in and gave me a kiss and I drove to our parking spot I told her what I had heard. All I could say was, "Are you leaving me?" I was trying not to cry almost sobbing but still trying to hold it back. She smiled at me, "I could never leave you; you're my little Boo Boo." She pulled up her sweatshirt and took out her breast I automatically put my mouth around her nipple. She ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked. She said with such nonchalance as if talking about homework or a football game, "I just go with Frank because he excites me. Do you understand? I could never let him be my boyfriend like you but he is fun to be with. Can you be all right with that? I hope so because I would hate to lose you but I am not giving up Frank." I said, "But everybody sees you two in my car and that is so humiliating" "I know it is but he doesn't have a car. Do you want me to take the bus?" She said this with an indignant look on her face, of course, I said no, and everything went back to the way it was. Now that I knew about her other lover, she would tell me everything about what they did together. I hated hearing her tales of sex with Frank in the back seat of my car, but she seemed to enjoy doing this to me. She even bragged about how good a lover he was, and she loved that there was nothing I could about it. The biggest surprise of all of this was her tales would turn me on, I couldn't understand but the thought of her and Frank fucking made me hard as a rock. The she started having me do Frank's 'housework for him'. She said, "That mean boy won't clean his nasty stuff out of me when he done. Boo Boo won't you do it for me? It will be just like you cleaning your own so what is the difference. " What could I do? I could never say no to my Princess. So every night she would pick me up after work and first thing, we would go to our place and I would lick her clean. The thing I didn't understand at the time was all this was so humiliating yet I would get so turned on while licking the 'nasty stuff' of another boy out of my Princess. I really don't have to end this story you already know the ending. Yet maybe some of you are as dense as I was, so I will tell you. Overall, I had a wonderful summer, of course, I ended up a cuckold, but back then, I had never heard of the word let alone know what it meant. In the end she left me, (you knew she would) my heart was broken. The rest of the year was a dreary walk through the fog of depression. I wish now I had looked back on my first love as a training session as that was what it was. I loved the sex, she knew just how to bring me along, first teasing then taunting. She taught me 'ladies first' and I have used that lesion well. After losing my first love I finally had to look around at my life, I had ignored everything except her. Now I was noticing there were more girls than just her available to me and as I began to date again, I became the one to show them the ways of enjoyment. My First Love I still remember the first time with him, and we still talk about it, seeing that we're married and all. The first time I met Matthew I could tell he was a geek, he was cute don't get me wrong, but still a geek. He excelled at every subject since he was my English tutor and math tutor and my academic advisor at our college. Ironically we ended up working in the same office at school and he always made sure I was always ok and when I was having a bad day he always had a funny but inspiring way to cheer me up. We became good friends and because he was 23 and I was 18 he graduated and went on to other different and better things, we had a few lunches together but that was it. 6 years later I was in the groceries buying my usual when I felt someone staring at me, I looked up and there was a lady staring at me, she looked very familiar so I smiled, then I realized who it was, it was Matthew's mother. We talked for a bit and then there he was out of the blue, tall, brown hair, glasses, and still geeky looking Matthew. They were shopping together for his dad's birthday dinner, we chatted some more and I told them I'd let them go make the birthday dinner, Matthew and I exchanged phone numbers and left. I thought nothing about it but a few weeks later I got a call from him for coffee. We went to a nearby coffee house chatted about what we were doing and he told me that he was Philosophy professor at our old college and I told him I was a preschool teacher. We started laughing about the good old days and I could feel the sparks between us but I didn't want to believe since I've been wrong about the past "spark feelings." By this time at my age I've been dating different guys but nothing too serious so I told myself that this was just a "feeling." We chatted for another hour and then he said he had to leave to get ready for the next day lecture, so we hugged and left. Thirty minutes later I got a text from him saying how much fun he had catching up and how he wanted to know if I would have dinner at his place Friday night which was tomorrow, of course I accepted. The next day came and for some reason I was excited. Yes I had feelings for him but Matthew was a very nice guy and maybe all he wanted was dinner, he would never be interested in someone like me. I'm completely different from Matthew he was the shy, quiet type until you really knew him, and I was loud and all over the place and flirtatious at times, there was no way he had feelings for me. I got to his place around 6pm and we hugged our hellos and he showed me around the house. We had steak and a nice salad for dinner and he apologized for it not being fancy enough, I laughed at him, and thought I had hurt his feelings so I told him that I really didn't like "fancy" food anyways. We talked some more and after dinner he baked some cookies and we looked at pictures and laughed. I felt really bad since I was laughing so hard and some cookie crumbs landed on his shirt, I apologized and without thinking I reached up and dusted some crumbs off his chest, he kept saying that it was ok and reached up and grabbed my hand and kissed it, and that's when it got silent. So, there we were silent, sitting on his couch- I still tease him about this moment. He broke the silence confessing to me that he liked me ever since he was my English tutor but that he has never been with a girl before so he didn't know what to do now. There I sat stunned, not knowing what to say -- he still teases me about this moment, I remembered him telling me that he was going to do the dishes (he's so funny that way) and that it's okay if I wanted to leave. The running of the water and the noise of the dishes woke me from my trance and I walked into the kitchen and found him soaking dishes. I stood next to him and helped him do dishes, and it was dead silent, the only thing you could hear was the water running and the dishes. "I do like you," I told him as we were still standing and starring at the sink, not sure why we were doing that. "You like me but....?" he asked. "But what?" I answered back kind of surprised by his answer. "Well, you said that 'you do like me' I was waiting for a 'but' after that sentence," he replied. "Oh, there's no 'but' it's just a straight 'I like you' answer," I told him. There was silence again and then he asked me if I wanted to watch "The Simpsons," it was the cutest and the most genuine question ever and of course I said yes. There we were sitting on his couch watching "The Simpsons" like good old friends but this time we were holding hands and on some occasions he would kiss it. I guess we were pretty tired because the next thing I knew I woke up and from his shoulders and he was asleep but we were still sitting on the couch. How would I wake him up? I wondered, but the movement I made on the couch woke him up. He asked me if I wanted to stay the night and without thinking I accepted. He turned off the TV and led me to this bedroom, we climbed onto bed and he threw the covers over us. The moon shone into his room and I was able to see his blue eyes starring right back at me, it sent chills down my body and he sensed it and held me closer. "You know I love you right?" he said surprising me, and I nodded. I remembered how he started to kiss my forehead and he breathed me in, I remembered how I wanted him so bad, but I didn't want to hurt him, even though he was 6 foot and I was 4'll, but I didn't want to hurt him emotionally, I knew he was still a virgin and Matthew was different from other guys. I remembered him asking if I trusted him and I nodded, and he started to kiss my neck, and all I could remember thinking was "Is this really happening?" Thanks to my sensitive body I instinctively let out a moan as soon as his lips touched my neck. He apologized and started to back off; I drew him closer to me and told him that it was alright. He put his hand under my shirt but his eyes still on mine sensing if he should stop and he didn't, he then took off my shirt and breathed out the word "wow" he pulled down my bra straps his eyes still on mine, he was a little frustrated with bra hooks and I laughed a little planting kisses on his forehead. He continued to take off my bra and my skirt and my underwear. "You're perfect," he whispered and I blushed. He kissed my lips, forgetting he was a virgin and that I was the first girl he had ever kissed; I place my hands on his face lightly and kiss him but this time opening his lips with mine, lightly kissing him, not wanting to go fast but I wanted him so much. I kissed him harder and I remembered pulling on his hair and my legs over his waist, he reciprocated my holding onto my body and kissing my neck, Oh god how I needed him right there and then. I kissed his neck and he let out a moan and I backed off thinking that was the sign I was going too fast, I apologized and he told me to never apologized again as he rolled on top of me, I felt him press his hardness on me. I helped him out of his shirt and pants and underwear. "You're perfect," I whispered, and he blushed. I kissed his forehead and pulled him back onto top of me with my legs and around his waist with his hardness pressing up against me; I wanted him in me so bad. He told me how much he wanted me, how long he's been waiting for this moment and how he couldn't believe that I would be the girl, but he didn't have a condom. I smiled and kissed his neck again and when I kissed his ears he let out a bigger moan than before, I had found his spot. I told him that I was on birth control pills since I was 18 years old and that it would be okay, but that if he wanted to wait we could, apparently he didn't want to. I felt his hardness near my opening, I was so wet and I could tell his was so hard, confused but excited he was too; I could see it in his eyes. I kissed his lips gently and kissed his forehead and shoulders and whispered in his ears that it was okay; he kept apologizing and reassured him it was fine. I felt his hardness near my opening again, but a minute later he slid so gently in me, it was so amazing. "Oh Matthew," I let out, "Baby just like that," I moaned. "Samantha," he cried out, "Oh God," he screamed. He trusted in and out of me slowly but it picked up, I held onto him as he let out his moans and cries, a couple minutes later he let go and I could feel his cum in me, it was so much and I held onto him as he let go inside of me. He apologized how long he couldn't last and how he just wanted it to be good for me, it was great! Finally I had found the man of my dreams and making love to him was an orgasm in itself, its two years later and we're married and he makes sure that I cum everytime. My First Love - Again ~ This is my first story I wanted to put up here. If you read it, and like it, comment or favorite. Any support is worth gold. Regarding the readers of this story, your know the rules. If you are under the age of 18 or the legal age of reading adult material of this kind please leave, otherwise enjoy! This story is fictional, all characters, places and situations are made up by the author. Any resemblance to real people, places or situations are coincidental. ~ My first love - again Part 1 As she looked around everyone in the classroom seemed confident to Taylor. Like they all knew the answers to the exam that was soon to begin. She bit her lower lip nervously as Mr. Glasgow handed out the exam to the class. When she got the paper, she though that it was easier then it looked. Picking up her mechanic pencil from her desk she slowly stared to work though the questions. When she got stuck on one of them she decided to the next one, without wasting the precious time. The feeling of fear and confusion ran trough her body as she went on to the next question and found out that she actually knew that one. She realized that not knowing one question or getting stuck in it didn't mean it was the end of the world, or that she was a complete failure. In about an hour Mr. Glasgow looked at his clock, then at the class, which was mostly empty, a couple of students were still writing, hoping to complete the last questions, including Taylor. "Pencils down, the time have run out. Please don't forget write your name and class on the paper and hand it in to me. I hope you all did well!" said Mr. Glasgow and wrote the scores necessary to get a certain grade on the blackboard. When Taylor heard his voice her pencil shook and a lump of nerves formed in her stomach, she wasn't done yet, and she knew she had the answer on the tip of her tongue, she just had to write it down, but she didn't have time for that. With a slight sigh she wrote her name and class then stood up from her desk gathering her books and bag. Walking past the teacher's desk she put her test on top of the others and walked out of the classroom. She wasn't satisfied with her test and she wished she would have a little more time to finish up the last touches on it. With a sad expression on her face she closed the door and looked around the corridor. Jake was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and felt disappointed as he promised her he'd wait until the exam was over. Then they where supposed to go out with Nicki and Vincent to dinner, later that night they would watch movies and have a pleasant evening together. Now that was ruined, since he never showed up in the first place. Taylor knew he had a good excuse; he would never bail on her just like that. Still it better be a hell of a good one, because she was already in a bad mood. "That jerk, he promised he would wait on me so we could go to dinner together." Taylor said quietly to herself, she walked a couple of steps forward. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice behind her, not expecting it she jumped a little, startled, turning around she smiled in surprise. "You startled me, Nicki" Taylor said smiling, forgetting everything about the exam. Seeing that friendly smile always made her in a better mood. Taylor was happy about having Nicki as her best friend; it was only a coincidence that both their boyfriends played for the same basketball team on campus. Nicki and her met and started talking at one of the matches and slowly became good friends; Jake and Vincent were best buddies so they all became a perfect match. The pack of the four of them could do everything together, except for the personal couple time which they had from time to time. It meant that Nicki and Vincent would do something just the two of them and the same went for Taylor and Jake. "The jerk is with my boyfriend; they went to shoot some ball. Vincent challenged him, and you know that Jake never backs out of a challenge. He said he was sorry and had those cute puppy eyes and that he will make it up to you. He sent me to tell you that, but hey, that's not too bad is it? I though you liked me, sweetie." Nicki said with a shy smile on her face, a slight grin was hidden behind it. Taylor shook her head and smiled, she looked at Nicki knowing that she couldn't be mad at Jake anymore, it was sweet of him to send her Nicki, and he knew how much she liked her. "Yes, I like you a lot, but still he could have at least texted me, I wanted to kiss him and hoped that it would make me feel a little better..." Taylor said quietly and looked down at the floor stamping on a cigarette bud that lay there. "Oh, sweetie, it couldn't have gone that bad, right? Not after I went though the questions you needed help with? Yesterday you said you'd understood it." Nicki was referring to the exam that Taylor took and the help she'd given Taylor on questions she was stuck on. Taylor felt the tears forming in her eyes as she looked up at Nicki. After all Nicki did for her she couldn't even pass this stupid test! When Nicki saw this she hugged her tightly, rubbing her back, hoping to make her feel batter. Taylor could smell the sweet scent of the perfume as she breathed in. She put her head on Nicki's shoulder and just stood like that for a while happy that Nicki cared for her. "I'm sorry Nicki, with all your help, it still went to hell" Taylor sobbed and put her arms around Nicki. The warmth was comforting and Taylor didn't want to let her go. Nicki didn't push her away, knowing that Taylor needed her more then ever now. She knew Taylor wasn't a star in math and she tried to help her in that subject if Taylor needed her help or asked for it. "Honey, it will be okay, I promise," Nicki's words where sweet and caring, Taylor felt herself melting into her best friend's arms. Taylor felt the tears running down her cheeks and the anger towards herself grew even more. She tired to calm down but it was hard. Slowly she stopped crying and held on to Nicki feeling lucky to have her as a best friend. Unwillingly she pulled away from their warm embrace and saw Nicki smiling at her. Nicki saw that Taylor stared to calm down a little; she waited a few seconds before she spoke. "One test isn't the whole world sweetie, you will have more chances to score an A in math I promise, and I will help you with that. Your next test is on Monday right? We have plenty of time to study, come by our apartment Friday night and we'll have a sleepover, some fun, and study. The boy's will find something to do then, we'll shove them out of our way. We both could use some girly time without them, it was a long time since we did something together just the two of us. What do you say, dose that sound like a good plan?" Nicki said in a tender voice, really caring for her friend. "Would you really do that for me? But don't you and Vincent have plans for this weekend? Weren't you supposed to go to that romantic getaway trip to the city then?" Taylor asked concerned, still knowing that her friend would cancel any of her own plans just in order to help her with her studies. "Yes, but I can't have fun with my boyfriend when my best friend in the whole world is here sulking and stressing over a stupid test! Besides Vincent cares about you too and wouldn't mind, we can always go next weekend. No big deal." Nicki took Taylor's hands in her and squeezed then lightly, letting her friend know that she was there for her no matter what. "Thank you Nicki. How can I ever repay you?" Taylor asked feeling better about her next math text already. Taylor knew that with Nicki's help she wouldn't fail, before they had only gone over the problems quickly before class, this time they could study for real. Taylor lit up and her sad face was forgotten. She smiled even brighter. "Don't mention it, but since you'd mentioned it you can help me with history, you know I suck at it. And just promise me that we'll have fun and that the frown on your face will turn into a smile." She paused for a short while then added, "About that kiss you mentioned earlier, if you want to, since Jake isn't here I don't mind being his replacement for once..." Nicki said with a grin and saw how Taylor's eyes widened at that remark. "Huh, really?" Taylor asked and moved up closer to Nicki. She touched her hand softly, looking her in the eyes making sure she was okay with this once more. Nicki nodded her head. Taylor was smiling at the fact that Nicki was enjoying this as much as she was. The girls had kissed many times before in spin the bottle when they play it together with friends, Jake and Vincent. There the kiss required tongue and was supposed to last at least for thirty seconds. Their friends seemed to think them kissing was hot, so did their boyfriends, of course all of them knew it was for fun and never took it very seriously, especially after a couple of shoots of alcohol. Taylor leaned in slightly towards Nicki and touched her forehead against hers. She could feel her hot breath on her face was she waited for Nicki to lean in the rest of the way and let their lips met like so many times before. Still somehow this time seemed different to the girls, this time both of them would be sober and clear in their heads as they kissed unlike they other times they'd done it. Taylor knew that Nicki loved to tease her and did it any opportunity she got, she was being annoyed by it but she knew Nicki was doing it to increase their pleasure, even without realizing it most of the time. When she felt Nicki's hands slowly inching up and touching her neck gently it felt like time slowed down, stretching out like warm taffy. Her every movement made Taylor want to scream out of pleasure and her every breath made her long for her even more, with hungrier lust and passion. But Taylor knew she had to keep these feelings for herself, she knew that if Nicki knew about them, she would hate her. She had a boyfriend whom she loved more then anything and the same thing went for Taylor. But lately she just couldn't deny the feelings she felt for Nicki, she wanted to be more then friends with her, and all the nights she been dreaming about her when she was with Jake in bed made her go crazy. She was falling for her, knowing she would never be able to be with her. Taylor snapped back into reality when Nicki licked her earlobe then nibbled on it with gentle movements. Taylor didn't hear anything around her, the sounds disappeared into the distant and became a blur to her. Her whole attention was now focused on Nicki. She smiled and moved in closer to Nicki, closing the gap between them, their bodies were pressed against one another and Taylor could feel the outline of Nicki's bra under her blouse. Nicki noticed a slight blush on her cheeks as her fingers traveled upwards Taylor's face. Nicki ran her fingers along with Taylor's jawbone and tilted her head slightly so her neck would expose to her. When Nicki did that Taylor knew she was defeated then she felt a rush of heat run through her body. It was a comforting heat, a welcoming heat. She tensed up; Nicki felt that and licked her neck with the tip of her tongue gently to see Taylor's reaction. This made Taylor shiver with a soft moan, which she tried to muffle with her teeth clinched together, but it somehow managed to escape her lips anyway. She was enjoying what Nicki was doing to her and Nicki herself didn't seem to mind, neither did she stop her movements. When she didn't do that Taylor leaned away from Nicki, trying to speak, the words didn't come out as strong and collected she wanted them to. "Ni-Nicki... maybe this wasn't such a good idea..." she stuttered in a protest she knew she wouldn't be able to win, words came out in a stutter. Thinking went out the window for the girl, hell, even breathing was getting harder. This seemed to annoy Nicki so to get Taylors attention back and her thoughts into the right place she sank her mouth deeper into Taylor's neck, sucking at the sensitive skin, making Taylor moan louder and pressing herself harder against Nicki. Nicki's right hand moved upwards Taylor's body, slid under her sweater and found her breast underneath her bra, she placed her hand on it slowly massaging it in circles. Nicki felt her nipple harden when she teased it with her fingers, rolling it in small circles underneath her fingers, Taylor squirmed under her touch. She knew Taylor wouldn't be able to take much more so she leaned away slightly, giving her some time to process what just happened. She slipped her hand down her side then she placed both her hands on Taylor's hips and smiled. Taylor was breathing heavy likewise herself, she panted as she tried to get her breathing under control again. Nicki had made her hot, Taylor wanting her so badly. "Kiss me!" Taylor hissed as she was able to find her words again. Nicki didn't hesitate to disobey; leaning forward to her best friend she knew that Taylor felt something for her. She liked Taylor a lot too; they could fool around together and not have any guilty feelings or obligations to each other afterwards. Both girls had loving boyfriends, who would do absolutely anything for them; none of them would ever cheat on them, which they were both aware of. Not knowing what it was that she was feeling for Taylor, Nicki felt fear creeping up her spine, making the small hairs on her arms raise. She had a loving boyfriend, and so did Taylor, she knew that this was a one time thing, and that it would never repeat itself again after today, at least without alcohol. Their lips met in a sensual way with much more passion then they excepted, the kiss was quite long, both girls wanted to stretch it for as long as they could, the forbidden territory was desired and longer for. None of them had the courage to French kiss right now, since they knew that would end with something complete different, which would lack the aware self control they had now, no matter how small. Taylor felt her lips touch Nicki's again and again. Each kiss with more passion and lust then the next, wishing the moment would never end she put her hands around her neck. Suddenly Nicki heard footsteps nearby, Taylor didn't seem to notice or mind them she was so caught up in their kiss. The footsteps came closer and she recognized the voices of their boyfriends. They where coming back from the gym which was located at the other side of the building. End of part 1 ~ If requested I will submit part 2.