My First Ecstacy

When I met him for the first time he was my friend’s boyfriend. At the time I always thought that she was stupid for dating him; she was two years older than he was (one year older than I) and he just seemed so off the wall, so immature and loud that I couldn’t understand how anyone could be attracted to him. I must admit, he grew on me quickly though and I began to understand why. He was sweet, honest, funny and one of the few genuinely nice guys in this world. She was his first girlfriend, for the most part he only dated her because he could, but in this time him and I had become relatively good friends, although I still didn’t know him all too well. 

At the end of one summer he broke it off with her, and I noticed he began giving me more attention. I really had no interest in him romantically, and he was almost shy about admitting how he felt about me. At that stage (we were sixteen) he believed that throwing rocks at me was the way of getting a girl’s attention. Her attention maybe, yes, but not in the way he’d hoped. Despite this, I dismissed it quickly and we became closer very quickly. I soon realized that I was beginning to be attracted to him. He’s tall, 6'3" at the time, which I loved, slim and strong. Not bulging muscles strong, but strong. And he’s got these incredible eyes; mostly green-gray with specks of brown, blue and amber in them. After a few months he confessed how he felt about me, and although I was still unsure I wanted to give us a chance. My friend wasn’t too happy with me, but what I was beginning to feel was too strong to ignore.

Almost all of my firsts were with him, with the exception of my first kiss. All my other first kisses weren’t anything special, but I can’t ever forget ours. On one night at a school meeting we were both at, we snuck up onto the catwalk and could see everyone below us, but no one could see us! We were always so incredibly attracted to each other, at times we couldn’t control ourselves. Up on the catwalk we fooled around and he fingered me for the first time. On a school trip he went up my shirt, caressing my breasts and playing with my nipples on the plane ride over under a jacket. We were crazy for each other.

After we’d been together for over a year, with some rough spots here and there, right after a rough spot I brought up the subject of sex. He confessed he’d wanted to bring that up but was afraid if he did he’d sound like he wanted to use me. We talked all night about it, and arranged a day.

I couldn’t sleep the night before, so anxious, so excited, and so nervous about that day. I was tired, and the entire day seemed to go by so incredibly slowly. By the time we reached his house I was nervous, and he asked me if I still wanted to, and of course I did. We wanted each other so much, that was one part of our relationship that was never lacking. We went upstairs to his room and looked at each other. He kissed me and it sent a spark going through my entire body. I knew I wanted to do this at that moment, I knew it was perfect, and more than anything else I knew how much I loved him. Since he was so tall I had to reach on my tiptoes to kiss him, but I didn’t mind. That in itself was incredible. He held me as if he couldn’t let go of me, I felt his strength and it made me want him even more. I wanted him to touch me, wanted him to pleasure me more than any other guy I’ve ever been with or met.

He had a bunk bed, so he laid a blanket and some pillows on the floor. He began running his hands up and down my body as I felt my heat begin to rise. I needed him, more than anything else I’d ever needed before, I needed him to make love to be, to be inside me. He slowly lifted my shirt off, revealing my low cut bra. At this I could tell he began to really get aroused, his penis bulging underneath his pants. I took his shirt off and ran my hands across his warm chest. I hugged him again, feeling our warmth, our skin, together. That was my first time feeling that, just skin on skin. For me it was exhilarating, I almost couldn’t get enough of it. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off, and took his pants off revealing a more prominent bulge beneath his boxers. There was never a moment in time where I had wanted anyone more than I wanted him. He kissed me again, harder, more passionately, and we held each other so closely, almost as if we wanted to just melt into one another. 

He laid me down, slowly and kissed me again, his tongue massaging mine, making me wet. He unclasped my bra and it let him see my breasts and hard nipples. He began to play with them, pinching, caressing and sucking on them. My body was aching of my desire, I had to be touched, caressed. I had never been so wet, I almost felt like I was dripping, anticipating what was to come. He peeled my panties off and began to finger me to make me even more wet than I already was. His face showed surprise at how aroused I had already become. I had never been completely naked in front of a man before, but with him I still felt comfortable, and I wanted him to see me and no one else. I took off his boxers, revealing his large member. I’d felt it before, but never seen it so it was a bit of a surprise for me, but I wanted him and I knew that I wanted him to fill me with it. 

Neither of us had done this before, but we knew what to do just the same. I spread my legs and guided him to where his head belonged. The moment he was fully inside me I felt a surge of pain, but after a moment it was gone and the undescribable ecstacy of him being inside me for the first time was just that; it was so incredible, there are no words that do it justice. He asked me if I was all right, and I nodded. He kissed me, and I was in heaven. He began thrusting, in such a way that affected my clit (something I’d never really used before) and my head was swimming, I could feel his hardness penetrating deep inside me. I was in such ecstacy that I had no clear thoughts, it was like I was in an amazing dream. I came for the first time, and shortly after he came, and I could feel his penis pulsating inside me at it released all the cum. I’ve grown to love that feeling, knowing that he feels as incredibly as I do, that he experiences pleasure because he’s making love to me.

He laid down next to me, and we just laid there together, skin on skin, not saying a word for a few minutes. I whispered to him that I loved him, and he held me tighter and kissed my forehead. I’ll never forget it, it was the most amazing and incredible experience, and I’m happy to say we had many more!