UtilityCurve
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I would love to learn that she (both of us first-timers) remembers it that fondly. It is certainly one of my best memories. Of all the female orgasms for which I have been responsible, that one left me proudest.The first time a guy went down on me was with the third boyfriend I eventually slept with.
The first two boyfriends weren’t very good sexually. They sought out their own sexual satisfaction, and any I found along the way was really my own business. Sex was very much about them, and I was just the attractive stimulant that helped them reach their satisfaction.
My third boyfriend was very different. He was easily one of the healthiest sexual relationships I’ve ever had. We were both very comfortable with each other and open about our feelings and exploring how to be a better partner sexually for the other. While we eventually ended up going down separate paths in life, I still think back fondly on our time together and credit him with how sexually comfortable I am today.
His family’s house had a basement and he was an only child. Neither parent ever ventured down to said basement, which made it the perfect hangout spot. A small couch and decent sized TV were down there. His parents didn’t seem to care if we spent hours down there alone, either thankful we weren’t in their business or ignorant to think we weren’t down there doing more than watching movies and TV.
Essentially, we’d go down there and start watching something, and by 15 minutes we were all over each other. We took things relatively slow early on. Neither of us were virgins, but neither had a great deal of sexual experience either (I had probably a slight edge on him in that department).
It was late on a Friday night. His parents were out for the night, so it was just the two of us on the couch in his basement. The only light coming from the TV set. I had given him blowjobs four or five times by this point, and he had almost always reciprocated with fingering. He had yet to see me naked, or really in any form of undress, as his fingering normally took place with him just reaching down my shorts.
I’m not sure if it was the fact we had the house to ourselves, or maybe just the natural progression of our relationship, but this particular night I was feeling extra cheeky. We started as normal with lots of heavy kissing and touching. After a while, I knelt down in front of the couch, which was his sign to pull it out so I could give him head.
This time, however, as he was pulling down his shorts, I pulled off my shirt and undid my bra. Even in the low light of the basement, the sight of my bust on display was almost too much for him. I had barely given him a few strokes before he came.
I was a touch disappointed he hadn’t lasted longer, but was obviously flattered at his excitement. He apologized for not lasting longer and said he wanted to make it up to me.
He asked me to lie back on the couch and relax. He spent a minute or two admiring my breasts: touching, rubbing, kissing. He then slid my shorts off. While I hadn’t planned on him seeing me naked that night, I too was lost in the excitement and didn’t mind that I was now fully nude in front of him.
He spread my legs and I assumed he was simply going to finger me as he normally did. He had gotten me pretty close to orgasm a few times before fingering, but hadn’t been able to do quite enough to push me over the top. To that point, I’d yet to experience an orgasm with another person (I had plenty of times in solo play).
Initially, he started fingering me, but I soon felt something warm and wet on my pussy lips. I looked down and saw his face down in my lap, with his tongue slowly working along my slit. It was immediately some of the best pleasure I’d experienced with another person. Whether on purpose or by accident, he quickly found my clit and massaged it with his tongue. Between that and his fingers working inside me, it took very little time for me to climax. It was the first truly pleasurable sexual experience I’d experienced with another person.
We got better together over time in all the things we did sexually. Even though it technically wasn’t the best I ever had, that orgasm is one that will forever be stuck in my brain. I often go back in time to that night.