Straight Female / 49
Sometimes Your Just Glad You're Not A Boy
I am one of those girls who almost had sex. It happened on the Thanksgiving when I was 16. We went to my Grandmother's. She invited the family that had moved in next door. I was 16 and the boy was 19 and I was his designated hostess. While we waited for everything come together he and I stood by the built in bookcase in the living room. We were close so we could talk. He just touched my pussy. And immediately asked 'like that?'.
Then he touched my tit, 'how about that?'. I should have slapped him, yelled at him, walked away. But I didn't. I just stood there. He took my hand and walked me down the hall to my Grandfather's office and closed the door. 'Does the carpet match the dr**es?'. I had no idea what he was talking about. He took me by the waist of my pants and put his hand down my pants. Fingering my lips he asked 'how about a quickie?'. 'A what?' I answered.
"How about a quick fuck before dinner?'. Again, I should have turned and left but I didn't. 'Want to se the one eyed monster?'. 'What?' I answered. "Here' and he opened his pants and his one eyed monster hung out, 'here, kiss my dick'. My brain did not work. I didn't kiss his dick. Pulling my pants down to my knees he pushed me against my Grandfather's desk. His dick rubbed up against my lips, then bending me backwards he got his dick against my vagina.
I bent, stood on my toes, his dick went squirt squirt and I had a pussy all sticky with cum. He was so embarrassed but I didn't know why. I pulled my pants up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. Dinner was absolute silence, he clammed up. I did the hostess thing, got him his plate and everything, but no more words. All he wanted to do was leave. And he did.
I had no explanation for my Grandmother. It was many years later that I learned about premature ejaculation.
Then he touched my tit, 'how about that?'. I should have slapped him, yelled at him, walked away. But I didn't. I just stood there. He took my hand and walked me down the hall to my Grandfather's office and closed the door. 'Does the carpet match the dr**es?'. I had no idea what he was talking about. He took me by the waist of my pants and put his hand down my pants. Fingering my lips he asked 'how about a quickie?'. 'A what?' I answered.
"How about a quick fuck before dinner?'. Again, I should have turned and left but I didn't. 'Want to se the one eyed monster?'. 'What?' I answered. "Here' and he opened his pants and his one eyed monster hung out, 'here, kiss my dick'. My brain did not work. I didn't kiss his dick. Pulling my pants down to my knees he pushed me against my Grandfather's desk. His dick rubbed up against my lips, then bending me backwards he got his dick against my vagina.
I bent, stood on my toes, his dick went squirt squirt and I had a pussy all sticky with cum. He was so embarrassed but I didn't know why. I pulled my pants up and went to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. Dinner was absolute silence, he clammed up. I did the hostess thing, got him his plate and everything, but no more words. All he wanted to do was leave. And he did.
I had no explanation for my Grandmother. It was many years later that I learned about premature ejaculation.
