Sexual Encounter

We are all adults here, right? So let's get this started...

I was born and raised in a super small town. More like a college town if you ask me. It's simple. Three main streets with, of course, your local Walmart, a few mom and pop stores, and then tons of gas stations. It's home. But it's also a living hell when it comes down to sexual partners. It's almost like they all know each other, and they sit up and talk about how good you were in bed just nights before. But enough on the small town feel. Here is a good read on my first time having sex with the same sex. Please note that the names in this story have been changed to protect the identity of the innocent.

It was the holiday season. You know, the ones where everyone you meet has a cup of liquor in their hands because dealing with hours of family in and out can be so much—a little too much to be honest. New Year's Eve about 13 years ago now. I was drinking and having a good time with friends that I had known for a while at this point. One was a co-worker that just needed time away from her kids for a while. The other was soon to become the father of both of my kids, and well, another was a relative of my sperm donor. We had started drinking at home and made our way to a local bar that would serve you as many drinks as you could hold. Way more than the legal limit. I did say this is a college town, right?

We knew we were all too drunk to return home to our families that night so we decided to get a hotel room. Double bed, of course. Just something to sleep the feeling of being drunk off for a few hours, and then we would return home in the morning. We ended up at a Continental Suites just off 59 South. It's still a hotel and bar combo today. The name has changed, but they offer the same thing as it did 13 years ago. I know that I personally spent about 125 dollars at the bar on shots for the crew. My sperm donor didn't have any money on him and the female friend that was with us didn't have enough to put on anything as well, so we were left with the one other adult in this car who had money to book a hotel room. His name was Mike.

Mike booked the room and we took the keys to hurry up and get in bed. I recall taking off my clothes halfway up the elevator. It's what I do when I get drunk. I strip. Down to nothing, in most cases. I jumped in the shower because I also hate being sticky and sweaty. During the time that I was in the shower, the guys dared Monica to come shower with me and she could clean me as I did the same. Remind you, I'm wasted. I didn't care who was in the shower with me. They were holding me up more than anything.

We showered and dried off to get in bed. I planned on getting in bed with my sperm donor and get some whisky dick for the night, but the boys had other plans. They wanted to see two girls get it on. I'm drunk, she's drunk, so why not, right?

She sat down on the edge of the bed. I got down on my knees and took her soft, pink nipples into my mouth. Instantly, I was hooked. I wanted more. I wanted to know what she tasted like. I had masturbated and tasted myself several times, but she was white. Snow white. Seemed untouched and so pure so I had to try it out. I continued as she moaned and grabbed my head to pull me in closer. At that point, I was at the point of no return. I wanted it all and all for myself.

I went lower until I was able to spread her legs wide open. There it was. So clean and fresh. You could tell she shaved in preparation on getting some that night. So the area of her sweet vagina was smooth. I didn't want to waste another minute. I dove in, mouth wide open, to get a taste of her flower. I wanted her to moan and scream my name—and believe me, I stayed down there long enough to come up with a face full of her cream. She tasted sweet, natural, and amazing. I wanted more, but the boys wanted to get some action so we stopped.

Later on that night, once we started to sober up, we came to terms with what had taken place. Neither of us were upset or concerned on where that put us in our friendship at all. Matter of fact, we met in the bathroom so that I could go down again, and this time she returned the favor. She tasted just as good the second time around. Monica was the first female that ever made me squirt and like it.