It was the year before high school. I was sixteen and went to a mixed boarding school. It was situated in the middle of nowhere. This prevented us from sneaking out to get alcohol, snacks and whatever else a teenager could want to take his/her mind of school, as the nearest town was a 1.5 hour bicycle ride away.
There were four different "focuses" to chose from; Art, Music and Theatre, Media and Gymnastics. As you can imagine, this mend that children of all sorts and interests went there.
I, myself, was an art student (the smallest group) and a geeky girl, who took the most advanced classes in nearly everything.
This, I suppose, was part of the reason, why the main part of the boys (the jocks) did not take any interest in me. Not, that I was not wanted. I had quite a few boys following me around, but it did not evolve for three reasons:
1. I was a carrier focused student, who did not care much for the student society nor notice possible advances, and unintentionally seemingly very cold. (Yeah, I know. I wouldn't like the old me either!)
2. I was a virgin at the time. As many girls I did want to lose it, but was also very afraid of it.
3. I had had many, but short "relationships" in the past. I had a terrible commitment problem, and was notorious for dumping guys almost immediately. To me, being someone’s girlfriend
was the same as being owned
by someone. I felt trapped and ran for my life.
I was the type of girl, who developed early, and boys had always wanted to touch me. At the age of sixteen I looked noticeably more like a woman, than the other girls. The boys, who hung around me, where just like all the others had been. I didn't expect any of them to be different.
Jean was the sort of boy, who by the looks of him, had nearly nothing in common with me. I was the a polished geek girl with shirts and high heels. He was one of the schools gothboys and a lazy underachiever. I hung out with the goths from time to time. They liked me and accepted me, which was reciprocated.
He was a bit older than me, and certainly not the wildest in his group.
He treated me very different. He bought me flowers and spoke to me, like he really cared. This was very new to me, and at first I was a little put off by it. I got used to the idea however. A little time passed, and we began to go together. We were not officially boyfriend and girlfriend, because as you know, I couldn't stand the thought. This made us the talk of the school
, as everyone wanted us to admit our love
Cuddling became less and less innocent, and I guess, we both felt it was soon time to take it a step further. Looking back we didn't talk much. We usually just lay in his bed - watching a film or something.
He was especially keen on having sex. Aren't boys always?
Anyway, I didn't actually think through whether I really wanted to or not. I had a very liberal mother, who actually thought, that me being a virgin mend I was a complete outsider. Yeah... I was more occupied with the immediate problem: Having sex was naturally against the rules. Every night at nine, we were to be in out beds - nowhere else, and they actually walked rounds to see that we were.
We decided to do it in his room, as my roommate's boyfriend practically lived in ours. We had to plan it carefully, so that we both had a class off, but his room-mate would be in school. Finally, the day arrived.
I was preparing in my room. I was really falling for the guy. I took a long shower and washed my hair as well. I loved the smell of it, when I had used conditioner. As I dried my hair, I realised, I had no idea what to wear.
A silly notion, if you think about it. I put on a baby-pink set of underwear, which I thought was the cutest one I had. I went through my closet, but all my best clothes suddenly seemed so ugly.
I wanted to wear this short white babydoll-like thing, when he saw me, but it hid me that whatever I chose, I should have to wear it while walking from one end of the school to the other.
I found a black tight party dress in there. Sure, the other girls might wonder why I was all dressed up, but I thought to myself, that he would really like the black.
I put on a pair of flat shoes and a little make-up - not too much I thought. I decided to wear my very long black hair down, as I knew he liked that.
I was terribly nervous. He wasn't the most experienced either, but at least he'd had a couple. It was all very scheduled. We even had exactly 1.5 hours until his room-mate got back.
It was autumn. This day was so cold and windy, that when I went in to his dorm, my hair was wild, I had goosebumps and my nipples were extremely visible through the fabric of my dress.
When I stood in front of the door to his room, I wondered whether to call it off. I was terrified
for sure, but the main reason was actually, that my hair was a mess, and it lowered my self-esteem. Feel free to laugh at me.
I knocked on the door, and looked around like I was a criminal of some kind. He opened the door slightly, and peeped out through the crack.
"Hi, Honey," I greeted him.
He stepped back and let me inside. He wore nothing but boxers, and his room was a mess as usual. However he had made an effort to make it romantic in his own way. He had lit black candles, and cleaned to mess around his bed. His speakers were delivering a song by Black Sabbath, which I can no longer remember the title of.
"Hey," he said. "I'm sorry about the mess."
I shrugged my shoulders. He was always sorry about the mess.
"I like your out fit, dear!" he tried.
"Thanks," I said.
What was it with him? Was he nervous too? He clearly sensed my wondering.
"Actually, I've never been with a virgin before. I just want you to like it."
I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. He kissed me softly, and I lead him to the bed. In a moment of clear thought, I removed my shoes.
He pulled my dress up, but it was too tight on me, so I finished it for him. He just sat there looking at me, like he had never seen me before.
I did not know hat was what. Was I supposed to do something now or what? He got up and went to his computer.
There he put on Stairway To Heaven
by Led Zeppelin and rejoined me on the bed.
We made out as he pushed me gently down upon the bed. I lay there below him. He was so very warm.
I breathed in and realised he had to have a vanilla scented candle burning somewhere.
His hands were all over me, as they had been so many times before. Now, he fumbled with opening my bra. He succeeded, and we lay there half naked the both of us.
With the music I thought it was all quite beautiful, and cried a little bit. He took this as a sign, that he had done something wrong and stopped.
The door had been locked and I was completely and utterly alone with him for the first time. I smiled at him, and he shook his head at my silliness.
He pulled his boxers off. I had never seen his dick before - I had never seen any dick up close before. He was clearly aroused, but not completely hard yet.
He began jacking himself off. I observed him mesmerized. The movements off his foreskin and slowly rising cock was almost magical - even if I had always thought cocks were ugly.
He turned his head and met my eyes.
"Take off you panties, dear!" he whispered.
I hesitated. He had never seen me completely naked before, and I wondered whether he would think I was ugly.
He didn't wait for me. He let go of his now throbbing cock, and pulled at the elastic band of my panties. I breathed heavily as he slid them down my legs and pulled them off.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "You're so pretty."
He pushed me back down.
"Spread you legs apart for me."
I did so. His dick was prodding my virtuous cunt, and seemed to be pulsating.
"Oh God," I thought. "He going to split me open! How can that get so big?"
There were no real foreplay here. If his tongue had not been all the way down my throat, I'm sure I would have screamed, as he pounced his cock a little way into me.
I was wet, but not wet enough. It hurt, and squirmed beneath him. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, and he looked at me. However, I shut my mouth and nodded to him.
There was no blood, as I, like my mother I later realised, are among the women born without a hymen.
Still, my womanhood was horribly tight and refused to relax.
He continued, and thrust himself deeper and deeper in to me - where no one had ever been before.
Soon, it became easier, and I was beginning to relax myself. I would even move with him.
The weirdest things went through my head. I looked at the clock. Did we have enough time? Had I taken my pill today? I had never needed it before now. The song was on replay and made an odd soundtrack.
Suddenly he stopped.
"What?" I asked.
"What would you like me to do now?" he said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I like women to be dominant. You have so much personality," he replied.
To this day I am a submissive person in a relationship, so this caught me completely off guard.
What was I to do? Why would he ask me to take control during my first time?
"No. I don't know what I would do or say," I said.
"Okay then," he said.
He pulled out of me and changed positions with me, so that he now was lying on his back with me on top.
I carefully placed myself above his cock and took him little by little.
"Move with me," he said.
I did. Faster and faster. I was really beginning to like it now.
I came first. He didn't paused and wait for me, but held my hips in a firm grip and fucked me mercilessly. When he came inside me, I was shocked. I had never felt anything like it before.
He pulled out of me, and his cum dripped from my pussy. He hugged me, and kissed me.
"Thank you," he said.
I just held him harder.
"We should take shower," he said.
"I know," I replied. "You go first."
"No," he said and took my hand. "Together. We still have lots of time."
I giggled at him for some reason.
"Okay then, Jean," I said.
"Are you really sure you couldn't dominate me?" he said. "You just have to learn to give orders."
"Oh, will you just shut up and pass me the cola," I said a little to dismissively.
He laughed and pulled me back upon the bed.
He did not think, we were finished yet.
NOTE, this story is real, but I have edited some aspects of this such as names for reasons I'm sure you can understand. Yeah.. It not the typical story, but I didn't want to dress it up.
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