Straight Female / 42
A short story about my deflowering (that is what my mother called it when she found out).
I was all of 16 and had an afternoon job at the Dairy Queen. I would walk home afterwards, which was about three blocks. I was more than innocent, at that time I never thought about boys and much less about sex. Pictures of those days show that I was a pretty girl, but really dressed plain and worse in my uniform.
The guy next door was divorced salesman who worked for the plant in town. Every day I walked home he was standing in his doorway and would watch me walk by. I saw him there, but really never paid attention, those things just did not cross my mind.
That afternoon, I was home and still in my uniform, when he rang the doorbell and asked me how I was doing. He walked in, and looked around and asked me if my mother was home. He walked around the whole house and asked me what time she came home. I answered truthfully.
He asked me if I liked wearing that uniform, that it made me look frumpy. He went on to say that he was sure I was a much better looking girl out of the uniform than with it. By then he had me backed up to the wall and he put his hands on my breasts. What he said was true, I liked that. I liked it a lot. He could tell, he kept rubbing me and pushing his hips up against me and thrusting himself against me.
He had opened the buttons on my blouse and pulled my bra back so he could look at my nipples. I could feel himself grinding against my hips, thrusting up. He took me by the hand back to my mother's room and took off my blouse and bra and proceeded to suck on each of my breasts while he felt me up. I was hot, I had never been hot before, so the whole feeling was strange, when he pulled my skirt off and then my underwear I got cold, laying in front of him like that. He stood up and took off his clothes, his penis was erect as he waved it over my face and told me I was going to like it.
He reached down and fingered me to make sure I was wet and he got over me and told me I was really going to like it.
I was deflowered, all my nervousness went away, he just deflowered me and I liked it just like he said. I liked it when he kissed me on the mouth and he used his tongue to open my lips. I liked it while he humped, I liked it when he took one of my breasts in his hand and just squeezed it like an orange. I wanted him to kiss me some more, he noticed and he went back to French kissing me and pounded me until he was done.
After my shift when I walked by his house, he would stand and we would make eye contact, and I would rush home. He invited me into his house and I went and found out that there were lots of ways to have sex. After several months of messing around with him, my mother noticed how he looked at me and how I looked at him. She asked me if he had 'done it'. I said, 'done what?', and she answered 'deflowered me'. I didn't have to answer, she knew.
I was all of 16 and had an afternoon job at the Dairy Queen. I would walk home afterwards, which was about three blocks. I was more than innocent, at that time I never thought about boys and much less about sex. Pictures of those days show that I was a pretty girl, but really dressed plain and worse in my uniform.
The guy next door was divorced salesman who worked for the plant in town. Every day I walked home he was standing in his doorway and would watch me walk by. I saw him there, but really never paid attention, those things just did not cross my mind.
That afternoon, I was home and still in my uniform, when he rang the doorbell and asked me how I was doing. He walked in, and looked around and asked me if my mother was home. He walked around the whole house and asked me what time she came home. I answered truthfully.
He asked me if I liked wearing that uniform, that it made me look frumpy. He went on to say that he was sure I was a much better looking girl out of the uniform than with it. By then he had me backed up to the wall and he put his hands on my breasts. What he said was true, I liked that. I liked it a lot. He could tell, he kept rubbing me and pushing his hips up against me and thrusting himself against me.
He had opened the buttons on my blouse and pulled my bra back so he could look at my nipples. I could feel himself grinding against my hips, thrusting up. He took me by the hand back to my mother's room and took off my blouse and bra and proceeded to suck on each of my breasts while he felt me up. I was hot, I had never been hot before, so the whole feeling was strange, when he pulled my skirt off and then my underwear I got cold, laying in front of him like that. He stood up and took off his clothes, his penis was erect as he waved it over my face and told me I was going to like it.
He reached down and fingered me to make sure I was wet and he got over me and told me I was really going to like it.
I was deflowered, all my nervousness went away, he just deflowered me and I liked it just like he said. I liked it when he kissed me on the mouth and he used his tongue to open my lips. I liked it while he humped, I liked it when he took one of my breasts in his hand and just squeezed it like an orange. I wanted him to kiss me some more, he noticed and he went back to French kissing me and pounded me until he was done.
After my shift when I walked by his house, he would stand and we would make eye contact, and I would rush home. He invited me into his house and I went and found out that there were lots of ways to have sex. After several months of messing around with him, my mother noticed how he looked at me and how I looked at him. She asked me if he had 'done it'. I said, 'done what?', and she answered 'deflowered me'. I didn't have to answer, she knew.
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