Teen sex we were

OK. This story IS true.

You don't realize until later. anyhow, I'd had a few "loverboys" by the time I was 17, that left me not feeling much of anything. My first boyfriend honestly couldn't .........I wasn't moved by the experiences with him.

It was one encounter: something about the way; the way he touched me. I had never thought of him that way before. I actually liked his friend that night. But what's meant to be and what's not.....

it was late and I somehow ended up at his apartment in the east village. We were both 17. I didn't drink much or take drugs at the time after having some bad experiences earlier. So I was in my right head. A few girls had shown up, then left. I was left sitting there with him; I'll call him Vin, and his two guy friends. I was a little hesitant being there as the only female. I suppose the urge to do something sexy was rising in me; I was "horny" ......I leaned back, or onto him. Vin. Then.....having had no feelings for him til now: suddenly that second it changed. He reached over and must have caressed my shoulder blade in the right spot. I felt something buzz all through me. I felt the sensations........in my pussy. I was certainly turned on. Something about the way he did it; something I had always wanted from men but almost never got. He asked me if I wanted to go into the bedroom with him. Yes, no. I heard myself saying yes. Then.....we were in this room, with an unmade bed and clothes thrown every which way. The door shut. I had been wearing a slip; for some reason I had decided to. It was a little awkward. He started to take off my clothes. Then he got undressed. He--I hadn't then seen that many dicks, but I had seen a few. I'd had sex before. But I hadn't -- I wasn't used to it. But then I saw his. I just remember it was pretty substantial. Ugh. Very awkward writing this!

He had condoms next to the bed. He put one on. I didn't even have to ask. That's an absolute rarity with men. Usually they don't have them or will find any excuse not to wear one. Anyway.

Then.....he was in me and we were fucking. Or he was fucking me rather.

And. Well. Like I said--something about how it was done. How he did it. Really I hadn't been touched or "fucked" that way before and rarely since. Hard and deep the right way in the right position the right place. I felt myself orgasming where I'd never had that happen before with a guy, during sex. And it went on forever. Early morning til late. He just wouldn't stop. I felt myself having to pee, but was too weirded out to tell him. He......stayed hard the whole time. As far as I know, this was before Viagra. I must have done something right!