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For your selection of weirdness tonight I will be describing to you bits and pieces of what it was like to lose my virginity:

It began as a text on a Wednesday. He asked me point blank if I wanted to make out with him. Completely out of the blue and out of character for Him.

And I know him. I’ve known Him since 6th grade after I met his awful twin sister. We weren’t inseparable, but we were constantly within each other’s orbits. I wanted to be with a person I trusted and being asked like that I just….yes automatically. I can come up with an introspective reason why, but I knew that it would be fine.

He texted me on a Wednesday and we set a time for Saturday. We had just seen each other in a group of our other friends and it added to the attraction that nobody knows or knew. That’s part of the allure.

I was at his house around 8 in short shorts and an oversized t shirt. I didn’t know what else to do to prepare so I showered beforehand and shaved/waxed down my entire body until I was hairless. I made it into his house and his mother greeted me, as did the sister.

There was this grey sectional couch with leg rests and a cup holding station. I sat closer to it to brace my back against it and face him. He put on a movie and we just sat there each trying to watch it.

It hung over us – what we were about to do I mean. We had talked about boundaries the night before and I told him that I expected him to lead and he seemed to be happy about it.

Set boundaries. I made comments here and there until I looked at him and said “Are you ever going to kiss me?” And he gave me the most fearful expression of desire. “Are YOU ever going to kiss me?” I grabbed his arm then and curled into his chest with a hand on his neck to feel his pulse absolutely flying underneath the skin.

I was so stupid here, I left my eyes open and watched his lips chase me down until they planted on me. He didn’t miss but I definitely pulled away. I’ve never had a man show any sort of force towards me…it was everything.

He is the first kiss I’ve ever chosen…the last kiss I had was from a guy who stole it from me. It was a reaction. He backed me against the consol after I pulled away and I realized I punctured the pretend.

We weren’t rushing anything besides wondered. Our actions were patient.

I put my hands on the side of his face and apologized for doing so and he kissed me again. A peck. I couldn’t focus, I wasn’t behaving like I was a resident of my own skin. To combat this I grabbed his shoulder and got onto his lap fully.

We did some more kissing. In between I grabbed his hands and we locked just so I could hold something. “What can I touch? I already forgot what we said last night.” I had given him a list of places I liked to be touched, of course he’d forget once I was there seated on his lap.

I pulled up my shirt just to remind him of what he was dealing with (32DD) and he set his hands heavy on my hips. “Anywhere you want. Feel free to take”. I was giving him some of myself. I wanted him to TAKE. He pulled down the waistband of my shorts and cupped my bare ass.

“…you ARE wearing a matching set…”

I squirmed a little at that and I think that was the correct move because he suddenly gripped my shoulder really hard. “…can we do that?” He was gaining confidence fast. “Bunny, let me do this for us…”. His hips started rolling and he spread his knees aside. He fully grabbed me by the waist this time. He wasn’t wasting any of it since his hands could go all around it.

We spent some time there. He was running his hands all over my body and it lit me on fire. I swore a lot. We were like flint and steel. He pulled me flush against his chest and forced me to make all these sounds in his ear. I didn’t know I could make half of them but he grabbed my hips and forced them to move exactly how he wanted them too and fuck.

Shivers and panting. My hands on his shoulders, my face buried in his neck. He stopped. “You said I could move you around, can I?” “I said you could do to me as you please” – that bitch picked me up and placed me down on my back then moved my hair out of my face.

More grinding, more grunts, more “fuck”’s from me. He took my right leg and pulled it forward and I was impressed by my own flexibility. I was in a black thong and thin shorts so he could feel what he wanted. He kissed- he nibbled on my neck just to watch my eyes roll.

He stopped then and knelt back. Pulled me by my thighs close to himself. This was so strange, I’ve known him for years, he was that scrawny red-head and now he’s the one looking over me ready to devour? My friend, he’s the one calling me cutesy pet names while he makes me wet?

It was so strange. He asked to touch me then and said he wanted to see how I would react. He set the heel of his hand near my clit and didn’t break eye contact.

“You like that don’t you, Bunny?”

Yes.

Can you believe that? After a while I threw my leg over his shoulder and told him to pause before going further. He said there would be no further because tonight wasn’t gonna be THAT night.

I felt like crying and laughing hysterically because it was so much for me. Not the pain but what comes when you trust someone and know them. He held my hand and I remember that as a sweet gesture. Reminiscent of what we were like when we were younger. He encouraged me for the first few groups of seconds. I was going through it.

But we were both *there*

There was so much time between all of these steps filled with his encouragement or our genuine laughter or new ideas – it was amazed at how much time it was. His pleasure was art in motion.

NSFW: yes

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