It was raining and freezing in mid May. I was completely sober but I knew he was more than drunk and high. I felt anticipation and nerves as I went out the door and said our goodbyes.
I went to my car and unlocked it, and he got inside. I wanted to turn it on, but then he looked at me with bright, excited eyes and I immediately climbed over him in the passenger seat. We started making out, our trembling hands wandering all over each other. After a while of our games he lifted my sweater and started sucking on my nipples. It was soft, almost imperceptible, but it was just right for my first time. I eagerly slid my hands into his pants and started rubbing his cock. I only knew I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.
That’s when people started coming out of the building into the street, and we knew we could be seen. So I climbed back into the driver’s seat and drove off. I was completely lost, following his directions, until we arrived to a dark alley. We decided to go to the back seat, and we started all over again.
This time, it was hotter, faster and I was trembling. He had trouble getting off my shorts, but when he did, he got both the shorts and my panties off. It was the first time I had ever been so naked in front of anyone.
He kept kissing me and rubbing my intimate parts and I couldn’t even focus on anything. He started fingering me and I just prayed, to anything and everything, to let me have him that night. And that is when he went downtown. He started kissing my legs and stomach and then I could only feel his hands on my ass and his tongue inside of me. I was on the border, making noises I didn’t know I was capable of doing.
After a while of it, I decided to be generous and return the favor. I flipped him on his back and sat next to him in the seat as I sucked his cock. He never even stopped fingering me.
I asked for a condom but what the hell, we took our chances. We were safe with each other and that’s what mattered. He pushed me against the seat and climbed on me awkwardly. “I want you so much.”, he said in the most desperate and quiet voice I had ever heard.
He entered me carefully and I couldn’t feel the pain I was expecting. I could only feel him going every time faster and deeper and stronger. I kept worrying about the time and my phone ringing and who was on the other side of the line, but it felt so fucking good that I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.
Eventually, I did stop him. We cleaned ourselves up, kissed goodbye and parted ways. I was pissed off and satisfied, and I just wanted to keep going and never stop.
And that, my friends, is the story of my very first time.