nan who was impressed by the fact she had a car and was totally reassured that I had been safe for the night. They swapped telephone numbers and Tom’s mum said I would always be welcome to stay over at their house in the future. I was deeply ashamed and embarrassed by what had happened but it did mean that forever after that I could tell my grandparents I was staying at Tom’s house and they believed me every time.
So Tom became my first love and we started exclusively dating each other. He went to the local all boys’ school and I was at the girls’ equivalent, so we took to travelling home on the bus together several nights a week and then mostly just hanging out in his room. I fancied him from the start and we started having sex almost immediately. The first time with him was in his own bed at his house while his mum was out at work. His grandmother lived with the family and she was in the house at the time but, luckily for us, was a bit deaf. For the first time I really enjoyed the sex and it became important and fun for me. From then onwards there was no holding us back.
I would see Tom several times a week and at weekends, sometimes staying the night and sometimes not. I had no worries about getting pregnant because I had been prescribed the pill a year earlier, not as a contraceptive, but as a treatment for my acne. It was a really effective acne cure and I ended up being prescribed three-monthly contraceptive injections for the same reason. They stopped my periods completely as wellas removing the fear of an unwanted baby. With that freedom, a boy I really fancied and a bed where we could have plenty of privacy, I became something of a sex maniac. I could hardly keep my hands off of Tom’s body and I was usually the instigator when we were going to have sex; my sex drive seemed to be extremely high because I liked him so much. As far as I can remember I did have orgasms through masturbation before I met Tom, but certainly not with any other men. Now I found I could come if I rode on top of him, although no other position worked in the same way for me. As a result I was always trying to arouse him so that I could, literally, jump on top of him in bed. It was a long time later that I realised that he was not the best-endowed man on the block, but in my relative innocence size truly didn’t matter to me at that age. He was large enough to make me happy.
Even though I was the one doing the jumping, Tom enjoyed the sex just as much as I did. He was younger than me and I was also his first regular girlfriend. He always claimed that he wasn’t a virgin when he met me but I think he was lying; I certainly told a few white lies of my own, assuring him that I had only ever had sex with one man before. I thought the truth of several different partners, including the two men who shared my virginity between them, might be too much for him to take. Given the regularity of our sex it’s not surprising that we started to explore our own desires more and more and I was soon leading Tom into sexual areas that had always interested me.
Me being the one on top was our regular sexual position and it seemed only natural to pin his arms back against the bed as I rode him. It excited me enormously and he certainly didn’tobject. Then, because I was always the one taking the lead, I tied his hands to the bedhead. Since we both had started out wearing our school uniforms before various items were discarded as superfluous to requirements, it seemed only natural to use both our school ties as my very first pieces of bondage equipment. In time I got hold of some rope and I did try tying him up properly to the bed; looking back now I can see what a terrible bondage job I did, but we both enjoyed it at the time. I think that Tom was a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights: fascinated by what was rushing towards him and unable to move away. From there we graduated onto other domination experiments, always with me in charge of
So Tom became my first love and we started exclusively dating each other. He went to the local all boys’ school and I was at the girls’ equivalent, so we took to travelling home on the bus together several nights a week and then mostly just hanging out in his room. I fancied him from the start and we started having sex almost immediately. The first time with him was in his own bed at his house while his mum was out at work. His grandmother lived with the family and she was in the house at the time but, luckily for us, was a bit deaf. For the first time I really enjoyed the sex and it became important and fun for me. From then onwards there was no holding us back.
I would see Tom several times a week and at weekends, sometimes staying the night and sometimes not. I had no worries about getting pregnant because I had been prescribed the pill a year earlier, not as a contraceptive, but as a treatment for my acne. It was a really effective acne cure and I ended up being prescribed three-monthly contraceptive injections for the same reason. They stopped my periods completely as wellas removing the fear of an unwanted baby. With that freedom, a boy I really fancied and a bed where we could have plenty of privacy, I became something of a sex maniac. I could hardly keep my hands off of Tom’s body and I was usually the instigator when we were going to have sex; my sex drive seemed to be extremely high because I liked him so much. As far as I can remember I did have orgasms through masturbation before I met Tom, but certainly not with any other men. Now I found I could come if I rode on top of him, although no other position worked in the same way for me. As a result I was always trying to arouse him so that I could, literally, jump on top of him in bed. It was a long time later that I realised that he was not the best-endowed man on the block, but in my relative innocence size truly didn’t matter to me at that age. He was large enough to make me happy.
Even though I was the one doing the jumping, Tom enjoyed the sex just as much as I did. He was younger than me and I was also his first regular girlfriend. He always claimed that he wasn’t a virgin when he met me but I think he was lying; I certainly told a few white lies of my own, assuring him that I had only ever had sex with one man before. I thought the truth of several different partners, including the two men who shared my virginity between them, might be too much for him to take. Given the regularity of our sex it’s not surprising that we started to explore our own desires more and more and I was soon leading Tom into sexual areas that had always interested me.
Me being the one on top was our regular sexual position and it seemed only natural to pin his arms back against the bed as I rode him. It excited me enormously and he certainly didn’tobject. Then, because I was always the one taking the lead, I tied his hands to the bedhead. Since we both had started out wearing our school uniforms before various items were discarded as superfluous to requirements, it seemed only natural to use both our school ties as my very first pieces of bondage equipment. In time I got hold of some rope and I did try tying him up properly to the bed; looking back now I can see what a terrible bondage job I did, but we both enjoyed it at the time. I think that Tom was a little like a rabbit caught in the headlights: fascinated by what was rushing towards him and unable to move away. From there we graduated onto other domination experiments, always with me in charge of
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