When I was 18 to 23 or so, I used to drink and dance a lot. Spent lots of time in clubs.
This one night, I was with some friends and spent the night dancing on a platform with anyone who was up there. Well, one of the girls in our group decided she like the way that I danced.
I was mid 18 or so and a virgin. I knew how to move and was able to do a lot of funky things fooling around, but I had decided not to give it up yet. I had not even had a blow job at this time.
Hell, I had never even masturbated. I was brought up thinking this kind of thing was wrong. My own body was off limits. It took a very special woman to fix this. Maybe that will be a story for later.
I had a few girlfriends in the past and had turned into a hell of a kisser. It took some effort with the first one, but several girls had enjoyed the benefits of her efforts. Hell, I had made a few encounters very intense with just a tongue and purring. What I learned late, I learned well. And built on it.
Give me five minutes with a woman's nipples and she would be grinding her moist pussy all over my leg. It never went further than that. Women like to talk about how Men don't know how to satisfy them. Well, when we are younger, girls don't know how to be satisfied or how to get a boy into that thoughtless zone where making her feel as intense and alive as he does it the ONLY objective in his life.
Because of that, my clothes had always stayed on. It was ok for me to fondle their tits and make them wet, but touching me was crossing the line. Thank God I found a few women later on that knew how to ask for what they needed.
It ended up that my first sexual encounter where my body was the objective was one night at a party where two of my female friends where sleeping on the same pull out couch as me. They kept grabbing my belt and undoing it. Being shy I would do it back up. This was the follow-up to a little encounter of the same kind earlier in the party.
Somehow I had ended up on the lap of one of my female friends. Well, to stir up trouble, she undid my belt and ripped open my pants. I was in too much shock to react and stop her. A large group of people were in the room. Everyone started laughing as we wrestled a little bit. No big deal... until our friend's mother walked around the corner. A pillow was thrown on my lap before Mrs. Friend's Mom saw what was going on.