THE FIRST TIME_(12)

This is the first story i’ve posted so please give feedback, i might do another if people seem to like this one. Anyway, to the point, this is the story of when i lost my Virginity to the girl who would become my girlfriend (And as a matter of fact we are still doing well together). For the purpose of this story i will change our names, just in case. So for the duration of this story, my name will be Ryan, and her name is Jee-Sung.

Just to set the scene properly, i am just under six feet tall, blond haired, blue eyed, and of German and Scottish heritage, since my looks are not as important and hers for this, that’s as far as i’ll go. Jee-Sung is, if you haven’t guessed already, Korean, and while i’m not sure of her exact height, i have about one head on her height wise. She has black hair to the shoulders which she dyes brown at the ends, brown eyes, small yet firm breasts as you might expect on an Asian girl, and quite a nice ass.

At the time we were both in our first year of high School, sixteen years old, and in the same Japanese class together. This story takes place the last day of school, the week before finals began.

Enough of the explanation, on to the good part.



Now i had never been that good with girl’s, i always found myself getting quite nervous around them, and never quite able to talk to them with the same casualty that i talked to other guys with. All my friends were guys and girl’s rarely talked to me other than to ask for help on a question in class (Not to sound cocky but my marks in high school were quite good), and even when girls seemed approachable, i still found it quite difficult to talk to them.
Now, Jee-Sung was an odd exception, as she was the only girl who seemed to like me, and she was one girl who i could talk to without getting to nervous. On this particular day, i had caught her looking at me at least five times in class that day, and each time i looked over she would smile at me and go back to working. This had always happened at least once per class, and she would often sidle up to me as we walked out of class and talk to me about class or some math homework (The other class we had together) but today she seemed overly flirty with me, and this particular day i found myself staring at her a bit more than i normally did, as she had on a black deep V-Neck sweater, tucked in at the waist to a pair of blue short shorts, and a pair of high heels on, making her legs and ass look much better than normal.
When class was dismissed by Sensei, and everyone stood to leave the class, i brushed away the thoughts of Jee-Sung as i put my foot up on my chair and bent down to fix the laces on my boot that had come loose during class. When i put my foot back down and picked up my small pile of books, i turned around and almost bowled Jee-Sung over, she was standing right behind me, and slightly to my left, a warm smile on her face.
“Uh-Sorry, h-hi” I stuttered, blinking a few times, a bit shocked that she had come over here, and my heart was in my throat as my mind wandered to what she might want.
“Hey, i was wondering if you wanted to come over today to study for the final.” Jee-Sung said, not a hint of nervousness in her voice, and she ended her sentence with a slight tilt of her head and the biting the inside of her bottom lip ever so slightly.
“Um.. Uh, ya sure, i guess” I said, continuing to blink far to much and realizing how nervous i must have looked.
She smiled at me for a second as i cursed myself in my mind for being such an idiot before continuing, “Alright, I’ll come to your locker after school” And with another big smile, she turned and walked out of the room, her hips swaying more than usual.
“Oh, Ok” I said, more to myself than her, and as i followed her out of the room, the only though in my head was,

“How the hell does she know where my locker is?”

The rest of the day, lets just say i barely got anything done, as i was either fearing or fantasizing Jee-Sung and how friendly she was being today, my mind the whole day ablaze with dreams and fears.
I breathed a sigh of anxiety as the bell rang for social class and i rushed out the door, my books in hand, checked my phone as i quickly walked through the halls, ducking and dodging around the clumps of students slowly drifting and milling about the halls. And i got to my locker, nervously checking over my shoulders as i fumbled to open my locker, only on the third time getting it.
I couldn’t remember what had been for homework as i haphazardly stuffed a few random binders and books into my backpack, hoping one of them would be my Japanese binder, and then quickly slamming my locker shut a bit harder than i had anticipated.
“Someone’s nervous” Smirked my friend Joseph, who was calmly putting some things away in his locker, which was to the left of mine.
“Perceptive” I mumbled to him as i turned and pulled out my phone, checking the time and my messages.
“Bye bye” He shot over his shoulder sarcastically, as he slung his backpack over his shoulders, closed his locker, and strolled away.
I began to tap my foot nervously as i took a few deep breaths and checked my shirt over for any spots (I was wearing a black, short sleeved, button up shirt, black jeans, and black work boots, if anyone cares to know how i look).
Studying with a girl was the closest i had ever gotten to a girl i found attractive, so i was bursting with excitement and suffocating under my nervousness at the same time (A poor combination) and i was nervously pulling at my collar and toying around with a pen that had somehow found it’s way from my pocket to my hand without my knowledge.
Jee-Sung appeared from behind a group of students occupying the middle of the hallway, her face looking down at her phone.