I have heard (and read) quite a few “first-time” stories, but let’s get real – usually the first time is a pretty bad time.

My first time was with a girl I met while on a family camping trip. Maybe we felt free to try out sex because we didn’t know each other – no strings, no history, and because we lived far apart – no future.

And so we tried “it” out. It was awkward for us both, painful for her, and not a particularly great introduction into the “joy” of sex for either of us.

But my second time…now that was a different story!

Teresa was someone I had grown up with. Her family lived two doors away from mine. We had always been good friends – we were the same age and had even been born in the same month. That first year of high school we had taken some of the same classes, and had grown even closer. We did homework together, we played games together, and without really realizing what was going on – we became inseparable. Our conversations lately had often turned slightly sexual as of late, and I found myself wanting to be with her more and more.

Late one summer afternoon we decided to head to the beach with some friends. We all jumped in the car and as usual, we sat next to each other. We were wedged in between two other friends in the backseat.

She was talking to me, though I don’t remember what about. All of a sudden I realized she was beautiful. Stunning. Deep brown eyes, beautiful soft full lips, short auburn hair that framed a picture-perfect face. She was yammering away about something and laughing, and all I could think about was kissing her. Kissing her hard. I felt like I was melting and spinning at the same time. Never had I felt like this. I must have turned bright red as I fought to regain my composure, and I turned away in embarrassment. She asked me if something was wrong, and I just shook my head no. She smiled softly, and kissed me on the cheek.

She was wearing a tight t-shirt, tighter jeans, and a pair of sandals. It was like looking at her for the first time, and before I knew it, I was staring at her again, and this time she just stared back and smiled. It was like she was saying, “yes you idiot, I’m HOT, where the hell have you been?” I grabbed her hand and held it. There was so much commotion going on in the car that nobody noticed.

We arrived at the beach and piled out of the car. We grabbed our stuff and raced out onto the sand to stake our claim to the best spot on the beach. It was still quite warm, and our friends were stripping down to their suits and headed into the water. I sat in the sand and pulled off my sneakers and t-shirt. Standing next to me, Teresa pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then slid those blue jeans down to her ankles. The whole time she was doing this she never broke eye contact with me, and she was moving slowly, bending over a little too much, taking just a little too long. But she could have taken all day, and I wouldn’t have minded at all.

The removal of her shirt and jeans revealed a white bikini, one I had never seen before - apparently purchased just for this occasion. It wasn’t really tiny – but revealing enough to keep my mind screaming for more. Her firm 32C breasts were cupped perfectly in the soft material of her bikini. Her nipples were apparently hardening as quickly as I was, because I could see them faintly defined behind the taut fabric of her top. Her narrow waist led to a beautifully sculpted and suddenly very sexy rear end, also beautifully concealed in more of that tight-white soft fabric. She finished taking off her clothes and stood there smiling. I was captivated, mesmerized, totally smitten. And then she was laughing again, and I was aware that I was staring at her in a daze. I just grinned stupidly, stood and grabbed her hand, and we headed for the water.

The sun was setting slowly as we entered the warm surf. The laughter of our friends faded as we headed farther out, and suddenly we were very very alone.

Part 2 coming soon!