First Time
At age 20, I was still a virgin. During my high school days when my girlfriends were bragging about their sexual exploits I would just listen. What could I say? Saying that I’m saving myself for marriage would’ve sounded stupid to them. Besides that, I didn’t even go out very much.
Anyway, an afternoon in June just two weeks after my birthday saw me in my favorite pizza shop on Main Street with a guy named Ron whom I was seeing for the first time. At first neither of us seemed to know what to say but we soon figured it out.
I learned right up front that Ron and my girlfriend Lynne are first cousins. Though 25, he and Lynne hung out sometimes. Her brother Jack had been Ron’s best friend.
A blond girl probably not older than me brought our Margherita pizza cut into 8 slices on an elevated tray.
I asked my date, “have you ever been on the cruise past the Kennedy compound.”
“No I haven’t,” he replied.
“I’ve done that. I also spent a couple of days on Marthas Vinyard last summer and a couple of days on Nantucket.”
“I’ve never been to either of those places. I used to live on Long Island. Nowadays I live near here and work at Raytheon.”
“That’s a long ride.”
“I work from home. There are not enough cubicals for all the engineers.”
“How much of Long Island did you see?”
“The mansions on Gold Coast. I grew up in Sayville on the south shore.”
“Have you ever been to The Hamptons?”
“I dikmen escort spent a couple of days in a cottage on East Hampton.”
He talked about growing up in Sayville, being a jock and attending Cape Cod League baseball games. What do I care about baseball? We were each eating our fourth slice when I said, “tell me about girls you’ve dated.”
“What’s there to tell?”
“Any long-lived relationships, short-lived relationships?”
“I dated this girl named Jane in high school. She wasn’t doing as much as she claimed.”
“Really,” I said.
“Yah really.”
“How long did you date her?”
“Four months during senior year,” he replied.
“The girls I hung out with back then were always bragging.”
“Take that with a grain of salt.”
Nobody likes to admit to being a virgin, especially at that age. I suspected that my girlfriends knew I wasn’t getting any.
Was she not letting you get her out of her panties or did you not try?
Having finished our pizza and beer we walked to the docks and sat on a bench. There we chatted until after sunset while observing people.
Saturday morning found me and Lynne walking through the neighborhood engaging in girl talk. I did say that I wanted to see her cousin again.
The temperature has soared into the nineties so we’re dressed for the weather.
I’m wearing a gray solid rib brami with blue cutoffs emek escort and sandals.
Lynne is wearing a white ribbed v-neck crop top, cutoffs and sandals.
As it turned out, I did get to see Ron again. In a romantic moment he placed a hand on my bare thigh as we rode the ferris wheel. Night had fallen. Powerful bulbs illuminated the carnival grounds. At the apex we leaned into an open-mouth kiss. The wheel completed a quarter turn before our heads backed away putting an inch between our noses.
On the ride to his apartment I spoke candidly.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend.”
“You’re quite attractive Stevie.”
Hearing a man say that made me smile. He’s charming.
“Jane was my first girlfriend. In college I dated Kristen for a year.”
“Did you have sex with her? Kristen I mean.”
“We did.”
I’ll bet he’s smoking hot naked. I can’t wait to get it on with him.
Ron closed the door softly behind us. In his dark livingroom he pulled me into an open-mouth kiss then, after seconds, stepped back only to get undressed. Within half a minute we stood naked eyeball to eyeball.
“Like I said, you do have a nice body.”
I took his penis in a loose grip, stroked it for a couple of seconds then released it.
Seeing a man naked for the first time is quite the turn-on. I went to my knees. With my mouth against the pink head, I puckered my lips.
“Suck eryaman escort me baby.”
My lips slid the full six-inch length of the shaft that is his dick. My toungue swiped side to side as the head touched my throat. I slid my tongue back slowly almost releasing the succulent morsel.
Ron brushed my hair with his palm while fingering my left nipple. He slid fingers to my other breast, pinched it then rubbed the areola lightly.
Meanwhile I kept his dick enjoying it’s taste on my tongue.
Giving him a blow job was awesome, but I wanted much more than that. My first experience had to include vaginal intercourse. Ron did not disappoint me.
He extended a hand helping me to stand then led me into the bedroom.
He came down atop me, his thick pecs touching my size A boobs. He moved his lips on my neck putting kiss after kiss while his cock slid to my G spot then slowly backward.
I awoke beside him in a room brightened by the sun. He was stil lying on his side facing away toward the bedroom door. I had slept facing the window. I let a few seconds pass before shaking him making him roll around and prop his torso on his forearms.
I looked into his eyes. The look gave way to our first kiss of the day.
“I was 19 when I had sex for the first time. Her name was Melissa. She and Kristen were friends.”
Was she any good? I shouldn’t ask that.
“Let me take you to breakfast. ‘Egg and I’ is a good place.”
“We’ll go. Take a shower with me.”
We stood toe to toe in the tub. I held his penis loosely while the shower rinsed away the soap from his flesh.
The time was coming up on 9 o’clock when we were seated at an outdoor table in the popular eatery. My boyfriend and I looked at the menus at the same time.