Everyone says you never forget your first sexual experience. I'm sure that's true for me, because the night I lost my virginity was so memorable that now, more than 25 years later, I still dream of that night in vivid detail. Of course, that night blurs together with the days and nights that followed to the point where I lose track of what happened when. Still, for me, it all began on New Year's Eve 1976.
I was a senior in high school, and had dated only a few girls. I must admit I was a bit awkward in the ways of love. I had done my share of heavy petting but had never had intercourse, or even had an orgasm with anyone. Cheryl had let me caress and even kiss her breasts. And with Ginger, I even managed to reach up her skirt and pleasure her during a very long, boring science class film. But whenever I tried to take it to the next level, the girls I dated wanted to wait. "Wait for what?" I thought. Marriage? Some drunken frat boy who won't want to see you in the morning? But, if nothing else, I was a gentleman, and would never think of pressing my advantage.
I had a feeling, though, that things might be different with Christi. We met in the spring of my junior year, when we both had roles in the spring musical. She was a sophomore, and a very talented pianist and dancer. She was my accompanist for music contest as well, and we spent a lot of time together over the summer swimming in her backyard pool and watching TV, usually with friends. Eventually, the relationship grew more exclusive -- and sexual -- and we started going steady in November.
I always thought Christi was cute, but she didn't get much attention from other guys. With her small breasts and wire frame glasses, she didn't measure up to the Farrah Fawcett posters that hung in guy's bedrooms that year.
Still, she had pert little nipples that often showed through her blouse, and her ass was a work of art -- all curves and motion. When she'd walk down the school hallway in her tight jeans, I'd watch her go, and always there was that little peek-hole of light right where her dancer's legs met that glorious ass. No one, I once heard actor Robert ("Baretta") Blake say, makes love like a dancer. God, I hoped that was true.
I had great hopes for Christi. Her kisses were divine and she was very responsive to my touch, moaning as I caressed her body through her clothes. She even responded in kind once, stroking my hard-on through my jeans as we made out on her couch, then giggling sweetly. Christy's father had died in an auto accident three years before during Christmas break, and Christi and her 15-year-old sister Sally usually walked on eggshells all during the holidays, as their mom tended to isolate herself in her bedroom, alone with her memories.
This year, Christi asked me to come over for New Year's Eve and stay the night in their guest room. Her mother said it was okay, and while she never said anything specific, the light in her eyes and the look of her shy smile told me that this just might be the night. We spent the evening upstairs in the guest room, which was a large finished attic space with a bed, two overstuffed chairs, a television and a small kitchenette stove and refrigerator.
We kick off our shoes and spent the night lying on the floor watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve, and at the stroke of midnight, we kissed -- a slow, passionate kiss. Our tongues explored each others mouths. She began to suck on my tongue, which no one had ever done to me before. Then she slid her tongue into my mouth and I did the same. We lay on our sides beside each other on the deep pile of the carpet.
By this time, our hands were moving about each other. I ran my fingers through her auburn hair as I kissed her neck. Then I drew her to me, moving my hands across her back and down to her beautiful ass. She clutched at my back and moaned as I pressed my growing cock against her. Then...she gently pushed me away. "Great," I thought at first, "if she says, 'I don't want to' like the others, I'm going to leave." But I saw almost immediately that she had something else in mind.
I watched her as she slowly, achingly, undid her white silk blouse, pulling it off and casting it gently aside. Then she unfastened the front clasp of her lacy, low cut bra, letting her breasts rise with her breath. They were as small as I had expected, having caressed them before through cloth, but actually seeing them was a bit of a surprise. Small, but well defined, like half an orange.
"I know, they're small aren't they?" she said. But their size didn't bother me at all. The nipples were gorgeous -- a perfect aureola about the size of a quarter, with tips that rose up like a pencil eraser. I knew she was self-conscious about them, so I tried to put her at ease.
"They're perfect," I said. "Believe me, they're beautiful. You're beautiful. Besides," I said slyly, "I don't need any more than a mouthful."
With that I leaned over her and kissed her right nipple, then circled it with my tongue, eventually bathing her entire breast, licking the crease below and moving to the left breast to do the same. Christi moaned again, rolling her head back and running her hands through her hair as her eyes rolled back in her head.
I then kissed between the two lovely breasts, which were now glistening, and kissed my way slowly down her belly. God what a torso! All that ballet made her abs firm and flat, though not overly muscular. As I probed her navel with my tongue, I undid the side zipper on her mid-length skirt. I pulled the waistline down a bit to reveal the rest of her lovely torso and I reveled in the scent I was catching from her moist white lace panties.
Christi sat up, then stood, and took the skirt off. There she stood, towering over me in nothing but her panties. I drank her in. She walked gracefully, circling me as she spoke, and finally standing straddled over me as I lay face up on the floor.
"Well, you seem to have me at a disadvantage baby," she said. "Here I am with hardly a stitch of clothing on, and there you are fully dressed. Tsk, tsk, this will never do."
I had to laugh a little. With her long dancer's legs straddling me and her gorgeous near naked body hovering over me, I was the one at a disadvantage. She knelt over me, bringing her taut ass down on my stonelike cock, which was raging to get out of my jeans. She let out a little yelp as she felt my throbbing member press against her moist cunt.
She rocked a little on it, but then rose up a little and said "Hmm, first things first. Let's get you out of that shirt." She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom, opening it up and then laying her naked chest against my own. As she dry humped me, she whispered in my ear, "Oh God, baby, this is so good. I want to see all of you."
She moved down my torso, kissing and licking me as she went, until her face was just above my zipper. Then she went down and kissed my cock through the jeans, pressing her lips firmly against me as I uncontrollably rose up to meet her. She continued to kiss me down there as she undid the top button and then drew the zipper down. My engorged cock was fighting to be free, and it actually protruded from the top of my briefs. Christi pulled my jeans and underwear off and caressed my throbbing member, staring at it, transfixed. Then she looked up at me.
"I-I've never done this before," she stammered. "I mean, you're the first boy I ever got even this far with and ..."
I knew what she was about to say. I'd heard the words before. But strangely enough, I didn't mind. Some girls were just teases when they said no, but Christi seemed somehow fragile, like she had gotten in over her head and was afraid but didn't want to just shut me down cold.
"It's okay, Christi," I said. "If you don't want to go all the way, I understand." I stood up and picked up my underwear, but she came closer to me and embraced me. We were both about 5' 10" tall, and when pressed herself against me, skin against skin, I knew the night was not over, although I had no idea how far from over it was.
"Nick, I just don't want to fuck, not yet," she said.
"But that doesn't mean we can't give each other pleasure in other ways."
She then took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and drew her to me, kissing her navel as my hands caressed her ass and then traced the waist band of her panties, finally pulling them down to reveal the heavenly auburn triangle of hair on her pussy. I kissed her there, inhaling the perfume of her musk. She took my head in her hands and gently eased me back on the bed. She then leaned over and kissed my mouth, my nipples and tongued my navel.
"Please," I moaned. "Don't stop." She then lay on top of me, her face hovering over my once more raging staff, her hot moist pussy just inches from my face. I felt her warm breath on my cock as she encircled it with her hand...and then...I felt her lips, kissing the helmet of my manhood, then down the staff, kissing my pubic hair, then my balls, which she cradled in her other hand. The kisses became a tongue, which bathed my balls and rigid cock in mind-blowing ecstasy.
