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Fresh out of high school and desperate to be rid of my virginity, I strode down the beach in my black bikini. I didn’t work out, but I had a flat stomach and a nice round ass like most girls at eighteen. The bikini was just cheeky enough to make you wonder if I wanted the attention. My boobs were small but lifted and only bounced slightly as I walked. My long brown hair hung loose and wavy, from the salty breeze. Not a hint of bikini stubble showed. I went to great lengths to make sure everything, even my asshole, was completely smooth.I’d been tanning nearly every day since school let out, chain-smoking weed on the chaise lounge while binge-watching shows on my laptop. Tanning was a bit of an exaggeration because I mostly just freckled. If enough freckles clumped together it could be a tan, I thought. Regardless, I barely left the house so what were the odds I’d get laid? Practically none.Sure, there’d been a couple of close encounters: the guy on my teen wilderness trip who I sucked until he made me stop because “it was hurting,” the stoner I smoked with the next street over. He had erectile dysfunction, Sex hikayeleri or maybe it was performance anxiety. Then there was that guy from band class. Anyway, I was painfully shy and debilitatingly awkward. I’d need someone to really show me how it was done.It was sunset and the drum circle would start soon. I should probably turn around and walk back, I thought. I didn’t regularly attend these sorts of things but I was trying to put myself out there. Maybe there’d be someone for me.Then, there he was, like a surfing Adonis, his profile illuminated by the setting sun. He had the typical surfer body, all lean muscle and tousled brown hair. He sat and gazed off into the distance with his topaz eyes contemplating his deep surfer thoughts. His yellow lab lay beside him.As I got closer I could see he had ten years on me at least. But this was certainly not a deterring factor. I didn’t have a good opener so all I said was, “Is your dog friendly?”He responded with one of those smiles that go all the way to your eyes. He may have been stoned, but that was also more of an intriguing Sikiş hikayeleri than deterring factor.He mentioned being an instructor and how he liked to just sit and watch the sunset after surf class. A romantic, I thought.In order to appear mysterious and cool I ended the conversation quickly, but not before putting my number in his phone.When the text came asking me to come over, I giddily accepted. My parents waved out the door as I rushed to the car, my dad calling out, “Don’t forget a condom!”He lived in a carriage house in the quaint historic beach town of Sag Harbor.We exchanged greetings and I took in the space, noting the sparse furniture and kitchenette. It was clean. He kissed me with one of those knee-buckling kisses, grabbing my ass with both hands. I felt a wetness like I’d never felt before between my legs.He rolled a joint, lit it, and passed it to me. I knew what to do. I inhaled deeply, but not too deeply, and passed it back. This became our before-sex ritual.I sat down on the edge of the bed tentatively.He pulled off my sundress, as I raised my arms over my head, Erotik hikaye then my bra and underwear, and then stopped briefly to admire me. He removed his own clothes, and I salivated at his appearance.  He had those ab lines pointing like arrows downward and in toward that thing I’d yet to fully experience.He picked me up by the waist like I weighed nothing and placed me further on the bed. There was no going back now, no pretending I just came to talk or to go for a neighborhood stroll. I was going to be fucked. Dicked. Shafted.I’d been warned the first time might hurt a bit but the last thing I was going to do was let on that this was my first time. No, I was an experienced woman.He leaned over me, kissing me, his arm and chest muscles flexing. He smirked that classic fuckboy smirk. Maybe he was a boy but to me, he was a man.“I’m going to fuck you now if that’s alright.”“Yes, that’s alright,” I managed.When he entered me it didn’t hurt. It was actually quite pleasant. He started slow but went deep.The main question on my mind was what I would do with my hands. I’d seen some porn but do I just let them hang there? No. I’d have to grab at his back or his head or something. But after a while I found it was very intuitive and I had no reason to worry. I couldn’t be very self-conscious as he was slamming himself into me; I could just hold on for dear life.

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