My defloration happened shortly after I had just turned 18. I had had many opportunities to have penetrative sex before but for some reason I had never gone 'all the way' as my parents generation might have said. I don't think it was because of my catholic upbringing. I am sure my mother's feminist determination to show her daughters what a clitoris was and it's function and my father's leftover hippy values of doing things like that safely and without guilt had affected me. Nevertheless whilst I had become quite deft at giving fabulous hand jobs and reasonable head for my age I had never quite allowed my sexual exploits to progress beyond mutual masturbation to penetration.
Most guys I dated either exploded in their pants or were happy with what I could do with my hands and mouth. I knew it had to happen one day and after a succession of waiting for someone I really loved to take me that next step I finally came to the point where I had decided that I would simply wait for the man who made me genuinely so horny that I wanted him to be inside me. Strangely enough that rarely happened with guys I dated who were my own age. As nice as some of them were their inexperience with giving me pleasure had led me to hang out with a lot of older guys.
Since I was very young my sister and I had pretty well always passed as twins. She is 18 months older and 20. This particular night, we had both been invited to the twenty first-birthday party of a girlfriend, Stephanie, and so that we could party on we arranged to sleep over. I knew there were going to be lots of cute older guys at the party so I spent a lot of time choosing clothes and putting on makeup so I looked older. I remember choosing an incredibly tarty outfit that evening. I wore a very, very short purple mini dress that hugged my body very nicely and emphasised my trim little figure. It had shoes string straps and was cut low enough to show the little cleavage that I could show in my low cut purple satin and lace pushup bra beneath the short hemline. I wore matching hi -cut purple bikini panties. All purple, right down to my hi-heels.
My Sister Felicity was dressed to kill too in a hot pink mini skirt and white camisole top. She and her boyfriend had been doing it and going steady for some time. It was Felicity's BF that gave us a lift to the party and we arrived when the place was in full swing, lots of noise, music dancing and groups chatting and drinking. After we'd given the gift to Stephanie and chatted for a while I was introduced to this a group of university students (mostly guys) and I flirted and chatted to them trying not to sound like a school girl just being mysterious and witty without actually bullshitting outright- I don't like dishonesty.
One guy ended up talking to me pretty well exclusively though the others were all keen to impress me. I think the skimpy dress had something to do with that. They certainly scanned me every time I moved. The guy who gave me the most attention was quite tall for me. At 6 foot quite the biggest guy I had ever dated. He had beautiful hazel eyes and short stylish haircut. He was athletic but lean and muscular. He was intelligent and what attracted me to him a lot was his wit and humour. Strangely he was like a young version of my Dad. He would have been around 26 or so which to me was definitely an older man. He asked me to dance and I accepted and he moved nicely. I like that in a guy can't stand gawky dancers, anyway we danced quite a bit and I was quite suggestive with my movements too I might add.
He got me several drinks in fact they kept coming. I think he was priming me for what was to come but at the time I didn't think about it much, just enjoyed the conversations. He was a very gentle and cute looking guy and I was enjoying being with him. As the night progressed I got a little merry, well quite drunk actually, and we danced drank and chatted a lot.
As it got later the mood changed there was a lot of pairing off and snogging and the music got slower and more in the background. We danced to a slow song and a few couples were half dancing half humping each other in the semi darkness of the room. I too began to feel horny and pressed myself against him as we danced. His arms around me, our bodies close together, the heat and scent of each other filled our senses I started to feel extremely excited. We danced pressed together for a while I could tell he was horny too, or at least feel him against me. The idea that just by holding me he was getting an erection made me feel extremely sexy and added to my already horny state of mind. I looked up and kissed him and then we just couldn't keep our hands off each other. We petted standing up kissing and caressing he squeezed my bottom caressed it and I pressed against his hardening cock, breathing heavily and French kissing him.
