Chapter 1
🔞 Warning: 18+ Only. This story contains explicit erotic content. Reader discretion is advised.
The late autumn wind rustled through the trees outside my bedroom window, carrying with it the fading scent of rain and fallen leaves. I sat on my unmade bed, staring at the ceiling, still coming to terms with a ridiculous truth—I was in my final year of high school and had never even kissed anyone, let alone had sex. Nineteen years old and still a virgin.
In today’s world, that felt like wearing a badge of failure. Everyone around me—especially my friends, most of them a year younger—claimed they’d already “done it.” I wasn’t sure if they were telling the truth or just talking big, but either way, it left me feeling like I was way behind. I had started school late because of some family stuff, but now it just made me feel... stuck.
Being a virgin at my age wasn’t because I didn’t try. I actually came close a few times—but things just didn’t work out.
One time, about a year ago, I went to my best friend’s big sister’s 21st birthday party. It was a wild night. The house was packed with people, drinks were everywhere, music was blasting—both a live band and a DJ—and girls were walking around in bikinis.
Nate and I weren’t party crashers, by the way. Lindsey, his sister, was cool with us being there.
That night, I ended up talking to one of her college friends. I think her name was Michelle. She was tall, slim, had dark hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that could stop anyone in their tracks.
She seemed to enjoy our chat—kept touching her hair and giving me these playful looks. I’m not great at flirting, but even I could tell she was interested.
Then, about twenty minutes in, she said something I never expected:
“Do you wanna make out?”
I hesitated as if it was a trick question. “Of course.”
With a smile she moved closer on the couch and rested her arms on my shoulders. Then her face moved in and lips merged with mine. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her closer as her pierced tongue pushed past my lips. Why can’t it always be this easy? Our tongues dueled inside my mouth for a little while before we made them cross over and play inside hers.
“Wow,” she said a couple minutes later. “You’re a good kisser. You’re actually making me wet.”
I’m sure this put a silly looking grin on my face. “I’m glad I could be of service.”
She laughed. “Let’s go upstairs and find a room.”
Grabbing me by the hand, Michelle hopped off the couch and helped me up. I must say, I was shocked with how - for lack of a nicer word - slutty this girl was. But I wasn’t complaining and if this was how most of the girls in university were, I couldn’t wait to get started. We made our way upstairs and entered the first available room we could find, which also happened to be the hostess’s room - hopefully she wouldn’t mind.
As soon as the door was closed Michelle had her arms around my neck, boobs squashed against my chest and lips locked with mine in a heartbeat. She almost knocked us over. I couldn’t say I was used to her kind of enthusiasm, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I placed my hands on her small buttocks and made out with her for the next few minutes.
Then she used her chest to push me backwards until the backs of my legs bumped into something. I wasn’t sure what it was. Michelle placed her hands on my chest and gave me a hard shove. Suddenly falling backwards gave me a bit of a fright, but to my relief I landed on a bed. This girl’s pretty damn aggressive.
She hooked her fingers under the hem of her black shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the lacy black bra she had on. I’m not great at estimating cup sizes, but her boobs looked to be somewhere between B and C cups. Man I couldn’t wait to get an eyeful of those puppies. Fortunately I didn’t have to wait too long; her next step was to unclasp and let her bra slide down her pale arms.
“Like what you see?” She placed her hands on both sides of her tits and squeezed them together.
“What do you think?” I looked at the bulge in my jeans.
With a smile she crawled on top of me, crushed her boobs on my chest and pressed our lips together. The feeling of her hard nipples poking into my chest caused my cock to twitch as we continued to make out. As she gently bit my lower lip her hand slid its way down my torso and unbuttoned my jeans. Then it found its way into my boxer briefs and took a firm hold of my cock. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning into her mouth. The softness of her palm could make a cloud feel insecure.
As her hand worked its way up and down my shaft, I could tell she was no amateur in the tricky art of the hand job. She made great use of the pre-cum my cock emitted and made sure she gave my glans a little extra affection. Her technique was majestic. When she removed her upper lip from my mouth, she got in between my legs, hooked her fingers into my jeans and underwear and pulled them down. I raised my hips and helped her get them around my ankles.
Now on her knees, she retook a hold of my shaft. My heart pounded as I watched her tongue slip from her lips. Then my eyes closed and legs trembled as she lightly circled her tongue around my glans a few times. When she took me into her mouth I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. I gently placed a hand on the back of her head as she moved her lips back and forth, only sucking my cockhead as she used her tongue to stroke my slit for what felt like the greatest minute of my life. Then she pushed her head lower and started taking the rest of my erection into her mouth.
She couldn’t get the entire length in, but it didn’t matter to me. I was still having a great time. Michelle skillfully bobbed her head for the next three minutes or so, making soft moist noises and causing me to moan and groan. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was with a beautiful girl who I’d just met and she was giving me head! The level of my excitement was off the charts! It’s not like all my weekends turned out like this.
