Virginity

I remember when I first lost my virginity.

I was 18. I had traveled up to New York to see my long-distance boyfriend at the time. We'll call him Arthur. It was late winter, nearly springtime and, of course, there was still a lot of snow laying around in this northern state. I had purchased a train ticket, planning on staying at his house while his parents were away for the week. I was nervous, excited, and simply giddy. I was in love, after all.

When I first laid my eyes on Arthur at the train station, it was like my heart nearly stopped beating. He had a tall, thin figure, with amazing full black hair and intense brown eyes. His face was chiseled with a sharp jaw and a very Italian nose. He was drop-dead gorgeous; incredibly handsome. He approached me and pulled me close in a tight hug. He left an arm around my shoulders, leaning in to say, "Welcome to New York."

He took my luggage and I followed him to his car. He was talking as we walked, rambling on about a new video game he was trying out. I slid into the passenger seat, and he continued talking as he sat in the driver's seat. He stopped talking suddenly, looking at me with those big, brown eyes of his. He leaned in and kissed me softly for several seconds, to which I blushed and turned my head away, smiling and speechless. That was our first official kiss.

We drove to his place, and when we settled in his small house—to which I was greeted by his sweet golden retriever. We sat in his living room couch, cuddling. We talked, and kissed, and talked some more. He eventually pulled this bed from the couch, on which we laid together and made-out. My loins were on fire, and I couldn't take much more. Even though we just met in person that day, I asked him coyly if we could have sex.

"Are you sure?" he asked me with mild concern in his voice, raising an eyebrow. I nodded, blushing.

"I'll go get the condom," he sighed, almost as if he didn't want to, but perhaps that was just my own insecurity making it seem that way.

As he disappeared up the steps to his room, I didn't hesitate to take off my clothes. Even though I was a virgin, I was eager. He came down the steps, took his clothes off as well, and I saw that big penis of his in person for the first time. He saw me staring as he put the condom on, to which he smirked and asked, "What?"

I shook my head. He chuckled softly and said, "You like?"

I nodded, biting my bottom lip. As I laid on my back, he crawled on top of me, and we kissed passionately for a while, him grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples, making me gasp a bit. He teased his cock against my wet pussy, sliding in between my lips, the head grazing at my sensitive clit. He had stopped kissing me and whispered, "Are you ready?"

I nodded, nearly moaning a "Yes." He slid himself inside me, and I gasped in pleasure. His cock was so warm inside me, and he briefly asked me if I was okay.

I said, "Yes, more than okay."

He slowly started to thrust in and out, in and out, and it felt incredible. I whimpered and moaned softly, holding onto his back, silently willing him to go faster. As if he heard me, Arthur started thrusting in faster, the head hitting my womb. I gasped and moaned even louder and more consistently. The sounds of his pounding was loud and wet, every thrust making me whimper and tighten around him even more. He went even harder, pounding me, my cries of pleasure echoing around the house.

"I'm cumming!" he announced, and gave one last, hard thrust as his cum rushed inside the condom, but I still felt the warmth. He slid out of me, his breathing labored.

"You were so tight, like a vise," he commented, taking off the condom and running into the kitchen to throw it away. He came back, still breathing hard, as he laid next to me and wrapped his arm around me. "How was it for you?"

"It was amazing," I sighed, closing my eyes as I snuggled up to him.

The next morning, we decided to take a shower together. It wasn't as sexy as I had hoped it would be, as the most that happened were a few kisses here and there, but it wasn't until we finished showering something incredible happened.

I was standing in front of the sink, drying my hair, and I was naked despite some panties I was wearing. Suddenly, Arthur was behind me, and he started pulling my panties down.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and before I knew it, he bent me over in front of the sink and slid his hard cock inside my unsuspecting pussy. I cried in pleasure and surprise, and it felt so good; much better than missionary. He did not hesitate and immediately started pounding me hard and fast, making my entire body tingle and making me moan loudly. Every thrust felt like a jolt of lightning. He pounded me so hard that it hit my womb recklessly, and I loved every second of it. His bare penis felt amazing and warm. He pounded me for what felt like several minutes until he told me to turn around as he was about to finish. I kneeled in front of him, opening my mouth, and as he stroked his cock that was wet from my juices, he started shooting his load into my mouth. That was the first time I tasted cum, and it was very salty. But, like the good girl that I was, I swallowed to his amazement.

To be continued with more of my sex-stories...