My First Time

My First Time by GrabItHard I remember it now: I was 14, and walking through the school gates.Wasn't much interested in girls then, I thought that t would come in time. But then she walked through the gates.She was beatuiful. Slim waist, long legs, and breasts that were just beginning to form. As she walked the dress that she was wearing swished around her legs, just brushing her ankles. Her face was perfect, heart-shaped woth delicate features. The look in her eyes was innocent and downcast.I must have spent about a minute staring at her, before someone crashed into me from the rear and I was jolted out of my reverie. When I looked for her again, she was gone. Later that day I saw her again on the way to English. This time I was even more breathtaken than before. She walked past me, and I fancied that I could smell a faint musk. When I sat down in Englosih I squirmed at the uncomfortable hardness in my pants. The feeling curling through my stomach was intense. I was eager to get out of school, get some privacy. Then I didn't know what. As I walked in the door at home I threw my school sachet down on the couch and sat down myself. I remembered her features, and shuddered with pleasure as I though of the innocent little cleft between her legs, just sprouting some hair. I remembered that her name was Sarah. 'Sarah..." I murmured the name.It was then that I realised that for the second time that day I had an erection. Without fully knowing what I was doing, I grabbed my belt and undid it. I could hardly believe that the thing that emerged from my fly was a part of my body. It was onger than usual, jutting out from the nest of dark hairs at the base. I could see the veins standing out from thewhite skin. I grabbed the curl of skin at the top of my penis and pulled.The pink head jumped out, slightly wet. It seemed to be yearning towards me. I put a hand down, enclosing it in my fingers.I moved them up and down once. The feeling was terrific. I could not stop myself. My yearning for Sarah was so powerful I could not focus my mind. I surrendered to the pumping and tugging of my own fingers. I writhed on the couch. The feeling moving up from my throbbing penis was so intense it was almost painful. A low moan escaped my lips. I was gasping. Then I felt the flow pressing against the efforts of my restraint, and I knew what ws coming. A wet flow of warmth flowed down over my stomach. The sharp fumes suffused my nostrils. I stopped, and thought once more of Sarah. i loved her, and one day I would let her know.