My First Time.

I was in 8th grade when I finally got up the nerve to talk to a girl. Her name was Valerie and she was a slightly chubby girl with a round face and dark reddish brown hair who smoked pot and dressed like a hippie. Not knowing what else to say, I simply asked her if she would be my girlfriend, immediately regretting it, but then she gave me a cute smile and said yes.

We decided to meet at the movies that Friday night and I was excited at the prospect of what might happen, and nervous about what was expected of me. When I got there, Valerie was waiting and with her was her bestie Lori, a dirty blonde with frizzy hair, rosy cheeks. At first, I was put out by her being there, but then I realized that it took a lot of pressure off me; I couldn't very well be expected to try anything in front of her.

With an hour to kill, we went out to the back of the theater and smoked an oiler, a doobie with hash oil, getting really stoned before heading inside. The theater showing our movie was mostly empty, so we headed up to the back row, Val sitting between me an Lori with the giant popcorn on her lap. While we watched the trailers, I worked out how I was going to make my first move, worried Val might get mad at me if I did, because, as we all know, girls don't like sex the way boys do. I did all the awkward things, like stretching to get my arm around Val, slowly so as not to startle her.

To my surprise, she leaned slightly into me, eyes on the screen. I glanced to see Lori watching me, a big grin on her face. I turned away quickly, feeling embarrasbut sed, thankful the lights went out as the first movie began. For almost half the movie, I just sat there, staring at the screen, but not seeing because I was focused on my arm around Val. I didn't know how to proceed, peeking down at her boobs and dying for my first feel. It got to be too much, so I eased my hand down over her left boob, expecting her t o push it away in outrage. Instead, she kept eating popcorn and watching the movie, encouraging me.

After a minute or two, Val took my wrist, making me think my feel was over, but she very casually moved my hand down under her top, giving me my first feel of a breast and her rubbery nipple. I was barely able to contain myself, excited, but then I saw Lori staring and smiling at me. I started to pull my hand out of Val's top but she stopped me, turned to me and I finally got my first kiss. I copied what she did with her tongue, not sure what else to do; when we broke she told me I was a really good kisser. Lori said something and Val answered her back, then they both looked at me, smiling.

I got bolder by the time the movie ended, I had my hand between Val's legs, over her tight jeans as we made out madly. She pulled away, looked around, then unbuckled her belt and opened the fly of her jeans. She then put my hand at the top of her panties, and I eased it down, getting my first feel of a pussy. It was amazingly warm and soft and wet, and felt totally alien but in a good way. I saw she liked it when I touched the little bud above her opening, and caressed it, making her moan.

Because her jeans were so tight, it was hard to finger her, which was when she noticed the nerve damage where my hands mimic what the other one does, though only slightly most of the time. If the hand I am using has difficulty, the other will contort with it; trying to finger her had my hand on her breast mimicking it. I explained it to her, and she pointed it out to Lori, and they both laughed, which made me angry. Totally out of character, I told Val she was still my girlfriend, to not get mad, then before she could say anything, I told Lori to come sit on the other side of me.

They looked at each other, and whispered something, then Lori got up and sat next to me. She sat down, looked around, then undid her jeans and sat back grinning at me. I slid my hand down Val's pants, then slid my other hand down Lori's, finding her pussy in much the same condition as Val's. Lori and I kissed several times, but I made sure to pay more attention to Val, which, because of my nerve damage, Lori benefited from. By the end of the main movie, I was sure I made both cum several times. When the lights came on, I asked if they wanted to go somewhere to party, like the park, but Lori said we could go to her house because her mom was gone for the weekend.

I later learned that neither girl had ever been with a guy before me, or with another girl.