Erotica - My 1st Time

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First off, I feel compelled to say that the following story is absolutely 100% true... the man of this story, Benjamin, is now my husband and we have been married for almost a year. And this is the story of how it all began... our very first time.

I had just turned 19 when we met.

I was young, petite and painfully shy. He was the out-going, life-of-the-party guy with rugged good looks that every girl wanted. He was almost three years older than me and we came from two completely different worlds.

Though we went to school together, we didn't "officially" meet until one night a friend of mine dared me to go over and talk to him at a party. Two nights later he asked me out, and we've been together since.

After roughly six months of dating, our liaison turned a corner and we realized we were ready to make love. He had been so sweet and patient with me, waiting for just the perfect moment, never pressuring me to do anything I didn't want to do.

I had gotten into the custom of always wearing pretty panties when I knew I was going to be with him and carrying condoms in my purse because I never knew when it might happen or when I might feel ready to say yes.

I finally decided to share one night while we were at his house watching a movie. (I don't even remember what movie!).

As the movie ended, and the credits began to roll we began to kiss. Not just regular kissing, but a deep, full, passionate style of kissing. His intuitive hands began to slowly and gently travel down to places they had never gone before.

I shuddered as he moved to stroke the inside of my thighs with his hand. Ever so slowly his fingers worked themselves down under my skirt. I didn't want him to stop. He gently pushed the crotch of my panties over to the side as him began to explore the secret spot between my legs. I tensed up as he entered me with a finger.

Since he had never felt me deep, I guess he thought one finger was a good start. I had never imagined a touch could feel so lovely.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by the "white noise" of the TV, telling us the movie was over. Anxiously he fumbled for the remote lying on the floor. As we laid there in the stillness of the night and I realized this night was special.

As he looked down at me with those deep blue eyes, I heard him, without him saying a word. And yet I understood. All I said in response was "yes". With that, he stood and reached out his hand for mine and I followed him nervously up the stairs to his room. I excused myself to "freshen up" and when I returned, he had lit a candle to enhance the mood, as if it needed help. As I lay down, we again begin to kiss. He made short work of my top and bra. He kissed me randomly, biting at my breasts and nipples, yet being gentle at the same time.

He took off my short denim skirt, and then stood beside the bed just long enough to undress - all but his boxers, that is. He got on his knees before me gently pushing my knees apart. I felt so small and powerless as he climbed on top of me.

He whispered loving words in my ear and then began to kiss me all the way down my body... he started with my lips, then my neck, then my ears, then my breasts, and stomach.... then he looked up at me and smiled as he began to slide my panties off my hips and down my slender legs. He repositioned himself with his head between my thighs and slowly took his tongue up and down my "sweet spot", as he calls it.

He parted my lips with two of his fingers in order to give my clit his full attention. He drew little circles with his tongue. Then he wrote his name. It felt so good I thought I was going to die. He would stroke my clit slow and soft one second and then fast and furious the next, it was almost more than I could handle. I had to beg him to stop. Once he thought I ready and that I was wet enough, he reached for a condom in his bedside table. He removed his boxers and again was on his knees in front of me.

This was the first time I had ever seen him naked and I was suddenly struck with fear and began to quietly cry. I turned my head to the side in hopes that he wouldn't see my tears. He noticed and asked me lovingly what was wrong. I responded that there was no way that he fit inside of me. He just smiled and winked and told me to trust him.

He whispered that he loved me and finished putting on the condom. I put my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder as he slowly tried to guide his massiveness into me. He tried to reassure me and whispered for me to relax but no sooner had he begun to put it in than he met with my painful resistance. I cried out and he looked down at me with concern. After a minute, he slowly but surely continued, having to stop every few seconds for me to collect myself.

It took him forever that night to finally penetrate me, and when he finally did, I screamed. I think I might've even bled a little. After only a few minutes he looked down and asked me if I wanted him to stop. With tears running down my face, I had to say yes. Much to my surprise, him taking it out hurt almost as much as putting it in. I hated to disappoint him, but he promised that it didn't matter and that it would just take some getting use to for me. He also reassured me that it would get better every time. And you know what? It has!! But I'll write another story about that...