Darlene Got My Cherry

When I was 18 years old, I was a member of the US Air Force and I had never had sexual intercourse. This changed when a pretty young brunette, a former high school classmate who had a reputation as a “bad girl,” took an interest in me and guided me to her bed. I hope you have as much fun reading about my first sexual encounter as I did experiencing it.

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“C’mon,” she whispered, holding me by the arm and leading me through the dark living room toward an open door on the far wall. I assumed her mother was asleep, since the house was dark and the television wasn’t on. Without her hearing aid, Darlene’s mother couldn’t have heard us, but I kept my voice at a whisper anyhow.

Once we passed through the door, she closed it and turned on the light. I saw we were in her bedroom, which was cheaply furnished, but the most important thing, a double bed, stood awaiting us. Darlene took off her coat and helped me out of mine and hung them on one of the hooks on the back of the door. With that chore taken care of, she returned to stand in front of me, and we resumed kissing, almost as we had been doing before.

It was better, though, because with her coat and my jacket gone, we seemed closer. I could feel heat radiating from her body, and I’m sure she could feel my shaft poking her more urgently. I could also run my hands all over her back and ass, until I brought them around and reached up to place them on her breasts. They were wonderful to hold, with their weight and fullness and, for the first time in my life, I became fully aware of why boys liked to “feel up” girls. Although inexperienced, I was not totally ignorant of such things. I had spent many hours in bull sessions, mostly discussing sex, with other boys and men, and was confident I would know what to do and when to do it.

“Just a minute,” she whispered, and her hands went to the back of her neck.

With her hands back at her sides, Darlene turned her back to me. “Unzip me,” she directed, and I could see the clasp at the neck of her dress was unfastened. “Unhook my bra too,” she told me after I had pulled her zipper down to her waist. I was very happy to do that also.