Our First Night

Because my other half likes to read the stories that are written here, I thought I’d surprise him and tell you about our first night.

To get you a little into the mood of the story, I’ll first tell you some things that played their part. For several years I was with a guy (first relationship) with whom we got along well, but lately I had started to kind of stray, without ever considering cheating on him. But it was meant to happen...

Things had worked out that way that for a short time I wasn’t staying at my place, but at a friend’s. One evening, then, we arrange to go out with her boyfriend and a friend of his (!), whom I had seen one other time some months ago, again out of the blue. My ex (current at that time) was with his friends (a good guy, I can’t say otherwise, he didn’t bother me at all!). So we go out, exchange phone numbers (incidentally, when he first saw me he’d been left gaping, so he remembered me well) and thus begin the usual messages of the type “how are you?”, “am I bothering you?” etc. At some point I decide to tell him we should meet just the two of us (for the first time) to cut him off a bit (I had good intentions!!!) because I was with someone else.

So the evening we met up, we sat for coffee and then said we’d go to a club too, calling my friend as well (at some point, meanwhile, I had tossed him the line that “you know I’m with someone and nothing can happen between us”) We go to the club, have a couple of drinks, and I’m going crazy because he still hasn’t made any move to approach me (my ass wanted it too!). Leaving the club, he takes us to my friend’s house (I was staying there too), where by the time we arrive I suggest he come up for a bit (my intentions are pure, let’s not forget!!!). I put my friend to bed, who had passed out hours ago, and we’re left alone in the living room (note: in the other room my friend’s parents are sleeping). Before I can do anything, he grabs me, kisses me and throws me onto the couch. He pulls my shirt up with his teeth and kisses my belly, but because he sees that I’ve somewhat lost my mind, he asks me what we want to do, so I tell him that I left my bag in the car and ask if he would be so kind as to bring it to me. By the time he returns from the car, I (like a good girl) have taken off my clothes and my bra and am left in my thong and a cotton t-shirt that I put on over it. Coming back inside, we continue the groping, where at some point I tell him that I’m cold and that I want to get under the blanket (the way I say it, right?!), so he doesn’t miss the opportunity and crawls under himself too, after first taking off his pants, along with his underwear (!). I didn’t take much persuading, I’m fired up, my juices are flowing like rivers, but I still have my reservations, however on the one hand the horniness I have at that moment and on the other his cock, which the moment I saw it standing like a flag I went crazy, (and after so much messing around) I give in! I climbed on top of him and came within seconds, so intensely that he kept telling me to be quiet and covered my mouth so I wouldn’t scream and wake my friend’s parents (needless to say that even now, after so many months, I’m still horny). Now it’s his turn, he puts me underneath and gives me a quick, intense,