y First Time with Gabriel

It’s been two years, but it feels like yesterday. I was with Gabriel – 19 at the time, that tall guy, skinny but strong, who played soccer and had that crooked smile that made me weak. We’d been dating for about six months, hot kisses in the car, hand under the shirt, but we always stopped before. I wanted to wait for the right moment, wanted it to hurt less, wanted it to be with someone who made me feel safe. And that Saturday night, at his house (parents traveling for the weekend), everything conspired.

I arrived in the afternoon, heart in my mouth, wearing a short flowery dress I knew he loved. He opened the door, pulled me inside and kissed me slowly, like he knew it was the day. “You look beautiful, Mari… nervous?” I laughed, trembling a little, and answered: “So much… but I want to. I want you.”

We went to his room. Lights off, only the yellow lamp lighting the bed. He laid me on my back, took off my dress slowly, kissing my neck, going down to my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, my nipples already hard with desire. He sucked each one, tongue circling slowly, making me arch my back and moan softly. “Relax, love… I’ll go slow.” When he got to my panties, he pulled them down slowly, kissing the inside of my thighs. I was so fucking wet – I could feel the fabric sticking to my skin. He opened my legs, licked me slowly, warm tongue circling my clit. I held my breath, hands on the sheet, moaning rough. “Gabriel… that’s so good…”

He pushed one finger in, then two, moving slowly, opening me, preparing me. I came like that for the first time with someone – trembling, squeezing his fingers, coming in his mouth while he licked everything. Then he got up, took his clothes off. His dick was beautiful – thick, straight, red head shining. He grabbed a condom (we had agreed), put it on trembling a little from nerves. Positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the head at my entrance, teasing me. “If it hurts too much, tell me to stop, okay?” I nodded, biting my lip.

“Go… I want to feel you.” He pushed slowly. The head went in, stretching everything – a strong pressure, hot burning, like it was tearing a little. I held my breath, tears in my eyes, but held his hand. “Keep going… slow…” He went in more, centimeter by centimeter, until he touched the bottom. Stopped there, looking in my eyes, kissing my forehead. “You okay? You’re so tight, fuck…” I breathed deep, relaxed, and asked: “Move… please.” He started to pull out and push in slowly, each movement sending a mix of pain and pleasure. The pain faded fast – turned into a full, hot sensation, of being completely filled. I started moaning for real, legs wrapped around his waist, nails in his back. “Harder… go, love…” He sped up, hitting deep, the wet sound of our skin slapping, our moans mixing. I could feel him pulsing inside, thick, throbbing. “Mari… you’re perfect… I’m crazy for you…” He held my hips, fucked me faster, hitting that spot that made me see stars. I came again – this time hard, squeezing him tight inside, shaking all over, coming in waves that left me dizzy. “Gabriel… I’m coming… don’t stop!” He grunted, fucked deep a few times and came in the condom, pulsing hard, filling everything while I still trembled. We stayed glued together, sweaty, breathless.

He pulled out slowly, kissed my mouth, my nose, my forehead. “It was incredible… you were incredible.” I laughed, still feeling everything throbbing between my legs – a little sore, a little swollen, but delicious. Later we went another round, slower, me on top, riding him carefully, feeling every inch. I came softly, squeezing him, and he came again, moaning my name. Today, two years later, I’m here thinking about all this and still feel a shiver. That night changed everything – I discovered my body responds like crazy to the right touch, that I love being filled, that desire can be bigger than any fear. I lost my virginity at 18, and it was perfect: good little pain, his care, pleasure that exploded. And you know what I remember most? The feeling of being his, completely, for the first time. I want to repeat it a thousand times… with him, or with whoever makes me feel like that again.