My First Girlfriend

I guess I will start my blogging with some historical stories about where I come from and the experiences that have shaped who I am today.  So why not start with my first girlfriend.  I was in my teens when we first met through a mutual friend.  The mutual friend was actually a girl who I was crushing on, and unbeknownst to me she was crushing on me too.  For whatever reason we never made the connection and she ended up setting me up with her friend.

I remember our first meeting where she barely uttered a word to me; I was not sure how a girl this shy would be able to have a relationship with an outgoing guy like myself.  After our first “date” at the mall, I learned that even though she was very quiet she was still very interested and so we dated again.  And one thing led to another and we became very close.  Neither of us had our license at the time so we had to rely on our parents to facilitate our dates.  Despite the near constant supervision, we had a long 3-year relationship and we spent a lot of time being creative on dates that were of little or no cost since neither of us had jobs initially.   We also were creative at finding activities to do where we could be independent, and unsupervised.

We had a great time in an innocent relationship being very close friends and lovers.  In fact, as innocent as we were, our relationship also had an often non-innocent quality about it.  Relatively early on in our relationship I can remember being at the movies and holding hands in my lap.  I slowly coaxed her hand to my groin where she reluctantly at first would rub me through my pants.  However, shortly after this date I learned that my girlfriend who I had thought was as inexperienced as I, was quite a bit more experienced than I was.  Up to this point, I had merely kissed a girl gently on the lips and I came to learn that my girl had an older boyfriend before me and had kissed him in more places than just the lips.  I had a hard time believing that this was true but to this date, I have no reason to disbelieve it.  Her parents had already split up and she and her mom were going through some rough times when she had met her first boyfriend.  I guess it is quite understandable how a young, impressionable and lonely girl of that age might be coaxed into some relatively adult activities.  Regardless, it was not long before she was going down on me too.  I suppose it was inexperience on both of our parts, but I can remember that although, feeling very good I never was able to cum for her.  Her technique needed improvement but I was not at that time aware of how I could communicate this.  Because we were often supervised, the BJ’s often took place in somewhat stressful situations.  We lived about half hour from one another so when our parents would drive us back and forth at night she would often blow me right behind my parents while we were in the back seat.  I can remember one time when I was just about to cum for the first time but she stopped as we were about to reach my home.  Despite many attempts, I was never able to finish in her mouth.

I can vividly recall the first time I put my hands down her pants too.  We were watching a movie in her mother’s basement with a blanket over us.  I was lying on my back resting my head on the arm of the couch and she was lying on her back on my stomach.  I was reaching around, fondling her tits, and decided to move down her tummy to unbutton her pants.

Back in the day when button up jeans were all the rage.  I slowly unbuttoned one hot button after the other.  I remember being a bit nervous about it, since I was not really sure what my next move was, but eventually, I fumbled around and found what I was looking for.  I can still put myself back into that moment when I for the first time put my fingers inside of her very warm and wet pussy. 

Shortly after this, I moved on to performing oral sex for her.  I was not the first to do this for her, but since she was so often pleasuring me orally, I thought it was only right that I return the favour.

In fact, to this day I am not a guy who shies away from this service.  I have always enjoyed pleasuring women with my tongue; in high school, this definitely boosted my popularity amongst some of the girls since most guys were too grossed out or shy at the idea of going down.  (Ladies feel free to make a request)

At this very early age, I quickly became quite advanced in my sexual experiences and I remember even being embarrassed by this at times.  When one of my friends learned about all the fun I was having through the girl who originally set us up, he once simulated a BJ with stuffed animals.  When I told him to screw off, he said “Why, it’s something you should be proud of”.  And I became aware that I was the only one of my friends that was this experienced.  Still, I was not one to brag about it and did not necessarily feel that it was a good thing that we were doing.  That said I was never ever hesitant to get it on with her in the moment.

During this three-year relationship, we never did progress to having sex.  However, following our break up which was a mutual agreement we remained close friends.  We saw each other often and spoke on the phone for regular updates.  Sometime later in our adulthood we were seeing each other more frequently but still as friends.  I think some of our old emotions were stirring and since we had never experienced sex together before we thought, it might be something to do now.  Finally, after I do not know how many years we did make love.

Just the one time and we remained friends after that too.  Not until I met my last girlfriend (now my wife) and she met her last boyfriend (now her husband) did we cut off contact from one another.  Sadly, the reason for our final break was not due to either of our own feelings; however, our partners were not too pleased with our ongoing friendship considering our past.  I always wonder when our paths will cross again in the future, as I have no doubt that they will.

I figure that the sexual abuse I previously endured played a role with my early introduction to sexual activity.  Although, the abuse I suffered was minimal and could probably be termed more as experimentation (for the abuser) than abuse I feel it has made a lasting impact on my life and relationships.  I sometimes wonder if my first girlfriend has also experienced some childhood sexual abuse.  She has been very open with me over the years on a number of issues but this has never been something that she has revealed.  Perhaps, in her case it was more to do with her parents’ divorce than any actual abuse.  In my opinion, significant, or traumatic events that occur in your childhood continue to affect you throughout your life even if at the time of the abuse you did not realize the significance or trauma such as the sexual abuse I endured.

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