A Lot of Firsts

I was a very naive junior in high school about two months before my 16th birthday when Shari, a 15-year-old sophomore transferred into my school. Shari was a cute dishwater blonde with dreamy blue eyes, and curves where a young man can best appreciate them. She let it be known that she was interested in me. We had gone for a walk in the park and held hands our first time together, but Friday was going to be our first real date. It was also my first date with any girl. I walked to the apartment she shared with her mother to pick her up. We were going to ride the bus out to where our school's basketball team was playing a game. She introduced me to her mother, and then her mother left after asking us what time we would be back, and telling us to "have fun!" Somehow, I got up the courage to kiss her in the living room, and when she responded with her tongue probing my mouth, I could feel myself getting aroused. Shari then said, "Let me go change my top, and we'll be on our way." She walked into her bedroom, with my thoughts on the kiss we had just shared. Moments later, Shari called me into her room, and when I arrived had her back turned to me without a blouse or sweater on, and holding the two ends of her bra strap behind her. She simply said, "Come here and fasten this for me." As I approached her, I could see the soft fullness of the sides of her breasts, and I could feel the strain of my own arousal. As I reached her back, I got up my courage, and asked as I took the ends of her brastrap form her, "Did you want me to fasten your bra or to take it off?" She responded, "Your choice, but we might miss the game." As I started to take one strap off Shari's shoulder, and then the other, she turned around to face me, and her bra fell to the ground. I was gazing at my first pair of breasts, and thinking how beautiful they were. I asked if I could kiss them, and Shari responded that I could if I had something for her to kiss in return. It seemed that almost immediately, Shari led me to her bed, laid me down, and unzipped my pants. She released by hardness, and began massaging it up and down as my fingers caressed her breasts. It wasn't more than 2-3 minutes at most that I felt the semen boiling inside me, and ready to erupt like a geiser. Shari changed her position show that her face was right next to where I would be exploding momentarily. Her hand felt so good, and the knowledge she was watching me enhanced the feeling. Suddenly, I was contorting and contracting, and my eyes were closed as my orgasm swetpt over me. And then my eyes opened when I felt those soft lips I had first kissed just minutes before engulf and hold my erupting penis. My first kiss, first hand job, and first blow job had all been rolled into one experience--an experience never to be forgotten. Oh, and we never did get to that basketball game.