my first time
for a first post,
i was "in love" with this boy named kevin. he was the hottest boy i'd ever seen in my life. our high school was small, but i'd somehow never noticed him until we were in a play together. it was his senior year. he wore a loin cloth. i was cast as a character called "hedonist". when our director said it was type casting, i had to look the word up in the dictionary.
so there was kevin. in his mocha goodness. half naked. i was 17 and it made my hormones Crazy. insane. i wanted to lick his thighs and i think scarlett told him that. on the last day of school, his last day of high school, he wrote in my yearbook "call me if you ever need someone to lick thighs with."
now i can look back and realize what teen boy wouldn't say that to any girl he thought me might be able to talk into it. but back then -- well who knows what my reasons were back then. with more looking back, it seems to me i just told myself i was "in love" with him because he stirred up things in me that i wanted to staisfy. i wanted him to fuck me, but wasn't sex something beautiful for people in love? that's what i'd heard, so i was in love.
he was this amazing color. so creamy and brown. so smooth. he was short. he was thick and hunky. he had the softest most luscious lipos ever. he might still. i'd like to find out. but it was mostly the way he smelled that got to me. really. i can kind of still remember it. the vibe around him made me want to be right up next to him 24 hours a day.
one time, about a month after we first started going out, we were parked somewhere above the highway. steaming up the windows. having an awesome time. he started to make the moves and i stopped him. i was scared and told him. and i still love him because he just said ok, and went right back to making out. he told me to let him know if i changed my mind.
it should suprise none of you that i was thinking about sex all the time. not always intercourse, but bodies and bits and kissing and rubbing and all that stuff i still think about all the time. i knew i wanted to fuck kevin, but i also knew once i got past that oh so significant first time, i'd go wild and fuck everybody.
i was at a school football game. standing in the stands with my friends, watching the band at halftime (that's the kind of geek i was/am). kevin had been the drum major before he graduated, so i was thinking about him even more than usual. and i decided it was time to get all naked and intertwined.
i called him that night and told him to be ready for me the next weekend.
i'm sure that's all i thought about for the whole week. i remember asking him what he wanted me to wear. "something easy to get out of" he said in typical teen boy about to take a girl's cherry fashion. so i went and bought a dress. a shirt dress as was the style. pastel vertical stripes. pink and lavender and blue. i have some pictures. before and after even. heh.
the weekend came and scarlett and headed out. i borrowed my parents car and told them we were going to the zoo in capitol city. i got a speeding ticket i was in such a hurry. my first but sadly not my last.
i'm not sure what scarlett did once we got there. i have some ideas, but hopefully she'll give you her version. i went to kevin's room and we made out for Ever. kissing and kissing. he used to suck on my fingers and it would make me crazed. touching and exploring. i was nervous and excited and horny. and you know, i can still see the room from that view from his bed. laying back, window behind my bed, crazy dorm room ceiling panels above me.
he was sweet and slow and gentle. kissing me and saying sweet things as he took my sweet thing. it was just minutes till he came. he stayed there, in me and on me while he smiled and said good stuff. he kissed my eyelids. kissed me all over. called me baby. and asked if i wanted to do it again.
of course i did.
it didn't make me cum but i loved feeling his naked body all along my naked body. to touch him all over and feel his weight press down on me. to grab his amazing ass as he rocked it in and out of me. and he had his head right there nesxt to mine where i like it. his lips close to my ear. i could hear him moan and whisper my name. all better than an orgasm.
i was insanely dehydrated afterwards.
i felt exhausted and weak in a way i hadn't ever before.
kevin thought that was cute.
he fed me stuff.
eventually it was time to leave.
scarlett and i took off -- it seems like the boys followed us part way? i don't know, i have some memory of saying goodbye in a field somewhere.
awww, kevin.
it's so easy to look back with kindness all these years later. he was a jerk in a lot of ways, but he was also a young confused boy in a fucked up world, so who am i to judge that?
if i could find kevin now i'd suck his cock for all the times i didn't while we went out. and if i ahd to i'd tie him up so i could make out with him for at least 3 days.
my legs were sore for at least a week.
i was "in love" with this boy named kevin. he was the hottest boy i'd ever seen in my life. our high school was small, but i'd somehow never noticed him until we were in a play together. it was his senior year. he wore a loin cloth. i was cast as a character called "hedonist". when our director said it was type casting, i had to look the word up in the dictionary.
so there was kevin. in his mocha goodness. half naked. i was 17 and it made my hormones Crazy. insane. i wanted to lick his thighs and i think scarlett told him that. on the last day of school, his last day of high school, he wrote in my yearbook "call me if you ever need someone to lick thighs with."
now i can look back and realize what teen boy wouldn't say that to any girl he thought me might be able to talk into it. but back then -- well who knows what my reasons were back then. with more looking back, it seems to me i just told myself i was "in love" with him because he stirred up things in me that i wanted to staisfy. i wanted him to fuck me, but wasn't sex something beautiful for people in love? that's what i'd heard, so i was in love.
he was this amazing color. so creamy and brown. so smooth. he was short. he was thick and hunky. he had the softest most luscious lipos ever. he might still. i'd like to find out. but it was mostly the way he smelled that got to me. really. i can kind of still remember it. the vibe around him made me want to be right up next to him 24 hours a day.
one time, about a month after we first started going out, we were parked somewhere above the highway. steaming up the windows. having an awesome time. he started to make the moves and i stopped him. i was scared and told him. and i still love him because he just said ok, and went right back to making out. he told me to let him know if i changed my mind.
it should suprise none of you that i was thinking about sex all the time. not always intercourse, but bodies and bits and kissing and rubbing and all that stuff i still think about all the time. i knew i wanted to fuck kevin, but i also knew once i got past that oh so significant first time, i'd go wild and fuck everybody.
i was at a school football game. standing in the stands with my friends, watching the band at halftime (that's the kind of geek i was/am). kevin had been the drum major before he graduated, so i was thinking about him even more than usual. and i decided it was time to get all naked and intertwined.
i called him that night and told him to be ready for me the next weekend.
i'm sure that's all i thought about for the whole week. i remember asking him what he wanted me to wear. "something easy to get out of" he said in typical teen boy about to take a girl's cherry fashion. so i went and bought a dress. a shirt dress as was the style. pastel vertical stripes. pink and lavender and blue. i have some pictures. before and after even. heh.
the weekend came and scarlett and headed out. i borrowed my parents car and told them we were going to the zoo in capitol city. i got a speeding ticket i was in such a hurry. my first but sadly not my last.
i'm not sure what scarlett did once we got there. i have some ideas, but hopefully she'll give you her version. i went to kevin's room and we made out for Ever. kissing and kissing. he used to suck on my fingers and it would make me crazed. touching and exploring. i was nervous and excited and horny. and you know, i can still see the room from that view from his bed. laying back, window behind my bed, crazy dorm room ceiling panels above me.
he was sweet and slow and gentle. kissing me and saying sweet things as he took my sweet thing. it was just minutes till he came. he stayed there, in me and on me while he smiled and said good stuff. he kissed my eyelids. kissed me all over. called me baby. and asked if i wanted to do it again.
of course i did.
it didn't make me cum but i loved feeling his naked body all along my naked body. to touch him all over and feel his weight press down on me. to grab his amazing ass as he rocked it in and out of me. and he had his head right there nesxt to mine where i like it. his lips close to my ear. i could hear him moan and whisper my name. all better than an orgasm.
i was insanely dehydrated afterwards.
i felt exhausted and weak in a way i hadn't ever before.
kevin thought that was cute.
he fed me stuff.
eventually it was time to leave.
scarlett and i took off -- it seems like the boys followed us part way? i don't know, i have some memory of saying goodbye in a field somewhere.
awww, kevin.
it's so easy to look back with kindness all these years later. he was a jerk in a lot of ways, but he was also a young confused boy in a fucked up world, so who am i to judge that?
if i could find kevin now i'd suck his cock for all the times i didn't while we went out. and if i ahd to i'd tie him up so i could make out with him for at least 3 days.
my legs were sore for at least a week.