Hi everyone! My name is Megan. I am 26 years old and would like to write about my first sexual experience. If you decide to read this, you will have to pardon my grammar and punctuation. This is my first time writing a story and figured I would draw on experience to help.
It all started when I was 18. Looking back I perceive myself as a dorky kid. My father was a lieutenant on the police force and kept me under lock and key. My extracurricular activities included track and studying over a friend's house. Parties and things of that nature were off limits to me. Having sleepover's at Brandy's house was as wild as it got. We could talk about the boys at school and the gossip that was going around.
I had an athletic build, with small breasts. My hair was long and brown and my best feature was my green eyes. I was self conscious about my small breasts. I even bought a B cup bra thinking they needed room to grow. Really though, thinking back, it was because it made my chest look bigger. I spoke to a female doctor once (I could never have confided in a male doctor about my breasts) and she told me a lot of athletes have small breasts, something to do with lower body fat. I didn't believe her because some of the cheerleaders had low body fat, except in the right places. Fuck, I am rambling! Sorry!
Anyway, my boring life was about to come to an end. Brandy's parents were going away for the Memorial Day weekend to visit her grandparents and Brandy's brother was home from college. He was to be in charge while they were away. I convinced my mom to let me spend the long weekend over Brandy's house, but still needed my dad's ok. I had something in my favor though, Darren (Brandy's brother) was the star running back when he was in high school and my father loved football. When my father came home from work, I asked him if I could spend the weekend at Brandy's. He smiled and said what are you not telling me? I hated when he did that cop thing to me. His tone changed and you always felt like you were being interrogated. Sighing, I told him the situation about Brandy's parents and how Darren, who is very responsible, I added, would be in charge. No, he said. No, I said. That's it, just No? He replied, yep, just no. I was fuming, but I knew better than to argue with him. I ran up to my room.
Later that night after I refused to come to supper, I was brooding on my bed when my father came in. He sat on my bed and said, I hate to tell you no pumpkin, but it is my job to protect you. I am sure Darren is considered to be a very responsible boy, but boys at that age make choices that aren't usually done with a lot of forethought. This was the opening I was hoping for. Waterworks time! I started to cry and grabbed him in a big hug. I told him while sobbing that he never lets me do anything. All the other kids are going to parties this weekend and Brandy and I are stuck home. School is almost out and I will have another long and boring summer. My friends will all be driving to the beach together, going to concerts and parties. You won't even let me get my drivers permit, so I am stuck at home doing nothing, again. I bet you didn't have to stay at home every day when you were my age. I could feel him giving in. His body went from being rigid to somewhat softer. I made my move. Going from hugging to holding both his hands, I told him, Daddy, you could call Brandy's parents. I let go of one of his hand to wipe my tears and quickly grabbed it back. You could speak to Darren; he really is much older inside than his age implies. He would set your mind at ease. Please Daddy, please Daddy, please Daddy.
Ok, pumpkin he replied, I will talk to them, but I am not promising anything. Will you call right now I asked? I know they are all home and you probably won't get them all home again, not before Friday. He sighed and said he would. Bingo I thought. I should have gotten an Academy Award for that performance. I smiled to myself, thinking I was going to have a whole weekend of freedom.
I rushed down stairs to make sure my dad made the call. He looked at me and knew I was pressuring him. He picked up the phone and called Brandy's house. He spoke briefly with Brandy's parents and then Darren got on the phone. I listened the best I could and realized he was talking about football. This was good I thought, he wasn't grilling him on what was going on this weekend or was he laying down the law. I waited for my answer and waited and waited. Finally I sat down at the kitchen table to wait. After a year (really about a half hour), he hung up. He didn't even look at me and walked into the living room. I felt like a puppy, trailing behind him. He walked into the den and sat at his desk, still the bastard wouldn't look at me. I finally couldn't take it anymore and said WELL? He laughed and told me as long as I check in regularly I could go. I jumped up and down and ran over and hugged him. He smiled and started telling me about Darren's football career in college. I had to tune him out, I mean who cares?
Brandy and I conspired all week, we figured that when Darren's girlfriend came over we could split and even if he did notice, he would have to make the choice of getting laid or coming to find us. No way would he call my father or her parents. Brandy said that there was a keg party at the gravel pit and figured we could go as long as we split if anyone started to get rowdy. I obviously couldn't be there if the cops showed up. All the cops new me and it would take half a heart beat before my father found out. He would send me to some nunnery in Montana or someplace like that.