"My First"
(The Story of Jay)

By Amanda - St. Louis, Missouri

There are many milestones in a woman’s life. There is the first school dance, the first date, the first kiss, and my personal favorite, the first fuck. Virginity and all aspects surrounding it, was a very big deal to me. I wanted to make sure that is was “perfect”. At first, I thought the guy would have to be hot, of course, come to my door with roses in his hand, wine me, dine me, candles, bubble bath, blah, blah, blah. I did make sure that he was a good looking but minus the roses, and everything else. I wasn’t old enough for all of that shit. I was only thirteen years old when I decided to give my virginity to a guy named Jay.

I was introduced to Jay by a friend of mine. We were going through this gothic phase. All of us with our long hair, black eye makeup and nail polish, black clothing, combat boots, and fish nets. Jay was thirteen as well and had attracted me from the start. He had these piercing brown eyes that just seemed to look right through you. He was also just a crazy son of a bitch. I remember him just walking onto a frozen lake next to our school not giving a shit if the ice was thick enough. Even though he wore just as much makeup as I did, I thought he was hot. That is what we were into.

I remember a lot about “my first”. We were boyfriend/girlfriend for about 2 months and it was Halloween night. After going around his neighborhood visiting all of his friends we decided to sneak into his house while his parents were asleep. We were making out in his bedroom. He had turned on Type O Negative to muffle any noise we may make, but not too loud to wake his parents. He started taking of his clothes as well as mine. When it got to the part where he took off his boxers, I giggled to myself. I felt like a fourth grader in my first Sex Education class. I had never seen a hard dick before and to me it just kind of looked funny, but not, all at the same time. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, or should I say what was about to be getting into me. His dick seemed rather big for a thirteen year old. I would say it was about six inches long (believe me; I have had bigger since then). I relaxed and just let him get on top of me and ease himself right on in. It hurt, but it wasn’t excruciating. We just had sex to the music in the background. It was a good thing that there was music because I realized then, that I was a moaner and screamer. Between the pain and the excitement I was moaning and talking dirty. I loved to say how things were feeling and how to do it to me. I bet we had sex for at least an hour and a half, which is pretty good for two virgins fucking. It wasn’t minute man shit (I really hate that!). To this day, I don’t know for sure if his parents heard me. I am sure they did. This was only the beginning of more things to cum.

We were together, Jay and I, for two years. We had a lot of sex. I would say at least 4 times, each time that we saw each other. I don’t know how we got away with it all the time but we did. The more sex we had, the more adventurous and kinky things got. There were times that he would pour hot candle wax on my naked flesh, cut me with a razor during sex just to watch me bleed, and my personal favorite, bondage. I loved to be tied to the bed, spread fuckin’ eagle, getting fucked for hours. One time in particular is exciting just to think about; I will call it Sex in the Attic. His parents had an extra mattress set in the attic and of course, we decided to fuck on it one day. Well, there just happened to be a lot of rope in this attic too. My ankles were tied and spread apart, the ends tied to the corners of the bed frame. My wrists were tied the same way. I also had a rope tied around my neck for him to control my movement: if I moved a certain way the rope would get tighter, a choking effect. He had proceeded to eat me out, fuck me and just be down right fucking rough. I fucking loved it. I had no choice but to like it. It was like it and love it or be choked. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Another cool thing with him was that we had sex anywhere and everywhere. For instance, we took a walk down to the Missouri River and started fucking right there on the river bank. We didn’t care. I was in a sense performing for a crowd. I remember when I had got on top of him to ride him that there were two guys watching us. There was a clearing and a factory about two-hundred feet away from where we were fucking. The two men were just standing in the parking lot watching us get it on. I didn’t care; I just looked dead at them and continued having sex. They knew that I saw them and loved it. Needless to say, I did end up with poison ivy all over my back, legs, and ass cheeks.

We had also made our own porno (I wonder if he still has that?). We borrowed his parent’s video camera, set up the tripod and pressed record. Jay had a waterbed so there was a lot of motion, but for this particular event I had kicked my hips into overdrive and added a lot more. The tape had oral sex, missionary and doggy style and lots of different taboo things. There was candle wax and some dominant/submissive shit going on. We even had nude photos of each other. I liked posing for the photos.

All of these first experiences have proved to be very useful, because I wouldn’t be so fucking good now (actually, the best you’ll ever have) if I didn’t have that dose of freakiness that my first gave me. Thanks Jay for making me the freak I am today.