The story of how I lost my virginity (Part 2)

I was off the next day and when I went back to work he was on the schedule also. A few hours into my shift I was in the breakroom and he came in and shut the door and said “Hey Chris, I want to talk about the other night. I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry for what happened.” I told him not to be sorry and that I liked it. He was surprised to hear that and asked if I would like to get together after work one night. Two nights later I had arranged with my parents for me to go over and spend the night with a girlfriend after work. I was actually planning to spend the night with a girlfriend, but had arranged to meet this guy for a few hours between work and meeting my friend. We both worked that night and closed the store together. He suggested we go to his apartment, which was nearby, to talk. He gave me a ride to his place, we went in, he offered me a soda, and we sat on the couch to talk. We made small talk for a while and gradually moved closer together. He eventually kissed me and this sparked off a very long and passionate make out session. He was very “forward” with me, more so than any other boy I had dated so far had been. While we made out he would cup and caress my chest (over top of my shirt) and rub me between my legs with his hand (over top of my pants). It was really hot and I was really getting excited. I was very, very wet at this point. He eventually took my hand and placed it on his crotch. It was obvious he was very hard and when I looked down I could see his shape bulging underneath his pants. It looked big! He began to unbutton my shirt and I couldn’t believe I just sat there and let him. He slipped my shirt off my shoulders and reached around to unhook my bra. I was somewhat embarrassed. He was the first guy that had seen my bare chest. His hands touched my bare chest – which I absolutely loved – and he eventually leaned down to kiss my chest. When his mouth and tongue found my nipples they immediately hardened like they never did before and the sensation literally took my breath away. I was so wet at this point that I felt like I had peed myself. After a few minutes of kissing my bare chest I felt him working to unbutton and unzip my pants. Again, I just sat there and let him do it. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and slowly slid his hand down the front of them, outside my panties. I opened my legs and leaned back to allow him to push his hand down deep between my legs. I remember him saying “Oh Chris, your panties are soaked!” I was so embarrassed. After saying that, he pulled his hand back out of my pants and I was worried he was turned off by how wet I was. We’ll, I was wrong, he immediately put his hand back down my pants, this time inside my panties! He went down until he found my wetness and massaged me on the outside. It felt incredible! He then parted my lips and slowly slid a finger inside of me. I had never been touched between my legs before by anyone (not even a doctor). It hurt a little when he pushed his finger in and I tensed up. He must have felt me tense up and asked “Are you OK?” I told him that I had never been touched there before and was just a little nervous. Prior to that night the only thing that had ever been up inside of me was a slender Tampax tampon, and sometimes they were a little difficult to get in. I was very, very wet, but his finger stretched me more than I was used to. He asked me “Are you a virgin Chris?” I was somewhat embarrassed by the question but quietly said “Yes.” He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I said “No.” I sat back and tried to relax and he very slowly, gently worked one of his fingers inside of me. Once it was in, it felt great. I was “gushing” as he fingered me. I didn’t have an orgasm or anything, but I was very excited. While he fingered me I was gripping his hardon through his pants. After a while I said “I better leave and go to my friend’s house now or I’ll get caught and get in trouble.” He understood. When he pulled his hand out of my pants I could see my thick wetness on his finger. He watched me stand up, zip my pants back up, put my bra back on, and button up my shirt. He then drove me to my friend’s house.

More to come . . . Chris M.

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