Hi, I'm Cassie. I stay active with running and did dance in high school. I stay pretty fit, and since I was 14 I've been a DD cup. It probably doesn't seem like much but when you're pretty thin they tend to stand out. At times I've liked the attention, other times it gets annoying. When you're a thin, blond girl with big boobs everybody just assumes you're, like, stupid or something. So, anyway, about my secret confession or whatever. Apparently, it's supposed to be about my first sexual experience. I was 15 and at the library. I went from being a stick to having my DDs relatively fast and was wearing a looser shirt than I normally wear because I wasn't used to how I should dress yet and felt awkward about them. 5'3, 110pounds and then wake up one day to have these, y'know?? So I was trying to hide them but they were still noticeable. Then this older guy comes in, I found out later he was 23. He was so hot, like scruffy, with dark spiky hair, thin but muscle-y. I kept looking at him, trying to not be seen, but he did see me and then when next I looked at him he would smile or give a stupid look that made me chuckle. Eventually he sat down with a pile of books at the table I was at and introduced himself as Darren. I found out he was in college, played in a band, all that stuff. He flirted with me a bit, which made me feel good. After a bit he tells me he thinks I'm incredibly cute and he wants to get to know me better but it being in a library it's hard to talk. So he asks me if I would like to go sit in his van and talk for a while. At first I was all shy and "I don't know" but I'm excited this hot guy thinks I'm cute so it took him all of 10 seconds to convince me. So we get into his van and it smells kind of funny but it's like this big panel van and he tells me his band uses it to lug equipment around between gigs. I'm like "Cool". The van is parked close to the library, but abut a block away and facing this river so we're overlooking it and talking and he tells me how very cute I am and I'm blushing and he asks me how old I am and at first I lied to him and told him I was 17. He told me I looked much older, that he thought he was younger than me. I laugh and tell him "Nope, I'm a youngin." Then he asks me if I smoke pot. I was like "No, I don't do that stuff." And he was like "Ever??" I told him I didn't and he tells me it just makes you feel relaxed and easy going and loose, like nothing matters, and it's just fun to chill with someone and smoke. So I tell him I would try it if he had any on him. He pulled out a joint and said we should move to the back of the van. He opened this little vent in the roof and I asked him if I was going to smell like it because I had to go home later. He told me my clothes probably would so I should probably take my shirt off and keep it up front so it didn't smell like it. I was like "Uh, I don't know" and he laughed and said he could take his shirt off to make me more comfortable, but then handed me this wrinkled button up from the back of his van and told me I could wear one of his. He even turned around like a perfect gentleman. I took my shirt off and put his on, but with my bust I only buttoned a couple in the middle. The shirt was big enough it didn't really show much except maybe a little cleavage. He looked at me and goes "damn." I giggled and tucked my hair behind my ear and told him to "light it up". He did and after a horrible coughing fit the first time I inhaled, it wasn't awful. Before long I was tingling all over and laughing. I laid down, enjoying the feeling, and then he was lying by me and kind of hovering over me. I just said "Uh hi" when he leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't my first kiss ever, but it was the first one that really excited me. His lips on mine, that cottony feeling in my mouth like I need a large drink, his tongue probing my mouth and flicking against my tongue. His one arm scooped around me, his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me towards him. His hand went up my side and under the shirt to cup my boob in my bra, and then he undid the buttons and his shirt fell off my chest. He was kissing on my neck and I felt great as he worked his hand under me and unclasped my bra. He pulled it off and stared at my boobs and was like "Damn. You have a great body!" I propped myself up on my elbows and told him I had a confession to make and told him my real age. He was uneasy and I could see he was struggling with my awesome rack and how young I was, but I didn't want to stop so I reached out and touched the sizable bulge in his pants. He looked at me funny but didn't stop me. I told him I wouldn't say anything but that didn't mean I wanted to go all the way. I wasn't on birth control yet. He said okay and I rubbed him through his pants. I told him I liked him touching me and that he liked looking at me and he went down and started kissing my chest. He told me he liked that I had small nipples, that they were a thing for him, especially on big tits. I kept rubbing him through his pants and after a minute he sat up and undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. He didn't say anything, but I knew and moved my hand to rub him through his boxerbriefs. I could see a wet spot where the tip of his penis was but didn't know what it was. I reached into his pants and felt his thickness before pulling it out and seeing a cock for the first time in my life. I didn't know this until my next boyfriend, but Darren was uncircumcised. His pre-cum was very sticky and I rubbed it all around his cock. He seemed to enjoy it. We made out some more and after a while he sat up and told me he wish he had a place to cum because his balls were starting to hurt. I asked him if he had a condom and he asked me if I changed my mind but I told him "No, just if you had one I could jerk you off into it or something." He said "That'd be a waist of a condom." I asked him if there was something else I could do because I got him like this and I didn't want to leave him hurting. He asked if I give head. I was like "what??" and he asks me "Blowjobs?? Do you do them??" I was like "I don't know how..." He tells me it's easy, but then lets it go and goes "How bout I jerk off in your mouth??" I told him I didn't want to get pregnant and he laughs and goes "You're so naive. You can't get pregnant from swallowing cum, only if it's in your pussy." He then tells me I'll have to learn eventually and I can open the door and spit it out if I don't like it and it'll look less weird then if he opened the door and jerked off on the ground. So I said okay. I was on my knees in front of him, leaning over, and he's kind of laying against the inside of the van and puts his thick cock against my lips and tells me to stroke him. I do and he kind of pushes the tip into my mouth and I can taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. I actually kind of liked it and probably would have taken more if I knew what I was doing then and wasn't so scared of being awful. Before long he's like really hard and he's telling me he's close and then he grabs himself and starts stroking really fast and hard and I know he's going to finish so I open my mouth and he tells me to keep it closed around him, so I close my mouth around the tip of his penis and he's stroking so fast he hits me in the mouth with his hand a couple times and then he goes "oh fuck yeah baby" and this really thick, salty stuff shoots into my mouth. At first I tried to pull my head back, but his hand was on the back of my head and he tells me not to so I stay there for the second shot and then he pushed my head down so I had taken about half his penis in my mouth and shoots a 3rd shot to the back of my throat which causes me to swallow and start coughing and then the 4th shot made me feel like I was drowning so I pulled away but he grabbed me as his penis left my mouth and pulled me onto him so my breasts were against his penis for the last bit to come out. I coughed badly against his chest. I thought I was going to throw up but I didn't. Feeling his sperm in my stomach left me feeling equal parts aroused and sick. I could taste him in my mouth the rest of the night. His cum against my boobs, his throbbing penis between them, was a feeling I really enjoyed. I can't explain it but I felt sexy. He asked me if I was alright and I told him I wasn't expecting that thrust and the choking and he told me that my mouth was the most incredible thing he's ever entered and he needed more of it to finish. He asked if I wanted to clean him up a bit and I was like "Seriously?? Again?? You nearly drowned me." He kind of cupped the side of my face and pulled me down to his penis and put it in my mouth. There was still some cum on it and he told me I knew what to do. I started to suck him but he stopped me immediately, telling me he was too sensitive for that, he guessed, but I should lick around it and enjoy it. I did and it felt good to me, and I'm sure he liked it, too. I didn't get him off that time, though. We stopped and I had to go but we continued for about a year. I had his number but I wasn't to call him or anything unless he texted or called me first, because I was young and we had to be discreet. I lost my V card to Darren which resulted in my first pregnancy scare before I finally got on birth control. I know we should have used condoms but we never did because he told me the way I felt just felt right, natural, and he desired to feel all of me every time we made love. I did everything he asked of me. When I was 16 he broke up with me because he was growing tired of keeping me secret from his girlfriend, which I didn't know he had, and he'd done all he could with me and I just wasn't interesting anymore. Since I couldn't tell anyone about what we had been doing, I had no one to talk about it to so I just went on being depressed for a few months until I met my next boyfriend. And that's that story.