First Cum

I apologize in advance that this story takes a bit of time to set up. Sometimes the truth is quick, and sometimes the truth takes a while to impart. Thank you for reading.

I experiencing my first kiss during my freshman year of high school. A year later, I touched my first breasts, and wholly another year later I finally got my fingers wet inside a girl. Although an attractive young man, and having lettered in two sports, girls around my age showed very little interest in me. I noticed older women watch me at the gym and when I ran shirtless as part of my daily exercise regimine, but girls my own age all mostly steered clear of me. All that started to change when I met Sarah.

Sarah was a year below me at my high school. When we met at the end of my junior year, she was 15 years old and and I was 17 years old. Sarah was by no means the prettiest girl in school, nor was she the most popular. Sarah hung out with the burners and rockers, and she was quite the party girl…not that she looked it in her preppy best. At five feet and six inches more, her height was quite average. Her curvy hips and 36C chest belied her tender age, as she had the body of a woman 10 years her senior. Her long, straight hair was the definition of strawberry blonde, and framed a very enchanting pair of ice-blue eyes.

Naturally enough, we met at a high school party. We hit it off immediately, and one date later we became an “item”. Despite all her party girl behavior, the strutting around and acting badass, Sarah was really a daddy’s girl at heart. She got excellent grades in mostly honors courses, volunteered her time for sick children and the elderly, and was a virgin not only to sex, but to all of manhood in general, save for a few kisses.
A couple weeks after we met, school wound down for the year and summer break began. I spent every day in the gym and she spent every day selling clothes at the local mall. Every evening I picked Sarah up from work and we would spend the evening together until her curfew tolled and she was due home. Over the course of the next month, our physical interactions had escalated from mere kissing to vigorous manual stimulation, and eventually oral sex. While I learned quickly how to give her an orgasm, she failed to extract so much as a drop of pre-cum from me.

Not much had changed by her sixteenth birthday, at the end of August. She was frustrated because I would never finish for her, and I was even more frustrated because we had agreed that I would quit masturbating until she could push me over the edge. Between you and me, she was doing everything right, I was just impeded by years and years of Catholic School guilt.

Sarah’s father had taken a strong liking to me as soon as he met me.