I've written about Heather a couple of times. We dated throughout our junior year in high school. Even after we broke up we still remained friends and up to just a few years ago when we lost touch, visited often.
After school, I drove Heather home. It was becoming a routine that I would be at her house after school for at least a short time. Sometimes longer. Her mom was there most of the time but usually was busy puttering around the house doing whatever.
"Happy birthday!" Her mom greeted me as we sat on stools at the kitchen counter.
It was my 17th birthday.
Heather's mom was a little more dressed up than usual. She was heading out with some friends and wouldn't be back until late in the evening. Her dad was still at work and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours!
Now it was customary that when we were alone at her house, we would frantically start groping each other. Heather usually couldn't get her pants down quick enough so as to give me full access to her button and likewise for me to drop mine so that she could work my erection.
As her mom pulled out of the driveway, Heather grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway.
"C'mere, I'm going to give you your birthday present."
I knew it!! All day at school Heather had eluded to a "special" birthday present. I literally had a chub all day long in anticipation of... what? A blowjob? SEX??
Heather shut her bedroom door behind us and started to un-button her pants as she kicked her shoes off. "Stay right there for a second." She removed her pants and shirt and stood next to her vanity in one of those black satin and lace underwear/bra combos that were so popular in the late 80's. She half twirled to show me her butt and smiled. "You like it?"
I don't recall what I said but I'm sure it was dumb! I do remember getting this strange sense of anxiousness. It was like my brain was on fire.
Heather leaned in and kissed me as she fumbled with the zipper on my pants.
"I been wanting to have sex with you. I just wanted it to be a big deal."
It was indeed a big deal. For us both. She wasn't a virgin but had only had sex that one time and at least to her, it wasn't what she had imagined what losing her virginity was like. It was just... "okay". For me, I hadn't had sex since that summer that Mel lived with us.
Heather's panties dropped down to her ankles where she stepped out of them and kicked them towards the base of the vanity. We anxiously fumbled for each other like only teenagers do. Mouths awkwardly pressed together and hands frantically working each other's sex.
"Hold on..." Heather reached for the vanity drawer and produced a condom. "Here... lets get this on you."
I had no clue how to put a condom on. Back then, at least where I was from, they weren't teaching kids how to use condoms or other birth control like they seem to be doing now days. I had only had sex those couple of times with Mel and we stupidly didn't use them. I examined the package...
Pre-lubricated & RIBBED FOR HER PLEASURE
What?? I had no clue what that meant. Heather giggled at my obvious bewilderment and sat down on the edge of her bed and pulled a pillow behind her. I fumbled with the slippery prophylactic trying to slide it over my erection. Do I slide it on or roll it on? Do I put it over my intact foreskin or slide the foreskin back and roll it over the head. Hey! When you don't know, you don't know and I felt embarrassed. Heather's frustration and impatience were obvious. She grabbed the condom from my hand and stood up. "C'mon, lay down and I'll do it." As I lay back she stroked me and tested my rigid erection. By this time we had been dating long enough that she was accustomed to my uncircumcised penis. She had even bragged to her best friend, Jessica so much that they both recently harassed me to show it to her, that I pulled it out for a moment so that Jess could see for herself.
It was kinda humiliating.
Heather rolled the condom on and climbed over my stomach to straddle herself above my hips. She sighed and moaned as she lowered herself and guided my hard-on into her vaginal opening. She slightly shivered as she rocked her hips, grinding herself down as far as she could go. We fumbled around, fucking like only teenagers do. It was clumsy and anything but romantic. We changed positions because the condom was slipping off! Now on her back, Heather held her legs up by her knees and worked her hips up against me. There really wasn't any rhythm to our coupling that I recall but it was fun nonetheless and within minutes I dumped a load into the condom. It was the best birthday present I had received up to that point in my life.
Heather obviously didn't get her orgasm that time. We would actually have sex several more times before she actually had an orgasm during sex but when she did, I felt like I was a stud.
We had a lot of fun together and I really did imagine that we would get married right out of high school. It was silly and obviously not meant to be but still to this day we are friends.
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