Him and I met at a party. We exchanged phone numbers after a short conversation and a few days later I received that first “hey what’s up it’s [insert male name here]” text. Via text we seemed to have hit it off, he was def a hottie in my book and I was ready to see just how cool this cat could be. I arranged for him to pick me up. I’ll always remember lampin’ in his little black car. We went to the beach (not just the parking lot) since it was daytime and within 4 minutes of being there he was already looking at me ¾ naked. I liked his style. After watching him enjoy a quick surf session he met me back at the waters edge. As we shyly chitchatted he suddenly grabbed my hand, spun me around, and kissed me on the lips. (Talk about a smooth move) I mean lets be real, who wouldn’t be sold after that move? Casually he then asked if I wanted to join him in the shower to “wash all the salt off”, but we both knew something salty would remain present. So we proceeded to the shower and engulfed ourselves in one of the hottest make out sessions I have ever taken pleasure in.
He was a little older than me you could say, and I must admit that that definitely was a large contributing factor to why everything was so much better than I had previously experienced with anyone else. Our hook up sessions became an obsession to me and soon I was finding my way to his house as much as possible. I honestly couldn’t get enough. Now just to place you in the correct time line, these were my virgin days so it was like we engaged in what I would now call “never-ending foreplay.”
I remember acting coy that first day when I told him I wanted to leave my teeny tiny bikini bottoms on. Looking back on it I’m not quite sure why I thought that would change anything because I definitely still let him finger me. Oh and after that first day, I would get naked within the first fifteen minutes. After we smoked a bowl or two he would just take over and bring me to a new place. Stoned out of my mind he used his hands, they were such good hands, and explored me more than I had previously explored myself.
As if I couldn’t give him anymore praise, he wins the gold for giving me my first orgasm. I remember the moment so clearly; laying on my back, so high, he was on top with god knows how many fingers inside of me and then it just happened, he hit the right spots and I experienced a feeling I had never had before. And oh my god, I loved it. Too bad his personality never clicked with mine and we only had this insane sexual chemistry, and as quickly as it had began our roundabouts ended. But that wouldn’t be the last of him.
