It takes a lot of practice to be good at anything.
For example, I started very young in mastering playing the piano, and now at twenty-five I’m pretty good. Maybe not concert-hall good, but I play flawlessly executed pieces every time.
Likewise, being a good, sweet, and loving girlfriend (which I am for my current man) takes practice. Unlike the piano, though, there really isn’t any place you can take lessons. I’m pretty-much a self-trained slut.
I had developed a huge crush on a cute boy in my class at school. So the second I was sixteen and old enough to legally consent to sex, I invited him over to our house to “study,” knowing that my parents wouldn’t be home for at least two hours.
After about twenty-five minutes of studying our school book together, I got up to get a glass of water. I asked him if he also wanted a glass. I came back and set the two glasses on the coffee table in front of the sofa where he was sitting, and we each took a sip.
Standing facing him, I asked him if he had ever seen a girl naked. He just gulped nervously. So I did a very slow striptease in front of him, until I was completely naked. I stood in front of him and let his eyes admire me from head to toe. He seemed to be trying to memorize every inch of my naked, curvy body.
I told him I had never seen a cock, and would he mind taking his pants off for me, so I could see his?
He gulped nervously again, and he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He was kind of awkward and clumsy about it. So I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down to his feet. He kicked his pants off while I tugged his shirt up over his head.
I then sat cross-legged on the couch, sideways, facing him. He turned himself sideways, too, and faced me. We were both completely naked. We never fucked, nor even kissed. In fact, we never even touched each other. We just looked up and down each other’s naked body, both of us thoroughly enjoying the view of each other, for about half an hour.
Then we dressed, finished the chapter we had been studying, and he went home before my parents got home from work. My ultra-conservative Texas dad would have had a coronary had he walked-in on his little girl naked on the couch with a naked boy.
A few times after that at school, that same cute boy would lead me or I would lead him behind a tree, or wherever we could flash each other. We always enjoyed our mutual exhibitionism, but it never went further than that. After the school year ended, he and his family moved away, and we never saw each other again. But I’ve never forgotten how much I enjoyed seeing my first cock, and I bet he still remembers me as his very first glimpse of naked pussy.
I had barely turned seventeen when a really hot young man in my school came to my attention. One day I found a way to drag him by the hand under the football field bleachers, and I took my very first cock down my throat. It was long and hard and purple, quite beautiful to look at, and it tasted so good!
I sucked on him every chance I got. Because I really liked sucking on him. And I loved the sound of his happy moans. I sucked him behind bushes, in the back seat of his car, on my parents’ couch, on his parents’ couch. He always let me know what felt really good to him, and what felt not so good too, and by trial and error and lots of practice, I got to be a pretty good fellatrix.
I taught him how to go down on me, and together we explored and learned my personal preferences in terms of how I want my pussy eaten.
But in the several months we were together, we never once fucked.
Fast forward a few more months, and now I was shamelessly flirting with the super-hot captain of the football team. While all of the silly cheerleaders who thought they were so hot and sexy and better than everyone else, all dreamed and giggled about what it might be like to be fucked by him, I swooped right in and asked him to go trick-or-treating with me that Halloween night.
I dressed all goth, black clothes, black makeup, hair in pigtails, super short skirt, a real Wendy Adams type - if Wendy was all grown-up and horny as fuck. I even wore black lace panties in a spider-web design.
After we had each gotten a few candies door to door, I led him by the hand to the local cemetery – where else would a horny goth girl take a hot stud on Halloween Night to take her first-ever cock ride? He sat-up against a headstone, I skimmed off my panties and sat on his lap and he took my virginity, right then and there in the cemetery. I told him to fuck me slowly, I wanted the moment to last, I wanted to enjoy him in me for as long as I could.
The next day at school, the self-important cheerleaders all giggled as usual about how hot the football captain is and wondering if he has a big cock and what it would feel like in their pussies.
I pulled a kind of grainy Polaroid out of my purse, showing me riding my stud in the cemetery the night before. “You girls are right, his is pretty big,” I smirked, “and it feels REALLY good inside of me!” I showed them the photo, and my semen-stained panties.