My First Time, Feels Like the First TIme

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He got back into the bed and moved between my legs which I hesitantly opened wide for him while ensuring that my bottom was still centered on the towel. He scooped out another large glob of Vaseline and rubbed it over my aperture.

“I’m going to go really slow, but it still might hurt. If there’s too much pain, just tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

He reached down and rubbed the head up and down my vagina before positioning himself at my opening. I felt him splitting my lips and then push forward slightly until his progress was halted. He took a deep breath and I felt a sharp surge of pain as he pushed forward again and I could tell he had worked himself inside of me. There was some discomfort as he continued to slowly push inside of me, but nothing like the sharp pain I had felt a few seconds before. Moments later, I felt his balls rest against my bottom and I knew he was completely inside of me. He laid on top of me, remaining motionless, letting me get used to this very new sensation.

“Are you okay Melanie?”

“I’m all right.”

“I’m going to go really slow, and remember, if you want me to stop, just let me know.”

“Okay.”

I felt him begin to move backward and then slowly push forward again. There was still a little bit of discomfort, but not really much pain, so I could handle it. Very gradually, I could feel him picking up the pace and moving in and out of me a little more rapidly. I looked up and watched his face intently. His eyes were tightly closed and it looked like he was in another world. He began to let out little moans and grunts, and I could tell he was really getting into it.

“God you’re so fuckin’ tight’,” he said, almost to no one in particular, because he appeared to be off, somewhere else.

He began to thrust into me harder and I wasn’t entirely certain that he knew he was doing it because it seemed to be an almost unconscious act. As the hard thrusting continued, the discomfort increased, but I didn’t feel it was bad enough to make him stop and ruin this experience for him. He continued to slam into me and his body began to stiffen, and his breathing changed. His solid trusts turned into short little pumps and I thought he might be cumming, but I couldn’t be sure. Without warning, he collapsed on top of me.

I could feel him soften inside of me and a few seconds later his breathing returned to normal and he slipped out of me and rolled over to my side.

“God, that was good.”

“Yeah… it was ummm… really nice.”

“Did you cum?”

“I… I’m… not sure. I don’t think so.”

“It’ll get better, I promise.”

“It was really nice Anthony, and I enjoyed it.”

“Good.”

“I’m going to go into the bathroom and get dressed, okay.”

“Okay, I had better get going too, I don’t want to be late for dinner, or have your parents catch me here when they get off work.”

A slight smile split his lips.

“Yeah, we don’t need that.”

He turned, and walked out the door into the bathroom.

While I was getting my clothes on, I looked down at the bed and noticed a spot of blood on the towel I had been laying on. I had just finished putting on my blouse when Anthony entered the room.

“Do you want me to; umm… get rid of that?” I asked sheepishly while looking at the soiled towel.

“No Melanie, I’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.”

He walked over to me and gave me a hug and a little kiss.

“I know it wasn’t the greatest for you, and I promise it will be better next time.”

“It was nice Anthony, I liked it.”

“Well… Just let me know when you want to come over again.”

“It might be towards the end of the week, but I’ll let you know.”

I didn’t want to tell him, but I was sore already. I knew I’d need a couple days of respite before we tried this again.

I snuck out the back door and made my way home.

Day Two

It was Thursday and I was finally starting to get back to normal. When I had woken up Tuesday morning, I was so sore I didn’t think I would be able to move. I told my mom that I’d been up all night vomiting, and thankfully, she took mercy on me and let me stay home from school. I spent most of the day in bed, but by the evening I was starting to feel better. The next day, Wednesday, I was still a little bit sore but I was able to go to school and function normally again.

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