My first Time_(61)

Note: This story is 100% true of my first time with a guy. However I am no longer a goodie two-shoes and have many more stories to share if reviews are positive.


My freshman year in high school was a year in which I changed. I had always been a popular girl, and my father’s success as a lawyer led me to private Catholic schools all the way through high school. I wasn’t a devout Catholic, but I followed all the school rules and never set a foot out of line. All of that was about to change.

In eighth grade, a year before this story takes place, I really began to develop as a young woman. I was, as I said, rather popular, even before this, but when my breasts really began to grow I became the center of attention for many guys. I befriended them, but being a “good girl” I never did anything more. At the end of the year, I was finally asked out by a guy named Alex. I had never been asked out before, so I said yes, quite excited.

Over the summer we hung out and enjoyed going to friends’ parties and the movies, and a whole list of other events. By the beginning of freshmen year we were still going out, and I was as happy as I could be. I tried out for and made the junior varsity soccer team while most of my friends only made freshman. I was voted as one of the four freshman class officers, something that would help me apply for colleges. But it is still a huge transition from junior high to high school. Whenever Alex and I went to parties, usually hosted by a sophomore that we were friends with, I noticed a lot of alcohol and marijuana, something that made me uncomfortable. Many of my friends, however, were fine with it, and eventually started doing things to get the booze they wanted. I pretended not to notice, and I focused on Alex. But he was getting distant, tired of a girl that would barely kiss him while all his friends were getting blown by girls.

It happened one day at school, a Friday. There was a party that night at Mallory’s house, and we were going. But every time I tried to talk to Alex that day he always found a way to escape before I could talk to him. I asked my friend Lea, one of the girls that was adapting well, what it meant and she said she thought he was going to break up with me.

“Why would he do that though,” I asked, astonished. The thought had never crossed my mind. What more could he want? He had a popular, successful, attractive girlfriend that was infatuated with him. I had even made out with him in front of a group of people at a party!

“I don’t know,” said Lea. She was about 5′ 2″, the same height as me, with a smoky voice and large, brown eyes that matched her soft, velvety black hair perfectly. She was one of my friends that had also made the JV soccer team, and she was pretty thin, with very nice sized breasts, about a C-cup. “Do you guys do anything together?”

“Yeah! All the time. We go to the movies and parties, and we hang out together at our housesand all sorts of stuff,” I answered.

Lea laughed. I blushed, partly in embarrassment and partly in anger. What was wrong with that? We did a lot of stuff together. “No, no, no,” she said when she was done laughing. “Like have you guys done it?”

I blushed again, this time all embarrassment. “No! Of course not. Why would I? Everyone says we’re supposed to wait for marriage.”

Another fit of laughter. LEa then said, “That’s a load of B.S. Faith. Waiting doesn’t matter, no one cares anymore. And that might be why he doesn’t want to go out with you anymore. You have to keep him interested.”

“How do I do that?” I asked. I was genuinely interested–even though I didn’t want to lose my virginity, I didn’t want Alex to dump me. “Without…sex,” I added quietly, fearing that someone in the classroom might hear me.

“Well,” she said. She frowned as she thought. “Are you going to the party tonight? The one at Mal’s house.”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Alex is too.”

“Can I ask you a question before I give you advice?” she whispered. Without waiting for a reply she continued, “What in the world is wrong with him that you won’t fuck him? He’s hot and if you weren’t going out with him, I’d do him.”

My mouth was wide open as she said this. I had never heard her talk like this! “Well, there’s nothing wrong with him, I mean I know he’s cute but…I’m nervous about sex. What if I get pregnant?”

“Condom,” she replied. “Duh!. Use one and you won’t get pregnant. I thought you were supposed to be smart.”

The conversation continued until the end of class. As the bell rang and we ran out of class, Lea turned to me. “Come over my house after soccer. Text Alex and tell him you’ll meet him at the party. We can get ready at my house and I’ll tell you what to do”

At 5:30 we finished practice and Lea’s mom drove us to her house. The party was at 7, but Mal wanted us there at 6:30, so we were in a rush. Lea somehow convinced me to just shower at the same time as her, that her shower was big enough. It definitely was big enough, and I didn’t want to be late so I finally relented. We undressed and climbed into the shower, helping each other clean some hard to reach places. When we were done we climbed out, and I wrapped myself in a towel.

“I don’t think so Faith!” she laughed. I turned, completely surprised. I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her what she meant, and she opened a drawer and pulled out a razor.