Tonight was going to be the night. In just a few hours, I would no longer be a virgin. The route my girlfriend and I had taken to get there, however, had been somewhat strange. Lets start a while back.
Her name is Kelly, and she's a beautiful girl. 5 foot 3, roughly 100 pounds. Her tits and ass aren't huge, but they fit her small frame well. She's always had long blonde hair, and that's what probably initially hooked me; I have a thing for blonds. We met during our first year of high school and started dating soon after that. When we started dating, all I'd ever done was kiss a girl, nothing else. The same goes for her, she'd never done anything but kiss before either. So we were both on level playing fields, both of us were curious about our bodies but there was little pressure because we were both new to everything. After about a month I got my first hand job. I remember being embarrassed when my dick erupted all over her. I didn't jack off much back then and it literally erupted everywhere. It was probably 2 weeks worth of buildup. It covered her arm, shirt, shorts, everything. But she just laughed it off. From there on out I was always comfortable trying anything with her.
After she made the first move I thought it was time to return the favor. High school girls were so uptight about doing anything with guys, in fear of being called a "slut." But now that she'd made the first move I thought it was time. I was over at her house and the mood seemed right so I went for it. I slowly moved my hand down her stomach as we made out but once I reached her shorts she grabbed my hand and stopped me. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that nothing was wrong, but that she wasn't ready yet. I thought it was a bit strange but decided to give her space. As the months wore on I would occasionally ask her if the time was right.... It never was.
We reached the 6 month point in our relationship and I'd still made no progress. I'd even talked to her best friend to ask if she had any reason why she wouldn't let me do anything to her. She told me that she cared about me a lot, but she just wasn't ready to go that far with a boy yet. We were, after all, still young high school kids, so I decided to leave it at that.
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