I started dating a little later than my friends, around 19. I was friends with a lot of guys in high school, but no one seemed to want to date me, same during my freshman year of college. I finally got on OKCupid, and met a guy. Nice, nerdy, 4 years older but only a little more experienced than me. I was so ready to get laid. On our second date we went from my first kiss ever to being mostly naked with him fingering me in the back of his minivan (hey, it gave us a lot of space to ourselves…) within the span of about 5 hours. He asked if I would be okay with him giving me oral, but we didn’t get to it. I was so into it, but then we saw the blue and red flashing lights outside the window.

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We luckily were not arrested, but told to move it along. Our next date was in the daytime in a park, and we made out but couldn’t do much else. Our fourth date, I went to visit him at work. He worked at a college. It was the summer, and his entire building was mostly deserted. After making out in his office, he tucked his erection up into his belt and gave me a little tour of the building. We ended in a room that had a couch.

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He locked the door behind us and promised there were no cameras in the room. We lay down on the couch and made out. His hand snaked up my short dress and rubbed my clit while we kissed. I reached toward his jeans and said, “let me touch you.” He sat up, and unbuttoned his pants. He was fully erect and I tentatively rubbed it.

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“You can grip it harder.” I tightened my fist and he exhaled contentedly while I jerked him slowly. I was scared of going too hard, or too fast and hurting him. I also remembered my friend Alice in high school saying “why give a hand job when you can give a blowjob? He’s better at hand jobs anyway.”

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“Can I use my mouth?” I said.

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“Yeah.” he said, maybe a little surprised. We were both sitting on the couch, and I leaned over and sucked and licked the tip of his cock. He groaned and I was trying to remember things I’d read in my mom’s Cosmos. Lick the bottom of the head? Check. Pay special attention to the little hole and tongue it? Sure. Touch his balls? Yeah, as much as I can get to them with his jeans still on.

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He said my name and I looked up. He spread his legs wider and said “would you sit on the floor…I want to see you.” I obliged and got on my knees between his legs, looking up at his face. I was taking more of his dick now, bobbing my head up and down and twisting my hand around the base of his dick. At different points he moaned and cursed, gripping my hair as lightly as he could. I wasn’t sure how much I could take him, and I gagged, just a little. I felt him tense.

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“Just suck the tip, baby.”

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I focused on licking and sucking the tip of his cock, my mouth a pool of saliva, while he jerked himself off. His fist was lightly hitting my lips- they would end up a little bruised and puffy. It hurt but I didn’t want him to stop.

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“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

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I wasn’t sure what to do. I could pull away but where would he come? We were in the middle what was basically a classroom. I kept my lips wrapped around his cock, and within a minute, his legs were shaking and I felt thick spurts of cum land on my tongue. I kept licking and without even thinking if I should or not, swallowed it all. He shuddered and said I could stop- his cock was too sensitive. I sat up on the floor, and he slid down to join me.

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He examined my face, my hair, and my dress guiltily. “Did you really swallow all of it?…yeah, I guess you really did. Thank you sweetie.” He kissed me, and we ended up cuddling on the floor for an hour. The next date was when I lost my virginity. 😉

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