My First Time

Are you OK? he asked.

Did you come in me? I asked.

“No, you were squeezing me so hard that even if I tried, I couldn’t have come,” he assured me. “Why did you think I came?”

“I’m all wet and I can feel something running across my bottom. Turn on the light,” I urged.

We were shocked to see a quantity of blood all over his seat and on my bottom. Dean grabbed his handkerchief and pressed it against me. After a few minutes, I stopped bleeding, and we began wiping the blood off the seat. After we determined that I wasn’t mortally wounded, we got dressed and drove home. It was late, so I took a hot bath and got ready for bed. The warm water helped to ease the pain, and a couple of aspirins let me get to sleep with visions of having had him inside me if only a little way.

The next day, I thought I was going to die! I was so sore that I could hardly move. I didn’t dare let on that anything was wrong because I didn’t want my mother to know what we had done. Finally it was time to go to work, so I didn’t have to be quite so careful. That eight hours lasted for a week! My job required that I sit at a data entry machine, and every movement was pure agony. Finally the night was over and I was able to soak in a hot tub for about an hour, which provided some relief.

By the time I saw Dean again, I was feeling nearly normal once more. The wedding was just over a month away, so we began looking for an apartment. We found one close enough to school so that one of us could walk. The landlady said we could move a few things in, even though the rent wouldn’t start until we were married. The following Saturday, we invited our friends over for dinner in the apartment. We spent most of the day shopping for the bare necessities. We were as poor as the proverbial church mouse, so we really cut things close.

We spent about an hour in a grocery store buying canned goods, and a few nonperishable staples. Among the purchases was a jar of Vaseline, although I forget exactly why we decided to buy it. We spent the afternoon recording the serial numbers of the cans, then removed all the labels. It was a tradition in my family to take labels off all the cans, so we decided to surprise them and do it ahead of time. Then, we prepared dinner. Larry & Bobbie arrived at the appointed time. We had a great time, visiting with our friends who were also engaged to be married in a few months.

After they left, we did the dishes and cleaned the apartment. Dean suggested we see how comfortable the bed was, and shortly, were locked in an embrace. After a few minutes, we were totally naked, lying on the bedspread. Although we had been naked together several times, it had always been dark. We were able to see each other naked in a lighted room for the first time. Dean became so aroused that he began whispering that if I didn’t want him inside me I better stop him quick. I began pumping his thing rapidly, and in a few seconds he shot his stuff all over his belly and chest.

After his passion had subsided a bit, we lay together enjoying the warmth of our bodies next to each other. We were kissing passionately, exploring and probing each other, and looking at details we hadn’t been able to see before.

Do you want to see if it goes in now? he asked.

I nodded, and in an instant he was between my legs. This time, it seemed a lot more natural. I wasn’t confined by the car seat, and was able to stretch out to full length. Also, I could spread my legs wide open. Even so, when his penis touched me, I was aware that I wasn’t as wet as usual.

Why don’t you put some Vaseline on it? I suggested.

Dean leaped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. As he ran back, I had to laugh out loud. He had the jar of Vaseline in one hand, jogging back with his erect penis swaying back and forth. Just as he got to the bed, instead of putting some on his finger and spreading it over his penis, he jammed it right into the Vaseline jar and tossed it aside. In the blink of an eye, he was between my open legs, and moving forward fast. I grabbed his throbbing erection and steered it home. He hesitated just as he made contact, then in a slow steady motion, he slid all the way in! I was aware of a stretching sensation, but it wasn’t painful at all, just a pleasantly full feeling. I could feel his hair mingle with mine, and then felt our bones bump together.

Oh, it’s in, it’s in! I exclaimed.

It feels so good, whispered Dean. We lay together for a while, savoring the feeling of our entwined bodies. Every time he moved, I could feel the fantastic feeling inside my vagina.

We’ll be able to do it after all! I exclaimed.
Dean kissed me tenderly.
I want to do it with you. I want to come inside you, he urged.

Please don’t, we don’t have any birth control, and I don’t want to get pregnant, I pleaded in response.

Even more reluctantly than the last time Dean pulled out of me. I quickly grasped his purple headed pulsing penis, feeling the mixture of the Vaseline and my juices all over him. I began pumping him and before long he came again. After lying together for about half an hour, we got up, cleaned ourselves up and left.

The second Sunday prior to the wedding, Dean came home with me for dinner. We made final wedding plans, and visited with my parents. My younger sister was there, and for some long forgotten reason, she and I got into some silly argument. I was nervous about the upcoming wedding, I was having my period, and in addition, I let JoAnn get under my skin. Before long, I was crying, and asked Dean to take me for a ride. It was just after dark, so we headed down the road to the east of our farm home. About a mile or two away, Dean pulled into a field driveway and parked. We kissed and cuddled for a while as I dried my tears. I was feeling miserable, and just wanted to be comforted.

Let’s do it, I said. Dean looked at me with a long questioning look.

Are you sure you want to do it?” he inquired incredulously. “What about getting pregnant?

“I’m having my period, and there isn’t hardly any chance of getting pregnant now,” I assured him.

I pulled my dress up around my waist, and took my panties off. Dean pushed his pants and shorts down around his knees and positioned himself between my legs. I guided him into my slick wet opening. He just slid right in until our bones met. Without hesitation, he began pumping in and out, in and out. It was only a few seconds until he came, pulsing and jerking inside me. I liked it, but was a bit disappointed that fireworks and rockets didn’t go off. It was a pleasant feeling, and I had a sense of comfort. Seconds later, Dean pulled out and sat up.

Do you realize that we are on the main road to your parent’s place, and your brothers and sisters will be coming by any minute? Dean exclaimed.

We scrambled to get dressed and move on before we were caught.

Just ten days later, we were married. That night, we made love five times! Each time was better than before, and each time was in a different position. I will forever be grateful that I didn’t have to fight Dean off on our wedding night after breaking my hymen. I couldn’t imagine how painful it could have been!