The very first time I was eaten?
It was with my long time boyfriend, but, because I am a Good Christian Girl I refused to allow vaginal and penis penetration before marriage because of the lie my mother told me about a man's sperm being toxic and too potent. I was still so naive about anything sexual so I believed what she told me. She told me that a man's sperm was so potent that if his sperm got anywhere near the opening of the vagina... even from across the room... a baby would be made. Not COULD... but would. A definite conclusion. That fear mongering kept me from having real sex until I much more secure. While many of my friends were already moved out, or married, or having children out of wedlock... I still remained "old school," true.
Most of the time my boyfriend and I just used our hands on each other. We loved kissing. We'd passionately deep tongue kiss for hours while he would finger me and I'd stroke him into cumming.
He was still living at home for the time begin and he, too, was a devout Christian. We both felt anything more than just touching or kissing was a sin. One summer night while his parents were at a fellowship meeting at our church we decided to remain home with the excuse that I had a headache. We were in his bedroom with the lights off watching something on Hulu. I remember him muting the sound and we started passionately kissing. The light flickering from the Tv made it kind of romantic.
Up to this point in our sexual exploring we kept our clothes on except for exposing our own wet and hard parts. Our Christian beliefs and all. Once he found his own apartment we could feel more safe and secure. Somehow during this particular pleasure exchange he became fully bottomless and I was completely nude. We had been doing our usual thing. Fingering and stroking. This time he began to explore by kissing me all over my body. This was the very first time he ever licked and kissed my breasts. I remember my nipples being rock hard, and every time he licked or sucked on them I'd feel a shock wave through my vagina. Like my breasts and vagina were hardwired connected. He'd squeeze them really tightly. It was a painful pleasure of hurting that forced a moan from me. I was so wet from all these new sensations. 5 minutes of breasts and nipples play I remember him working his way down... down... then her began to lick and kiss around my inner thighs. I became very nervous.
I remember that I tried a couple of times to make him stop playing down there... we was getting too close and I was afraid we wouldn't be able to stop. Even though I was proud of my "Good Christian Girl status," I often did crave to feel that physical pleasure God designed for us as male and female. Scared I somehow knew his toxic/potent forbidden sperm would be involved too close to my vagina and we'd accidentally make a baby.
I remember him pulling my arms over my head and pinning them down. Kissing me hard with his entire body on top of mine. I felt his erection between my legs. Then looking me in the eyes he could feel my apprehension. He softly reassured me, "BabyGirl, just relax. I promise not to make you worry." I knew exactly what that meant, and I took a deep breath of calming.
