"Ending My Virginity"
by Marci
A few of the girls in my dorm have written stories for your
web site and have encouraged me to do the same. I don't have any
stories about group sex, gang bangs, experiments with lesbianism, or
hooking up for incestuous sex with my brother or cousin. I just want
to share how I gave my virginity away.
It was four years ago, just at the end of my sophomore year. Most of
my girl friends had already experienced sex and I was eager to find out
what all the fuss was about.
Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others
said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I
would be able to enjoy it. I have a small pussy, or so I thought
from doing comparisons with some of my girl friends. The thought that
my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.
The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find
a guy who would be willing to deflower me.
I'm an attractive and exotic looking girl of mixed heritage - I'm
Philippino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you
could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and
long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is
framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and
I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic
look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth
and athletic and a really nice ass. My measurements are 34B-23-32 so
I look really good in a bikini.
So I really wanted to loose my virginity but I didn't want to just toss
it away to some big
ego-ed jock who would fuck me then brag to anyone who would listen.
I suppose most schools have that competition going on where guys try to
bang as many girls as possible. I made up my mind that I wasn't
going to spread my legs for a guy who only thought of me as a chance to
earn more points.
There was a guy, a year older than me who had always been really nice
to me. He was the kind of guy who was nice to everybody. I know he
once went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a girl who - to put it kindly -
was far from attractive just because she asked him. He had more than
his share of more attractive girls who were eager to get to know him
better...a lot better. I knew several girls who said they wouldn't
mind going to bed with him.
I knew he didn't have a girl friend, but I had also heard the he had a
least 3 or 4 female friends who he made love with on a fairly regular
basis. He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to fuck a lot of girls
to build up his ego and he wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his
conquests. The only reason I knew about some of the girls he had
been with is I over heard three of them talking about the fun one of
them had with him the evening before. I started to wonder how I could
get into his little circle of sex partners.
Like I said, he had always been really nice to me. A few months
earlier he saw me standing at a bus stop in a rain storm. He pulled
over and offered me a ride and wound up driving way out of his way to
take me home. He was also the reason I was a new member of the JV
Cheerleading squad. He was running for Student Council President (he
won) and while he was campaigning I confided in him that I was thinking
about trying out for cheerleading, but lacked the confidence. I had a
definite fear of rejection. He encouraged me, telling me that I had
the charisma and gracefulness and athletic ability to do it. He also
said fear of rejection was no reason not to try since rejection is a
possibility at any stage in life. I could learn to deal with its
possibility now or much later in life.
After I tried out and made it, I felt like I owed him a debt of
gratitude. When I found out I had made the squad, I ran up and gave
him a huge hug since he had been the one who encouraged me, and I
thanked him for making it possible. He told me my success was all my
own and that all he did was give me something to think about. I found
myself developing a big crush on him.
So when I decided to become sexually active, I decided I would like to
have him be the one to deflower me.
He is Japanese by ancestry. I think there was some element of wanting
to do it with somebody who was also Asian by heritage. Not that I'm
racially biased, it just seemed like I could feel a connection to
somebody who could identify with the occasional sense of racial
isolation that an Asian student could have in a mostly white school.
Even though I had lots of friends and nobody had ever shown overt
bigotry toward me, I sometimes felt set apart.
There was also a sense that since Asians are supposed to have smaller
penises, being with him wouldn't be painful.
A couple days after my being named to the squad, and after he won his
election, I was waiting at the bus stop. He pulled up and offered me
a ride. I told him I'd like to treat him to pizza or something some
evening to thank him for his encouragement. It would be a joint
celebration of our victories. He said that would be great, but he
wanted to treat me and we made a date for the upcoming weekend. I
felt so elated that he said yes.
The next day at school he came by my locker and gently took my arm and
walked me to the school cafeteria. I found myself sitting with him
and all the high achieving kids that made up his circle of friends.
His best friend, a girl, was there. I had heard that they had dated
for a while but had broken up, and I thought it was unusual that they
were the best of friends. She is a really cute blonde and had just
been elected Senior Class Vice President, and she was also captain of
the girl's soccer team, so she enjoyed her own high level of
popularity. She's also so sweet and unpretentious.
After school, I was again waiting at the bus stop when she pulled up
and offered me a ride. As we were driving along she told me that her
friend, the target of my crush was really flattered that I wanted to go
out with him. She said he really found me attractive and had said
that I have one of the nicest pairs of legs in school.
I asked if the two of them had really dated for a while and she
confirmed it. She added that it just didn't work out. They had been
friends for so long and before they dated they just couldn't adjust to
the change in their relationship. They argued a lot and finally
decided that they were better off being best friends again. Then she
added that one good thing came from it, she got to lose her virginity
to somebody she really loved, even if it was friendship love as opposed
to deep romantic love.
She had been involved sexually with a number of guys after him and he
was the best. Not that he had the most spectacular body or the
biggest penis. He was just so caring and considerate. He had
actually read everything he could about performing oral sex on a girls
so that he could give her as much pleasure as possible. I thought
that was so cool and really told me something about him He had, she
told me, given three of her friends some really enjoyable sexual
experiences. Two gave their cherries to him.
She asked me if I had ever had sex and of course I told her I hadn't.
She said my pizza date on Friday could be my big night.
Now I really wanted that to happen. She told me to wear a mini skirt
to show my legs off, and that a short top that showed off my naval
would be nice, he was really turned on flat tummies and tiny waists.
She also told me that if I wanted to do it in a big cozy bed, I could
bring him to her house because her parents were going to be out of
town.
I joked that it sounded like she was pimping for me. She laughed and
said it wouldn't be the first time he brought a date to her house.
All three of her best girl friends had made love with him in her bed.
They, along with her were the only 4 girls he had ever had sex with.
He was certainly popular and cute enough to have other girls in his
life. But she said he felt lucky to be able to make love with 4 cute
girls (with great bodies) and didn't need to look elsewhere. He had
told her that he didn't want to have casual sex with girls he barely
knew. He only wanted to be with girls he felt some connection with.
She told me that I could definitely be one of those girls.
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So we went out for pizza and had a great time playing miniature golf
afterwards. After I lost to him on purpose, I worked up the nerve to
tell him that his best friend had invited us to stop by her house.
Of course he knew what that meant asked me if I was sure I wanted to
do that. I really did and I told him so.
Fifteen minutes later we were in his friend's bedroom and I was
slipping my bra off. I have nicely shaped B-cup breasts with pinkish
brown nipples that, including the areola are about 3/4 of an inch
across. I really liked letting him see them. He kissed and
sucked my nipples, and oh so gently bit them. It felt so good.
He kissed me all over my flat tummy as he caressed my thighs. When
he slipped my panties off, he gently blew a warm stream of breath on my
exposed lips. I have a pretty pussy with delicate brown lips and a
really pink interior. He told me its beautiful before he slipped his
tongue into it.
Then he got undressed and I saw how trim and muscular he was. He
was a varsity wrestler and it showed. I then saw an erect penis for
the first time. It was so cute. I had nothing to compare it to
but I just knew it was shaped so nicely. It wasn't very big, only
about 5 inches long and I have had much larger ones inside of me since
then. But his looked so beautiful. The head was swollen so much
that the purple skin was stretched to the point where it was shiny and
looked like it was going to burst. I could see small veins running
along it and around it, and I could see them pulsing.
I took the cute little head in my mouth and managed to take all but an
inch of it down my throat. It was so much fun. I explored the
little flap that starts just below the opening, and I opened the little
slit and tried to lick inside of it. After a few minutes I felt his
penis start to throb and flex and I got my first taste of warm, salty
semen. I wasn't grossed out at all and I gladly swallowed it.
Then he gently helped me up off my knees and guided me onto my back on
the bed. He gently licked my pussy and got it good and wet. Then
I watched in fascination as his penis moved toward my waiting little
virgin hole. The head felt so warm and soft against my dainty outer
lips so he spread them. There was a brief moment of pain as the head
pushed past the tightest part of a pussy at the beginning of the
vaginal canal. But once his head was past it, the rest went easily
and painlessly into me.
His firm stomach and the soft pad of his groin were pushed up against
my tummy and crotch area. He didn't start pumping right away
because he said he wanted to savor being inside of me for the first
time. We exchanged long, loving kisses as he slowly began moving in
and out of me. I could feel him drawing almost all the way out of me
and gently pushing all the way in with every stroke.
I came twice before he injected my little vagina with a load of hot
cum. It felt so good. It began with a rapid twitching of his penis
then I felt 3 distinct spurts against my inner walls. A brief worry
went through my mind since I had only been taking the pill for a few
weeks, I hoped they had time to take effect.
We relaxed and cuddled with him still inside of me and my long pretty
legs around him.
He's only an inch taller than me but really muscular, and he easily
lifted me and turned us over so that I could ride him cowgirls style.
We also tried some doggie before returning to missionary. We must
have tried at least 10 variations of it with my legs over his
shoulders, with my thighs pressed up against my chest, with him
kneeling so we could both watch his penis moving in and out of me and
on and on. He had already cum twice so he was able to keep going
without shooting another load into me, which gave me a chance to cum
several more times.
An hour and a half later, we thanked our hostess and he took me home.
That was the beginning of a year and a half of frequent sex with him.
We still have sex from time to time, but our opportunities to get
together were fewer after he graduated. Now we probably only make
love once a month but its always good.
I wasn't the only partner he had that next year of school. He was
after all, Student Council President and a lot of girls wanted to be
with him. Also, I couldn't expect him to give up the other 4 girls
he made love with before he and I hooked up. I had other sexual
partners too. My partners were older guys who didn't go to our
school. I wasn't going to be a point on anybody's scorecard and I
didn't want to get a reputation.
He knew I was screwing other guys and was only concerned that I
practiced safe sex which I did. He and my big brother's two best
friends were the only ones I trusted enough to let them cum directly
inside of me.
My brother of course, was happy that I was letting his two best friends
make love with me because he didn't want me taking risks with
strangers.
So that's how I began my sex life. It may not be as interesting as
some other stories or offer up a lot of masturbation fantasy images,
but I think its important for younger girls to know that they don't
have to throw their cherries away in a meaningless relationship.
- The End -
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