My first was not what usualy happens to a girl untill she is grown. I was 16 and full of life. My best friend(whose name we wont mention) had a show to do at the county fair. I thought that it would be nice to surpris him near closing time.
So hear it was 12:30 am and i show up to say hi. I found him in an empty barn that not very many people use during the fair. He was just finishing his last chore. We had joked about having sex before, so I walked up behind him and pressed my breasts against his back. he stood and leaned back to flaten them to him. I slid my hand around his front and down untill it was splayed over his stomach.
He groaned and took my hand to guid me down to his erection. To my untrained virgin mind he was huge. I could feel him pulsing in my hand, so i squeezed him. I dont remember how it happened but the next thing I know he has my back against the side of a stall and my legs wraped around his hips.
He pressed his croch into mine and i cried out from the feeling it caused. Now i was wearing a skirt so the contact was blocked by only my panites and his jeans. He ran a finger over my damp panties and chuckled. he tore them down the center and ripped them off of me.
I arched into his hand as I felt the pressure of my on coming climax increase. I tore at his jeans. undoing the button fly with trembling fingers. He drove into me with one smooth stroke, The pain of virginity barely noticed.
He filled me so perfectly. As we moved together, there in an old stuffy barn, against wooden stall railing, I got my first taste of passion. My first real man. I will never forget the look on his face, one of complete awe, just as he came. His climatic pulsing triggered mine. The first rush of heat from his core sent me into oblivion.
We have fucked a few times over the years. But I will always remember that hot August night. And the smell of hay always seems to get me wet.