Firsts: A Series: Part 2

I sucked F off a few more times after that, and as I mentioned in Part 1, we still play on occasion. I sucked off a few more guys during the next few years, too: A, for $45, M, my roommates twin brother, D, though I think I passed out during it...and then there was B.

B lived across the hall from me my senior year. He was one year younger, blonde and balding, with bright blue eyes, and quite roly poly. I don't know why, but I didn't notice him at all the entire first semester. My roommate and I, in our 3yrd year together, had a suite with two of my other closest friends, all three of whom were a year younger than I, and we spent a lot of time hosting parties and being social.

I first remember talking to B in January; as the oldest in my suite, I was the first to turn 21, and was thus roped into purchasing liquor for everyone. One day, I came back from the liquor store (aptly named Discount Liquors) with a cardboard box full of the good stuff. B rode up in the elevator with me and commented on the stash I had.

We all began hanging out after that; room parties and escapades; low key bar nights; random pranks. After one night at the bar, B came back to my room to smoke. We were officially on a non-smoking floor, but my roommates didn't mind, so we often hosted visitors for a quick nic break. My roommate was on the computer, and B sat on her bed. I had changed to my sweats and sweatshirt, and for some reason stood in front of B, straddling his leg. His hands ran up the back of my thighs, giving me that nice tingling feeling, but we didn't go further.

My roommate decided to go to bed, so B and I adjoined across the hall to his room. I sat on his lap on the couch, his hands gently roaming but never touching me inappropriately. We moved to his computer desk, where he again put me on his knee, and he began calling up random porn pictures for us to look at. I initiated the first kiss, and it was sweet - deep, soft, passionate.

After that night, we began dating. We fooled around a lot but never really discussed sex. We both 'fessed up to being virgins, and were dating exclusively, but the topic was never really broached. I always tried to get him to be a little aggressive with me - back me up against a door, that kind of thing, but had limited success.

One weekend - we're now in the later part of February - we randomly decided to go to his roommate's parents' house, as they would be out of town that weekend. When we got there and put our bags in the roommate's brother's bedroom, B told me to look inside his bag, where he said he had a surprise for me.

"If you're a good girl, maybe I'll use that on you later tonight."

I peeked in, and saw two things of interest: a pair of furry handcuffs...and a handful of condoms. We didn't really talk about either, but he kept teasing me with mentions of his surprise throughout the day.

After drinking a bit and eating way too much Taco Bell, we retired to our room. The making out started...the clothing came off...and I found my hand wrapped around his (small) cock, sliding it bare inside me.

As I said in Part 1, my cherry had already been broken, and again, he was quite small, so there was no pain, just pleasure.

I rode him like that for a minute or so, knowing we should put a condom on, but unwilling to stop the motion and get off. I remember panting, unable to string more than one word together without grunting or moaning in between: "We...uh...should...mmmmmmmm...re...re... really...be...ohhhh...using.....aaaaaaaaa....con... uhhh...dom..."

He pushed me off him and grabbed a condom from his bag. I lay back and waited while he put it on, probably rubbing my clit and urging him to hurry. He climbed in between my legs and fed his cock back inside my pussy. Unfortunately, though, with the condom on he came quite quickly, as became the pattern. He used to tell me it was my fault, that I turned him on so much he couldn't hold back, but that's just bullshit.

We fucked and dated for a few more months until we broke up in May, a result of my cheating ways. We got back together when he showed up at my parents' house when I was housesitting one weekend - a man with a rose at the door at 4am is most definitely welcome, and we had a celebratory fuck, but our relationship didn't last.

I sucked him off randomly for a couple weeks, during the late winter, when I finally had my own place. When I moved out of state, he'd often call, drunk, parked somewhere on his way home from the bar, and often we'd have some good phone sex together. Usually, though, we'd start fighting, me begging him not to drive drunk, him telling me that I was 'the one,' me yelling that he never showed that to me...but I haven't seen or talked to him in years. I still think of him fondly, though, if for nothing else than being my first.