The following is a fictionalized account of my first time with a woman. The bulk of the story is as it actually happened with basically only the name of my friend changed.

I remember my first time with a woman like it was yesterday. I was twenty-five and between relationships. I had just landed a new job and my girlfriends decided to take me out for dinner to celebrate. After a great evening, the rest of our group headed off for home while my friend Beth drove me back to my house. It was really late and I didn’t want her to have to drive home by herself so I insisted that she stay over at my place. It took very little convincing since she was already beat and the thought of crashing on my sofa seemed to be a welcome prospect. After we got inside, I asked her if she wanted anything to drink before I made her a place on the couch.

She accepted and I brought two glasses along with the bottle of wine back to couch. The two of us laughed and talked about life and relationships. Beth was recently divorced and I had just gotten rid of a boyfriend who was bad news. I had been doing well after getting rid of my ex, but Beth didn’t seem to be doing as good as she wanted people to think she was. It wasn’t long before the effects of the wine, fatigue, and the emotional subject of her unsuccessful marriage had taken its toll on Beth and she started to cry. I put my arms around her and held her while she sobbed uncontrollably. All the months of trying to remain strong during her separation had worn her down and now the tears she had held back were finally escaping her body. I was relieved to see her shed them and perhaps purge some of the anger and hurt that had been building up inside of her over the break up of her marriage.

I continued to rub her back as she wept on my shoulder. When her tears began to subside she looked up at me with a relieved expression on her face. It appeared the crying jag had had the healing effect I had hoped it would.

Our eyes met for a brief moment and before I realized what was happening she had kissed me. I was startled at first. I had never kissed another woman before, but it felt so right that I didn’t pull away. She moved her hand to the back of my neck and pressed my mouth onto hers before parting my lips with her tongue. Instinctively, my hands moved along the curves of her body, exploring for the first time the hills and valleys of another woman’s physical form. Her figure was soft and so much more pleasing to the touch than a man’s.

She moved to pull my shirt over my head, leaving my breasts exposed save for the thin fabric of the bra. She began to pinch my nipples. I closed my eyes and lay back on the couch enjoying the sensations her petite hands were giving me. The weight of her body settled on top of me as she began to pull back the cups of my bra and suck my breasts. My hands stroked her hair as I pressed her mouth against my chest. Her hand kneaded my other breast as I felt myself becoming more and more wet. I thought for sure I was going to climax. Before I could orgasm, she pulled away and began to kiss along my stomach as she removed the rest of my clothes and her garments as well.

She spread my legs and positioned her naked body between them. I could feel her wetness mingling with my own. She kissed me again as I felt her fingers slide inside of my pussy while her bosom pressed against mine. She began to move them inside of me slowly at first, but her speed increased with my impending climax. I grabbed her arm and helped her work her fingers deeper inside me while I rubbed my clit with her wrist. My hips moved up and down on her hand, helping it to work all of my inner walls erotic corners.

Again, her mouth left mine to trail the length of my torso leaving wet kisses as it went before arriving at my now swollen and erect clit. She slowly sucked on it as if she were savoring the flavor of a candy. Her fingers danced inside of me while my body shuddered with an intense orgasm. Unable to control the sensations I was experiencing, I cried out and pressed her face harder onto my clit. I could feel the juices leaving my insides, coating my thighs and her hand.

When I was spent, I pulled Beth on top of me. My fingernails lightly dragged over the soft skin of her back. I felt a shiver course through her body from my touch as the goose bumps surfaced on her flesh. My hand coursed a path to the warm moist place hidden between her thighs. My finger pushed past her lower lips and into her dark liquid warmth. She felt like warm honey. She sighed as I pushed deeper into her; she began to rub her clit against mine. Her hips moved up and down as she fucked my hand. The more excited she became the harder her body pressed onto mine. My other hand massaged her buttocks, squeezing and tugging at their plump roundness. She moaned and thrust herself harder onto my hand, forcing it to go further along her velvety inner walls. I felt her body tense on top of me, her face contorted into an expression of impending satisfaction, as sheets of her nectar flowed down my hand. She shuddered as the climax swept over her, leaving her slumped, limp and sweaty on my torso.

We cradled in each other’s arms for the rest of the night. We never even left the couch to go to my bed. The next morning the sun’s rays awakened me. The light filtered through the blinds like gentle fingers softly touching me to call me back from my peaceful slumber. Beth’s head still rested on my breast. She was smiling in her sleep and, for the first time in months, she looked happy.

We ended up dating for several weeks before her company transferred her to another city. We still keep in touch, but with the day-to-day demands of life it’s hard for us to find time to visit. Since that night we spent together, I have dated both men and women, but to this day, it is still one of the most memorable and erotic experiences I have ever had.