Sex, Lies and All the Wrong Guys

"Trust me girl, he's not the type you want to get involved with!".  

These are the words that got my curiosity out of it's box and running. He, the boy I "didn't want to get involved with", had a beautifully built 5' 6" frame, brilliant blue eyes, semi tan skin, short shaggy blond hair, and a smile to die for.

Here I was, 14 years young and in a hurry to learn it all. My friends youth group was having an outreach sleepover, he was their drummer, and this is where our story begins.

I took one look at him and knew I had to have him. He was 17, one of the hottest boys I'd ever seen and all I wanted to do was tear my clothes off and make him take me right there, but that had to wait because we were about to pray for our meal. I stared at him and to my relief, he stared right back, looking my 5 foot 130 pound mocha brown body up and down. I mean he was practically eye fucking me over dinner, and boy did it feel good. We finished eating and started getting ready for bed, laying out our sleeping bags strategically near each others, although the rule was boys on one side girls on the other.

McHottie the drummer and I sat in our own little area and flirted ferociously together for most of the night and finally decided we were gonna go out side and take a little stroll under the moon. Now as naive as I was, I really thought we'd be walking! We talked about quite a few things including my virginity, which I told him I still had. He stared deep into my eyes and then began slowly kissing me, ever so gently on the lips and then moving down my face and on to my neck. He started slowly, kiss kiss, breathe, his breath warm on my neck, sending shivers down my body. His hands found the bottom of my shirt pretty quickly, and he slid his hands up the side of my body, softly caressing my curves. Our kissing intensified as he pulled the top of my bra down and began to rub my nipples. He passionately kissed down my neck, gradually working his way down to my breasts. He carefully laid me down on the platform we'd found in the yard, secluded by a semi wall. As he licked back and forth on my nipples, I moaned softly and wrapped my legs around his muscular body, locking my feet together and pulling him on to me. He began to suck my left nipple very gently, and I moaned some more, a little louder this time, feeling myself getting aroused. Suddenly I felt two of his slender fingers slide into me, and I couldn't help it, I gasped. He began to move his fingers in and out, while kissing my breasts, giving them both an equal amount of attention. I moaned even louder, I wanted him so bad, to be in me.  

All of a sudden, there was someone in the parking lot yelling, "breakfast!". Trying to gather all of us delinquents. We simultaneously sighed, both knowing that we needed to show face for breakfast. With that, he pulled his fingers out, kissed my lips a few more times and then offered a hand in picking me up. I sighed again, out of sexual frustration, straightened my bra, pulled my hair back into a lazy pony tail, and extended my hand allowing him to pull me up.

That night, he became serious boyfriend #1, Rick. My blue eyed, skating, tattooed, gorgeous drummer boy; was indeed just that, mine.