First experiences is a subject I find endlessly fascinating. I hope more readers will write in to tell theirs. I’d be happy to share mine, if you think others will find it interesting. I relive it in my fantasies. The old adage is true, I think, you can never forget your first.

Mine was ten years ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was just getting ready to go into the service, and it seemed like sex was everywhere. My virginity was weighing heavily on my mind. I knew once I was in, all the guys would be talking about their experiences, and I very much wanted to be one of the guys who’d have something to talk about.

I grew up living in my grandmother’s house. I never knew my father and had always lived with my mother in her mother’s house. It was a small house, and my room was a dormer room that we had renovated from what used to be the attic. I was boxing all my stuff up the week before I got ready to ship out. My grandmother had offered my room to the daughter of a friend. Her name was Kelly and she was going to live with my mom and grandma while she went to college.

Kelly started moving in about the same time I was boxing stuff and moving out. She was a very pretty girl, with long reddish brown hair and big brown eyes. She wore her jeans low on her hips and tight t shirts that molded her breasts. When I was around her my palms started sweating and I could feel myself blush. But she always seemed cool and remote.

She was unpacking her stuff and finding places to put everything, when I remembered my stash of X rated books and porn magazines. Some I had bought off guys at school, others I had found at a garbage dump. I had read them all, not once but many times, and had jacked off with each reading. Of course she had already found them.

“Hey,” she said, “look what I found.” I couldn’t bring myself to be so childish as to try and pry it from her hands, so I played it cool.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “I forgot about those. I haven’t thought about them for a few years.”

“Good,” she said, “then you won’t mind if I keep them.”

“You read porn?”

“Sure. Look, here’s one of my favorites. I love these letters from people about their sex lives.”

She started to read out loud. I lay back on my old bed and looked at the ceiling. Soon she was lying down beside me— there wasn’t anywhere else in the small room to sit.

It turned out we both knew everything there was to know about sex, but neither of us had tried it. All that last week that I was there, we spent together. We went swimming at the lake, or rode our bikes half a mile up to the creek. At the creek we could swim nude, since we seldom saw another person. We would take off our clothes as soon as we got there and swim, then we would lay in the grass and pretend we weren’t looking at each other.

Kelly’s pubic hair was reddish too, just like her hair. I was beginning to get some real hair on my chest and I was proud of it. But I had no control over the raging erection that seemed to come on me with little notice. I didn’t know if Kelly would be embarrassed when I got one, or insulted if I didn’t. Either way, she didn’t seem to notice much. Once in a while, I would see her glancing at me from the corner of her eye. When she noticed me noticing, she always looked away.

We talked about sex, boyfriends, girlfriends. Finally, one day she told me about this guy she dated, always trying to feel her up, touch her tits and feel between her legs. That got me hard and, without even thinking about it, I started masturbating. She pretended not to notice and just kept talking and I kept stroking my penis. It wasn’t long before I started coming. I just let it rip, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. My come spurted out the tip of my penis, arched and splattered on my stomach.

Kelly sat up quickly and watched in amazement. “Oh my God!” she said. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”

It was the first time she had seen a guy masturbate and come. It was the first time anyone had watched me come. We both got up and jumped in the creek, me to clean up, her to cool off. Then we went back home to the little room we shared in the attic. I slept on a sleeping bag on the floor and she got the bed. That night it was hard for both of us to sleep. Thinking about masturbating and coming in front of her had me hot.

It was a few days later that we went back to the creek and started talking about sex again. Kelly said it was the greatest thing she’d ever seen— me coming all over the place. She asked me to do it again for her. I said I would, if she undressed and sat in front of me and read some porn. I took a book out of my backpack and handed it to her. It was one of the books from my collection in the attic. She started reading and I started getting hard. I didn’t feel at all shy around her anymore. I started stroking my penis nice and slow while she read to me. Just hearing the words “pussy,” “cock,” “penis,” “asshole,” and “fuck” trip lightly off her sexy tongue was enough for me. I stroked myself faster and faster, and in no time, I started coming all over myself.

Kelly was breathing pretty hard. She reached out and touched where my come had landed on my belly. I pulled her on top of me and started kissing her. I stroked her breasts and belly, and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. Her breasts were so sweet, I could have sucked them all day. She asked me if I wanted to eat her vagina like they were doing in the book. I didn’t have to be asked twice.

I kissed my way down to her vagina. It was like nothing I had thought it would be. She tasted great and she felt even better. Her sex organ was so delicate. I still remember the sweet smell and taste of her. I haven’t had a vagina to date that tasted like that. My head was between her thighs for what seemed a very short time to me, before she started to come. She squeezed her thighs against my ears and came on my lips and tongue— so sweet. She was moaning and crying, “I’m coming, oh God I’m coming!” I could have licked her forever, but she sat up and stopped me.

“I can’t take any more,” she said.

But I moved my face deeper in her crotch and gave her a few more licks. She started shuddering all over and cried out my name.

That night we ate barbecue with my mom and grandma, and we shared secret knowing looks over the picnic table.

“What are you guys up to all day?” my mom asked.

“Swimming,” I said.

“Riding bikes,” said Kelly.

We laughed. “Swimming and riding bikes,” I told Grandma.

“Well, you both have good color,” Grandma said.

I only had two more days, so we made the most of them. We biked up the creek early in the morning, and didn’t come home until it got dark. We didn’t even have to say anything to each other. As soon as we got to the creek we both started stripping off our clothes. First we would jump in the water to cool off, then we would lie in the sun to dry.

That’s how it was my last day. We had just laid down in the grass and I closed my eyes against the sun when I felt Kelly’s hand reach over my belly to stroke my penis. It was the first time anyone but me had touched my penis. Kelly started masturbating and my penis got hard as a rock real quick. “Slow,” I told her. It felt so great that I didn’t want it to end too fast.

“Lie back and enjoy it,” she said.

I did. And it wasn’t long before I felt her lips on the head of my penis. I couldn’t believe it— my first blowjob. I was going out of my mind while she sucked me. I leaned up a little and looked down. I wanted to watch her suck my penis. “Ahh, I’m going to come,” I warned. But she just kept sucking. “I’m coming. I feel it coming. Here it comes, ahh!” I fell back in the grass while she sucked my spasming penis and swallowed the come. She sucked me dry, then she fell into the crook of my arm and snuggled up to me. When she kissed me, her lips were musky tasting.

Back in those days, I could get it up every hour. With the help of Kelly’s playful, searching fingers, I was up again in no time. She went down on me again, sucking me to full hardness. When I was hard again she knelt up between my thighs and reached over for her shorts. For a minute, I thought she was abandoning me, but she pulled a little foil packet out of the pocket and tossed it on my stomach. It was a condom. I had one in my wallet— we all did in those days it was considered the manly thing to do. But I had never used one. I wasn’t sure how to put it on, but together we figured it out.

“This will be my first time,” she said. “I want it to be with you.”

She laid back in the fragrant grass and spread her thighs. I pulled myself up on my elbows, touching my chest down to her hard little nipples. “I want you to be my first,” I told her. She was surprised.

“You seem to know so much,” she said.

“I just wanted you to think I’m cool,” I admitted, glad that I was finally being honest with her.

“I do think you’re cool,” she said. She pulled a strand of hair from the corner of her mouth.

“Well, I feel pretty hot now,” I told her, and we both laughed. I leaned down and kissed her breasts and worked my hand between her legs.

“This what your date was trying to do to you?” I asked.

She laughed. “Yeah, but when he did it, it didn’t make me feel like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like I want to feel you inside of me.”

I slid down between her legs and started licking her vagina. I wanted her to be ready for me so it wouldn’t hurt her. I licked her until she was moaning for me. “Now,” she repeated, over and over. “I’m ready now.”

I moved up and rose above her, priming myself to enter her. She reached down and guided my penis to her vagina. “Go slow,” she said. “I think you may be too big for me.”

She gasped when I entered her, but I didn’t feel her resisting. I had to wiggle a bit to get it all in. Finally, I gave a thrust and I felt her give inside, then my penis was covered on all sides by her hot, pulsing vagina. I worked my penis out again and it slid easily back into her. I raised up so we could both look down on the sight of my penis slipping in and out of her bushy mound.

“It feels so good,” she said, and traced her fingers over my ass. She grasped my cheeks in both hands and moved me deeper inside her. The tight warmth of her was like heaven. The deeper I thrust, the better it felt. Soon I told her I was coming and she said, “Slow down I’m coming too.” It was hard for me to go slow just then, when I felt like pounding away. I looked at the way the sun glinted off the red in her hair and slowed my pace, waiting for her to catch up to me. Soon she was groaning and throwing her head back. Her eyes sparkled and sweat dripped down her neck to her breasts. I could feel inside her as her vagina ballooned out, then sucked back in, tightening around my penis as she climaxed.

She panted while she recovered, and came back down to earth. I waited patiently, not moving, my penis held in the vise of her orgasm. Soon, I felt her give a little, and relax, so I took it as my cue to resume my thrusts. Now that she was taken care of, I went for my own climax, thrusting, thrusting— humping her. She tightened her legs around me and reached around to cup my balls. I couldn’t believe the feeling of her fingers on my balls. I was about to explode. I went deeper and deeper and soon I was coming. I was coming inside her— and it felt like heaven. I heaved myself inside her one last time, then collapsed, spent, on top of her quivering breasts.

We lay together, sweating and panting, until we felt we could stand up. Then we went for a swim in the creek to clean off. We went to bed early that night after barely touching our dinner.

“Too much sun,” said Grandma.

Of course we had sex all night like little bunnies. We did everything we’d ever read about: I licked her vagina and she sucked my penis. We explored each other’s body like it was the greatest discovery of man. And, hey, maybe it is.

I got shipped overseas and we stayed in touch that summer. But Kelly transferred to a state college soon after that— on an academic scholarship— and we lost touch. So we never made love again. But I still recall that first time like it was yesterday. It was one very special time.

— W.P., Iowa