I guess it's mostly boys, rather than girls like me, who share stories on sites like this but I feel I've got to share what happened to me. My name's Ruth and I'm 24.
It all started when my boyfriend John and I split. Times had got tough, lots of rows and that sort of thing, but deep down I loved him dearly. We didn't have sex for three months before we split, not even a hand-job. But we didn't split because of sex. I'd wanted John the moment he looked at me the way I guess every girl knows, like as if my clothes weren't there and I was posing like a porn model. I was willing enough. I didn't stop him that first time he put his hand on my knee, but let him slide his hand right up my thigh to my panties. While we were together we had sex in every position a guy and girl could think of. I gave him hand-jobs, sucked him off, wore sexy underwear for him and let him photograph me nude like a porn model. Even when we knew it was all over, as soon as we were wrapped round each other in bed everything seemed alright again, till he'd finished with me and I was laying beside him staring at the ceiling and it all came back. I guess it's like they say. If you're not made for each other its best to find out before he slips the ring on your finger.
For a week after we split I masturbated myself to sleep each night, crying out his name when I came and wishing it was his expert penis between my legs. Then I met Michael.
It was one of those chance meetings. I was in the secluded little office service bay at work. The photocopier had jammed just as I was doing an important job. On top of my split with John it was just too much. I was sobbing when Michael found me. He was so kind. He fixed the machine, put all my papers back in order and did it all for me. I'd stopped sobbing by the time he'd finished. We chatted for a bit, work, life and whatever, then he asked me if I'd join him for a drink in the local pub after work. There was something about his smile and his eyes. I was in a tight white blouse that showed my bra underneath and a tight skirt that showed the outline of my panties across my bum. He looked at me like as if he was seeing right through my clothes and underwear, as if I was posing like a porn model, like all men do, and after three months without a boy I was as horny as hell!
As we sipped our drinks after work we soon found we had lots in common. Michael told me he and some friends had joint shares in a boat. I've always loved the sea from when I was a little girl, though through my teens my sister and I grew from making sandcastles on the beach to outdoing each other in wearing the briefest possible bikinis and amusing ourselves at the boys around us (and our father!) trying to pretend they weren't having hard-ons even though their shorts were up like tents over tent poles. Michael asked me if I'd like to come out with him in his boat sometime. I wasn't sure if he meant it or if he was just saying it. I gave him a little peck on the cheek when we parted, and I'm sure his hand brushed ever so lightly across my bottom, momentarily touching the outline of my knickers, and from that moment I knew I was Michael's.
That night in bed at my flat I couldn't sleep thinking of Michael. I resorted to a girl's usual remedy of finger pleasure and a juicy sex fantasy. I fantasised I was working late and noticed Michael was in his office working late too. I went into his office and stepped my high heeled foot up onto his desk, hiking up my miniskirt so high up my thighs he could see my knickers. Without saying a word he reached up and fondled me between my legs, running his fingers along the line of my vagina lips just the way I was doing with my own finger, then hooked his finger over the front of my panties and pulled them down to see my cunt. Then he undressed me real slow – skirt first, then blouse, bra and panties, driving me wild running his hands over my flesh. I perched on his desk with my legs spread wide and posed for him like porn models do while he undressed. I fantasised about how big, stiff and upright his dick was, then fingered myself through my climax dreaming of him fucking me as I sat on the edge of his desk with my legs wide and him standing between my legs. I shrieked out Michael's name when I came.
It didn't take long for my dream to come true. Things moved quickly. Michael and I had been out for dinner and he was driving me home. I wanted him so much! I let my dress ride up so high as I sat next to him in his car that he could get that little glimpse of my knickers that I knew drives boys crazy. We kissed on my doorstep and I could feel his erection jutting into me just below my belly button. His hands started getting adventurous, and this time his fingers fond the outline of my panties for real, first through my dress, then with his hand under my dress, creeping excitingly slowly up my thigh then on my bare bottom following the thin satin thong strip between my bum cheeks. He was starting to undress me almost as soon as the door was closed behind us. I let him take my dress off then suggested the lounge where there was a rug. It was big and thick with lots of room to spread out on.
We were both frantic. It had been a long time since I'd had a boy. I'd been masturbating, but that's no substitute for a boy's hands, lips, tongue and male hips thrusting a hard, hungry, experienced penis, and a boy's body to wrap my legs round. I was as horny as hell! I savoured the way Michael took his time, kissing me and caressing me all over, flicking my nipples with his tongue while he fingered my so sensitive vagina lips, ruffling my cunt hair and slipping his fingers between my vagina lips till my pussy was gorged and my clitty was tingling, and I was nearly screaming with arousal. His shaft was as good as all my fantasies, so long and big he was tight inside me. He fucked me as if he'd been having sex with me for years. His hard penis seemed to instinctively know all the places in my vagina that turned me on most. He knew just how to caress a girl's thighs and breasts while he pumped. He took ages and I came before he did! He told me afterwards that as I came I'd clawed his back, wrapped my legs over him and pounded his bum with my heels. But all I was conscious of was the glorious explosion of the climax he gave me, how firmly he thrust at the end, the way his body tensed and juddered as he squirted, and that long, meaty, so masculine grunt as he came.
Then there was no stopping us! Michael and I were together every night and all weekend. We did all the naughty things I'd done with John before, and some new even naughtier things! We had sex in every position a guy and girl could think of. I gave him hand-jobs, sucked him off, wore sexy underwear for him and let him photograph me nude like a porn model. I couldn't believe some of the poses he wanted!
John continued to phone me, begging me to come back. I knew what boys are like. A few weeks without a girl and no amount of jacking off satisfies them, even with all those pictures he'd taken of me nude in filthy poses to look at and the sexy panties I'd given him to play with and squirt his cream over. I knew all John wanted was my body. I told John I'd met another boy, and told him to get lost.
Then Michael suggested that never to be forgotten weekend on the boat. I packed a couple of my skimpiest sun dresses, thigh high with thin shoulder straps and sheer enough to show the outline of my body through, tight tops that showed off my breasts and brief white shorts that clung to my curves like a second skin, bikinis so brief they were hardly worth the trouble of wearing, and of course my sexiest underwear! We tossed my bag in the boot of his car and headed for the coast.
We got there late on a beautiful summer evening. Two other guys were there, Andy and Steve, whom I recognised from another department of the office and guessed had a similar boating interest to Michael. There was no time to lose as it was getting dark. We headed for an empty island out in the bay where we would moor for the night. As I knew nothing about sailing and all three of the boys needed to handle the boat I stayed below deck and decided I'd tidy the cabins up. Boys are always so untidy!
Michael and I were sharing the main cabin with its double bed: not as wide as I liked, but quite big enough for fun. Andy and Steve were in single beds in the other cabin. I was dusting in their cabin when I moved Andy's coat and got the shock of my life – there was a stack of gay magazines!
On the cover of the first magazine I saw was a picture of a muscular, tanned guy with a six pack looking like it was chiselled, designer stubble, and just in tight white incredibly brief Speedo-style trunks bulging with what was obviously a massive hard-on. Turning the page there were more pictures of guys, many of them naked and showing off their kit. One picture showed a guy laying naked on a bed with his hand round his shaft like he was masturbating, with his hips rammed up and his stream of semen caught arching over his belly to land on his chest.
I was quite shocked. I knew Michael certainly wasn't gay. Then I relaxed. I'd been worried about having two other randy guys on board as well as Michael, dreading the inevitable adventurous hand on my bottom that always seems to happen when I share a place with boys. That wasn't going to happen. It was going to be just me and Michael, and I'd always been curious about what gay boys did, now perhaps I'd find out!
