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            My First Experiences
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I was a little over 20 at the time. I was on the road then. At work, there
was that girl that would very rarely talk to anyone. Still, she would get
everywhere near us, and particularly near me (even if did not at the time
noticed it). One day, I was preparing for a meeting out of town, rushing
down the stairs. Suddently, there she was, right in the middle of the stairs,
waiting. And then, the impossible happened: she talked (she really could!)
and asked me out. So I said yes and we made arrangements to go in a restaurant
the very evening, and then go meet some friends of mine somewhere downtown.
So we did. The meal was good. We then got to the bar downtown. I could see
her staring at me with hungry eyes but did not respond. She talked of her
and of her personnal problems (it always happens like that, you know!) Her
past boyfriends had always treated her like she was an object and always
had utilized her as a sex toy to satisfy them. She was a little bit afraid
this would start again and also was afraid of sex, hurting as the other times
did. It always hurt her.

Down at the bar, I was having fun with my friends, we danced a little and had
a few drinks. After quite a bunch of them, I looked at her and suddently, she
looked better to me. We stared at each other a long time before we finally
kissed once and then more and more right after. I was really enjoying this!
Suddently, THE idea crossed my mind. I took her with me and we left the bar,
heading for my appartment. There, we stayed a long time outside, just kissing.
But it was getting cold so I invited her inside. She hesitated but decided to
come in anyway: she was in love and I wanted sex. Inside, I took off my
sweather but kept my t-shirt. We just stood in front of each other for what
seemed an eternity. She said to me: "You are trembling."  I was nervous: it
would be the first time... no more masturbating in the dark over unknown
feelings. That night, I would know, at last, and then be equal to my younger
friend (a beautiful boy in the late teens and lucky on this), next door.

So we lied on the bed and kissed a long time. After a while, I got down her
breast and started rubbing them. She seemed to enjoy it. I got to her ass
while we kissed in frenzy and then took her hand and put it on my hard cock,
over my jeans. She rubbed it a little but stopped after a short time, saying
that she had to go. She left.

A few days later, I was at that meeting out of town. Surprise: there she was.
After the first day, all my co-workers and I gathered in one room at the
hotel. We were about 10, getting drunk, laghing and having much fun, I'd say.
She came in, sat next to me and took my hand, saying nothing. I put my hand
on her thigh and started rubbing her vagina's surroundings. She did nothing
for a long while... and was still rubbing. Suddently, I suggested we'd all
go to bed. She approved silently and was the first up, inviting me with her.
We left for her room.
                10


There, again, we lied on the bed but this time, I was determined into making
love to her. I started kissing her with passion, rubbing her tits and suddently
going down to her vagina (again, over her pants). Realizing after a short while
she liked it (she moaned a little). I ordered her to unbutton her pants and let
them down a little. So she did, almost instantly. I put my hand down and God!
was it great: it was the first time in my life that I put my hand on a pussy.
I started rubbing her and rubbing her again, letting my index in to do it
inside also. After she had so cumed, I told her to get undressed. She executed
her. I also striped, only one thought in my mind: my cock, roch-hard, having
to do this NOW. I reached for her vagina but couldn't find it in my urgency
(and she wouldn't help me, too). But when I finally found it, I penetrated
her so fast that she retracted, saying that I had just hurt her. I got out
but I was so hard I had to cum so I told her "Hey! I made you cum earlier,
so now it's your turn: grab my cock and masturbate me as I did to you." So
she did. but she was so slow, I couldn't wait. I grabbed the cock and finished
me off alone, as I was used to. We watched, helpless, as I was cumming about
a litre. After that experience, I was not in a very good mood so I finished
the night in the adjacent bed.

After that, we went out together a couple of times but I did not like it. She
was a troubled lady, madly in love with me and I was a hypocrit, just wanting
to get laid, not loving her at all, not telling her to get lost. But one day,
she was driving me home when I asked her to stop near an adjacent park. We
got in, sat down by a tree and started kissing again (an idea in my mind,
maybe this time in hers too), wandering ourselves if this was a good spot.
We then concluded that it was too lighty so we went on to another park with
woods in it. there we stayed in the car, until it fogged completely from the
inside. Kissing and kissing again, my hand rubbing her tits again, them going
down, unzipping her jeans, rubbing her insights. I then told her to say to me:
"I want you, now!" So she did. We got to the rear of the car and both striped.
There, I penetrated her (although only half of my cock was in. Hey! I did not
want to blow that one because I'd hurt her). At one time she told me that it
would not work... we couldn't cum but I, absorbed in my own organs doing,
told her to think about me and that I would think about her. And so, there,
in the back of a car, I cummed for the first time in my life in a girl. Boy!
Did it ever feel good, even better than what I thought!

After that, we continued our going out for a time but another time, she came
to my place, without me knowing it. I was just out of the shower, in a bathrobe
when the doorbell rang. I answered and there she was, telling me that it was
not important the way I dressed. She dragged me to my room and leaned on me.
I was getting a hard on right out of the robe. She noticed and started to
strip. Again, we made love. The conditions were a little better but cumming
was the same enjoyable feeling. After that night, we never saw each other
again. Filled with remorse of what I had been doing, I could never get the
nerve to see her again.