At seventeen, I clung to the idea of saving myself for marriage, a promise I kept—at least in the way most people define it. For many, a girl is considered a virgin as long as she hasn't felt the delicious, yet forbidden, pleasure of a man penetrating the moist heat of her untouched pussy.
By that definition, I clung to my so-called virginity until marriage—or, to be honest, until just three months before. What follows is the story of how I kept my “innocence” intact, at least by the rules everyone seemed to care about. I soon discovered that I wasn’t alone; so many “virtuous” girls have found their own delicious ways to bend those rules, chasing pleasure while technically remaining unsoiled.
Back then, I was caught between two irresistible temptations, dating both Kevin and Mike without either of them suspecting my secret. Every Friday, Kevin and I would find a dark, secluded spot and give in to our cravings. I had started buying front-clasp bras just to give guys access to my needs for having my breasts played with, and my nipples sucked on. Jeans were the usual wear for below the waist. They took longer to take off, giving me more time to reflect on the situation. A skirt would make me too accessible too quickly, bringing with it too many opportunities.
Saturdays belonged to Mike, who wasted no time before he had me pinned against the front seat of his truck while we made out like teenagers, which we were.
The rush of being wanted by two men on back-to-back nights week after week left me unable to resist. If you're wondering how they didn't know about each other, it was because Kevin had already graduated and Mike was in the same year as me. I'm sure they had to have their suspicions.
Both Kevin and Mike were irresistible in their own ways, but I was greedy and wanted them both. So each week, I succumbed to their forwardness, weekend after weekend. They grew bolder with every touch, their hands slipping beneath my clothes, teasing me until my pants were around my knees and their fingers plunged deep inside, coaxing out intense orgasms that left me gasping in their arms. Still, I drew the line, too nervous about the risk of pregnancy to let them go all the way. I’d never wrapped my hand around either of their cocks because I understood the urge to go further would have been too strong. The words, "just a little bit further," were words many girls my age voiced before becoming pregnant, and I was determined to not be one of these girls.
As time passed, and I had dated even more guys on the sly, it was Mike who drew me in deepest. His touch was always the one that I remembered hours after he took me home. The tension between us only grew as we became more exclusive. Eventually, I made my choice and surrendered to only him. He never pushed me to go further than I thought I should, but my boundaries could only hold up for so long.
Finally, my cravings to have him inside of me, one way or another, led me to a decision. I led Mike to a quiet spot beside the golf course where we had fooled around many times but never like this. My heart pounded as I turned to him nervously. “Would you mind if we slipped into the back seat?” I asked. “Close your eyes for me—I want to change into something that I think you're going to like.
After we got situated, I told him, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.” When he did, he was speechless. There I was, wearing a burgundy nightgown that clung to every curve. The hungry look on his face sent a thrill straight through me. He pulled me into his arms, and we kissed passionately as his hands roamed freely over my body. We made out until our lips were swollen and chapped, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. He didn't know what I had in mind yet, and I was hoping that he would go along with whatever it was.
“I have another surprise for you,” I whispered, my nerves trembling. I leaned in and whispered as seductively as I knew how to. “I want to feel you inside me… but I still want to be a virgin.” He heard my words, but they didn't register for a moment. Suddenly, understanding what I was referring to, his eyes widened in disbelief that he had heard me right. And then he whispered, "Is that really what you want?"
“I want you to put it in the back,” I murmured, my voice trembling as I blushed just as deeply as my nightgown. The look on his face went from surprise to shock as he heard me say what I really wanted. Every inch of me ached for him, and tonight I was going to get some.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face as he realized how serious I was. “Oh, hell yes,” he breathed. “I didn’t bring a rubber, though,” he added, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.
“We won’t need one for my ass,” I whispered as I smiled seductively. His relief and excitement were written all over his face, and I could feel how much he wanted every last inch of me. A few years ago, before we knew each other, he noticed me down the hall at orientation. There were many high schoolers moving between him and me, but my ass in a tight pair of painted-on jeans was the first thing he noticed. Now I was offering it to him on a silver platter.
We were too inexperienced to think of lube, but we both knew that the slickness from my aching pussy would make it possible. My heart raced as I climbed into his lap, straddling his hips with my back to him. The car was cramped, but neither of us cared.
He fingered my pussy for a minute to get the juices that were already flowing onto his fingers and used it to coat himself. For the first time, I wrapped my hand around his wet cock, feeling its weight and heat, then guided the swollen tip to my ass. I pressed down, slow and deliberate, gasping as the head met resistance. It took all my focus, but I was determined—I desperately wanted to feel him inside me, no matter how long it took or how much pain it caused.
At last, the thick head pushed past my tight entrance, and a surge of raw sensation shot through my body. The pussy juices we used on his cock worked as the first few inches slid in with just a hint of discomfort, more pleasure than pain. When it did start to sting, I paused as he held onto my hips. He was gentle and patient, not wanting to rush my first time. I discovered that if I rocked my hips slowly, the discomfort melted away, allowing me to feel his cock without discomfort as it slid into my depths. Eventually, I felt his hips as I sat fully onto him, his cock buried as deep as he could go inside of me. He then began to move, lifting and lowering my hips, sliding in and out until I gasped, “Let me just sit on you… I just want to feel you inside me.”
He was so focused on not hurting me that he forgot to touch me otherwise. I grabbed his hands and guided them to my body, first over my breasts, then down my stomach, then my thighs—showing him where I craved his touch most. Soon he was exploring me eagerly. “I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” I breathed, my voice trembling. My eyes closed as I let a deep moan escape as I lost myself in the feeling of finally being filled so completely.
He couldn’t help but move beneath me, his hips shifting, sending little jolts of pleasure through both of us. Each subtle thrust made the heat between us burn. Our bodies were finally locked together, and I couldn't have been happier at the moment. I knew that I belonged in his arms and would one day give myself to him fully, but for now, I was content to use my ass as a way to have him inside of me.
As he continued to touch me, his hands caressing my breasts and fingers teasing my nipples. He then trailed lower, exploring every inch of my flesh. When he reached between my legs, his touch was gentle but hungry, slipping two fingers inside the slick moisture of my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming—fullness behind, pleasure in front—and it sent me into a state of ecstasy I had yet to experience until now.
“I can’t last much longer,” he groaned, his movements becoming desperate and uneven as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
“Don’t pull out. I want to feel you cum inside me,” I begged urgently. I needed to feel every part of him, to feel that final connection. And deep down, I also knew I didn’t want to risk any of his potent cum finding its way inside me where a single sperm cell could change both of our lives.
We moved together in a slow, steady rhythm, every motion drawing us closer to the edge. Then, with a sudden, urgent pull, he moaned and pulled my hips down until he was buried as deep as possible. I could feel the warmth of his seed inside me, each pulse sending shivers through my body. The sensation of him throbbing and emptying himself so completely felt so strange but incredibly erotic and intimate.
Once I had a towel ready, I lifted myself off him, giving him space to slide it beneath me. Then, I settled back onto his hips.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, and I could only smile in breathless agreement. That night marked our first time making love this way. A year later, he asked me to be his wife, and soon after, I gave him my true virginity—three months before we finally became husband and wife. It would be another two years before a new chapter unfolded: the story of the first time I was shared with another man.
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Kisses, Kara
