Losing my Virginity at 24

We met as I was moving into my new apartment. I had secured my first big girl job and was thrilled to be living only a couple of miles from my grandparents. Plus getting a job in my field, of course. Though it started out with friendly greetings in passing, over the first few months I was living there we became friends.

I was very naïve, though. I put so much focus on my studies during college and grad school as I chose a male dominated field. It didn't help that my narcissistic mom and golden children brothers wrecked my self-worth growing up. Dad, he tried. But my family also, unfortunately, gave me a general distrust of people.

As I began to find myself opening up to him, I also made attempts at the dating world. He became a great comfort and guide, and a good judge of the guys I matched with. By the night I got drunk for the first time, he knew my story. And he took care of me. As thanks, I cooked him a steak dinner the next weekend.

"Ugh, why can't I find a guy like you?" I vented as he helped me wash the dishes.

"Well," I still remember the nervousness in his voice. "I'm a guy like me."

Somehow, despite learning love and romance from books, I didn't see that he was interested in me. Ok, it doesn't help that he could be totally awkward. But that's how it began. And we shared my first kiss in that kitchen.

I knew he wasn't a virgin, but he never pushed me. Even as we began to sleep over sometimes, he only went as far as I was comfortable going. My guard came down completely with him as time passed and we grew from kissing to touching to heavy petting to oral.

Nine months after meeting, the time came. I was so full of emotions. I had read and researched about a girl's first time. I had talked to him about it. Still, as we kissed deeply by his bed, I was excited; I was scared; and I was wet.

Though we had seen each other naked plenty, I found myself trying to hide in shame. But he slid his arms under mine and gently laid me out on the bed. With gentle caresses, he traced his fingers across my body. As he began to tease me, his lips met mine. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers rubbed my clit. His touch sent shockwaves through my body.

His free hand began to tease my nipples. Somehow the two felt connected and I shouted out with pleasure. I guided his head down and he began to tease my tits with licks, kisses, and gentle nibbles.

The sensations overwhelmed by body and I felt my muscles tighten up and back arch.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuunnnnnnnnnggg!"

He then rolled over top of me and I stroked his cock gently while he positioned himself. We began to kiss as he rubbed the tip up and down my slit. My hips moved automatically to try to accept him and he slowly slid the tip in. I let out another moan as he parted my lips, but he quickly removed it. He repeated this a couple of times.

"Ugh! Now is not the time to tease me." I begged of him.

"Well," he said, the familiar nervousness in his voice returning. "It's been a looooonnngg time since I've had sex."

His vulnerability at that moment actually encouraged me, and I pressed my opening against his tip. He took my encouragement and slowly entered my waiting body. I cried out as he pushed through my hymen, sealing my status as a woman.

Fully enveloped by and stretching my tiny hole, he kissed me deeply as the tears of pain fell from my eyes. He kept still as possible until I gave him the signal and he began to slowly thrust in and out of me. My body soon began to adjust to the new sensations and the tears changed to moans of pleasure.

Before long, the pain was gone and I felt nothing but his hard shaft spreading my inner walls with steady thrusts. My hips began to buck to meet his.

"Fuck! You feel…you…you feel…a…a…aaaa…amazing."

With a twitch, his cock slid out of me completely and I whimpered as he moved down my body. I'd later learn the feeling was overwhelming him as well, so he began to attack my pussy with his tongue.

His arms slid under my thighs as I draped them over his shoulders. My hands grabbed the sheets as he tickled my clit. I began to twitch and writhe with each flick of his tongue until he sent me over the edge again.

"I need you. NOW." I pulled him toward me. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me and then cover me with cum!"

With that I positioned him and he slid back into me. Slowly he built his speed back up. I moved my hips in time with his, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding through me. He filled me entirely each time our hips collided. I tried to speak but could only shout and moan with primal pleasure.

"Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. I love the way it squeezes my dick!" He panted out in pleasure.

I could feel his orgasm building up as my pussy squeezed against his cock. When he announced it and began to pull out, I took his cock in my hand and stroked it quickly. My hand moved easily with my juices lubricating it and I felt him jerk as the cum shot out onto my chest. Each stroke brought more ropes of cum onto my tits and stomach until he grabbed my wrist and we both collapsed beside each other.