Ariana's First Serious Date
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 4
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 4 - This is a true story about my first date shortly after I lost my virginity to my cousin, which I recounted in my previous story, "My Awakening." Steve, my boyfriend, was the first non-related person to experience my intimate affection. This story takes place in simpler times, depicting a love story between two young adults as they embark on their journey into life and romance. It was an exciting time filled with suspense, hope, and heartache.
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Saturday seemed to stretch on endlessly, each hour feeling like a small eternity. To pass the time, I dove into chores, lending a hand to my mother as we tackled the ever-growing mountain of laundry. The warm, comforting aroma of roast beef wafted through the house as we prepared a delightful dinner, accompanied by fluffy mashed potatoes and vibrant green beans that sparkled with a hint of butter.
After we savored the hearty meal, I dutifully washed the dishes, scrubbing away the remnants of our feast while the warm water enveloped my hands. Once the kitchen was tidy, I turned my attention to my homework. Although I had already completed it, I decided to feign a sense of urgency, hoping to convince my parents that I still had a mountain of assignments to finish.
As I intricately wrapped the soft, colorful blue yarn around Steve’s ring, memories flooded my mind. I found myself lost in thoughts of the joyful moments we shared; each one filled with laughter and warmth that lingered in my heart.
On Sunday morning, I approached my mother expressing that I was overwhelmed by a growing mountain of homework that seemed to expand by the minute. I pleaded with her, hoping for a quiet day at home to tackle my assignments. She looked at me with a mix of concern and understanding, noting how disappointing it would be for everyone if I chose to stay behind. However, she wisely emphasized that my education had to take priority. As the clock struck 10:30, the sound of the car engine filled the air, signaling that my parents were embarking on their long journey, leaving me with a quiet house and an exciting day ahead.
I started preparing for Steve’s arrival with a sense of anticipation. I stepped into the shower, letting the steaming water envelop me like a comforting embrace. The warm droplets cascaded over my skin, tracing the contours of my proud “C” cup breasts and flowing down my flat stomach. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to relax under the soothing stream, the sound of the water a gentle melody in the background.
Once finished, I gently stepped out of the shower, the air cool against my damp skin. I wrapped myself in a plush terry cloth towel that felt thick and soft against me, absorbing the moisture. As I dried my hair, I slipped into a warm, terry-cloth robe, savoring its comfort and warmth and readying myself for the special afternoon ahead.
After putting on my bra and pink panties, I decided to wear my blue shorts and a white T-shirt that said “Chickasaws Indians” on the front in burgundy lettering. I slipped on Roberts’s class ring and my white tennis shoes, which I was wearing without socks. I looked in the mirror and thought, ‘With this outfit, I’m ready for anything.’
Steve arrived right at one o’clock. I let him in, hugged him, and kissed him before telling him to sit on the couch. I then went to the kitchen and made two glasses of Coke. With the TV on, I flipped through the three available channels but didn’t find anything exciting to watch, so I left it on a football game. Neither of us had our minds on TV, and as I went to sit next to him, he guided me, so I was sitting on his lap. Our lips met in our eager desire to kiss. Our tongues danced and probed each other, and our breaths became more rapid. Roberts’s hand began to caress and explore.
His left hand held my back, and his right hand began to caress my left breast. He was feeling through my shirt and bra, and as we continued to kiss, he lowered his hand and slid up under my T-shirt, cupped my breast and bra. He then moved his left hand under my T-shirt and undid my bra clasp with one hand. Hey, Steve has a talent for sure, and now his right hand pushed up my bra, and he finally got his prize and began squeezing and playing with my firm breast. Finally, he found my long, hard nipples and sent an electrifying thrill through me as his fingers gently caressed them.