This is what my first experience playing with a guy was like.  He was the first guy to have me completely naked and to touch me in so many ways.


	The party sucked.  Lisa had dragged me to it, knowing I didn’t want to go.  Most of the people at the party were seniors and Lisa and I were still in Junior High so we didn’t know them.  A couple of the people we usually hung out with were there, which made it just barely tolerable.
	I was hanging out, pretty much by myself on the sofa.  I was only thirteen so most of the guys there just ignored me.  The thick glasses I wore didn’t help and the weight I’d put on from too much chocolate pretty much made me invisible.
	Lisa finally came back over to me and dropped onto the sofa beside me.  She was giggling and drinking something from a plastic cup.  I was pretty sure she was drunk.
	“I’m glad one of us is having fun,” I said.
	She rolled her eyes and said, “Jesus, Gabs, while do you always have to ruin a good time.”
	“I’m not ruining anything I said,” I lied.  I wanted her to not have so much fun because I was jealous.  She was over talking to one of the cute football guys and here I was sitting around like a lump.
	“Do you want to go home?” She asked
	“Yeah, but how am I supposed to get there?” I asked.  “Carol drove us and I think she’s upstairs screwing her boyfriend.”
	“Mitch is going and he’s taking Bill and Sara and they live over by you,” she said.  “You could go with him.”
	I looked over and saw Mitch standing by the door, his keys in his hand.  He was friends with Sara’s boyfriend Bill and I was friends with Sara so we’d hung out enough to be, sort of, friends.
	He was one of the few friends I had that had a car which meant he was in the “be really nice to” category of friend.  Plus he was twenty-one and could buy us alcohol if we gave him money so we all made sure to be extra special nice to him.
	“Are you going to be okay without me?” I asked Lisa.
	She laughed and said, “I’ll go when Carol leaves.  Unless I get lucky and hook up.”
	I shook my head at her and said, “Call me tomorrow and let me know you’re still alive, okay?”
	“Yes, Mom,” she said, getting up and heading back over to her new friends.
	I got up and went over to the door.  Sara was dragging Bill, who looked really drunk, towards the door.  I got there just as they did and asked Mitch if I could get a ride home.
	He nodded and the three of us managed to get Bill out to the car and get on our way.  We dropped Bill off first and that was a ton of fun.  He fell once and banged his head on the sidewalk in front of his house.  Then, once we got him inside, he collapsed on his parent’s sofa and wouldn’t budge so we left him there.
	After we dropped Sara off, Mitch took me out to my place.  I lived a little away from everyone else and I knew it was a pain to drive me home so, when we pulled into my driveway, I asked Mitch if he wanted gas money.
	He smiled and said, “Nah, that’s okay.”
	“Are you sure?” I asked.
	“Gabby, the fact that you asked is enough for me.  Do you know how many people never offer gas money?  Pretty much everyone except you!”
	I smiled and we sat there for a minute.  I wasn’t sure what to do.  My mom was at work and wouldn’t be home until six in the morning so I had the whole place to myself.  I hesitated for another minute and then blurted out, “Do you wanna come inside?”
	“I don’t know if your mom would like some guy hanging out with her thirteen year daughter this late at night,” he said.
	“She’s at work so she wouldn’t know,” I said.
	He stared at me for a minute and then said, “Okay. But just for a few, I have to work tomorrow.”
	We got out and went into my house.  I led him to the kitchen and asked if he wanted something to drink.
	“What do you have?” He asked.
	“Coke, water, tea and my mom has a couple of beers,” I said.
	He chuckled and said, “I’m pretty sure she’d notice a missing beer.  How about a Coke?”
	I got one for him and one for me and we stood in the kitchen, sipping our sodas and chatting.  I went to take another drink and some of the soda slopped out and splashed on ym node and glasses.
	He laughed and I looked away, completely embarrassed.  I felt my face burning as I pulled off my glasses to wipe them off on my shirt.  I went to put them back on but Mitch reached out and stopped me.
	“Wow, Gabs, I never noticed how pretty your eyes are.  Have you ever thought about getting contacts?” He asked.
	I looked down and felt my face burn hotter.  I wasn’t used to this kind of attention from a guy.  Sure, I’d had a few boyfriends and they’d told me I was pretty but all of them had been my age.  Mitch was a guy, an adult.  Hearing I was pretty from a man made me feel amazing.
	“I asked my mom but she doesn’t think I’m ready for them,” I mumbled, staring down at the floor.
	Mitch cupped my chin and lifted my head so I looked at him.  He shook his head and said, “You totally need to convince her to let you get them.  Once they get a good look at your eyes you’ll have to hire a bodyguard to keep them back!”
	I laughed and said, “That’s almost exactly what my mom said about the shirt I was going to wear tonight.”
	“Oh?” He asked.  “Was it that good of a shirt?”
	It was a little to… revealing for her,” I said.
	“Now that’s not fair,” he said.  “I didn’t get a chance to see it and make sure of how revealing it is!”
	I stood there for a second, not sure what to do.  Did he mean he wanted to see the shirt or did he mean he wanted to check me out?  I licked my lips, feeling my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, and asked, “Do you want to see it?”
	“Sure,” he said.
	“Okay.  Wait here,” I said.
	I ran to my room and threw open my closet.  I pulled the shirt I was going to wear off of the hanger and tossed it on my bed.  I looked towards my door that I’d left open.  If Mitch walked down the hall right now he’d see me changing.  I felt a little shiver of excitement run up my back at the thought of him watching me.
	I pulled off my shirt and put on the one I’d been planning on wearing.  I checked myself out in the mirror, making sure I didn’t look like too much of a hag, before I walked back out to the kitchen.
	I walked into the kitchen and asked, “What do you think?”
	I watched his eyes widen as he stared at me.  The shirt was low cut and showed off the tops of my breasts and a lot of cleavage.  I’d worn one of my smaller bras to make sure my breasts were pushed up and tight together.  The look on Mitch’s face had been exactly what I’d wanted to see.
	“Holy crap, Gabs,” he said.  “I can see why your mom didn’t want you going out looking like that!  You would’ve had any guy at that party dressed like that.”
	I grinned and said, “Thank you.”
	He walked closer to me, his eyes roaming all over my exposed skin.  When he looked up from my breasts, I said, “My eyes are up here, mister.”
	He chuckled and looked away, a blush coloring his cheeks.
	“Sorry,” he said.
	“No, you’re not,” I said with a giggle.
	He laughed and said, “Okay, you’re right. I’m not sorry. You’re beautiful and I could just stand here and stare at you all night and never get tired of looking at you.”
	It felt like my whole body was on fire I blushed so hard.  I looked down again, trying to hide the tears that burned in my eyes.  It felt so wonderful to have a man notice me and tell me I was pretty and I just didn’t know how to react to it.
	I felt his hand under my jaw again, making me look up at him.  His fingers slid along my cheek and then through my hair.  I shivered under his touch, wanting more.  
	He was standing closer than he had before, his body just inches from mine.  I met his eyes and watched as he leaned towards me.  Our lips touched and I wanted nothing more than for this moment to last for the rest of my life.
	I felt his tongue brush against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him.  Our tongues played back and forth as we kissed.  
	When the kiss ended we found ourselves standing there, staring wide eyes at each other.
	“Gabs…” Mitch started to say but I stopped him by putting my fingers over his lips.
	“Please don’t say that was a mistake or something,” I said.  “Please!”
	He kissed my fingers and then reached up and pulled my fingers away from his lips.
	“I would never say kissing a girl as beautiful as you are is a mistake,” he said, making me blush again.  “I was just going to say if you wanted to do that again we should go sit down.  If I bend over like that to kiss you for too long I might throw out my back or something.”
	I smacked his arm and asked, “Are you calling me short?”
	“Short tempered,” he said, rubbing his arm.
	I took his hand and led him out to the front room.  He sat on the sofa and when I went to sit down next to him he stopped me.  
	“Sit on my lap facing me,” he said.  “It’ll be easier.”
	I straddled him and quickly leaned in for another kiss.  As we kissed he rubbed his hands down my back.  He toyed with the bottom of my shirt for a moment before sliding his hand under my shirt.  My skin burned where his fingers touched me as he rubbed my back.  His fingers played with the clasp on my bra for a moment before I started to giggle and broke our kiss.
	“Want me to get that for you?” I asked. 
	He grinned and said, “Hell yeah!”
	I hesitated.  I’d only gone this far with one other guy and I was a little scared by how far and fast Mitch and I were going.  Mustering up all of my courage, I pulled my shirt off.  Mitch’s eyes slid all over the tops of my breasts and I found myself very turned on by the way he was looking at me.  I reached back and undid my bra and, with one shrug of my shoulders, slipped it off.
	I watched a huge smile form on Mitch’s face as he stared at my breasts.  I was a C cup already and I could tell from his smile Mitch was enjoying that fact.
	He slid his hands up my sides and then onto my breasts.  He cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them.  As his hand explored my breasts, I felt my nipples grow hard at his touch.  As his palms slid across them, little shivers of pleasure ran through me.
	He pulled his hands off of my breasts and leaned forward to kiss them.  He kissed his way across the tops of my breasts before working his way towards my nipples.  He licked a circle around my nipple before flicking his tongue against it.  A bright burst of pleasure ran through me and I moaned, needing more. 
	He kissed my nipple and then gently sucked at it, sending more and more shivers through me.  His hand went to my back and slid down it again, this time sliding onto one of my ass cheeks.  He squeezed it before he slid his fingers between my ass cheeks.  His fingers slid between my legs and I felt him touch my hot, wet pussy.  Even with two layers of clothes between his fingers and my pussy, his touch made me whimper in pleasure.
	Until then I’d never allowed any guy to touch me between my legs.  The feel of his fingers rubbing me made me regret that choice instantly.
	I pulled Mitch’s head away from my breast and leaned down to kiss him deeply.  As we kissed I slid my hand down his stomach and then onto the hardness I could feel through his pants.  I’d never touched a guy like this before and I was even more turned on by the feel of how hard his cock was inside his pants.
	He broke the kiss this time and said, “Gabby, I want you naked. Right now!”
	I licked my lips and looked at him.  This was the moment of truth for me.  If we kept going, I didn’t know if I was going to stop him or let him do whatever he wanted with me.
	Seeing the look on my face, he said, “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.  I just want to make you feel good.”
	I knew it was a total guy line but I didn’t care.  He’d shown me more attention than any other guy had before.  Plus he had been so gentle I knew I couldn’t resist him.
	I stood up and unbuttoned my pants.  I slipped them off and then, before I thought too much about it, I yanked down my panties too.  I stood in front of him, completely naked, hoping for his approval.
	“You are so beautiful,” he said, giving me exactly what I needed.
	He stood up and pulled off his shirt.  I stood there, staring at him as he got undressed, completely blown away by how the night had turned out.
	He pulled his pants down and I could see his hard cock pressing against the front of his boxers, begging to be let out.  He pulled down his boxers and I gasped as I looked at my first real cock. 
	It was big and long and just a little scary.  I didn’t know how so big of a cock would fit inside my tight, little pussy.
	He sat back down and motioned me to straddle him again.  I did and he pulled my closer to him, making his cock rub against me.  He pulled my face to his and kissed me again.
	His hand made its way down my back and onto my bare ass.  He caressed my ass cheek and then his fingers crept between my ass cheeks.  He slid his fingers down, brushing my anus and making me jump.  His fingers crept lower and then touched my wet pussy lips.  
	I gasped and froze where I was as he rubbed the outside of my pussy.  The, very gently, his finger pushed just a little into my pussy.  I moaned as he eased his finger deeper into my tight pussy.  With a gentle in and out motion he slipped his finger deeper and deeper into my wetness.
	I’d fingered myself before but this was so much better.  I’d never imagined it would be this good.
	While his finger explored my pussy, I reach down and brushed my fingers against the head of his cock.  He jumped a little as I touched him and I was worried for a second that I’d hurt him.
	“Yes, Gabby, touch me,” he whispered, dispelling any of my worry.
	I slid my fingers down the length of his hard cock.  I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and slid them up until I brushed the head of his shaft.
	“God yes!” He gasped.
	I slid my hand up and down his cock, feeling my hand get wet and sticky from his precum.  Knowing that he was hard from my touch made me even wetter.
	His finger slid faster and deeper into my pussy.  I rocked my hips back and forth, wanting it harder.  I stroked him faster as my need grew.  His finger slipped all the way into me and I felt an explosion of pleasure with each thrust of his finger.
	I felt my heart racing and I couldn’t catch my breath as he fingered my tight pussy.  I gripped his cock hard as a massive wave of pleasure slammed into me.  I threw back my head and screamed from the overload of pleasure that tore through me.  I felt like the world was burning white hot around me and, just when I didn’t know if I could take anymore the wave of pleasure began to recede.
	As my orgasm passed, I heard Mitch’s breathing grow faster and shorter.  I stroked his cock faster and watched his face.  He stared at me as long as he could before his eyes closed and he cried out.  His cock jumped in my hand and I felt the first load of his cum erupt out of him and splash on my stomach.  I kept stroking him, listening to him moan in pleasure as his cum exploded out of him, covering my hand in a sticky glaze.
	He finally grabbed my hands and managed to say, “Stop! It’s too much.”
	I let go of his cock and sat on his lap, watching him as he tried to catch his breath.  It took a while but, when he finally did, he said, “God, Gabs, that was amazing!”
	I grinned and asked, “Promise?”
	“Hell yes! On a stack of bibles!” He said.
	I sat there, feeling perfect.  I’d just had my first orgasm by someone other than me and I’d made a man cum for me.  I wondered if Lisa’s night had been half as mind-blowing as mine.
	I looked down at Mitch’s cum that was splattered on my hand and stomach and said, “I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.”
	He just nodded, still looking very satisfied.  I grabbed my clothes with my clean hand and made my way into the bathroom.  I rinsed off and got dressed.  I left the bathroom and went back to the front room but Mitch wasn’t there.  I heard the water running in the kitchen and I walked in there to find him wiping his hands on a hand towel.
	Seeing me, he grinned and asked, “Are you okay?”
	“Very!” I said.  
	We both grinned and stood there for a few minutes. The silence between us started to feel awkward.  Mitch finally said, “I should probably be going.”
	I tried to hide my disappointment that he was going so soon after we’d been together.  I’d hoped he would want to stay and maybe do some more.  Part of me started to wonder if he’d just wanted to play and this was the last I’d see of him.
	“Okay,” I managed to say, willing myself not to cry.
	“Umm… What do you have going on tomorrow night?” He asked.
	A sliver of hope broke through the growing depression in my heart.
	“Nothing, why?” I asked.
	“Does your mom work tomorrow?” He asked.
	It took everything I had not to jump up and down and scream like an idiot.  Maybe this was going to be more than just a one night thing!
	“Yeah, she goes in at ten,” I said.
	“So would it be okay if I came by around eleven or so?” he asked, walking over to me.
	“Maybe,” I teased.
	He laughed and bent down to kiss me long and deep.  When he broke the kiss I said, “Okay, that gets you a yes, mister!”
	He grinned and kissed me once more before leaving.  I paced the house for a long time, wanting it to be tomorrow so I could tell Lisa about what had happened but, even more importantly, I wanted it to be tomorrow night to see what happened next.
