Straight Female / 20
My First Time Was In A Threesome
it was all pretty dreadful and I swear I normally lie whenever I tell people about my first time, never the full story and you'll understand why. Years ago when I was like still in the 7th grade I was dating this one boy who was two older than me. Cute, more mature than my peers, funny... He wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was the first I started to experiment with. After dating for some months, we both wanted to explore but I was more nervous to do anything more than sext or revealing.
Well, I remember one of the times after school my mom didn't mind, I just walked with him to his house to hang out. We've done this a few times, and it was also one of the rare moments we could get away with stuff. This time though, rather than just making out on the couch, we started to take things a step farther with us groping and my shirt came off.
Nothing though kills the mood quicker than realizing not only was his dad still home, but our commotion woke him up and here he is like he's about to give us a lecture after being caught in the act. Instead? While I sheepishly tried to cover myself, he just sort of waved it off saying stuff like he use to sneak around his parents backs as a kid too.
The awkward part wasn't him hanging out in the living room with us after being caught, or even giving me and his son our first alcohol like he's a man now while he turned on the tv, no the awkward part came when he started asking questions.
Alot of it felt like a haze, like alot was going on and after a while I was tipsy enough. Just, sitting there, after some moment my bf started rubbing up on me like we did originally, and well, after working me up we just started making out again. And before long he was feeling me up by my thigh, but then I felt his dad's hand doing the same and I just kind of forgot so I didn't stop any of it.
Yes yes yes I know I should have before anything went further but idk what was with me at the time okay.
It was wierd. Not just because here I am with my bf in front of his dad, but here is his dad trying to teach his son some moves, or just the fact here I am with a guy more than twice my age hands down my pants or tossing my bra off. And after some persistence, whatever I did to my bf or vice versa I did to him... kissing, groping, handjob, blowjob... Eventually I just tried to tune things out when I was just focusing on my bf. I didn't know what else to do
I'm still mad at myself and at him for this, but on the couch I was blowing my bf off while he was off messing with behind me, till he just sort of stopped then I felt him rubbing between again before well, I lost my cherry, and he just kept going at it and I wanted it all to end. Even when it was my bf I was over it. And when they were all done I pretty much went home and cried.
Following weeks I hated going over to his place. It wasn't the memory or even a grudge, but his dad was such a creep about it now making small comments or seeing if he could make a move, but just no. All the while the relationship started to fall apart for alot of reasons and I broke up with him. It sucked that people around the school figured out we had sex and a few mean rumors flied around but there was always some other drama for people to latch on to.
I didn't date again until I was well into high school, which was something I really needed. And sure I did have some bad breakups since then but really nothing digs as deep as that one.
Well, I remember one of the times after school my mom didn't mind, I just walked with him to his house to hang out. We've done this a few times, and it was also one of the rare moments we could get away with stuff. This time though, rather than just making out on the couch, we started to take things a step farther with us groping and my shirt came off.
Nothing though kills the mood quicker than realizing not only was his dad still home, but our commotion woke him up and here he is like he's about to give us a lecture after being caught in the act. Instead? While I sheepishly tried to cover myself, he just sort of waved it off saying stuff like he use to sneak around his parents backs as a kid too.
The awkward part wasn't him hanging out in the living room with us after being caught, or even giving me and his son our first alcohol like he's a man now while he turned on the tv, no the awkward part came when he started asking questions.
Alot of it felt like a haze, like alot was going on and after a while I was tipsy enough. Just, sitting there, after some moment my bf started rubbing up on me like we did originally, and well, after working me up we just started making out again. And before long he was feeling me up by my thigh, but then I felt his dad's hand doing the same and I just kind of forgot so I didn't stop any of it.
Yes yes yes I know I should have before anything went further but idk what was with me at the time okay.
It was wierd. Not just because here I am with my bf in front of his dad, but here is his dad trying to teach his son some moves, or just the fact here I am with a guy more than twice my age hands down my pants or tossing my bra off. And after some persistence, whatever I did to my bf or vice versa I did to him... kissing, groping, handjob, blowjob... Eventually I just tried to tune things out when I was just focusing on my bf. I didn't know what else to do
I'm still mad at myself and at him for this, but on the couch I was blowing my bf off while he was off messing with behind me, till he just sort of stopped then I felt him rubbing between again before well, I lost my cherry, and he just kept going at it and I wanted it all to end. Even when it was my bf I was over it. And when they were all done I pretty much went home and cried.
Following weeks I hated going over to his place. It wasn't the memory or even a grudge, but his dad was such a creep about it now making small comments or seeing if he could make a move, but just no. All the while the relationship started to fall apart for alot of reasons and I broke up with him. It sucked that people around the school figured out we had sex and a few mean rumors flied around but there was always some other drama for people to latch on to.
I didn't date again until I was well into high school, which was something I really needed. And sure I did have some bad breakups since then but really nothing digs as deep as that one.
