Chapter 1: Sex With Steve

There was something special about Steve, something about him that no other boy will ever have so far as I am concerned. Simply put, he was my first in so many ways. He was my first real boyfriend, the recipient of my first blowjob. Most of all, he was the first boy to fuck me, the one to whom I willingly gave my virginity. Whenever we were together and I feel his naked body pressing against mine I am always reminded of what he has of mine. Regardless of whatever may happen between us in the future, I knew he would always have a special place in my heart.

From the horror stories I’d heard from many girls I knew I was a lot luckier than most in that I actually enjoyed my first time. Of course there was some pain being I was so tight but I was prepared for it thanks to my wise mother who gave me “the talk” well ahead of time. In my case this not only included the mechanics of sex, but also how to prepare myself for my first time using her favorite dildo. It also helped I was NOT Steve’s first - by al one shot, LOL. I can only imagine what it would’ve been like to have been with another virgin at the time, both of us nervous and unsure of ourselves. At least when I did it with Steve ONE of us knew what we were doing!

What made my relationship with Steve even extra special for me is that even after he got what I knew he wanted from the moment he first looked at me, he didn’t just dump me afterwards like I was some notch on his belt the way some guys might have. One of my closest friends had such a horror story where her guy was sweet and kind at first but once she let him in her panties he never talked to her again. Even worse, he wasn’t afraid to tell every guy in school he’d scored with her and that she was a skank. Here we were over three months later and Steve was still dating me exclusively which made me feel very special. Sure he bragged to everyone about what we were doing but at least what he told them was complimentary ... and true.

For all these reasons, and maybe mixed with a little concern over having to deal with a different guy, I didn’t even date another guy after our first time, let alone have sex with anyone else. Steve was still the only boy to get to home plate with me and he was making the rounds of the bases as often as he could! Sometimes I didn’t know who wanted it more, him or me. It seemed that it’s all we did whenever we got together. Even so, it seems the more we did it, the more I wanted it. People say a relationship needs to be based on more than sex. Well ... I beg to disagree, at least when you’re a young teen. So far as I was concerned, the more sex the better! Why have a boyfriend if he isn’t going to fuck you?

Steve’s parents were bitterly divorced so he lived at home with just his mom Marlene, younger sister Sharon (my friend), and baby brother Jim. Sharon was one of my best friends and it was thanks to her that I met Steve in the first place. Their little brother was a pain, always trying to look up my skirt or down my top whenever I was at their house. Sharon knew all about what Steve and I did but rather than being upset or embarrassed, she thought it was hot that her friend and brother were doing it. She even liked to pretend she was jealous of me but I think she just got a kick out of teasing me. I mean, like Steve was her brother so of course she was teasing me.