I was a small town girl in the big city. I did not know it, but I was very naive. I was rooming with a friend from college while I found my own place. This one night, a Friday to be exact, I went with my roommate and a group of her friends to eat Mexican food at a local spot. One of the guys got fresh with me, really fresh touching my butt, putting his arm around me, grabbing my top to look down my chest, when I tried to stop him he held my wrists and sat me down and he put his other arm around me and held me like that until I surrendered. Right then, in that Mexican joint, sitting against the wall I knew what Little Red Riding Hood knew, the wolf was going to eat me.

I looked at him and wondered what it was going to be like. Was it going to hurt. Where was he going to take me. Was he going to keep me all night? I had never been with a man until then. I knew the birds and the bees, but I never thought it was going to be like that.

I thought to myself as he drove that I should pay attention to where I was, but it was dark and all I could think about was what he was going to do to me. I was very wet, I thought that was good it wouldn't hurt so much. At is apartment he walked up the steps ahead of me and kept telling me to hurry up. I followed, I saw him open the door and hold it open for me and I walked in. I looked around, it was a small apartment, I could see the bed in the other room.

I heard him tell me he had a hard on, I saw him unzip his pants and take them off and kick them away. He was in his shirt and nothing else but a hard on. His penis was smaller than I thought, it felt much larger when he had me hold it when we were in the restaurant. He took my pants off and he screwed me on the couch. We never made it to the bed. When he stopped fucking he looked at me and told me he was cumming and if I could feel his cum shooting into me. I couldn't. It was over. No pain. I felt like I needed to say something, I sat up and asked him if he needed anything. I went to the kitchen and found a couple of glasses and got some water and went back and sat down beside him.

He leaned back and his penis lay there, so I picked it up with my fingers to inspect it. I had never held a naked penis before, and the only time I had touched one was earlier in the restaurant when he had me grab his hard on in his pants. His penis did not look menacing. I decided to kiss it, and bent over and kissed it first and then put it in my mouth and started to suck it like a lollypop. I felt his hands on my head and then I felt his penis get hard and he wouldn't let me lift my head and his penis got hard again, and he got real rough and grabbed me and put me down hard on the couch and told me to lift my hips and he fucked me and pushed my head into the cushion.

I don't know if I was wet or not, but it didn't hurt, after a while it felt good and I was just feeling it when he held my neck down and told me he was going to fill me up again.

He got off and when I turned over to sit on the couch he held my legs open so he could see his cum drip out of me. Then we went to the room and he told me to get undressed and get in bed with him.

In the morning we showered together, and he loaned me a shirt, and I went commando for him, and we went to IHOP. He then took me back to the apartment I was sharing with my friend.

I was a big city girl now, and I had fallen in love. I was the kind of girl that is a pest. I was told to cool it several times, both by my boyfriend and my roommate. If it was meant to be it was meant to be, in the meantime I had sex with him whenever he wanted. It was long time before he called me his girlfriend, he always told me he had other girlfriends, and not to get any ideas. In the big city things were fluid, until he relented and I moved in with him. After that the other girlfriends faded away.