A first occurrence Pt. 1

I was 18 when I first had sexual intercourse. Throughout my entire life, I was brought up to be innocent, to save myself for marriage. I had finally relocated to another state to escape my overbearing parents. My roommate received an invitation to a party, and she asked me to accompany her. I had never attended a party prior to this, so I accepted.

I sat there in cotton panties and a black bra while she applied makeup to my face. I wasn’t permitted to wear makeup while growing up, but I felt so beautiful when she completed it. She then removed my bra and applied sticky pads on my chest that covered my nipples and lifted my breasts to create an attractive cleavage. She then dressed me in this red lace mini dress, swapping the cotton for lace.

The celebration was noisy, and people were all around. Flashing lights in various colors, some individuals gaming, others dancing, while a few are tucked away in corners sharing kisses. I felt anxious and somewhat daunted. I trailed my roommate at the party until she vanished among the crowds.

While I wandered about searching for her. Navigating through the crowd, yet I still couldn’t locate her. Instead, I ended up conversing with a man I had encountered. He was somewhat too old for the party scene, discovered he had just gone through a divorce, and that his friends had brought him out.

We chatted for a while, and he got us some beverages. It was my first experience being alone with a man. My initial experience with alcohol. We conversed for hours. And at some point during that time, we exchanged a kiss initially. Then gradually he revealed my innermost self. We kept conversing while exchanging kiss after kiss.