My husband always encouraged me to write about my sexual adventures. I am mid forties now, professional. Here is my story, feel free to comment. -Jill
Summer before college Part 1
In 1989 I was 18 years old, just out of high school waiting to attend college in the fall. I was 18, a slightly overweight drama club nerd who was loud and outgoing. I had a lot of friends but I didn't date much. I grew up in a rich suburb of Philadelphia, a very conservative community that was largely white and Catholic. It was the week after graduation, a lot of parties, a lot of partying in the woods where the teenagers would go. I didn't party much until the last part of my senior year after breaking up with my boyfriend of two years. He was one of only two partners until that year. I started "hooking up" after our break up. I wasn't having intercourse, just a lot of handjobs, and being groped. I even found out I had a nickname, "joint and a beer Jill", because I put out after a little partying. Truth is, marijuana did and still does make me very horny!
I was at a
party for a guy I hardly knew, he was on the football team. I wasn't invited, I attended with my friend Lene, a fellow drama nerd. The party was in the "woods", an area of town everyone partied. I didn't go there much, as I didn't attend many parties held by the popular kids. I found myself with a beer in my hand, and then, another. Then, the smell of pot led me to drift to a group on a picnic table. Usually, I hung
with my drama friends where the girls were a lot like me, and the boys largely closeted gays not looking to get with us. We hung largely on the fringe of the party watching all the popular kids, the jocks, and cheerleaders. After a while, Lene disappeared, I later found out with a guy from the swim team. I was largely alone, feeling awkward when Steven Ripley approached me and started talking to me.
Steven was a black boy, the only black family in town. In fact, he was closer to the next town which was predominantly poor
and black but because of a when a highway that ran through town was constructed, his street ended up going to our school. He was on the football team, was tall, buff, and mean looking. He carried a chip on his shoulder often, and only got along with a few of the football players. He didn't date, not anyone from our school, anyway. Interracial dating was not accepted back then. That night we were two outsiders bonding. I was buzzed and when he suggested we go to his house which was next to the woods and smoke weed, I went with him, Lene had ditched me and it was graduation night afterall.
We went into his house which was a row house, tiny and dilapidated. The stairs were by the front door, as we went to his room. I glanced to the living room seeing his father with a beer in his hand watching tv. He didn't even acknowledge us. We went in his room as he rolled a joint. There were pictures of models on the walls, Farrah, Cheryl Tiegs, and some
center folds as well. "Nice", I said. I was a bit of a feminist then, and thought it was appalling that men objectified women like this. He just laughed but didn't apologize.
I had only been in two guys bedrooms my whole life. Both I dated for a few months. Both were boyfriends that I "loved". Both I ended up making love to. Both had no idea what to do with a woman. I never came with them. I found the only way I achieved orgasm up until that point was with my fingers or the spigot of my bathtub with running water. It didn't seem sexual or even suggestive being there with him at that point. We were just going to smoke. His dad was downstairs afterall. Still, I was afraid someone saw us leave together. I was afraid someone would spread the rumor I hooked up with Steven Ripley.
We got stoned. Really stoned. I remember his dad coming in saying he was going to work, eyeing me up making me feel a bit uncomfortable. The stench of pot was
in the air but he didn't seem to notice. Or care. He left us alone, and I began to feel it was time to go. He was getting that "horny boy" look in his eye. It's a look a girl can sense, and realizing I had made it to his bedroom and was stoned, it was time to go. I mean I was attracted to him, and very horny, but he was black! We would never date, and my parents would kill me! I meant to push off the bed with my hands stumbling my finger tips glancing over what I realized was a prominent bulge in his shorts which seemed to go on to half way to his knee.
"I need to get going",I said pushing my hand away quickly, embarrassed.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me down trying to kiss me. I did not kiss back. This angered him. "What's the matter," he asked as I sat next to him.
"Nothing I don't like you that way," I said shyly. There was no way I could be with him. My friends. my parents!
"What the fuck you come up
here for?" He said angerily.
"I thought we were just going to smoke", I said. "Look your nice but.."
He interrupted me. "But I am black."
I stood up again. "No, it's not that I"
He interrupted again. "You don't tease a nigger like that. At least," he said pulling down his shorts revealing a huge cock, much bigger than I had ever seen and put my hand on it, "give a brother a hand. I won't tell. I heard your pretty good at it."
His cock was in my hand, and I stroked it a moment. I couldn't get my hand around it!
Then I pulled away in which he put my hand on it again backing me against the wall his arms on either side and kissed me again. I kissed back and slowly stroked his cock, as he began to feel me up with strong hands. He was aggressive. Groping my breasts through my tank top. I was wet now. Excited. My mind fighting whether I should stay or go. He wasn't going to be my boyfriend, and even
if he was we just met!
His hands were inside my shirt now pinching and playing with my nipples. He had ripped off my shirt, and was sucking on my nipples. His cock was rubbing against my thigh. He unbuttoned my shorts forcing his hand down my pants forcing his hand into my vagina.
I moaned a bit, and I could sense he felt that I was surrendering to his advances as he turned me plopping me on the bed the springs making a thump. He laid down next to me his cock bouncing
as he did so like a snake. My shorts were to my knees as were my panties
as he began to play with my pussy kissing me. My pulled my shorts off and took his shirt off, we were both naked in his room something I had never done before without going out with someone for months.
He fingered my pussy fast but not rough putting his thumb on my clit rubbing it. I stopped kissing him just looking at him stoned and just concentrated on an orgasm that I
had never felt with another before. I screamed in ectasy, and left Steves sheets soaked with my cascading juices.
"You on the pill", he said as my pussy pulsed with orgasm. I nodded, as he climbed between my legs grabbing me pulling my torso closer to him. "Good cause I don't do rubbers."
You often hear about first time sex with an endowed man being painful. But, first, I was thoroughly lubed and second very stoned. And, surprisingly, he wasn't that rough. Still, his cock
filled me like I had never been filled before. So deep and long were the
thrusts I came quickly again. Then again. By the time he picked up speed I had had three orgasms. His bed squeaked and hit the wall. We didn't speak just kissed and looked at one another, a blonde high school suburb girl and a tough black boy from the other side of town.
After ten minutes and two more orgasms I felt him tighten and bust his nut deep in my vagina. When
we finished there was no loving kisses or cuddling. We laid there his cum running down my labia.
I dressed telling him I should go. And I couldn't even find my panties! I walked home my shorts damp with his orgasm sticking to my cunt. I was in shock, it had happened so fast. And yet I wanted more! I wanted to see him again. I went home and took a bath using the water spigot...
Summer before college Part 1
In 1989 I was 18 years old, just out of high school waiting to attend college in the fall. I was 18, a slightly overweight drama club nerd who was loud and outgoing. I had a lot of friends but I didn't date much. I grew up in a rich suburb of Philadelphia, a very conservative community that was largely white and Catholic. It was the week after graduation, a lot of parties, a lot of partying in the woods where the teenagers would go. I didn't party much until the last part of my senior year after breaking up with my boyfriend of two years. He was one of only two partners until that year. I started "hooking up" after our break up. I wasn't having intercourse, just a lot of handjobs, and being groped. I even found out I had a nickname, "joint and a beer Jill", because I put out after a little partying. Truth is, marijuana did and still does make me very horny!
I was at a
party for a guy I hardly knew, he was on the football team. I wasn't invited, I attended with my friend Lene, a fellow drama nerd. The party was in the "woods", an area of town everyone partied. I didn't go there much, as I didn't attend many parties held by the popular kids. I found myself with a beer in my hand, and then, another. Then, the smell of pot led me to drift to a group on a picnic table. Usually, I hung
with my drama friends where the girls were a lot like me, and the boys largely closeted gays not looking to get with us. We hung largely on the fringe of the party watching all the popular kids, the jocks, and cheerleaders. After a while, Lene disappeared, I later found out with a guy from the swim team. I was largely alone, feeling awkward when Steven Ripley approached me and started talking to me.
Steven was a black boy, the only black family in town. In fact, he was closer to the next town which was predominantly poor
and black but because of a when a highway that ran through town was constructed, his street ended up going to our school. He was on the football team, was tall, buff, and mean looking. He carried a chip on his shoulder often, and only got along with a few of the football players. He didn't date, not anyone from our school, anyway. Interracial dating was not accepted back then. That night we were two outsiders bonding. I was buzzed and when he suggested we go to his house which was next to the woods and smoke weed, I went with him, Lene had ditched me and it was graduation night afterall.
We went into his house which was a row house, tiny and dilapidated. The stairs were by the front door, as we went to his room. I glanced to the living room seeing his father with a beer in his hand watching tv. He didn't even acknowledge us. We went in his room as he rolled a joint. There were pictures of models on the walls, Farrah, Cheryl Tiegs, and some
center folds as well. "Nice", I said. I was a bit of a feminist then, and thought it was appalling that men objectified women like this. He just laughed but didn't apologize.
I had only been in two guys bedrooms my whole life. Both I dated for a few months. Both were boyfriends that I "loved". Both I ended up making love to. Both had no idea what to do with a woman. I never came with them. I found the only way I achieved orgasm up until that point was with my fingers or the spigot of my bathtub with running water. It didn't seem sexual or even suggestive being there with him at that point. We were just going to smoke. His dad was downstairs afterall. Still, I was afraid someone saw us leave together. I was afraid someone would spread the rumor I hooked up with Steven Ripley.
We got stoned. Really stoned. I remember his dad coming in saying he was going to work, eyeing me up making me feel a bit uncomfortable. The stench of pot was
in the air but he didn't seem to notice. Or care. He left us alone, and I began to feel it was time to go. He was getting that "horny boy" look in his eye. It's a look a girl can sense, and realizing I had made it to his bedroom and was stoned, it was time to go. I mean I was attracted to him, and very horny, but he was black! We would never date, and my parents would kill me! I meant to push off the bed with my hands stumbling my finger tips glancing over what I realized was a prominent bulge in his shorts which seemed to go on to half way to his knee.
"I need to get going",I said pushing my hand away quickly, embarrassed.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me down trying to kiss me. I did not kiss back. This angered him. "What's the matter," he asked as I sat next to him.
"Nothing I don't like you that way," I said shyly. There was no way I could be with him. My friends. my parents!
"What the fuck you come up
here for?" He said angerily.
"I thought we were just going to smoke", I said. "Look your nice but.."
He interrupted me. "But I am black."
I stood up again. "No, it's not that I"
He interrupted again. "You don't tease a nigger like that. At least," he said pulling down his shorts revealing a huge cock, much bigger than I had ever seen and put my hand on it, "give a brother a hand. I won't tell. I heard your pretty good at it."
His cock was in my hand, and I stroked it a moment. I couldn't get my hand around it!
Then I pulled away in which he put my hand on it again backing me against the wall his arms on either side and kissed me again. I kissed back and slowly stroked his cock, as he began to feel me up with strong hands. He was aggressive. Groping my breasts through my tank top. I was wet now. Excited. My mind fighting whether I should stay or go. He wasn't going to be my boyfriend, and even
if he was we just met!
His hands were inside my shirt now pinching and playing with my nipples. He had ripped off my shirt, and was sucking on my nipples. His cock was rubbing against my thigh. He unbuttoned my shorts forcing his hand down my pants forcing his hand into my vagina.
I moaned a bit, and I could sense he felt that I was surrendering to his advances as he turned me plopping me on the bed the springs making a thump. He laid down next to me his cock bouncing
as he did so like a snake. My shorts were to my knees as were my panties
as he began to play with my pussy kissing me. My pulled my shorts off and took his shirt off, we were both naked in his room something I had never done before without going out with someone for months.
He fingered my pussy fast but not rough putting his thumb on my clit rubbing it. I stopped kissing him just looking at him stoned and just concentrated on an orgasm that I
had never felt with another before. I screamed in ectasy, and left Steves sheets soaked with my cascading juices.
"You on the pill", he said as my pussy pulsed with orgasm. I nodded, as he climbed between my legs grabbing me pulling my torso closer to him. "Good cause I don't do rubbers."
You often hear about first time sex with an endowed man being painful. But, first, I was thoroughly lubed and second very stoned. And, surprisingly, he wasn't that rough. Still, his cock
filled me like I had never been filled before. So deep and long were the
thrusts I came quickly again. Then again. By the time he picked up speed I had had three orgasms. His bed squeaked and hit the wall. We didn't speak just kissed and looked at one another, a blonde high school suburb girl and a tough black boy from the other side of town.
After ten minutes and two more orgasms I felt him tighten and bust his nut deep in my vagina. When
we finished there was no loving kisses or cuddling. We laid there his cum running down my labia.
I dressed telling him I should go. And I couldn't even find my panties! I walked home my shorts damp with his orgasm sticking to my cunt. I was in shock, it had happened so fast. And yet I wanted more! I wanted to see him again. I went home and took a bath using the water spigot...
