I am a breast guy and have always been a breast guy. That is not to say I only go for girls with huge tits but it does often catch my attention. This was the case when I was 17. As a teen I was very active in sports and could have been termed a jock although, I did not fully fit the stereotype. When I was 17 I was a member of a prestigious soccer team and we had quite the fan following. One of the fans happened to be my teammate’s little sister. She was in a different grade than I was so we did not have much contact except at the soccer games but she caught my attention almost immediately. Her long curly blond hair, very slim athletic body and large chest (especially at our age) was hard to miss. She was very attractive and all the guys on the team lusted after her.
However, at the age of 17 most of my friends were still quite tame about relationships and sex. I had a previous girlfriend for nearly 3 years and was already experienced in everything but sex. I was very outgoing and not afraid to talk to girls, and she was also outgoing and the opposite of shy when it came to interacting with the guys on the team. She was witty, sarcastic, bubbly and just a lot of fun!
She was starting at my high school that fall and we hooked up as an official couple just before the school year. I was close to her family and began spending a lot of time with her at her home with her family, at my home with my family and on frequent movie and dinner dates. Before too long I was putting my hands up her shirt in the movie theatre! Once it started, we could not keep our hands off of each other. Whenever we had a chance, I was feeling her and she was rubbing me.
We were a very cute couple, happy together, honey-moonish like. I can remember my first blowjob from her in her parent’s basement. She was nervous at first, but she was not the kind of girl to stay nervous for long. In retrospect, I feel that she may have had a low self-esteem and was begging for acceptance and love. I can understand why she would have felt these things, her family were very outgoing and sarcastic much like mine. In that situation, being a youngest child is very difficult to compete in a battle of wits and minds and you usually find yourself on the losing side of any teasing. Whatever the reasons were, after my first blowjob things changed.
Surprisingly, she literally loved to taste my cum, she begged for it and I am not even exaggerating.
Every man’s dream! Blowjobs in the car on the way to the movie, on the way home from the movie, (once or twice in the theatre!), at her home, in my home, anywhere and everywhere, she could not get enough and neither could I.
We started having sex 6 months into our relationship and I vividly remember our 1st time. This was the 1st time for both of us. We were on the phone when her parents left the house and she was alone, we decided now was the time to take the next step and I was at her place minutes later. I remember her small bedroom with her single bed pushed up against the wall, the teddy bears all around the room and the small homework desk with a mirror for her make-up and hair styling. We lay down and made out for a bit before I removed her Roots sweater (which was one of mine) to reveal her beautiful perky breasts and pink nipples. After spending sometime there, I slowly made my way down her body kissing her soft flat stomach. I removed her shorts and panties and tasted her fresh lips bringing her close to climax.
Then we switched and I let her spend some time with my cock in her mouth.
The next thing you know we are having sex for the 1st time.
In many ways, this is as perfect as the 1st time can be, if it was painful for her she did not show it. When we finished there was the blood, between her legs and on my cock, which for whatever reason is quite erotic. And then... there were tears. She began to cry and I was not sure how to interpret this. I hugged her and we sat together for a bit. She could not explain the tears but claimed that she was not sad or upset. This was too much for me to understand and I had to leave for work at my part time job. I truly felt terrible leaving her but had no choice and she insisted that I leave and not worry about her. She was all I could think of for my four-hour shift and as soon as I was done, I returned to her and all was normal again.
This 1st episode was much like the oral sex. Once we started we could not get enough and we would make love everywhere and all the time.
I remember once when we were having sex in her basement while her parents were home. We were under a blanket and laying on a Futon, I was taking her from behind while we lay on our sides. Her father came down to tease us and we had to endure his digs while I remained inside of her. Somehow, he did not notice our nervousness or awkwardness and left us, not before actually threatening to pull off the covers to see what we were up to. He was always joking like this and I really do not suspect he had any idea. If you recall that she loved the taste of my cum, well this did not change and I still got frequent blowjobs and when we had sex, she often begged me to finish in her mouth since we were using the early withdrawal method anyway, I obliged.
We were young and did not have a lot of cash and we tried condoms but did not like what they take away from the sensation of sex. We could not afford the pill and we were not sure how to get this without her parents being aware of it. We practiced the early withdrawal method. Is that even a method? Regardless, we were very successful with this. We had very regular sex for a year and half before she got pregnant. At first, we were not sure but her period was late, and soon we started to expect the worst. I scraped up some money for a pregnancy test, which came back positive, and we went to a clinic to confirm the result. I remember holding her and crying together in the parking lot of the clinic. Even today, when I drive by the clinic, it brings me right back to that moment in time, holding her next to my car, in tears, but still in love. I had already made up my mind that I would prefer she has an abortion but would not impose this on her in anyway. I asked her to decide what she would like to do and she too felt abortion was the right move. I had already done the research and knew what our options were in terms of abortion clinics vs. hospital. However, I was not 100% confident that we could handle this on our own. I asked her if she would like to do this together, or ask her parents for help. She was scared and lost and we chose to tell her parents later that day, and I remember this vividly too. In her parent’s bedroom, we met alone with her mom. We cried throughout the exchange, all 3 of us. Her parents were cool about it, although obviously disappointed and they felt it necessary to advise my parents of the situation they gave me the option to tell them myself or to have them make the call. I told them myself, and remember telling my mom in our backyard. At 1st she laughed it off and insisted I was joking, but her laughter quickly changed to severe disappointment. My parents usually very understanding were not very happy. My Dad told me that he was ashamed of me and that I had embarrassed the family. This hit me very hard and to this day, I reflect on that time and hope that I have made it up to my Dad, Mom and family. My Dad has now passed away and this is my one regret to this point in my life. I know in his heart that he forgave me probably much earlier than I believed, but I still look back and am disappointed in myself.
Our relationship basically came to a halt at this point. We wanted to stay together, but her parents would not let me be around during or after the abortion. I wanted to be there, to support my girl because I knew that I was more to blame than she was and as far as I was concerned, we were in this together and it was hard to deal with being shut out. Her parents did not forbid us to see each other after that but they were not exactly approving of our relationship. I went into a depression during this time; I spent most of the day sleeping in my room. I wanted to avoid everyone and everything and lay in bed crying nearly every day. I hid some of my grief and I do not think that anyone knows how deeply this truly affected me.
I believe that people tend to side with the woman in these situations and I have no problem with that. However, I think men’s feelings and intentions are too often passed over and/or misinterpreted or even disregarded which is wrong. Especially in the case of youth who really can and do make mistakes and act out of passion without wisdom and experience to influence their actions. I still have infrequent contact with this girl and we bear no hard feelings against each other. Personally, I hold a very warm place in my heart for her. I have offered to discuss her feelings and thoughts on the situation from time to time but she has never wanted to talk about it. I suppose revisiting that time is too painful. I wish we could have had a debriefing about it since I was shut out; there is a lot I do not know about her side of it. Considering the whole story, I am still very grateful for having her in my life and I she is one I will never ever forget.
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