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Kevin: I knew Nina wasn't a virgin when we met. I didn't care about who or how many guys there were before me. It's never been important to me.
One night, we were sitting around with some friends and because we're basically pervs, one of the guys started asking about when and how the ladies lost their virginity.
Nina shocked everyone when she said she had been giving blowjobs before she lost her virginity.
This was back before oral sex was something on par with a handshake the way it seems to be now.
When we got home I started pressing her for details of her first time giving head.
She'll be the first to tell you that she's a horrible story teller (some might say I'm not any better at it) and it seemed like I was doing an journalistic style interview with her but eventually, I got the story out of her.
She has read this and agrees that it's about as true to her memory of the events as it could be after all these years.
Like most first time experiences for many women, it's short and somewhat awkward.
I would really like to hear from some women and see how this compares to their first time.
Enjoy!
Nina's Story:
I grew up in a very strange household.
As the youngest of four kids, I was the one my parents were going to *quot;get right*quot; after my sister (the oldest) and two brothers.
My sister Donna was the quintessential party girl. She was liked by the jocks, the stoners, the gear heads and probably even the nerds if they could get their hands on beer or weed.
She started sneaking out of the house about the time puberty hit and how she never found herself *quot;in trouble*quot; as they use to say, is a miracle.
My two brothers on the other hand got the lectures.
Mom: *quot;You don't want to end up with a girl who'd do that sort of thing.*quot; (*quot;That sort of thing*quot; being anything other than holding hands in a well lit public place.)
Dad: bonus veren siteler *quot;For God's sake, don't get one of those whores pregnant! That's how they trap you, you know.*quot;
By the time I came of age, they were desperate to have one child NOT to give them grief.
No unchaperoned dates.
At school dances, no *quot;slow dances*quot; and of course no clothes that might be considered provocative or attract the eye of any boy I might be interested in.
I was even discouraged from having female friends who might be known to be a little too friendly with the neighborhood boys.
Under no circumstances was I ever to be in a car with a male who wasn't a relative (Uncle Frank should have probably been off limits too but that's a story for a later day)
Curfew was 10 PM. Weeknights, weekends or summer vacation, it didn't matter.
Mom wasn't religious but she had some strange ideas about sex.
1) No woman liked it or was supposed to like it. It was something she was expected to do as a wife. Alongside housekeeping and entertaining.
2) Women who pretended to like it were *quot;loose*quot; and risked gaining a reputation. (e.g. my sister)
3) No man would ever marry a girl who gave it away.
Needless to say, High school sucked.
Guys weren't interested in a girl they couldn't spend some alone time with.
There were even some rumors going around that I liked girls, not boys.
By time I graduated, I'm pretty sure the I was the only girl in my class who was not just a virgin but had never even had a guy touch me in what Mom would have called a *quot;bathing suit area*quot;.
All of this strict supervision and I still ended up giving a blowjob to a guy in a baseball dugout.
It was spring of the year I graduated high school.
My sister was away putting the final nail in the coffin of her first marriage and my brothers were home from the university bedava bahis I would be starting at in the fall.
I was pretty much a tom-boy back then and I liked hanging out with my brothers and their friends.
It got me out of the house and they did the things I like to do. Mainly sports.
They didn't mind me hanging around because 1) I wasn't a bad athlete *quot;for a girl*quot; and 2) They could get me to haul most of the stuff to and from whatever game we were playing (in exchange for letting me play too).
The local park had a baseball diamond we could use if none of the *quot;organized*quot; leagues were using it.
I got there early one day, only to find out that one of the guys had gotten there ahead of me.
We were sitting in the dugout waiting for everyone else and the conversation came around to me hanging out with the guys.
He said that if I wanted to keep doing it, I'd have to start doing a little more than just helping out with the equipment.
He asked me if I knew what a blowjob was and I said *quot;yes*quot;. (I kinda had an idea).
He asked if I had ever given one and I said *quot;no*quot;. (It had never occurred to me to put my mouth on a guy's penis).
Then he asked if I had ever seen a penis when it was hard.
I said I had seen pictures but never in person.
He stood up and faced me, standing between my legs.
He asked if I wanted to see one now.
It seemed like a goofy question to me and I couldn't think of anything else to say so I said *quot;uh, sure, I guess so.*quot;
He unzipped his fly and pulled it out.
I don't know how big it was but when it's your first one and it's inches from your face, it seems huge!
He told me to touch it, but before I could even react he grabbed my wrist and wrapped my hand around it and told me to stroke it.
It seemed like it was getting harder and longer and he told me to kiss and lick the deneme bonus head.
Still kind of in shock by the whole thing, I did as he said.
Gradually he worked it between my lips.
I couldn't take very much of it but once it was in my mouth he did most of the work.
Here's what went through my head.
*quot;Do I really have a guy's dick in my mouth?*quot;
*quot;Isn't this something that only sluts do?*quot;
*quot;Am I doing it right?*quot;
*quot;Does he think I'm a slut?*quot;
*quot;Am I really doing this?*quot;
*quot;Does he think I'm a slut?*quot;
*quot;Am I supposed to get something out of this?*quot;
*quot;My friend said she really enjoyed doing it.*quot;
*quot;Does he think I'm a slut?*quot;
*quot;Is he going to tell all of his friends?*quot;
*quot;Will they call me a slut?*quot;
*quot;Is he going to cum in my mouth? I've heard it taste horrible.*quot;
*quot;If I swallow, does that make me a slut?*quot;
*quot;This isn't as bad as I thought it would be.*quot;
*quot;How come I don't feel like such a slut?*quot;
*quot;Should I call my friend later and tell her I finally did it?*quot;
*quot;Will she think I'm a slut?*quot;
It took him less than a minute to cum.
I didn't know what to expect so it was a big surprise for me when it hit the back of my throat.
I didn't gag but I did start to choke a little because I wasn't swallowing fast enough.
He held my head in place until he was finished and told me to clean it off with my mouth.
He put his penis back in his pants and told me that it was ok for a first time but he expected me to do better the next time.
Being naïve, I thought this meant we were boyfriend and girlfriend. After all, we had done something intimate and he said *quot;next time*quot; which I thought meant he wanted to see me again.
Then he ruined it by saying that the other guys were going to want me to do that for them too.
I was hurt as only a love-struck girl can be hurt.
I told him that if he told anyone, I'd tell my brothers and they'd kill him.
He said *quot;OK. We'll keep it between us.*quot; and sadly enough I gave him a few more blowjobs that summer and he eventually became the guy that took my virginity.
That too is a story for another day.