These mist-shrouded mountains are now my home. I sighed deeply and stared gloomily at them through the classroom window. I saw my blurry reflection and noticed that, for once, my red curls had actually stayed put. I also realized that this shirt might have shown a bit too much cleavage, but there wasn't much I could do about that now. I couldn't help it that my breasts seemed to have grown a whole cup size overnight.
It was my third day at this new school, and I'd never felt so alone. I was trying my best and had managed to hang out with the popular clique, but we still felt like outsiders. At my old school, I hadn't even come close to hanging out with the popular girls, but somehow, the fact that people were interested in me here had awakened something in me.
“Miss Miller?” I heard something vague in the distance that jolted me out of my reverie. I quickly looked around and realized the teacher had asked me something. I must have missed it, because when I asked a simple “What?” the whole class started giggling. “I asked you what was so interesting about our windows.” “I’m… I…” I stammered, but then I realized this could be a pivotal moment. So I tried a witty remark and said, “I was admiring the paint job on the frame. I was wondering… has Stevie Wonder started a new career?” More giggles and laughter erupted around me. Good! But judging by Mr. Garcia’s expression, he wasn’t amused. After a few seconds, he said, "You can talk to the caretaker about it after class if it's so important to you. But at this school, we pay attention during class. Since you're new here, you might not know how things work yet. Now you do. Consider this your first and last warning."
I nodded resignedly. He knew I was striking a pose, but I was pleased by the appreciative murmurs around me. A few minutes later the bell rang, and I grabbed my book and my backpack.
“Hey, Red! That was really cool,” said Shannon, the most popular girl in our class, as we left the classroom.
“Thank you. His lessons are so boring,” I replied, careful not to say anything stupid in her presence.
A simple nod from Shannon was all I got when she waved to a hot athlete who walked past us on the way to the cafeteria. I was afraid I'd blown it. But once the athlete was out of sight, she said, "Hey! Come join us!" and I felt a little more confident.
I was still waiting to see what the ladies were serving for lunch, so I grabbed my pretty pink Yeti lunch bag from my locker and was able to sit down at Shannon's table. It didn't surprise me to see her sitting in the middle with the other girls clustered around her. But when she saw me coming, her face lit up, and she patted the seat next to her.
“Girls, this is…”, said Shannon, looking at me expectantly.
"I am Emma."
"You won't believe what she did in Garcia's class!"
She started bragging and telling everyone how cool I was, but her friends' reactions were so over-the-top and affected that I had to restrain myself from snorting and answering them several times. I was being looked at, and I knew I had to accept it. For now.
I tuned out as they constantly gossiped about people I didn't know and put Shannon on a pedestal. It just wasn't my thing. I always thought I wanted to hang out with the cool girls, but they were anything but cool. They were annoying and unbearable. The fact that I saw through them so quickly after meeting them meant they were in a league of their own on the unbearableness scale. Two tables away, I found a nice distraction, something for my real interests. I was checking out a hot guy playfully wrestling with his friend, both of them showing a bit of skin between their shirts and pants. I'd just noticed they were both wearing Under Armour boxers when my attention was drawn back to the girls' conversation. "No joke!" Keira said, pausing like a true drama queen. "Some eighth-year girls pushed him into the girls' locker room!" "And he was naked?" " asked one of the other girls, putting her hand over her mouth."
"Yep! Naked as the day he was born."
„Oh, wow …“
“Yes… My little sister was there and saw everything. She looked for me… at my locker and couldn’t stop talking about it.”
“Did she have his… you know?” asked one of the girls I didn’t know, blushing bright red.
“He tried to hide it, but when he tried to run away, he slipped, fell, and… showed everything,” Keira said, pausing dramatically again and looking at everyone at the table individually before continuing. “My sister… said he was big… down there. At least 5 inches and pretty thick. And… the rest of him looked pretty good, in her opinion, too. Muscular and… firm.”
There was a collective nod and murmur around me as I imagined a naked boy lying on the changing room floor. I really felt sorry for him, but the thought of a naked boy with a large penis gave me butterflies in my stomach.
"Damn it!" said Shannon. "He may be a grade below us, but I wouldn't have minded seeing that."
They giggled and chatted about him a bit more, but I wasn't interested anymore. That image in my head of a naked boy lying on the floor took me back to a few months ago.
* * *
I was still trying to process what Dad had told us the night before. He'd said he'd gotten a promotion, and as a result, we'd have to move within a little over a month. I quickly realized there was no point in arguing; the decision had already been made. And boy, was I mad! But what bothered me most was that Ryan and I would have to break up. For me, dating Ryan last month had been like winning the lottery. He was the hottest guy in our class, and I'd just decided to lose my virginity to him. Until Dad delivered the bad news.
We had just over a month until our departure, but I had imagined us spending an evening alone together, having sex, with a bath, candles, nice music, and Ryan and I making love tenderly. That would require some planning, but this stupid thing has ruined it for me!
And there we were. His father was away for the afternoon, and Ryan had persuaded me to come over. We kissed passionately, and Ryan's hands were under my shirt, massaging my breasts, which felt amazing. But when he lifted my shirt and unhooked my bra, I knew it was happening. I was about to lose my virginity, and I was suddenly incredibly nervous! My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were shaking. I only realized this when Ryan told me to undress.
He lifted his shirt as he said this, and I was a little disappointed by his underdeveloped chest. Without a shirt, he didn't look as hot as most of us girls had imagined. He had a charming and sexy face, but as he undressed further, I realized that was all. The bulge in his underwear was clearly visible, but only because his erection was forming a tent in it.
I was hoping he'd romantically undress me, but I didn't think that would happen, so I took off my pants and panties myself. I'd already given up on the idea of candles and all that. He didn't even have music on.
I lay down naked on his bed, feeling somewhat exposed, but I tried to remain calm, my gaze fixed on him as he neatly folded his clothes and laid them aside. He quickly dropped his boxer shorts, and his barely ten-centimeter-long erection sprang out. The thick bush above and around it made it look even smaller. As he took the few steps toward the bed, I watched him intently, amazed by his stiffness. He barely moved as he took his steps.
He looked me up and down and said, "You look good, Emma," as he crawled onto the bed and between my legs. But the way he said it seemed a little forced, maybe even compulsive. I knew he wasn't a virgin anymore—at least he'd told me and anyone else he could brag to—so I assumed it was normal to talk like that during sex. He laid his body on top of mine, and I felt the tip of his penis touch the outside of my vagina.
I was so nervous in that moment that I almost forgot to breathe. Ryan looked at me and asked, "Ready?" Was I ready? I wanted to do it, but shouldn't we do something first? Wasn't I allowed to touch his hard cock? Didn't he want to touch my pussy? I liked touching my pussy, so why wouldn't a guy want that? What about a blowjob? I'd never done one before, but didn't he want one? My pussy wasn't even that wet yet. I was usually wetter when I wanted to touch myself than I was at that moment. So, was I ready? I didn't know.
All I could do was nod. Ryan immediately started probing. It took him several tries, but finally he found my entrance. The tip of his penis slid between my labia and penetrated me. It felt incredibly good as my vagina tightened around him and I entered him for the first time in my life. But then came the pain... With a sudden, powerful thrust, Ryan tried to push his penis all the way in.
“Ouch!” I groaned and pressed against his chest.
He looked at me as if I was doing something wrong. But a fake smile appeared on his face as he tried to reassure me, saying, "Don't worry, baby. It always hurts at first. It'll feel good in a minute."
Looking back, I should have listened to my heart and ended it right away. But I didn't want to disappoint Ryan and be accused of having been a
to be a penis freak. So I gave him a slight nod, and Ryan began to...
to pull it out. As he withdrew, I felt the stinging again, but it was much weaker now. I knew it wasn't my hymen because I had removed it a few weeks ago with a hairbrush so it wouldn't hurt so much.
I just wasn't wet enough. Sure, I was nervous, but not scared. My pussy was still relatively dry, I guess, and he kept pulling and thrusting. Maybe we should have taken our time… When Ryan pulled out, he slid completely out and had to poke around a few times before he was back in the right place. But he did it with such force that it actually hurt a little. And when he found my entrance, he thrust in hard again, and the stinging was instantly back. He quickly found his rhythm and started moving back and forth. They were small, bunny thrusts. But the good thing was that it didn't hurt me too much.
The pain had mostly subsided; his cock had finally brought my wetness up from the inside, and when I looked at his face, his eyes were closed and he was beginning to moan. I remember taking that as a good sign. It must mean he was almost finished. And sure enough, a few moments later he grunted and thrust all the way inside me. He did it again with such force that I felt that pain again. But before I could fully grasp it, his cock began to thrash, and I felt his semen leave his body and enter mine.
He was panting heavily, and all I wanted to do was push him away and get dressed. If that's what sex meant, I didn't want it. But before I could do anything, he started kissing me, and I had to kiss him back. He must have sensed something was wrong because he broke the kiss and looked at me with a knowing smile.
"Don't worry, baby. After a few times, you'll get better too."
I nodded and forced myself to smile back. We got dressed quickly, and that was it. In the afternoon, I felt some of his semen leak out of me, and my mother looked at me questioningly when I announced,
to take a shower. During the shower, I thought back to it… to losing my virginity. To finally having sex for the first time. The beginning was awful, and I knew Ryan was a selfish guy, but not all guys could be.
And once he got going, it didn't feel so bad at all, so I recognized the potential. My only regret was that my first time was with him and not with someone I really meant something to.
– End of Part 1 –
