First teenage sexual experience
I was 16 and gagging for any hint of a sexual encounter with a girl, but up to this point I hadn’t had much success with the ladies: the high points of my love life had been a sloppy snog in the woods after a disco and an accidental grope. Little did I realise that this would be the night!

It was a party organized by one of the girls at school. It was late, the room was almost pitch black and Frankie Goes to Hollywood was thumping out on the stereo when I found myself talking to Liz: pretty, big boobs and known throughout the school as ‘up for it’. I don’t remember exactly how but somehow we ended up sitting on a sofa, and next thing I knew are mouths were mashed together. Pretty soon we were lying on the sofa, her on top of me, still joined at the lips and I could feel little Ruddles making his presence felt. I started to worry about this, but happily Liz seemed to find it a turn on and started squirming away on top of me. Excellent!

My right arm was already wrapped around Liz. My left arm was trapped between me and the back of the sofa so I decided to try to free it so I could get a good grope of her tits without attracting too much attention from the other party-goers. I started to extricate my left hand, moving it up slowly between us and the sofa until my arm was bent and my hand was approaching her chest. But she was so tightly pressed to me that I couldn’t quite reach. Desperate for some boob-fondling action I wiggled my fingers, inching towards the holy grail, and eventually got close enough to prod with my thumb, and yes, encountering delightfully soft flesh through her top. All this time I was keeping my lips tightly attached to hers, rotating my tongue like a food mixer hoping to distract her from what my hand was up to. I guess my actions had become a little mechanical: Liz whispered in my ear “That’s so sexy”.

But it didn’t put her off: she moved a little to allow me full access to her right breast and plunged her hot tongue into my virgin ear, all the while continuing to grind her crotch against mine. A moment of wonder at how she could multitask like that fluttered through my mind. Next thing I know she’s whispering to me again: “Come on, let’s do it,” and she stood up, took me by the hand and walked towards the door, which I knew led, gulp, to a bedroom.

We went in to the room, finding a bed covered in coats, and fell on it. I felt her hand moving to my trousers. No one had ever touched me there before, I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! “Come on, I want you now,” she muttered, fumbling with my flies as I almost passed out with anticipation.

Just then the door flies open, and in comes Paul. “Hey Liz, you still want that lift back with me? I’m leaving just now.” Liz answers immediately “Ooh yes, I’ll come right away,” and stands up, smoothing out her clothes. I must have emitted a small cry of disappointment as she looked down at me as you might look on a puppy waiting to be fed, smiled, and said “Go on then, I can’t leave you like that can I?”

She knelt down by the bed, unzipped my flies and pulled my cock out. I was leaning up on my elbows, wide-eyed at what was happening. She tugged expertly on my cock a few times, then bobbed her head down in what seemed a suspiciously well-practiced movement as my spunk shot over her head, landing on someone’s suede jacket. I remember thinking, “That’ll be a bugger to get out.”

Then she’s wiping her hand on the bedspread and saying to me “See you around”. She opens the door and leaves. Paul pops his head in and winks. “Thanks for getting her warmed up for me!” Bastard.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:26, 2 replies)

I pity the poor sod
Who owned the suede jacket...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 27 Jun 2008, 11:54, closed)

:)
Good story. At least you got something for the wank bank.
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 28 Jun 2008, 2:05, closed)