Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are unbelievable, some are bizarre and some are devastating. My story is probably all of these things rolled into one. When I think about it, it’s hard to even believe what happened. I know I wouldn’t be where I am today without this incredible woman coming into my life, who I met at the end of sophomore year of college. I owe her so much.
I got that familiar weird feeling I get when I’m in a crowd, and my anxiety started to rise, but I controlled it by looking down and avoiding everyone’s gaze. The party was in full swing, and deafening music was coming from the lounge in the middle of the dormitory hall. A crowd of eager drinkers gathered around me as I smoked the keg. There wasn’t a familiar face in the crowd. Everyone there was with my roommate or his group of friends. Normally, I don’t socialize with my roommates, preferring the quiet solitude of the library, but the thought of strangers touching my things was too much, so I volunteered to handle the keg. That way, I could look after my stuff and get free beer.
Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor in front of me, a stark contrast to all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had seen before. I followed the shoes past a black and green plaid skirt, an old black Joan Jett t-shirt with frayed edges, a thin face framed by spiky black hair, until my eyes settled on a bright green one. She looked at me semi-annoyedly, as if challenging. I just nodded hello and handed her a beer. She gave me a slight smile and joined the crowd, causing a slight blush to appear on my face. I kept putting down my drink, but kept thinking about her green eyes and how they seemed to pierce my heart.
Then those shoes and those eyes were back, looking for more beer. However, his hands were empty and the plastic cup had been finished minutes ago. “I’m sorry,” I said. “What happened to your cup?”
She frowned. “I put it down to send a message, and some of these stupid boys must have picked it up.” She pointed to the half-filled cup on the shelf next to me and asked, “Whose is that?”
“Mine,” I explained, and he picked it up, drank the rest, and handed it to me, smiling. I refilled it and he took a big swig from the top and handed it back to me.
“I’m Nico,” he volunteered as I sipped my glass of wine.
“Thomas,” I said and she took the cup from my hand. A black widow tattoo adorned the inside of her left wrist, another adorned her right bicep, green vines twisting and strangling the broken clock. I counted at least nine different piercings in her ears and eyebrows. She was short, about a foot shorter than me, and her body was a little slender. At first glance, she seemed frail, but I noticed the muscles in her arms bulged as she randomly pulled textbooks off my shelf and flipped them over, then put them back in the wrong place. “Nico is a unique name,” I said, trying to make conversation. I cringed inwardly at the odd rhyme of my sentence.
“Short for Nicole,” she explained without looking up from my physics textbook.
I took a look at her body. Her legs were pale and smooth, soft to the touch. On her left thigh, I could just see the bottom of another tattoo and wondered what it might be. I looked up and saw her staring at me intently. To hide my embarrassment, I joked, “Have you just come from a Young Republican meeting?”
“Church—I’m an altar girl,” she said without hesitation. She looked at me critically. “You don’t fit into any of those.”
I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but I knew what he meant. My body language was all wrong. I nodded. “My roommate’s party, my roommate’s friends, his friends’ friends, etc. Do you know anyone here?”
He shook his head. “None. After watching the movie, I went back to his room with a friend, listened to music and decided to cry.”
I continued pouring beers and chatting. Nicole told me she was doing a bachelor’s in sociology and I said I was doing a bachelor’s in computer science and engineering. The fact that she didn’t run away even after I said that was encouraging. The music in the hall had gotten louder and the drinkers had gathered around us, bringing us closer. As I pumped the bucket, Nicole had a one-sided conversation by yelling in my ear. To be honest, I don’t remember much of what she said, but I clearly remember the feeling of her breath in my ear and the sensation of her body brushing against my arm five times as the crowd came in.
Eventually, the barrel ran dry, and I was faced with the unenviable task of fending off the drunken but thirsty souls, whose collective mood was growing darker by the minute. All my attempts to push them out failed, and the crowd grew more violent. Finally, Niko kicked them out of the room, cursing all the time. I put a sign on the door, closed it, and locked it.
“Thanks. I thought we were going to get stranded.”
“The crowd only understands strength,” she explained. It seems she is disappointed in me in some way. “You need to be strong and not let them dominate you.” I nodded silently, completely chastened. Then she smiled. “Whatever happens, I have to give you a share of your cup.”
Nico sits cross-legged on my bed, drinking the rest of his beer and watching me pick up trash around the room. Her skirt lifts up a little, revealing more of her thighs. I pretend not to notice and focus on collecting the discarded plastic cups and throwing them in the trash. Eventually I reach the bookshelf and am finally able to rearrange the textbooks in the correct order. The urge to touch them seven times almost overpowers me, but I manage to control it. Only a madman would touch something like that. When I look at him, I see a curious look on his face.
“What?”
She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and pursed her lips. Finally, she asked, “Are you gay?”
“No,” I said lifelessly. This isn’t the first time I’ve been asked this question.
“I didn’t expect this.” He patted the mattress next to him. “Come and rest.”
I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. I tried to look relaxed on the outside, but I doubt I succeeded. Every nerve in my body tingled, and my body became stiff as a board. Nico didn’t notice. Instead, she wiped away the marks on her skirt and looked at me intently. I began to wilt under her gaze.
“What?” I asked again, worried that she would notice that my right ear is slightly larger than my left ear.
He shook his head, annoyance on his face. “You’re not like the others, are you?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
He nodded, pointing to the bruises. Without warning he pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard. Once I got over the initial shock, I started kissing back, but I was always a step behind. His tongue was making its way across my lips, lively and electric. My hands moved to his back as he pushed me onto the bed, his hands finding my thighs. I thoughtfully moved my hand to his ass and he boldly slid his hand inside the front of my jeans.
She broke the kiss and stared at my crotch, her hands stroking my length up and down. Her hands grabbed my jeans and pulled them down my thighs until I was naked and standing in front of her. Nico mumbled, “No fucking way!”
Before I could say anything, she had me in her mouth. Someone knocked on the door, jerked the doorknob and asked for a beer. The yelling, banging and sucking continued for several minutes until the knocker finally got the hint and left. Besides my heartbeat, all I could hear was the soft, wet sound of her mouth sliding over my cock.
The feeling of her tongue was so intense that my whole body tensed. I let out a moan, causing Nico to cry out softly. She continued moving for the next minute, the sensation increasing with each stroke, causing more moans to come out of me. Finally, she stopped and let me move from her lips. She sat back against the wall, wiping the corners of her mouth and sucking her fingers.
I lay there stunned, happy, vulnerable and invincible, all rolled into one. However, the feeling of invincibility wore off and I realized I was lying naked in front of a girl, my now limp cock completely exposed. I awkwardly tried to pull my pants up, but her hands stopped me.
“No, I’m happy to see it,” she said. “Your first blowjob?” I nodded silently and she smiled. “That’s what I thought. What do you think?”
I tried to put it into words, but my vocabulary failed me. “That’s great. I-” How could I describe something that made me feel so many different emotions at once? Instead, I shrugged and nodded.
She nodded in agreement. “Kneel on the floor in front of me.” I did so and she quickly moved to the bed. Nico gathered her robe in his hands, slowly revealing the pale flesh of her thighs, the snake tattoo that started at her left hip and extended down her stomach, and her black cotton underwear. She pulled my face close to hers and I stared at her. “Kiss it,” she ordered.
I pressed my lips against the dry fabric. Nico moved and I felt the soft flesh beneath her panties. Her musk filled my nose and made me feel dizzy. I kissed her again, my mouth opening slightly and her hips lifting up slightly to meet mine. I licked at her without hesitation, the cotton turning from dry to wet, and then I could vaguely taste it. I licked her panties roughly with my tongue, wanting more, until she pushed my head back with one hand.
Those green eyes dotted with black eyeliner were watching me intently. I don’t know if she was happy or angry, but I saw her wondering. I don’t know how long she kept me there, but as time passed I became more and more eager to taste her again. Finally, she narrowed her eyes and used her free hand to slide the panty down her thigh, giving me the chance to take off the rest of the panty. The hand holding my hair slowly loosened and fell away.
I bent down and kissed her inner thigh softly. She tasted like autumn, with the smell of rain and the sweetness of slowly decaying leaves. I kissed higher and now I could actually smell her. I paused and looked at the female sex for the first time in my life. Trimmed black pubic hair accentuated her glistening folds. My swollen clit, slightly protruding under the hood, called out to me. I could feel the heat of her face, drawing me to her. Guttural groans filled my ears as my soul merged into hers, drowning in pleasure in her wet pools.
I licked and kissed her slowly, inspecting every corner of her, leaving her juices on my mouth and chin. The room was filled with low, primal sounds, but it was slowed by the sudden pressure of her thighs on my head. I kept going, my tongue moving faster as she shivered beneath me. Her thighs clenched my face, each pressure stronger than the last, blocking the blood to my brain until the world went dark.
When I came to my senses, Nico grabbed my hair and painfully twisted my head to one side. She was completely trembling and looked at me proudly. Her face was flushed and beads of sweat covered her forehead. With a crooked smile, she playfully pushed me away in a strange display of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and felt my erection return.
Nico looked at the clock and got out of bed. “Damn it! My curfew is in ten minutes!”
I couldn’t believe my ears. “Do you live in Santa Maria?” I teased. She gave me a dangerous look as she smoothed out her skirt. To make up for it, I offered to drive her back.
We walked across campus to Mary’s Dormitory, the only girls’ dorm on campus. It’s also known as the Convent of the Virgin Mary or more vulgarly as the Convent of the Virgin Mary, and it’s the only dorm with a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents looking to protect their daughters from all the evils of college life, it’s also the only dorm with a waiting list. Following the instructions of the large antique clock at the entrance, we made it to the front door with two minutes to spare. Nico kissed me softly on the lips and disappeared inside. I was going home before it dawned on me.
I forgot to ask for her phone number and I don’t know her last name. I’m such an idiot.
Over the next week, I walked slowly down Mary Hall on my way to and from class, hoping I’d run into Nico, even giving way whenever possible. I balled up his panties and placed them next to the bed, and carried them around like I was the prince in a perverted version of Cinderella. I didn’t look at him once. I went to bed wearing the shirt I’d worn that night. I haven’t washed it yet, but I can still smell him.
After two weeks, I barely saw her. I was in my room doing homework when I heard a voice. “Hey.” I looked into those bright green eyes. Nico stood in my open doorway, wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of black hair covering one eye. She smiled wickedly and asked, “Did I bother you?”
“No,” I said, quickly shutting my advanced calculus textbook. She locked the door and sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Is your roommate here?”
“No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with his friends from the frat house he lives in, so I basically have this room to myself.”
“About that night,” she began, but then stopped. She cast a cold, hard look at me. “You haven’t told anyone about this, have you?” I swear. “Okay, that’s it. If you tell anyone, I’ll hurt you.”
“I swear, I won’t say anything,” I said meekly, wilting under his gaze. He started to harass me.
“Okay, I believe you.” He looked at me for a long time and then said, “Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Nicole stood up, tilted her head and looked at me curiously. “Are you a virgin?”
I swallowed and avoided his gaze. Finally I shrugged and admitted, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“What? Kissing a girl? Feeling someone else’s tongue? Touching a girl’s ass?” I looked down at the floor across the table. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Or something else?” he insisted.
“You know, like you did to me,” I stuttered.
“You mean, I take your erect cock in my mouth and suck it until your cum comes down my throat. That’s called a blowjob.”
“Right. That.” I swallowed nervously and continued. “And what I did to you.”
“Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as eating me out or licking my pussy.”
“Yeah, lick your, you know, pussy.”
Nico shook his head. “You licked my pussy, not my cunt.”
“Ok.”
“Do you like licking my pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I love licking you.”
“I want you to say it.” She waited, a pleased look on her face. She thoroughly enjoyed my discomfort. “Say it, bitch.”
“Bah,” I whispered, completely believing it as I did so. All my life I’ve been taught that it’s the worst word a person can say.
She smiled. “Oh my god, you really are a virgin, in so many ways.” Her laughter embarrassed me and made my ears burn. I feel so small. “Well, at least I know you are pure. Tell me, Thomas, are you one of those people who save themselves for the sake of marriage? Do you swear by your God that you will remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?” she mocked.
“That’s none of your business, but no,” I said, somewhat defensively.
“Do you believe in God, Thomas?”
“No, are you?”
Nico said jokingly. “I don’t have time to waste on this nonsense.” He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. “I don’t have time to waste, that’s all. Do you want to lick my pussy again, Thomas?” She put on her panties. “I’m wet and I would love to. Do you want to taste me, Thomas?” He pulled his hand away and extended it towards me. His two fingers glistened. My mouth is already watering. I nodded. “Then take off your clothes.” Although this sentence was said calmly, there was a threat behind it.
I stood up, took off my shirt, and then my jeans. After a moment of hesitation I took off my boxers. Nico shook his head and pointed to my feet. I got it and took off my socks. I stood naked in the middle of the room and Nico walked around me slowly, looking at my body. I silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the slight asymmetry in my ears or my chest. He stopped in front of me, looked at my cock and frowned.
“Great,” she whispered. “How big is it?”
Like most people, I’m curious about the length of my penis. I had measured and done my research, but for some reason I was too embarrassed to admit it to her. Instead, I simply said, “Larger than average, I think.”
She nodded. “That’s true. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was going haywire. But she sighed. “Kneel,” he ordered.
I obeyed. Nicole took off her jeans and stood in front of me. When I tasted her she said, “I can’t have a boyfriend.” I don’t care. I just nodded and drank it.
By the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair, one leg draped over the armrest, and I was kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs, having one orgasm after another. When she finally pushed me, about half an hour had passed.
When I stood up, I felt a slight pain in my knees and stiffness in my joints. I rubbed my neck trying to fix it and then looked at Nico. She lay there in the chair, exhausted, but with a contented look on her face. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell, her nipple rings shining with every breath. The tattoo of a snake wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, the top of her stomach, and below her left breast.
She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. “Give me a handjob,” she said, throwing her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained, and for a moment she looked sick. When I hesitated, she pressed on, “Thomas, I want you to masturbate until your cum drips all over my face!”
I stood next to her and masturbated while Nico’s hands gently caressed her body, his fingers teasing her nipples and drawing random lines on her stomach. The room was silent except for the rhythmic whispers of skin rubbing against each other. Her eyes were still closed and her mouth half open, full of temptation. I watched as she inserted her middle finger deep into her pussy. She stroked my sac with her other hand, pulling me closer to her willing mouth until the tip of my cock rubbed against her lips.
She sucked for a moment, then whispered, “I can’t have a boyfriend.”
I continued stroking, my orgasm approaching. Her lips squeezed the underside of the fleshy tip, sending electric shocks straight down my shaft, through my balls and up my spine. With a groan the dam broke. White cum leapt down the bridge of her nose and clung to her thick eyelashes. She pulled me into her mouth and I came some more. When I finished I felt weak in the knees.
“I can’t have a boyfriend,” she repeated as my seed slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.
I gave him a towel to clean himself off. Niko climbed into my bed tiredly and pulled the duvet over himself. I watched him sleep for a while, then got dressed and returned to my desk. I let him sleep for an hour before I gently woke him up so I could continue with my calculus homework, which I touched seven times in the correct order on each item on the desk.
