first times: the after-after-party (m/f)

“i’ve been reading this blog for a very, very long time (actually i had my first ever orgasm with the tricks here!) and after waiting years for some type of sexual experience it’s finally happened! so i felt compelled to share…

it all started one night at a party my friend was hosting for somebody else, a mixture of people i knew and strangers. i was dancing and drinking, and was getting comments from friends about how good i looked (such a confidence booster! in hindsight this was a major point in the later occurrences of the night…)

at some point during the night, a few older boys who i’d heard of but hadn’t met showed up. instantly i was attracted to the eldest, let’s call him Matt. i’m relatively shy when it comes to social events, especially with boys, but with a few drinks in me and a bit more courage from my friends pumping me up, i decided to chat to him after a while.

we sat by the fridge in the kitchen talking about his life in uni and what he was studying, and surprisingly he wasn’t turned off at my age (i’m about 3 years younger than him). we started flirting and making a bit of contact, our legs touching, his hand on my knee, me touching his chest when he said something funny. it was all a bit unexpected.

eventually we walked out to the back room and garden, when i decided it was now or never. i asked if i could kiss him, and he was more than willing to agree. prior to this, i’d only ever kissed one boy and fooled around with a few friends, but nothing massive. i wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, and it was pretty heated pretty quickly. later, we stood in the middle of our friends dancing and making out for quite some time, and i was certainly hoping for more.

but, that night ended with me a bit of a mess and alone. i thought i wouldn’t see him again, until i found out he was taking a friend of mine (let’s call her Sophie) to the formal. i knew that we wouldn’t talk that night and did not anticipate anything, considering that i’d heard Sophie was planning on getting in. so i spent the night dancing with my friends, secretly hoping he’d come and say something to me.

throughout the night, we ended up dancing in the same group of people and made fleeting and intense eye contact, but nothing more was exchanged.

until the after party.

everyone in the cohort and their dates were invited to a house party, and when i got there it was already in full swing. i spent the start hanging around with my best friend and her date (conveniently Matt’s best friend), watching Matt and his formal partner laughing nearby.

i assumed that the rest of the night would pass as the time, but eventually, he came and stood in the small group i was in, and i decided to talk to hm. we clicked again, just as we had weeks before and it was yet again, fuelled with lust and want. we stood close by, and left Sophie drinking to the side and fighting for his attention. (i even had her come up to me and call it a “competition for Matt’s attention”. awkward.)

after hours of talking to M, S came up and fuelled with the alcohol she had consumed, pulled him to dance with her. the poor girl, who i love dearly, was tripping over and couldn’t form a sentence without slurring. she tried to kiss him, but he pushed her away because he wasn’t interested. a small part of me felt really bad that she wanted to get with him, but i’d been there first a few weeks ago, so i didn’t care too much. we had to eventually drag him away because she was getting really attached and it was almost time to leave.

by the end of the night, M’s alcohol had been stolen and all he wanted to do was head home, but i wasn’t letting him go that easy. i invited him back to my friend’s house with me, and his mate came along as he was interested in my best friend.

when we got there, after much persuasion and the promise of free drinks, we continued drinking and talking. we sat in the kitchen laughing and listening to music, and moved to the lounge room where it started relatively innocently. we sat on the couch close together, completely focused on each other. we were laughing and i made some remark about cuddling. he moved closer and for a while we just lay there listening to the music.

at some point, he stood up and pulled me with him to dance. again, what started innocently led to our first of many kisses of the night. with his arms on my waist and mine around his neck, we made out for who knows how long, our dancing slowly become desperate grinds and thrusts together. i felt his dick hard against my stomach, something i had only ever dreamed of experiencing, and his kisses became more like pants and small groans. i didn’t want to stop, the heat and desperation and lust of the moment was like a fantasy come true. 

my little virgin self was completely enthralled in the moment, and it took everything to pull away for a moment, grab his hand and walk through to the same back room that we had first kissed in, which was the bedroom we’d be sleeping in.

“you’re sure you’re okay with this?” i asked, as he closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed that i was already sat on. his tie was on the floor next to him and his jacket was too. he looked wonderful, even though it was a night of fun and nothing else, my heart skipped a beat. he was beautiful. and kind too.

“you’re so beautiful that i couldn’t want to stop unless you asked me to. you’re sure you want to do this right now?” i knew he was referring to my first time being drunk and with this man that i hardly knew, but it was right.

he slid down the bed and pushed me down on my back, trailing kisses down my neck, my biggest turn on. my dress came off somewhere in the time, to be quite honest most of the specific details are a bit of a blur. but i remember clearly when he took his belt off, it got stuck. we were laughing, me completely undressed and just waiting for something, anything to happen. he finally got it off after a while, and slid back into bed with a condom (which was in his jacket pocket, still to this day don’t know if he’s just prepared or was expecting something but who cares!!) and just in his underwear. it was something i’d only ever seen online or in my mind, and i was so incredibly overwhelmed, i just wanted him to kiss me again and do something.

i pulled him back to me and his boxers came off, and his dick stood up against his chest. i honestly thought that when people said that, it was exaggeration and all a joke. but it stood hard and leaking and it was because of me. it’s a total confidence booster to know that you did that to somebody so gorgeous, you got them to the state where they’re jumbled and panting and can’t focus on anything except more more more. he put the condom on and asked again, “are you sure you’re okay babe” and i don’t think i’ve ever been so ready and so needy for anything in life.

he spread my legs and started playing with my clit, rubbing it slowly in a circle, then flicking it and eventually slipped one finger to play with my entrance. i’d only ever done this to myself, and although i was so excited and into it, i was also nervous. a brief time was taken over by doubt and insecurity. (what if he stops because it’s ugly, maybe i’m ugly? i probably look fat at this angle. he’s done this before i bet the other’s were prettier than i am. but he was lovely.) he was reassuring and kind and sweet and we laughed the entire time.

he eventually lined up to my hole, swirled his tip around my entrance and i remember vividly gasping. he thrust in slowly and his grunts enough would’ve been enough to send me over the edge if it wasn’t for a whole lot of self control. it was definitely one of the best sounds ever!! we fucked for a while, even though it wasn’t perfect. i was tense and very tight, he kept slipping out and at one point, after changing positions so i was on all four and he was behind, he almost ended up it in the wrong hole. so it was uncomfortable for a while…

…but towards the end it was AMAZING! all in all, i came 3 times, spent an hour in bed with a sex god himself and woke up the next morning to a beautiful smile and a “thank you” on his departure. we’ve not really spoken since, except for a drunk message on my behalf a few weeks ago where i received many mixed signals, but he knows i’m interested for a round two if he is!

this wasn’t really to describe what happened and how hot it was, but im not saying it wasn’t hot because two months later and i still think about him daily. it’s to say that however you feel is okay. if you’re excited but halfway through you decide that something’s not right, you can stop. if you don’t want to sleep with somebody you’re dating or seeing, that’s cool too! if you wan’t to hook up with somebody at a party like i did, feel free! have a good time!

thing’s don’t have to be perfect for your first time either. i spent the night laughing and rolling around with somebody who i trusted, even trusted enough to mention how i was insecure about how i looked to him. it wasn’t like the porn you see with a plot line and hard-core, hair pulling, rough and wild sex, but it was perfect for me. i don’t have a single regret from this night, my boy was so good to me and i’m so thankful that my first time (although i’m not huge on the concept of virginities) was with somebody who i was comfortable with and could laugh with.”