This is the story of how I lost my virginity in high school. It’s quite a story. It all started when my parents started fighting more and more. I confided this information to my best friend, and she then started inviting me to come over to her house more often. That’s where I met her older brother. I was overcome with nerves when I met him, I’ve always been so confident, so self-assured, have never been nervous around any boys. Now I should add that I have had a few boyfriends, so I had experience with boys but had only made out. I never let them get further than that. There was something that didn’t appeal to me, once the kissing got to a certain extent, it got sloppy, and their sweaty hands would try to move down my shirt. It gave me the ick. I figured I wasn’t a sexual person, maybe I wasn’t wired that way. So eventually after getting turned down enough times, those boys would find an excuse to break up with me. Fine by me, they took up too much of my time and I was a very focused student.

So, as I met her brother, the heat in my body rose, my heartbeat faster and I could even feel my face getting red. This bothered me, I’m uncomfortable not being in control especially when it’s something I haven’t experienced before. He didn’t talk to me much, just said hello and nice to meet you. Then walked back to his room, so luckily, he didn’t notice my awkwardness. The next few weeks, I rarely saw him, but I was always holding my breath, hoping I’d get at least a glimpse. The anticipation of seeing him was getting to me. Oh and my friend had no idea I was crushing on her brother.

To avoid my toxic home life, I hinted to my best friend that a sleepover at her house would be fun. And thankfully she took the bait, and we had a fun night planned. I was dropped off at exactly 7pm and right away we ate dinner, their whole family ate dinner together. It was so nice to witness a normal family for once, her mom and dad were so nice to each other and to their kids. And to my delight, her brother was at dinner. I couldn’t bring myself to even look at him, I was so nervous. I started pretending he wasn’t there so that I could easily converse with her parents. It worked luckily.

After dinner, we just hung out in her room. Did the typical sleepover activities, makeup, nails, gossiping, etc. She wanted to watch a movie in the movie room aka the basement, so we changed into our pajamas and headed down. Her brother was already there flipping through the TV.

“Can we use the TV? We want to watch a movie” she told him.

“Sure, what are you guys watching? Maybe I’ll watch it with you.” He replied.

Oh no, oh yes! I didn’t know what to feel! Having him near me for that amount of time, it was so exciting but nerve wracking at the same time. We all easily agreed on a movie and settled in on the big sectional couch. My best friend was on one side and her brother on the other side. I was laying across so that my head was closer to her, and my feet were pointing towards him. We ate some snacks and settled in to watch the movie.

Suddenly, I felt fingertips brush my bare feet. I almost jumped! We all had blankets covering us so I couldn’t see him actually touch me, just feel it. I tried to tell myself it was an accident, but then he did it again. I didn’t even glance his way. I was going to pretend that nothing was going on. The touch then started getting more, he was stroking my whole foot then my ankle. Something about his touch was so erotic. All those boys that I swatted away and pushed away from touching me, their touch repulsed me whereas I just wanted more and more of his. My body was in full on arousal when he kept moving his hand up to my knees. The back of our knees is so sensitive, I found that out quickly. His touch was still light and airy but enough to make my breath shallow. The movie we were watching was an action one so the change in my breathing wasn’t noticeable. He kept getting closer to me by pretending to get more snacks. This went on for a bit until his touch moved up to my inner thigh. If I thought my knee was sensitive, it’s because I hadn’t experienced his touch on my thighs. At this point, I could feel my young pussy pulsing. It was such a new and exciting sensation. I was not going to stop him, I wanted more but didn’t know what that meant. The way we were angled meant he could stretch his whole arm and not be noticed under the blanket.

As soon as the movie ended, my best friend put on the sequel to the movie, and I was delighted that there was more. More movie and hopefully more of that delicious touch. When his fingertips made contact under my satin sleep shorts and right over my panties, I do think I jumped. I lightly coughed to disguise my jerk; my best friend seemed so unaware. She had no idea as she watched the movie that her brother was touching her friend in her most intimate spot. My breath was clearly labored, I could feel my pussy getting wet, another sensation new to me.

Well, I wasn’t prepared for the moment he slipped a finger inside me! The skin-on-skin contact was such a turn on, he used one finger and rubbed around my pussy lips. I started getting a little self-conscious because I’m not clean shaven down there, no guy has ever touched me so I didn’t feel the need for that type of grooming. The thing about being in a situation like this, you can’t say anything. My best friend is right there, what would I say? “Sorry about my pubes, but please don’t stop touching me!” Yeah, not something that should be said out loud.