My First Orgasm – In the Backseat of a Car

Let me tell you about the first time I came, mami. I was 17, still figuring out my body, still exploring what made me feel good. And it happened in the most unexpected way—with the most unexpected guy. His name was Luis, and he was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t the kind of guy I usually went for. He was a nerd, the kind of boy who always had his nose in a book and glasses sliding down his nose. But there was something about him—something sweet, something shy—that made me curious.

We were at a party in Caracas, one of those loud, chaotic gatherings where everyone was drinking and dancing and trying to act older than they were. I was in my element, of course, flirting with every guy who looked my way, my hips swaying to the music as I laughed and teased. But Luis… he was different. He wasn’t trying to impress me. He wasn’t even looking at me, not really. He was sitting in a corner, sipping a soda and watching the crowd like he was studying them. And for some reason, that made me want him.

I walked over to him, my heels clicking on the tile floor, and sat down next to him. “Why are you sitting here all alone?” I asked, leaning in close so he could hear me over the music.

He blinked at me, his glasses slipping down his nose. “I… I don’t really like crowds,” he stammered, his cheeks turning pink.

I smiled, because his nervousness was adorable. “Well, you’re missing out,” I said, my voice teasing. “Come dance with me.”

He shook his head, his eyes wide. “I don’t dance.”

“Everyone dances,” I said, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “Come on, Luis. Live a little.”

He let me drag him onto the dance floor, but he was stiff, awkward, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. So I took charge, pressing my body against his and guiding his hands to my hips. “Just move with me,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. “Like this.”

And slowly, he started to relax. His hands tightened on my hips, and he began to move with me, his body swaying to the rhythm of the music. I could feel the heat of him, the way his breath hitched when I pressed closer. And when I looked up at him, his eyes were dark, his lips parted like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

The song ended, and I pulled back, smiling up at him. “See? You’re not so bad.”

He laughed, a soft, nervous sound. “Thanks to you.”

We stayed like that for a while, talking and dancing, until the party started to wind down. And then, as people began to leave, Luis offered to drive me home. I said yes, because why not? He was cute, in his own way, and I was curious to see where the night would take us.

His car was an old, beat-up thing, but it was clean, with books and papers scattered across the backseat. I slid into the passenger seat, my skirt riding up my thighs, and watched as he fumbled with the keys. “So,” I said, my voice teasing. “What’s a smart guy like you doing at a party like that?”

He shrugged, his eyes on the road. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to… try something different.”

“And how’s that working out for you?” I asked, leaning closer.

He glanced at me, his cheeks turning pink again. “Better than I expected.”

I laughed, because his shyness was endearing. And then, because I couldn’t help myself, I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh. He tensed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, but he didn’t pull away. “Cristina…” he said, his voice strained.

“Relax, Luis,” I said, my fingers tracing circles on his leg. “I’m just having fun.”

He didn’t say anything, but I could see the way his jaw tightened, the way his breath quickened. And when we pulled up to my house, he turned to me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name. “Do you… do you want to come in?” I asked, my voice soft.

He shook his head. “I can’t. My parents… they’re expecting me.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. Not yet. So I leaned over, my lips brushing against his ear. “Then park the car,” I whispered. “And kiss me.”

He hesitated for a moment, but then he did as I asked, pulling the car into a quiet spot down the street. And then he turned to me, his hands trembling as he cupped my face and kissed me. It was sweet, tentative, like he was afraid of breaking me. But I didn’t want sweet. I wanted passion. I wanted fire.

So I took control, deepening the kiss, my tongue sliding against his as I climbed into his lap. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I straddled him, my skirt riding up around my waist. “Cristina,” he whispered, his voice rough. “We shouldn’t…”

“Why not?” I asked, my lips trailing down his neck. “Don’t you want me, Luis?”

He groaned again, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Of course I want you. But…”

I silenced him with another kiss, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Then show me,” I whispered against his lips. “Show me how much you want me.”

And he did. His hands were everywhere, exploring my body with a hunger that surprised me. He kissed me like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, his lips hot and demanding as they moved over my skin. And when his fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, I gasped, my body arching into his touch.

“Luis,” I moaned, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Please…”

He didn’t make me beg. His fingers found the spot that made me tremble, and he touched me with a confidence that belied his shyness. I could feel the heat building inside me, a pressure that grew with every stroke of his fingers. And then, suddenly, it happened—a wave of pleasure so intense it left me breathless, my body shaking as I came undone in his arms.

“Dios mío,” I whispered, my head falling back against the seat. “Luis…”

He held me as I came down from the high, his lips brushing against my neck. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft.

I laughed, because okay didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. “I’m perfect,” I said, smiling up at him. “You’re full of surprises, Luis.”

He smiled back, his cheeks still pink. “So are you, Cristina.”

We stayed like that for a while, talking and laughing, until the sky started to lighten. And then he drove me home, his hand resting on my thigh the whole way. It was the start of something—something sweet, something unexpected, something that taught me just how powerful my body could be.