~AngelBrooke~
09-09-2016, 01:53 PM
Growing up in my family was pretty standard as far as families go. I lived with my mom, dad, and my older brother. We were your average family. My brother and I went to school, my dad went to work, and my mom stayed home and took care of the house. When we came home we had dinner, did our own things and then got ready for bed and the next day.
My brother was a typical sixteen year old boy. He had built a porn collection that I imagine rivaled anything any other boy had. We had our own bathroom in the downstairs of our house and it was pretty common to see that his towels in the dirty clothes been stuck together a lot. He tried not to be obvious but when some of my friends would come over you could catch his eyes wandering. Like I said he was a typical teenage boy.
I was very different. Sex never really mattered too much to me. I had seen some of my brother’s porn and knew about it but it didn’t hold anything special in my life. I didn’t have any porn of my own and I didn’t even masturbate. Some of my friends had started and we talked about it but again it never really clicked. I was only a year younger than my brother so you couldn’t really blame it on me being too young. I just accepted it as something that wasn’t important to me.
A couple of months after starting high school a lot of my friends had began dating and expanded on their sexual experiences. I would listen and chime in and smile but in the back of my mind I was usually thinking about something else. My close friend Karen knew the truth though as she had become the one friend I didn’t mind talking to about not being interested in sex. Karen and I had been friends since elementary school and now I was her support group. Karen and her family were heavily religious and that meant no sex until married. Karen since walking into high school had a huge craving to have sex. All she wanted to do was find some buy that would screw her even though she knew she couldn’t. So where most of our friends encouraged her I was able to talk to her about other things and discourage her.
This is where my ambush began. I can’t say that the name I give it is accurate since I doubt any of it was planned but it sounds exciting. Karen’s older brother had always been nice to us and he was friends with my brother. One day when I was at their house he thanked me for looking out for his sister. She had told him that she had been having problems but I had been helping her when some of other friends had been giving into temptation. I told him that it wasn’t a problem and that I enjoyed helping my friends and spending time with Karen.
Over the next couple of weeks Karen’s brother spent more time around us and him and I in particular seemed to be talking more than we had in the past. Somehow it was still a slight surprise to me when he asked me out a couple of days before Valentine’s Day. I found Justin to be nice and considered him to be a good friend though so I said yes. My parents were happy when they found out as he was someone they knew and someone they knew had good morals. The only person that really didn’t seem to care too much for it was Karen.
Valentine’s Day ended up being our first date but we continued to go out after that. We both enjoyed each other’s company and had a lot in common. I still spent as much time with Karen as possible but it had become obvious that Justin had switched to my primary focus.
After about five dates we had our first kiss. I still can’t say that the sexual hormones were flowing through me but kissing was nice. It felt good to share something between us and I’ll admit it was nice having a common ground with my friends that were dating. Karen had been putting a little distance between us as she was still not completely happy with us dating. Justin and I decided to let her work through her emotions but be there is she needed us.
Then one night I got introduced to making out. Justin usually by now gave me a kiss or two when dropping me off but this one night we just kept kissing. Again I was ignorant at what it was but I hadn’t really thought much about doing it. Justin seemed to enjoy it and I didn’t mind it so every now and then we would sneak off and have a little make out session here and there. Simple kisses became deep French kissing as our tongues would play with each other. Our hands also began to wander during these sessions as expected. He really enjoyed holding and squeezing my but when we make out.
This continued on for awhile until one night when we were in the back of his car making out. His hands had begun to wander to other parts of my body lately but when I pushed them away he respected my wishes and stopped. This night he stopped while we were kissing and said he wanted to take the next step. I asked him what the next step was. He told me that he wanted to finger me. I was in complete shock. Part of me had never expected this from Justin. Another part of me said he is a guy and we had been progressing. I can’t say I had a desire to want to be fingered as I had no idea what it felt like but at the same time I liked to make Justin happy. I guess my ignorance had convinced me that his faith would keep kissing the farthest we would ever go so I hadn’t even considered. He must have seen my confusion because he apologized for asking too much of me. I still can’t tell you really why or what made up my mind but I told him sure. Not the most specific answer but it worked for him.
His hand slid up the leg of my shorts and found the outside of my vagina. I was surprised at how sensitive my body was as he slightly rubbed my lips through my underwear. I felt his fingers find the edge of my underwear and pull them to the side. With a gentle ease one finger pushed into me and the sensations surged through me. It was such a simple act really when compared to other sexual acts but that slow moving single finger was pushing waves through me. It took me less than a minute to have an orgasm. I was breathing heavy as Justin took his hand out of my shorts smiling at me. He said it looked like I enjoyed it and all I could do was smile back at him.
The next day I couldn’t get it out of my head. Even though I had showered and changed clothes I still felt different. Maybe it was the orgasm or just the fact that I had never been touched in that manner by anyone including myself.
The next couple of days I found myself feeling normal again. Justin and I were both busy so we didn’t get a chance to spend any time together. The surprising part was that the more normal I felt the more I wanted it again. I knew that I could just lock my bedroom door and do it myself but that wasn’t what I really wanted.
A group of our friends hung out at this dance club on Friday and Saturday nights. Justin was waiting in the parking lot for me when I walked right up to him and told him before we went inside I wanted to be fingered again. He offered no objection as we snuck off to his car. This time we were in the front seat. I reclined the seat back and unbuttoned my pants as he reached into them and under my underwear. Once again one deep slow moving finger took me and again it only took about a minute before every muscle in my body tightened and I felt the explosion go through me.
I felt the way I had after the first time but this time I knew it was a good feeling. I looked at Justin with a smile and found him smiling back at me. His smile gave away that he wanted something; I asked him what it was. He asked if I wanted to return the favor. Back to being shocked as this was something I hadn’t thought about. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought about it as there was no logical reason to think that he wouldn’t want something in return.
I agreed and asked me what he wanted me to do. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I was surprised by how big it was and how excited he seemed to be. Apparently he had gotten a good amount of enjoyment by simply touching me. I tried to think back to porn I had seen and the stories my friends had told. It wasn’t like this was something I had done before or even something I had touched before. Once again Justin sensed my unease as he took my hand in his and guided it to his waiting hard on. He guided my hand through the first couple of strokes then he leaned back and let me take over. I kept the strokes slow and gentle as I didn’t want to hurt him. After a minute he asked me to go faster. I watched the change in his facial expression as my speed increased. I picked it up slightly again and soon he tensed up and I watched as semen exploded from the tip of his penis all over his pants and my hand. Justin grabbed a towel from his gym bag in the back and wiped his pants up and then started cleaning my hand. I hadn’t really been paying attention as I had been staring at the white substance on my hand. He then leaned in and kissed me and said we should go join our friends.
That night sitting in the club dancing and talking with our friends my mind was elsewhere. I thought about the amazing feeling of being fingered but I also thought about how excited I had been when he had erupted. I wanted more of all of it. It was safe to say that my sexual being had been awakened. I was determined to continue these acts.
Over the next couple of weeks we continued our mutual masturbation each as you might call it. I learned the value of wearing skirts and skipping underwear when wearing pants. We had gone from one hand slid down my pants and one finger in me going slowly to me laying on his bed, skirt up, underwear off, and two fingers rapidly sliding in and out.
Justin loved when I jacked him off but one night I tried something new. I had him lay in his bed and I crawled on top of him. I rode him grinding against his penis until he came. I still had my underwear on and no penetration occurred but he came a massive amount soaking his shirt pants and my underwear and skirt. We started keeping extra clothes with us in case things got messy.
It all came to a head on the last day of school. My parents allowed us to have a party afterwards at our house. My brother’s friends and mine were in attendance. Everyone was getting along and having a good time. Karen had even begun liking the fact that her brother and I were dating. I didn’t tell her that we had started messing around as I feared that might break some of the mending bridges. She had actually started dating a guy herself who seemed to have strong morals and she seemed to be calmed by it. Part of my mind believed that and part believed that they were doing the same as her brother and I and that her itch had just been scratched.
The party was winding down and I went to my room to check my phone since I had left it in there to charge. Justin followed me into the room and came up behind me and hugged me. He usually became pretty touchy when he wanted to mess around. I was right as he spun me around and pushed me down on my bed. I was wearing a skirt so there was little resistance as he lifted me legs and kneeled between them. I didn’t know if I was expecting him to start fingering me or what he was going to do but he just kept looking at me. Then as if in a wild and animalistic moment he pulled his penis out of his pants and pulled my underwear to the side. Before I could really object or even think about it he pushed into me and began thrusting hard. The feelings were way above anything we had done. My legs instinctively locked around him as he thrust harder and harder. Both of us were doing the best to keep quiet. I was hit with wave after wave each time he thrust into me and then he thrust as if he was trying to thrust through my body and he held it there. My body exploded and I had to shove my face into his shoulder to keep from making noise.
I felt his body relax and mine did too as he pulled back. He looked me in the eye and said he was sorry but he couldn’t help himself. Then he zipped up his pants and walked out of the room. At first I was confused but then it hit me that we had just had unprotected sex. I reached down and touched myself feeling the wetness covering my vagina. I brought my fingers up and recognized the white substance covering them. I looked down at myself to see my underwear saturated from underneath. Now normally any other girl in this position would jump to the immediate fear that they had just gotten pregnant. The scary part for me was that I didn’t care about that. Seeing his semen all over me and knowing it was in me excited me all over again. I wanted more of it and I wanted it right now. For the first time in my life I pushed my own fingers into myself and started masturbating.
After taking myself through another orgasm I laid there staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. I was still lying in a mess of my own juices and semen and loving it. I loved this feeling. I thought of the stories my friends had shared and the porn I had seen and I wanted to try all of it. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be naked. I wanted someone to see me and want to use me and leave me in a mess just like now. I wanted all of it.
My brother was a typical sixteen year old boy. He had built a porn collection that I imagine rivaled anything any other boy had. We had our own bathroom in the downstairs of our house and it was pretty common to see that his towels in the dirty clothes been stuck together a lot. He tried not to be obvious but when some of my friends would come over you could catch his eyes wandering. Like I said he was a typical teenage boy.
I was very different. Sex never really mattered too much to me. I had seen some of my brother’s porn and knew about it but it didn’t hold anything special in my life. I didn’t have any porn of my own and I didn’t even masturbate. Some of my friends had started and we talked about it but again it never really clicked. I was only a year younger than my brother so you couldn’t really blame it on me being too young. I just accepted it as something that wasn’t important to me.
A couple of months after starting high school a lot of my friends had began dating and expanded on their sexual experiences. I would listen and chime in and smile but in the back of my mind I was usually thinking about something else. My close friend Karen knew the truth though as she had become the one friend I didn’t mind talking to about not being interested in sex. Karen and I had been friends since elementary school and now I was her support group. Karen and her family were heavily religious and that meant no sex until married. Karen since walking into high school had a huge craving to have sex. All she wanted to do was find some buy that would screw her even though she knew she couldn’t. So where most of our friends encouraged her I was able to talk to her about other things and discourage her.
This is where my ambush began. I can’t say that the name I give it is accurate since I doubt any of it was planned but it sounds exciting. Karen’s older brother had always been nice to us and he was friends with my brother. One day when I was at their house he thanked me for looking out for his sister. She had told him that she had been having problems but I had been helping her when some of other friends had been giving into temptation. I told him that it wasn’t a problem and that I enjoyed helping my friends and spending time with Karen.
Over the next couple of weeks Karen’s brother spent more time around us and him and I in particular seemed to be talking more than we had in the past. Somehow it was still a slight surprise to me when he asked me out a couple of days before Valentine’s Day. I found Justin to be nice and considered him to be a good friend though so I said yes. My parents were happy when they found out as he was someone they knew and someone they knew had good morals. The only person that really didn’t seem to care too much for it was Karen.
Valentine’s Day ended up being our first date but we continued to go out after that. We both enjoyed each other’s company and had a lot in common. I still spent as much time with Karen as possible but it had become obvious that Justin had switched to my primary focus.
After about five dates we had our first kiss. I still can’t say that the sexual hormones were flowing through me but kissing was nice. It felt good to share something between us and I’ll admit it was nice having a common ground with my friends that were dating. Karen had been putting a little distance between us as she was still not completely happy with us dating. Justin and I decided to let her work through her emotions but be there is she needed us.
Then one night I got introduced to making out. Justin usually by now gave me a kiss or two when dropping me off but this one night we just kept kissing. Again I was ignorant at what it was but I hadn’t really thought much about doing it. Justin seemed to enjoy it and I didn’t mind it so every now and then we would sneak off and have a little make out session here and there. Simple kisses became deep French kissing as our tongues would play with each other. Our hands also began to wander during these sessions as expected. He really enjoyed holding and squeezing my but when we make out.
This continued on for awhile until one night when we were in the back of his car making out. His hands had begun to wander to other parts of my body lately but when I pushed them away he respected my wishes and stopped. This night he stopped while we were kissing and said he wanted to take the next step. I asked him what the next step was. He told me that he wanted to finger me. I was in complete shock. Part of me had never expected this from Justin. Another part of me said he is a guy and we had been progressing. I can’t say I had a desire to want to be fingered as I had no idea what it felt like but at the same time I liked to make Justin happy. I guess my ignorance had convinced me that his faith would keep kissing the farthest we would ever go so I hadn’t even considered. He must have seen my confusion because he apologized for asking too much of me. I still can’t tell you really why or what made up my mind but I told him sure. Not the most specific answer but it worked for him.
His hand slid up the leg of my shorts and found the outside of my vagina. I was surprised at how sensitive my body was as he slightly rubbed my lips through my underwear. I felt his fingers find the edge of my underwear and pull them to the side. With a gentle ease one finger pushed into me and the sensations surged through me. It was such a simple act really when compared to other sexual acts but that slow moving single finger was pushing waves through me. It took me less than a minute to have an orgasm. I was breathing heavy as Justin took his hand out of my shorts smiling at me. He said it looked like I enjoyed it and all I could do was smile back at him.
The next day I couldn’t get it out of my head. Even though I had showered and changed clothes I still felt different. Maybe it was the orgasm or just the fact that I had never been touched in that manner by anyone including myself.
The next couple of days I found myself feeling normal again. Justin and I were both busy so we didn’t get a chance to spend any time together. The surprising part was that the more normal I felt the more I wanted it again. I knew that I could just lock my bedroom door and do it myself but that wasn’t what I really wanted.
A group of our friends hung out at this dance club on Friday and Saturday nights. Justin was waiting in the parking lot for me when I walked right up to him and told him before we went inside I wanted to be fingered again. He offered no objection as we snuck off to his car. This time we were in the front seat. I reclined the seat back and unbuttoned my pants as he reached into them and under my underwear. Once again one deep slow moving finger took me and again it only took about a minute before every muscle in my body tightened and I felt the explosion go through me.
I felt the way I had after the first time but this time I knew it was a good feeling. I looked at Justin with a smile and found him smiling back at me. His smile gave away that he wanted something; I asked him what it was. He asked if I wanted to return the favor. Back to being shocked as this was something I hadn’t thought about. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought about it as there was no logical reason to think that he wouldn’t want something in return.
I agreed and asked me what he wanted me to do. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. I was surprised by how big it was and how excited he seemed to be. Apparently he had gotten a good amount of enjoyment by simply touching me. I tried to think back to porn I had seen and the stories my friends had told. It wasn’t like this was something I had done before or even something I had touched before. Once again Justin sensed my unease as he took my hand in his and guided it to his waiting hard on. He guided my hand through the first couple of strokes then he leaned back and let me take over. I kept the strokes slow and gentle as I didn’t want to hurt him. After a minute he asked me to go faster. I watched the change in his facial expression as my speed increased. I picked it up slightly again and soon he tensed up and I watched as semen exploded from the tip of his penis all over his pants and my hand. Justin grabbed a towel from his gym bag in the back and wiped his pants up and then started cleaning my hand. I hadn’t really been paying attention as I had been staring at the white substance on my hand. He then leaned in and kissed me and said we should go join our friends.
That night sitting in the club dancing and talking with our friends my mind was elsewhere. I thought about the amazing feeling of being fingered but I also thought about how excited I had been when he had erupted. I wanted more of all of it. It was safe to say that my sexual being had been awakened. I was determined to continue these acts.
Over the next couple of weeks we continued our mutual masturbation each as you might call it. I learned the value of wearing skirts and skipping underwear when wearing pants. We had gone from one hand slid down my pants and one finger in me going slowly to me laying on his bed, skirt up, underwear off, and two fingers rapidly sliding in and out.
Justin loved when I jacked him off but one night I tried something new. I had him lay in his bed and I crawled on top of him. I rode him grinding against his penis until he came. I still had my underwear on and no penetration occurred but he came a massive amount soaking his shirt pants and my underwear and skirt. We started keeping extra clothes with us in case things got messy.
It all came to a head on the last day of school. My parents allowed us to have a party afterwards at our house. My brother’s friends and mine were in attendance. Everyone was getting along and having a good time. Karen had even begun liking the fact that her brother and I were dating. I didn’t tell her that we had started messing around as I feared that might break some of the mending bridges. She had actually started dating a guy herself who seemed to have strong morals and she seemed to be calmed by it. Part of my mind believed that and part believed that they were doing the same as her brother and I and that her itch had just been scratched.
The party was winding down and I went to my room to check my phone since I had left it in there to charge. Justin followed me into the room and came up behind me and hugged me. He usually became pretty touchy when he wanted to mess around. I was right as he spun me around and pushed me down on my bed. I was wearing a skirt so there was little resistance as he lifted me legs and kneeled between them. I didn’t know if I was expecting him to start fingering me or what he was going to do but he just kept looking at me. Then as if in a wild and animalistic moment he pulled his penis out of his pants and pulled my underwear to the side. Before I could really object or even think about it he pushed into me and began thrusting hard. The feelings were way above anything we had done. My legs instinctively locked around him as he thrust harder and harder. Both of us were doing the best to keep quiet. I was hit with wave after wave each time he thrust into me and then he thrust as if he was trying to thrust through my body and he held it there. My body exploded and I had to shove my face into his shoulder to keep from making noise.
I felt his body relax and mine did too as he pulled back. He looked me in the eye and said he was sorry but he couldn’t help himself. Then he zipped up his pants and walked out of the room. At first I was confused but then it hit me that we had just had unprotected sex. I reached down and touched myself feeling the wetness covering my vagina. I brought my fingers up and recognized the white substance covering them. I looked down at myself to see my underwear saturated from underneath. Now normally any other girl in this position would jump to the immediate fear that they had just gotten pregnant. The scary part for me was that I didn’t care about that. Seeing his semen all over me and knowing it was in me excited me all over again. I wanted more of it and I wanted it right now. For the first time in my life I pushed my own fingers into myself and started masturbating.
After taking myself through another orgasm I laid there staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. I was still lying in a mess of my own juices and semen and loving it. I loved this feeling. I thought of the stories my friends had shared and the porn I had seen and I wanted to try all of it. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be naked. I wanted someone to see me and want to use me and leave me in a mess just like now. I wanted all of it.