This is true - evey word, every action.
My boyfriend and I kissed. Nothing else, just kissed, but because that's all we did, we got very good at it. He never even tried to touch my breasts and I never tried to feel his cock. We did used to get pretty worked up with the kissing though! By the time I got home afterwards, my panties would be very damp and musky, and I think, although I am not sure, that on at least a couple of occasions he may have cummed in his pants.
So, one night, we were making out in the barn and as usual, pressing against each other and kissing the hell out of each other. I suddenly knew I wanted more and so did he. He moved his hand to my breast and slipped it up under my tshirt. I didnt used to wear a bra much then, I didnt need to really. I felt the heat of his hand around my breast and then he rolled my nipple and I nearly fainted with pleasure. Then his hand moved lower, over my tummy and my hip and then pressed lightly, but firmly enough for me to feel it between my legs. I let my legs open and soon he wast touching the wet panties (Damn, I am almost wanting to masturbate now reliving this).
He tugged my panties down and dipped his finger between my pussy lips and slipped it up me. I pressed hard as I really loved the feeling. I reached for his zipper and had his cock out in no time. He fingered me and I jacked him until I had this overwhelming feeling that I was gonna pee, but I really didnt care if I did! Suddenly these spasms rocked through me and I felt something warm and sticky hit my tummy. I looked down and he was pumping sperm all over me.
We lay there and dozed after that and then we took all our clothes off. I wondered if we were gonna do 'it', but we didnt. He did get between my legs and hump me, but his dick was pressed between our tummies.
I loved the feeling of his cock and how it felt when he spurted on me, and I totally loved the feeling of my very first orgasm. Not with a boy-but my VERY first one.
That night, alone, I had my second third and fourth, but they didnt feel the same, somehow as with his finger inside me.
I want to write a lot more about my sex life, and I have no idea why I want to do this now. I am married, but there have been the odd masturbatory fling.