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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} My First Time (MF-teens, 1st time)
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This story is copyright (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
It may be posted to free sites as long as no changes have
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My First Time (MF-teens, 1st time)
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

*

It was Halloween night and I was 16 years old. Too old 
to go trick-or-treating. But young enough not to wish I 
could. Anyway, I was bored just hanging around the 
house watching my folks handing out candy to the kids 
that came by all night long.

We lived in Northern California and the weather at that 
time of year offered up crisp clear evenings with just 
a hint of a chill in the air. I still remember that the 
moon was intensely bright that night and everything 
felt so alive and mysterious.

After hanging around for as long as I could I grabbed 
my jacket and headed outside. We lived on a quiet 
street that was sort of a loop off a main street. You 
know, the kind of street that no one goes down unless 
they live there.

I had it in my mind to walk over to the busier street 
to see if any of my friends might be hanging out there.
I don't know why I did it but the jacket I grabbed was 
my 8th grade suit jacket. That is significant to what 
happened later; something I could never have imagined. 

So I was dressed in my black wool suit jacket, a white 
t-shirt and levis and walking down the street. And as I 
rounded the corner onto the next street I almost jumped 
out of my skin when, from out of the dark I heard a 
voice. "Hi Michael!" The voice wasn't all that loud, it 
was just that I hadn't expected anyone to be there in 
the dark.

As it turned out I was walking by the Best's house. I 
went to school with Tony Best, who was from the 
Philippines, although he was a small guy, he was a good 
athlete. His dad was born somewhere back east and had 
met his mom in Manila and they'd had both Tony and his 
sister Betty before being reassigned to the Moffit 
Field navel base out by the bay.

I stopped and looked into the dark, then saw that it 
was Tony's sister. I didn't really know Betty Best all 
that well. She was one of the more popular girls in 
school, and as a member of the cheerleading squad she 
was way out of my league. We had talked a little when I 
came over to their house to see Tony, so I wasn't 
surprised that she had said hi.

But when Betty came over to me and asked where I was 
going. I remember being surprised when she grabbed my 
arm and held it while she looked up into my eyes. It 
was such a turn on to have this pretty girl so close 
and hanging on to me like she liked me.

I told her that I was just walking, that I was bored 
and just needed to get out of the house. She asked if 
she could walk with me and of course I said that would 
be fine. I was flattered.

As we walked down the dark street with little ghouls 
and goblins and their parents flitting here and there I 
felt like a million dollars. Here I was with a pretty 
girl hanging on my arm and asking me questions about 
myself. She kept squeezing my arm and commenting how 
nice I looked in my jacket.

Then about 20-minutes later Betty blew my mind. She 
said, (And I remember this vividly) "Michael, have you 
ever made love to a girl before?"

Well let me tell you, I was speechless, and the palms 
of my hands became wet, and I could feel sweat 
trickling down my back. It was a moment that seemed to 
stretch out for ever. Then Betty asked again, "Well, 
have you?"

I fumbled and fidgeted and then mumbled, "Yeah, sure." 
Knowing that she knew I was lying.

And to prove the fact that she knew I was lying Betty 
said, "Will you make love to me?"

I knew that she was teasing me, trying to make me 
nervous, but I didn't know how to react, all I could do 
was start to walk again and ignore the question. But 
Betty was having none of that.

She kept giggling and "asking" me to make love to her, 
"Let's do it over there, it's dark and no one will see 
us." Or we'd pass some bushes and she'd suggest that we 
could go behind them and do it.

Even to this day I'm not sure what she was trying to 
do, but what was happening was that she was making me 
crazy. I was a virgin, I mean I'd only had two 
girlfriends and never done more than kiss them close 
mouthed. And here she was teasing me about fucking her.

My heart was pounding and I was sweating up a storm, I 
think all I really wanted to do at that moment was get 
away from her. My Presbyterian white-bread background 
hadn't prepared me for anything like this. And I wasn't 
a great physical specimen, or very popular in the broad 
since of things, so I knew she was just teasing me. At 
least that's what I thought.

Finally I got mad. How dare she do this to me? Why 
couldn't she just be nice and leave me alone. I decided 
to call her bluff. I had no intention of really making 
love to her or do anyone else for that matter, but I 
was determined to turn this around on her and make her 
shut up.

So when she said, "Look Michael, there's a great place 
in that group of trees. It even looks like there's a 
freshly cut lawn that we could lie on. C'mon Michael, 
take me there."

I said, "Okay," and grabbed her hand and tugged her 
into the darkness of the trees. Without saying anything 
I pushed Betty up against a tree and planted my mouth 
over hers. It was a deep kiss that I held just like I'd 
seen in the movies.

My eyes bulged when I felt Betty's fingers feeling my 
dick through my pants. I held my kiss and even pushed 
my tongue between her lips to french her, which I'd 
never done before but since it didn't take rocket 
science to do it I figured I'd be able to. And I wanted 
to prove to Betty that she couldn't tease me and get 
away with it.

But instead of frightening her my kissing and shoving 
up against her it only made her small brown hands work 
faster on my crotch. I was beginning to tremble with 
anxiety, and a strange kind of lust. Betty had made me 
hard with her hand massage through my pants and I was 
more excited than I'd ever been in my life before.

When she fumbled with my jeans-fly I thought I was 
going to die of a heart attack. When she pushed her 
hand into my pants and I felt the skin of her hand 
against the skin of my dick I came in gushes all over 
her hand. I just groaned and shivered and pumped my 
come out all over my underwear and her hand.

As I was still pumping my come out I looked into 
Betty's upturned face and saw the triumph in her eyes. 
She had this shit eating grin in her face like 'I knew 
you'd come for me. I knew you couldn't fuck me you 
wimp.'

I don't know if she was really thinking that but it 
looked like that kind of expression to me. I was 
furious at her. Besides the uncomfortable feeling of 
the sticky come in my shorts, I'd just had the most 
intense orgasm of my life and she was sneering at me.

Obviously with the advantage of time I realize that 
what I did next was foolhardy to say the least, but I 
wasn't going to let this little bitch make a fool of 
me. I shoved her sticky hand away and pulled her down 
to the grass with me.

I struggled with her to open her legs and pulled her 
panties to one side as I shoved her skirt up. All the 
while we said nothing, she never asked my to stop, and 
I never thought about the consequences of what I was 
doing.

I don't remember Betty saying anything as I found her 
pussy slit with the head of my dick. And when I shoved 
into her I still remember the wonderful feeling of her 
cunt as it wrapped around me with warm wet flesh. 

Looking back she must have been just as aroused as I 
was and ready for me, but I had no clue back then. All 
I knew was that she felt good and I started pumping and 
she started moaning.

I couldn't believe how this had happened but I wasn't 
thinking about how, or why, all I was doing was 
becoming more and more excited as I realized that I was 
fucking a girl. I was really and truly fucking a girl 
and a hot looking one to boot.

When Betty started to moan and wrapped her legs around 
my humping hips I lost it. I shivered through another 
long and just as satisfying orgasm as I emptied myself 
into her.

We stayed like that for a while afterwards. I didn't 
want to pull out, I didn't want this moment to end. But 
soon enough the cold night air made it uncomfortable 
and he pulled apart.

As my dick slipped out of Betty's pussy and by the 
light of the moon I say some of my come sliding out 
with my dick I realized what I'd done. What if I'd made 
her pregnant? What if she accused me of raping her? OH 
MY GOD! What had I done?

But Betty didn't seem to mind what I'd just done to 
her. In fact she reached over and pulled me to her and 
gave me one more long passionate kiss. Then she stood 
and straightened her clothing and said, "Thanks 
Michael, I needed that," and walked away toward her 
house.

*

The next day I went over to the Best's house to see 
Betty, but she'd already gone out so I hung out with 
her brother Tony. I wanted to tell him about my 
conquest but how could I? After all it had been his 
sister. So although things were pretty awkward I stayed 
there until Betty came home.

To my surprise she pretended to hardly know me, and 
even later when I got her alone she told me that it 
hadn't been that big of a thing and she wanted me to 
stop bugging her. She told me that she'd only gone with 
me because I looked cool in my suit jacket and levis 
and she was feeling horny.

We never did it again, in fact Betty never again 
acknowledged what had happened between us. My life went 
on pretty much as before except I had that strange and 
erotic memory to think back on for the rest of my life.

I didn't get to have sex with another female until I 
was out of high school. I did have sex with another guy 
once, er, well, maybe two different guys. But when I 
finally had access to a woman I never looked back. 
There is nothing quite like a wet willing cunt, and the 
lovely creature attached to it.

This was a True Story...

Other stories by Michael & Phoebe are at this location:     
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/phoenix/ 

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!



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