"Ending My Virginity"

by Marci

(MF, 1st)

A few of the girls in my dorm have written stories for your web site and have encouraged me to do the same. I don't have any stories about group sex, gang bangs, experiments with lesbianism, or hooking up for incestuous sex with my brother or cousin. I just want to share how I gave my virginity away.

It was four years ago, just at the end of my sophomore year. Most of my girl friends had already experienced sex and I was eager to find out what all the fuss was about.

Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I would be able to enjoy it. I have a small pussy, or so I thought from doing comparisons with some of my girl friends. The thought that my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.

The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find a guy who would be willing to deflower me.

I'm an attractive and exotic looking girl of mixed heritage - I'm Philippino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth and athletic and a really nice ass. My measurements are 34B-23-32 so I look really good in a bikini.

So I really wanted to loose my virginity but I didn't want to just toss it away to some big ego-ed jock who would fuck me then brag to anyone who would listen. I suppose most schools have that competition going on where guys try to bang as many girls as possible. I made up my mind that I wasn't going to spread my legs for a guy who only thought of me as a chance to earn more points.

There was a guy, a year older than me who had always been really nice to me. He was the kind of guy who was nice to everybody. I know he once went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a girl who - to put it kindly - was far from attractive just because she asked him. He had more than his share of more attractive girls who were eager to get to know him better...a lot better. I knew several girls who said they wouldn't mind going to bed with him.

I knew he didn't have a girl friend, but I had also heard the he had a least 3 or 4 female friends who he made love with on a fairly regular basis. He wasn't the kind of guy who needed to fuck a lot of girls to build up his ego and he wasn't the kind of guy who bragged about his conquests. The only reason I knew about some of the girls he had been with is I over heard three of them talking about the fun one of them had with him the evening before. I started to wonder how I could get into his little circle of sex partners.

Like I said, he had always been really nice to me. A few months earlier he saw me standing at a bus stop in a rain storm. He pulled over and offered me a ride and wound up driving way out of his way to take me home. He was also the reason I was a new member of the JV Cheerleading squad. He was running for Student Council President (he won) and while he was campaigning I confided in him that I was thinking about trying out for cheerleading, but lacked the confidence. I had a definite fear of rejection. He encouraged me, telling me that I had the charisma and gracefulness and athletic ability to do it. He also said fear of rejection was no reason not to try since rejection is a possibility at any stage in life. I could learn to deal with its possibility now or much later in life.

After I tried out and made it, I felt like I owed him a debt of gratitude. When I found out I had made the squad, I ran up and gave him a huge hug since he had been the one who encouraged me, and I thanked him for making it possible. He told me my success was all my own and that all he did was give me something to think about. I found myself developing a big crush on him.

So when I decided to become sexually active, I decided I would like to have him be the one to deflower me.

He is Japanese by ancestry. I think there was some element of wanting to do it with somebody who was also Asian by heritage. Not that I'm racially biased, it just seemed like I could feel a connection to somebody who could identify with the occasional sense of racial isolation that an Asian student could have in a mostly white school. Even though I had lots of friends and nobody had ever shown overt bigotry toward me, I sometimes felt set apart.

There was also a sense that since Asians are supposed to have smaller penises, being with him wouldn't be painful.

A couple days after my being named to the squad, and after he won his election, I was waiting at the bus stop. He pulled up and offered me a ride. I told him I'd like to treat him to pizza or something some evening to thank him for his encouragement. It would be a joint celebration of our victories. He said that would be great, but he wanted to treat me and we made a date for the upcoming weekend. I felt so elated that he said yes.

The next day at school he came by my locker and gently took my arm and walked me to the school cafeteria. I found myself sitting with him and all the high achieving kids that made up his circle of friends. His best friend, a girl, was there. I had heard that they had dated for a while but had broken up, and I thought it was unusual that they were the best of friends. She is a really cute blonde and had just been elected Senior Class Vice President, and she was also captain of the girl's soccer team, so she enjoyed her own high level of popularity. She's also so sweet and unpretentious.

After school, I was again waiting at the bus stop when she pulled up and offered me a ride. As we were driving along she told me that her friend, the target of my crush was really flattered that I wanted to go out with him. She said he really found me attractive and had said that I have one of the nicest pairs of legs in school.

I asked if the two of them had really dated for a while and she confirmed it. She added that it just didn't work out. They had been friends for so long and before they dated they just couldn't adjust to the change in their relationship. They argued a lot and finally decided that they were better off being best friends again. Then she added that one good thing came from it, she got to lose her virginity to somebody she really loved, even if it was friendship love as opposed to deep romantic love.

She had been involved sexually with a number of guys after him and he was the best. Not that he had the most spectacular body or the biggest penis. He was just so caring and considerate. He had actually read everything he could about performing oral sex on a girls so that he could give her as much pleasure as possible. I thought that was so cool and really told me something about him He had, she told me, given three of her friends some really enjoyable sexual experiences. Two gave their cherries to him.

She asked me if I had ever had sex and of course I told her I hadn't. She said my pizza date on Friday could be my big night.

Now I really wanted that to happen. She told me to wear a mini skirt to show my legs off, and that a short top that showed off my naval would be nice, he was really turned on flat tummies and tiny waists. She also told me that if I wanted to do it in a big cozy bed, I could bring him to her house because her parents were going to be out of town.

I joked that it sounded like she was pimping for me. She laughed and said it wouldn't be the first time he brought a date to her house. All three of her best girl friends had made love with him in her bed. They, along with her were the only 4 girls he had ever had sex with. He was certainly popular and cute enough to have other girls in his life. But she said he felt lucky to be able to make love with 4 cute girls (with great bodies) and didn't need to look elsewhere. He had told her that he didn't want to have casual sex with girls he barely knew. He only wanted to be with girls he felt some connection with. She told me that I could definitely be one of those girls.

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So we went out for pizza and had a great time playing miniature golf afterwards. After I lost to him on purpose, I worked up the nerve to tell him that his best friend had invited us to stop by her house. Of course he knew what that meant asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I really did and I told him so.

Fifteen minutes later we were in his friend's bedroom and I was slipping my bra off. I have nicely shaped B-cup breasts with pinkish brown nipples that, including the areola are about 3/4 of an inch across. I really liked letting him see them. He kissed and sucked my nipples, and oh so gently bit them. It felt so good.

He kissed me all over my flat tummy as he caressed my thighs. When he slipped my panties off, he gently blew a warm stream of breath on my exposed lips. I have a pretty pussy with delicate brown lips and a really pink interior. He told me its beautiful before he slipped his tongue into it.

Then he got undressed and I saw how trim and muscular he was. He was a varsity wrestler and it showed. I then saw an erect penis for the first time. It was so cute. I had nothing to compare it to but I just knew it was shaped so nicely. It wasn't very big, only about 5 inches long and I have had much larger ones inside of me since then. But his looked so beautiful. The head was swollen so much that the purple skin was stretched to the point where it was shiny and looked like it was going to burst. I could see small veins running along it and around it, and I could see them pulsing.

I took the cute little head in my mouth and managed to take all but an inch of it down my throat. It was so much fun. I explored the little flap that starts just below the opening, and I opened the little slit and tried to lick inside of it. After a few minutes I felt his penis start to throb and flex and I got my first taste of warm, salty semen. I wasn't grossed out at all and I gladly swallowed it.

Then he gently helped me up off my knees and guided me onto my back on the bed. He gently licked my pussy and got it good and wet. Then I watched in fascination as his penis moved toward my waiting little virgin hole. The head felt so warm and soft against my dainty outer lips so he spread them. There was a brief moment of pain as the head pushed past the tightest part of a pussy at the beginning of the vaginal canal. But once his head was past it, the rest went easily and painlessly into me.

His firm stomach and the soft pad of his groin were pushed up against my tummy and crotch area. He didn't start pumping right away because he said he wanted to savor being inside of me for the first time. We exchanged long, loving kisses as he slowly began moving in and out of me. I could feel him drawing almost all the way out of me and gently pushing all the way in with every stroke.

I came twice before he injected my little vagina with a load of hot cum. It felt so good. It began with a rapid twitching of his penis then I felt 3 distinct spurts against my inner walls. A brief worry went through my mind since I had only been taking the pill for a few weeks, I hoped they had time to take effect.

We relaxed and cuddled with him still inside of me and my long pretty legs around him. He's only an inch taller than me but really muscular, and he easily lifted me and turned us over so that I could ride him cowgirls style. We also tried some doggie before returning to missionary. We must have tried at least 10 variations of it with my legs over his shoulders, with my thighs pressed up against my chest, with him kneeling so we could both watch his penis moving in and out of me and on and on. He had already cum twice so he was able to keep going without shooting another load into me, which gave me a chance to cum several more times.

An hour and a half later, we thanked our hostess and he took me home. That was the beginning of a year and a half of frequent sex with him. We still have sex from time to time, but our opportunities to get together were fewer after he graduated. Now we probably only make love once a month but its always good.

I wasn't the only partner he had that next year of school. He was after all, Student Council President and a lot of girls wanted to be with him. Also, I couldn't expect him to give up the other 4 girls he made love with before he and I hooked up. I had other sexual partners too. My partners were older guys who didn't go to our school. I wasn't going to be a point on anybody's scorecard and I didn't want to get a reputation.

He knew I was screwing other guys and was only concerned that I practiced safe sex which I did. He and my big brother's two best friends were the only ones I trusted enough to let them cum directly inside of me.

My brother of course, was happy that I was letting his two best friends make love with me because he didn't want me taking risks with strangers.

So that's how I began my sex life. It may not be as interesting as some other stories or offer up a lot of masturbation fantasy images, but I think its important for younger girls to know that they don't have to throw their cherries away in a meaningless relationship.

- The End -

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