Monday Memories: 1st Blowjob

I've been meaning to blog about this for a few months, because I think it's a pretty funny story. I'd been dating 1st Love for a few months, when his family moved out-of-state. Obviously this was really hard on the both of us. We were in *love* (swoon. ya right.). I was now 17, and he was still 14.

Ok. Let me back up just a little bit. After our first kiss, things moved quite quickly. Before long, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We were always making-out. Of course, our parents trusted us completely. We were both very active in our church at the time; we both outwardly believed that sex should be sacred and saved until marriage. Those strong ideals can only take you so far before you're totally enveloped in love.

We kissed. A lot.
Every time we watched a movie, we were sure to snuggle under a blanket. Easier for me to slip my hand down his pants and lace my fingers around his cock.

Maybe his parents knew and ignored it.
Maybe not.

Back to the blowjob...

So, he and his family were moving to the next state over. Since his mom and my mom were best friends, since my dad worked for the airlines and I could fly home for cheap, since they trusted us quite a deal, I was invited to drive down with them and stay for a few days in their new home. It was the end of summer, so there was no need to worry about missing school or anything.

I drove down with them.
I was very helpful - cleaning, unpacking, etc.

We still managed to have a lot of time alone together.

His room was in the basement. It was kind of a unique set-up where he was pretty separated from the rest of the house.
I believe I was sleeping on the floor upstairs somewhere. For some reason, I think it was in the living room, but that doesn't make sense - considering I was a 17-year-old girl. It's not really important to this story, anyway.

I remember how much we thought we were in love.
We'd lied together many times...
professing our love,
telling each other how badly we wanted to buy some condoms and sleep with each other, but how we knew it was wrong.

One night, after everyone had gone to sleep, 1st Love crept back upstairs. We moved to an attic room. It wasn't creepy attic; it was finished with carpet. I think the intent was for it to become a craft room or something for his mom. At this time, it was just an empty room. It was the peak of the house, so the ceiling was very slanted. I know that's not important, but I'm surprised at how vividly I can still visualize this.

He stood, leaning against the wall. I don't remember what he was wearing. Did he still have a shirt on? Was he wearing pajama bottoms? I do remember exactly what I was wearing: a hot pink/magenta satiny pajama set. The top was a button-up, short-sleeved shirt; the bottoms were shorts with an elastic waistband. The set was all one solid color. It wasn't anything special - just my regular pjs that I wore often. I wasn't dressing up for him. They were comfy, and I liked them.

I knelt before him. Did I pull his pants down? Did they stay crumpled at his feet? I wrapped my lips around his cock. I think I may have sucked his cock before but never like this. We were confident we were alone and wouldn't be disturbed. I had never knelt before him like this.

I bobbed my head up and down on his cock as he leaned back against the wall.
I felt his hardness in my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his head, shaft.
I'd like to say I was a natural. Who knows?

Remember, he was only 14! Anything probably would've felt fantastic.
And fantastic it felt for him.

Suddenly, I felt something spurting in my mouth.

I had no idea what was happening. I guess I hadn't paid enough attention in sex ed, because I'd forgotten that something was going to come out!

I jerked my head off his cock so fast.
His cum shot everywhere!
My face.
My hair.
All over my pajamas.

I was shocked and totally thrown. Looking back, I totally laugh at my naivete.

After he'd finished cumming, we crept back downstairs, threw my cum-covered pajamas in the washer, started the cycle, and went back to our respectives beds. I've often wondered if his mom ever found it a bit suspicious that the washer started in the middle of the night and that it was washing only a few articles of clothing. As I type this, I also wonder what it is I slept in for the rest of the night and what I wore to breakfast the next morning. Hmm...

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I'm not sure if I recorded this in my journal or not. I'll check tonight after I get home from work, and update this post, if I find anything interesting. UPDATE: No mention of this in my journal at all. Probably filled with too much guilt to write it down.

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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first blowjob (giving or receiving).

I also thought perhaps I'd say what I'd be sharing next week, so you can be in eager anticipation all week. Or better yet, so you can join me on your own blog. Next week: 1st experience with porn.

Monday Memories: First Kiss

I've decided to run a new series on Mondays. Monday Memories. Each week, I'll slip down memory lane sharing a favorite memory. The first several weeks I'll be showcasing some of my Firsts. Feel free to join me on your own blog or in the comments below. Also, if you have any ideas for good Firsts, let me know, because sometimes my mind needs a little jogging. :)

Sexually, I've always been a little late to the game. Remember, I grew up in a very religious home. Sex (and all things leading up to sex) were to be saved for marriage. I believed this for a very long time. Also, dating began at 16. :)

I did wait until I was 16 before I had a boyfriend. He was a friend from church, but he was not yet 16. I just did the math, and he was only 14. Oops!

That first love is so sweet and fun! Mmm. Everything is so new and exciting. We'd been hanging out and dating for several weeks. One afternoon/evening, we were over at his brother and SIL's place. They lived in an apartment building in the same town. I don't really remember much of anything that happened earlier in the visit (after consulting my journal from the time, apparently, I'd gone over to watch a movie. Funny how that part of the memory escapes me.), but as he walked me out, we paused and lingered on the landing between the 2nd and 3rd floors. Not necessarily the most romantic place with the harsh lights of the apartment building and the blah-decor, but still...

He was holding my hand.
He pulled me into him and gently kissed me.
Right on the mouth.

It was sweet.

Something I'd wanted for quite a while.

Was it everything I'd expected? Probably not. Was it magical? Definitely. Did it make my stomach flipflop and increase my lusting desire for him? Oh yeah!

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Here is what I wrote in my journal about it, "On my way to leave, we said good-bye in the hallway. He gave me a kiss good-night. I had wanted it for so long. It felt so good. That's all I could think about [the next day]." Guess I wasn't too much into writing the details of what had happened. Hehe.

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Now it's your turn. Tell us about your first kiss. :-*