Giving my boyfriend his first blowjob

This is the story of when I gave my first ever blow job to my then-boyfriend. We were both 16 and had been together for 3 or 4 weeks, and although I didn’t feel comfortable enough to offer him my virgin pussy, I certainly begun to wonder about experiencing the physical side of love.



We’d been in the park one summer’s afternoon with some of our friends, just hanging out and having a fun time. Terry was 16 and a half, and I found myself becoming more transfixed watching him kick a ball around with his friends. He was about 5 foot 6 tall and of an athletic build, and I found myself staring at his slender waist and body as he ran around, wondering at what exactly lay concealed in those shorts. We strolled home in the late afternoon, holding hands and talking. When we kissed goodbye, he offered me in to the house for a beer as his parents were away for the evening. I gladly accepted.



He gave me a beer from the fridge and we went upstairs and sat on his bed as we drank the cool beers and chatted. Out of the blue, he leant over and kissed me. I was a little surprised and taken unawares at first as his tongue probed gently against mine. But as I responded, it snaked into my mouth and we began french kissing. We laid down next to each other and continued kissing and caressing each other. I noticed his cock had started to harden in his shorts, making a bulge in the fabric. Gingerly, I reached out a hand and gently began to rub it. He gasped, and kissed me again as his cock stiffened more. I genuinely thought it’d tear through the cotton such was his excitement! He began to reach under my short summer skirt up my thighs and rub my pussy, but I pulled his hand sharply away.



“Not yet”, I gasped, breaking off our kiss. “I don’t feel ready for that yet”.



I kissed him again, almost apologetic for exciting him. “There’s something else I can do for you though”.



He looked confused.



“Has anyone given you a blow job before?” I asked.