Gulya P.   view profile 

My best orgasm so far I had last summer, with Igor, the guy I was dating then secretly from Lesha ? my boyfriend. Igor is a sailor, in the sea now, fishing somewhere in the Pacific. He is married, but they do not seem to get along well with his wife. First time we had met 2 years ado, dated for 3 months, then parted. Last May he found me again.

I refused to see him at first ? since I consider myself almost married - then gave in, we met secretly, and everything came back.
It was so hot that day outside, must be over 30 C. We were lying naked across the bed with Igor, feet to head, just having finished making love, fan blowing hot air around. Igor was looking me between the legs and caressing my pussy lazily. We spoke of something, not even sex, just about life, about how we met for the first time, so on.
He was fingering the petals of my bud slowly, I lay back, feeling desire arousing in me again, like sticky moisture.
His fingers were all wet too and made squelchy sounds. He was so carried away by the conversation that did not even notice that I was almost squirting at his hand.

I was no longer able to concentrate on the conversation. My eyes rolled and I began fidgeting on the bed sheet. Igor noticed that my pussy lips became swollen. When he pressed his finger to my clit, I arched. I was already at the no-return pre-orgasm stage, it was rising inside me as Igor went on stroking me down there.
Then Igor pressed his face between my legs and began kissing me greedily, licking my juices, at the same time caressing my breasts with his hands. Then he lay on top of me, on my belly and kissed me on the lips, I tasted and smelled my own flavor on his lips. His hard cock slid inside me already and hit at the far wall deep inside me. His hands riveted mine to the bed, and my thighs rose and fell on their own in unison with Igor?s thrusts. Our breath and lips merged and parted.
I tried to look at his face stealthily, curious to see his expression. He seemed to be eager to reach as deep as possible inside me. My legs were spread wide, his pubis rubbed against my clit, and that turned me on big time.

Mila S.   view profile 

Constant desire for sex came to me rather early ? at school. It was because of the guy from our class, I fell in love with. The boy paid no attention to me (he did not pay much attention to girls in general), but I suffered a lot?

I was trying hard to win his attention, called on the phone him every day (supposedly, to ask about the home task), even unambiguously played a few love tunes for him on the piano (what a fool :-)). Hopeless. The guy understood nothing, or refused to.
I pined away? At night my anguish began. He came to me in my fantasies, he was mine? He would undress and lay down by my side, we embraced, caressed each other? I was driving myself sick with sexual arousal and lassitude, could not fall asleep, tossing and turning and suffering. But could not help myself ? just did not know how (I even could not imagine that there were ways to).
Mother saved me (an awful family secret is about to be revealed). She knew about my affection and, judging by the way I behaved, must have guessed the nature of my torment. One night she came into my room to catch me right in the middle of my suffering.

?What is the matter with you?? ? she asked concerned. Then added with a smile: ?Are you thinking of him?? I said ?My belly aches? (what was almost true :-)). She turned the night lamp on, and set on the bed by my side. Said: ?Sleep now and think of him?. And began stroking my belly.
Gradually, her hand descended lower and soon I realized that it was not already my belly that she massaged? The sensation was fantastic. As if everything that tormented me, being dissolved in the whole of my body now gathered in one place suddenly and the feeling in that spot was in total possession and control of the skillful and dexterous fingers.
My arousal and sexual feeling did not go away, they were transformed into a different sensation, some sort of sweet contentment. The kind that did not make me feel like tossing and turning in bed, but lie back, relax and drown in it. It did not come ?out of nowhere? and on its own, but from a very particular spot on the body and it could be control by the movement of fingers.

Mila S.   view profile 

I want to say that early masturbation has two sides to it. The positive one being that it gives you opportunity to control your emotions and allows to avoid a lot of stupid things at an early age.

I observed that those girls that sniffed scornfully at the word ?masturbation? and declared that they ?despise wankers?, would start their sex life the earliest and had a lot of problems: pregnancy, abortion, erosion, infections, etc.
Those who tended to shut up about it, began their sex life later and were, as a rule, more successful. It this case you do not have the ?hormonal pressure? and can afford being more reasonable and fastidious in your choice of a partner.
But there is a negative side to it as well. For those who got used to sexual sensations that masturbation gives (and, maybe even managed to have an orgasm), first sex with a partner and defloration can become a serious shock. That was my case, anyway.
I expected a lot from the first sex. I thought that if I was easily able to get such a pleasure myself, ?real? sex must be, at least, several times more pleasant.

My first guy was three years older than myself. He was an Adonis, I am not ugly either. Ours was a true love and everything that should be, was there ? romance, dating, flowers, moon walks? maybe that was what kept me with him after the ill-starred ?first time?.
No, the arrangements he made were just great. He organized everything at his place. Parents at the dacha, relaxing atmosphere, music, hugs with gradual undressing? I stretched my arms towards him ready to drown in the ocean of unknown bliss. It began? I got ready and opened up? He overhung above me? I felt him searching for the entry (missing all the time), tried to move my body up to him, so that he was more comfortable?
I was ready to feel the first pain, but considered it to be the inevitable fee for the pleasure I was about to feel later. But instead a huge stake was driven inside me in ferocious thrusts.

The pain that pierced me was not going to stop, say nothing of turning into a pleasure. Instead I was impaled on a stake that rubbed inside me, seemingly determined to tear all my insides apart. I did not think of any pleasure whatsoever, with one thought on my mind ? to survive to the end of it. I was able to feel joy only after that finally ended.
However, my boyfriend was proud and happy. I was his first virgin. Probably if I had not expected anything special, it would have been easier for me to accept everything the right way and got used to ?normal sex? soon. Instead, after that I was only thinking of a comely excuse to skip ?fulfilling my duty?.
If my first guy had at least some experience with girls and paid more attention to the foreplay, probably we would still be together. But he was only able to please himself?

Mila S.   view profile 

That unlucky first time must be the reason we eventually parted. Despite the fact that from the outside our relationships looked great, there appeared to be a crack in them that began to grow. Yes, outside everything looked romantic ? dating, kisses, flowers. But there was also bed now that I had to do as a punishment.

He could not nither did not want to learn anything. He thought his 1-2 minutes long penetration was making us both happy. He never really asked if I felt good. He must have been confident it could not be any better. Although there was no such pain as the first time, I was very apprehensive nevertheless (that feeling was associated with him now). And ? yet another disappointment every time.
From time to time he would mention us getting married, and that seemed pretty absurd to me. Subscribe to this for the rest of my life??? No, sorry, thank you very much. So, although everyone around (including him) considered us an ideal couple, I felt different. More and more I felt like getting rid of him. Only some sort of a habit kept me from putting an end to those relationships.

In this kind of mood I came to my friend?s birthday once. Normally at that sort of occasions young men had never gone after me: they were friends mostly, and everybody knew that I was attached.
But that time there were a lot of guys that I did not know ? my friend?s classmates. So, one of them, sitting across the table clearly took interest in me? I liked him too. He was not the most handsome, but, probably, the most charming. And? there was some kind of manly sexuality about him, if I can say so?
That is another topic, actually. There are very handsome men, you cannot take your eyes off them, but that is all. You do not feel like more. And there are men, who have nothing special in their appearance, but they radiate some sort of magnetism? So that something starts to bounce inside you, makes you laugh and coquette?

So it happened that pretty soon we were exchanging glances, smiled to each other, clinked glasses? Then we smoked in the kitchen, danced a slow dance? I liked him more and more.
Honestly speaking, I was already in a mood for flirting, just to brighten up the grey routine of my ?love?. So that guy offered to see me home after the party? and I felt so nice walking next to him along the streets in the warm June night after the rain?
Our hands met, I did not feel like going home at all? I did not tell him where to go, neither did he ask. :-) So we just roamed along the streets of the city and began kissing in an hour. First we just felt very good together, then passion began to grow?
Soon we began to stop for long in every dark corner. And the trajectory of our movements inevitably led not to my house, but to the park that was famous among all lovers for its wild bushes. :-)

There, in those wet bushes, at dawn, the miracle happened. Aroused by many hours of caresses and kisses, I was ready to allow him everything, but was pleasantly surprised when his hand first thing slid under my skirt and began caressing me tenderly and skillfully just exactly where it was needed. He was doing it very skillfully indeed (I wonder where he learned that? :-)) After a minute of hesitation I relaxed and opened myself to him completely ? and was rewarded big time. :-)
His fingers were doing exactly what I loved so much, sensitively responded to my every move. It seemed he was playing a wonderful tune as if my body was an instrument.
At some point he put my hand on his pants, inviting me to take part in the game. I undid his pants eagerly, in spite of the fact that I had never favored the object that was inside, to put it mildly. But that time I was really happy to play my tune with his ?flute?. :-)

Surprisingly, after I ?familiarized? myself with the object I was no longer afraid of it. And my partner continued his skillful and persistent caresses at the right spot that brought me to the state when I wanted a closer contact myself.
Soon his strong arms turned me around. He entered me from behind, while continuing to caress my clit with one hand, while another stroke my belly. And that penetration turned out to be so sweet! Maybe not as sweet as his prior caress, but I really enjoyed it for the first time!
It was a very delicate and sweet penetration? How shell I put it? It was as if he wanted to ?settle? it inside me delicately, not ?stick it in? in a loutish way.
That was the difference. A significant one. When a guest asks to get in politely, why not let him? And if he is pleasant, why not welcome him and be nice with him?

Those comparisons came to my mind later. At that time for the first time in my life I was trying to do my best to ?welcome? and ?be nice? to ?my guest? with my inexperienced counter movements:-)?
Somebody might think it cheating. In any case a lot of friends could not understand why our ?ideal couple? broke up. But for me that cheating at the dawn in the wet bushes in the city park meant a different thing. I got my ?voucher to sex?, if I can say so. :-)

Lyuba S.   view profile 

I have been married for 4 years, we swing and I really love this lifestyle.
Let me tell about my first threesome here.
The day started as usual and very special at the same time. Each moment settled in my memory. I remember that first time with a smile on my face now and if I notice that somebody is watching me at that moment, I feel a bit awkward, as if I have just noticed that somebody has been watching me, sure you know what it feels like.

My body?s biological clock never let me down, as they did not that morning, when the first rays of sun sneaked into our room carefree and began to tickle my heels. My husband lay nearby and snuffled sweetly, snuggling up to me. I had to make an effort to break away from his embrace and do what everybody does in the morning ? stretch myself. Then I kissed my darling of course, meaning to tell him it was time to get up already. It was already 12 in the afternoon, and that proved the accuracy of my biological clock.

I had a little plan in my head already, but to fulfill it I needed to spur my sweetheart to activity, he is so slow on the uptake at times. And I wanted to do a lot ? go to a swimming pool, relax in Jacuzzi and warm up in sauna, I could not even imagine what that ordinary trip to a swimming pool will turn out to be.
- Wake up my kitten. It is noon already! I will fix breakfast while you? ok, you can stay in bed I guess, I am going to take a shower. He is such a sleepyhead!
I could never deprive myself of a joy of taking a shower, actually, I never deprive myself of pleasures in general. :) I threw off my panties and T-shirt and stepped into the shower. Tiny spurts of water cooled my body and I felt chilly from head to toes. I love my body, love my velvet skin, my tattoos, love my hair, my tight peach-like butt, I love my soft belly and of course my breasts (same as my kitten actually, he is crazy about breasts), like two apples with nipples sensitive to touch. I began stroking my neck, moved down to breasts, dwelled on a bead-like nipple, felt like squeezing. Following the streams of water my hand got past my waist and rested on my thighs, fingers found their own way to the secret spot between my legs, the little cleanly shaved chink between my thighs.
Having spread my pussy lips slightly, I felt the clit with my finger and rubbed it lightly. Something inside immediately responded with sweet warmth and crazy fantasies began to spin in my head, but I stopped there, decided to put it aside for later. Having done with washing quickly, I rapped myself in a soft towel and went to wake my beloved up according to the weekend rites.

Roxanna B.   view profile 

I think my situation is not quite usual. Everything you ask about happened in my life very fast, literary in a month. So I will combine it in one story, you decide where to put it.
I did not have any sexual feelings until 22. It is hard to believe in it, but that is the way it was. I am trying to remember at least anything now, but in vain. Kill me, I cannot.

I had always been interested in other things. At school I studied, went in for sports, read a lot. At the university ? studies again, social life, sport, camping. All the sexual side of life pasted me by, although I was aware of its existence. But I just did not care. Not interested and that was it. There were things I thought more important and they interested me more.
However, at school and later at the university, I was considered to be a pretty girl. And not a ?blue stocking? at all. I was a soul of any company, participated in all parties. I had tons of proposals form young men, but since childhood, I tended to divert relations with the opposite sex into pure friendship channel. It happened with me very naturally so nobody was offended. On the contrary, many valued my friendship.

I felt myself absolutely comfortable in life. As far as sex went, I knew all the theoretical aspects very well ? from books and movies. I enjoyed reading sex oriented gutter press ? but I found it rather funny or curious. I needed that to know all the technical aspects and to build my relationships with others correctly.
Say, I was always able to tell a dirty story in an appropriate situation, or a scabrous joke, and did not sound na?ve or out of context. Or, when I knew that I was going to a place, where I could get in a risky situation, I always put a hygienic pad in my panties, pained with red nail polish. When young men became aggressive, I allowed the situation to develop until the bed stage, showing my eagerness, and when the proper moment arrived I demonstrated the pad, pretending to be very unhappy about it.
That was where it ended. Guys never tried to go beyond that point. Probably, it was not so much sex that they wanted, but rather a satisfaction from realization that they had won me over. I.e. they got to the point when ?she was ready to ?give it to me?, but the circumstances did not permit?? That was fine with me. Who cares? Let them think whatever they prefer to.

Alexandra S.   view profile 

Doping scandals happen in professional sport all the time, you know. I remember an occasion from my own sports history, connected with doping. It has always been my secret, but now I feel like talking about it.

I was a very promising runner as a girl. I seriously went in for sports, went to a sports school, had a grade, won area and city contest, was third on the regional. Zonals were ahead, I wanted to gain a good place, so that I could go to all-Russia.
I trained a lot, the coach spend up to 3 hours with me alone, almost every day. But results were not that great. Anyway, coach kept saying that I did not have much to do at the zonals with results like those, might as well not go there at all. He was unhappy with me all the time.

One day, at the individual session he had a serious conversation with me. Very carefully he suggested that I had no hope without stimulators. I had already heard about doping: girls in the changing room kept talking about steroids, hormones, etc all the time.
Basically, we understood that there would be no result without it ? everybody takes something, what matters is that you do not get caught. We were given some pills as well, they said those were vitamins, but had always thought they were stimulators.
So, I listened to the coach attentively, and even popped up a few suggestions on my own. Encouraged by my response, he became more open. Straightforwardly, he said that he could have given me something, but was afraid that the doping test will be too strict on the zonals and there could be a big scandal. Basically, he said, I had not a chance. I was very upset and even started to cry.
He began consoling me, hesitated for a while, then said that there was a way, but it was absolute secret. He asked me if I could keep a secret.

Dilyara R.   view profile 

A year ago I cheated on my boyfriend for the first time. Our relationships were just great, and I enjoyed sex with my boyfriend a lot. We have already been living together and had plans of getting married in the future (and still do).

I have never even thought of cheating, although men did pay attention to me ? I look exotic, did not I :) I liked it, but no more than that. I had an inner bias against cheating. I thought (and always said so) that even if one happened to fall in love it did not justify cheating. You just have to give it time and forget.
It happened that there appeared a new guy at work, almost as young as I was. Immediately he began taking interests in me. His interest was not obtrusive, but very clear, nevertheless, and besides, I felt, it was sincere. And since we worked in the same office, I felt his attention everyday.

Soon we became close ? as friends. He became a person I shared all my problems with, both work and home ones, he was always able to listen sympathetically and cheer me up.
My new friend honestly helped me figure out men?s psychology, gave advice and comforted me. I was happy to have him as a friend, I grew to need him. When I had fights with my boyfriend at home, I was happy to go to work to share everything with this understanding person, ?to cry on his shoulder?.
However, my friend made me understand that he was not quite content with the role of a ?crying shoulder?. He was not in love with me and did not speak of feelings. On several occasions he let me know clearly that he wanted me as a woman. I saw his desire in his eyes and his words were rather straightforward.
I must say that that impressed me too, gave a kind of sexual impulses at times. When somebody sincerely and constantly wants you that much, you begin to feel your special value, become sort of proud of yourself. Willy-nilly, thought of ?what if?? kind comes to your mind.
A very abstract thoughts, because I always perceived myself as a ?faithful girlfriend? ? almost a wife. Many times I tried to orient him in the right direction, I said that our friendship was more precious than any other relationships, said I would never be able to cheat on my boyfriend ? that he should not even dream about it. He understood everything, did not insist, but I saw that he was desperate. A mixture of desire and despair ? this was what I saw in his eyes. I felt like doing something nice to him, if not what he dreamt of, but at least something?

So once, at a corporate party, when everybody was a bit drunk already, I gave in to feelings and I had an idea to kiss him. Just to kiss, in front of everybody, with a good excuse. Amidst celebration and happy mood, my suggestion to drink ?Bruderschaft? was most welcome.
Honestly speaking, I was proud of my kissing skills and even wanted to embarrass him a little bit with them. So, we stood up, drank and? I do not think I can explain it? It was more than a kiss. I have never experienced anything like that in my life. All my girlie?s attempts to kiss were stopped straight away. Confidently and decisively he took control of my lips and mouth, and in a few seconds his tongue entered me strongly and sensuously?
No adjectives can describe that kiss. For a second I even must have passed out. He entered me with such passion that suddenly I perceived his tongue as a man?s essence and my lips as female?s.
He was entering me, filling me up, caressing, teasing, stimulating. He was basically fucking me with his kiss in front of everybody watching! In a very short time he nearly brought me to orgasm, and there was nothing I could do about it ? I surrendered myself to him helplessly. That was a real sex, sex through a kiss (if one may say so). I am not sure how long it lasted. But when it ended, the whole room was in dead silence ? everybody was looking at us?
After that occasion I began to see many things differently. I still had my inner taboos, but they became more formal. I had a feeling that with such a kiss, I have cheated on my boyfriend already, so fidelity did not make much sense anymore. However, I tried to maintain our relationships within the same frameworks for a while.
But the memories of that kiss lived, I felt like experiencing it again very much. After a month I gave up and kissed him again, when we were alone in the room. And again, he did not disappoint me!

After that there was a period of madness. Passion he evoked in me fought with the sense of duty, so our relationships developed in small steps. But now I provoked him myself to do things I never thought of before.
We stayed everyday in the office after hours. Hot kisses, open conversations about sex? Once, we began talking about the beauty of female breasts, and I boasted mine (knowing very well, what was about to follow). Naturally, he suggested I show them. Just a little time earlier I could not even have thought about it, but then I undid my bra boldly and lifted my blouse? In a second he was already kissing my breasts and did it so skillfully that I melted like a shaking jelly?
A week or so passed in crazy caress. Even the serious risk did not stop us (somebody could always come in and see us!). Overwhelmed with desire we continued doing it everyday anyway, carefully listening to the sounds coming from the corridor. Moreover, I am embarrassed to say, but I was the first to ?offer him myself? ? so much I wanted it.
Just the remainders of my honesty and duty kept me from the last step. ?On top? I now allowed him everything, but did not let him ?down there?, even began wearing jeans to work. As an ostrich I buried my head in the send trying to convince myself that ?on top? ? is not yet cheating. Because the was no physical cheating (sex, or him penetrating me).
But soon came the day, when I, driven to the state of frenzy with his kisses and caresses, lost all control and let the quick movement of his hand through, under the belt of my jeans. I came to my senses only when he took me in his hand proprietary, like an owner - down there!

For half a minute I stood petrified with my treasure obediently put in the hand on the Master. And understood that that was it ? I had no more moral ground to consider myself a ?faithful girlfriend?. And when he offered me to meet ?on the neutral ground? one more time ? I went. I made the last desperate attempt to ?save my face? ? I undressed myself in front of him, lay down and invited him into the bed (as if it was my own decision).
But the truth was different. He seduced me, and I, despite my principles and understanding of honesty, gave in. The reason was pretty banal ? sex. But how sweet it was ? sex with him! That was the reason.
If, at some stage, he appeared to be worse than my boyfriend, I would have stopped all my experiments right there. But, starting from that historical kiss, he proved to be better! Much better, I should say. So much better, that I, having tasted the pleasure, gave him the pass to the next stage myself. And over and over again he was able to impress me, surprise, astound and stagger, make me want him ? despite my principles.
I do not feel sorry about it. We stayed lovers for a couple of months only. With him I discovered all sides of female sexuality in its most extraordinary and even strange manifestations. I experienced the satisfaction of a proud beauty queen, catching a look of admiration, and the joy of a lusty slut, licking the boots of my Master pitifully begging to be fucked.
We parted about three month ago due to circumstances beyond our control, I do not want to go into details here, but it was a tragedy for both of us. My official boyfriend never knew about anything. I am ?a faithful girlfriend? again now.

That affair is now a thing of the past, and is the only one I had. I do not blame myself, I would not blame my boyfriend either, saying that he did not pay enough attention to me, as women like to put it.
I think of what happened differently ? just my real Master came, the one given me from above, and took me.
I will remember him forever. He is far away now, but he is always close to me, in my heart, closer than anybody else. I think he will always stay there.

Ira K.   view profile 

My current boyfriend thinks I have never cheated on him. When I say, laughing, that I have and still do, he does not believe it, thinks it a joke. But I tell him the truth. I never lie.
Do not think me being a slut of a sort. Just a regular young woman, like anyone else. With my own merits and drawbacks. And the fact that I cannot refuse a man I like? do not think it is a drawback, actually.

When a guy wants you, it is easy to see. Romochka, my current lover, began paying special attention to me almost immediately after we had met. It was hard not to notice, and once noticed, not to understand.
I noticed, understood and allowed his further addresses. Well, no point lying, I liked his height, his shiny eyes, his intelligent, seductive conversation. He had always been able - and still is - to make small sweet complements. He is not stingy either, and does not save on gifts.
Having started with a siege, he soon began to attack the fortress. We kissed already and his tender hand roamed under my bra on more than a single occasion. I felt his desire reaching the boiling point. From the height of my experience, I understood, that if I had not given in then, my dear Roman Konstantinovich would burn out, become disappointed in me and I would, god forbid, loose him. That was not at all what I wanted.

Despite all of the hustles and bustles of modern life, I am still a sucker for fine arts and museums that are plenty in our city. Once I invited Romochka to go see some exhibition in the Russian museum after work. Neither my boyfriend, nor his wife cared about the exhibition. Since we both were ?friends of the family? there was nothing extraordinary in our going together. On a friendly basis, so to say.
In the museum I saw clearly that Romochka?s patience was about to be exhausted ? clearly he was ready to take our friendly relationships to the new qualitative level in any cozy corner.
I wanted him a lot myself too. When he held me in his arms, his body was burning me through the clothes. Also, I must confess, teasing him was so pleasant. I must be quite a stinker myself, I must admit.
So, that evening we kissed wherever we could. And wherever we could not as well. When we got out of the museum, it was already dark. And rather cool, already early autumn time. When Romochka put his jacket on me, I felt him shivering. And not from the cold for sure.
I felt pity for him. And for myself as well. Because I was 100% sure if I did not satisfy him than, our relationships would degrade slowly into banal friendship, that resembles cold sweet tea.
There was a little public garden in from of the museum, with a statue of Pushkin in the middle. Cars drove round the square, Grand hotel on the other side. There were little paths in the garden. Despite it getting dark there were quite a bunch of American tourist babushkas around?

Stacia T.   view profile 

I lost my virginity after the school exams. We had a lot of fun: drank wine, vodka and beer and danced. There were a lot of guys from our class, as well as from other classes, friends of friends, etc. So, we went out with one guy ? Sergey ? to see a friend of his.

Andrei, that was the name of the guy we visited, suggested we smoked some pot. I had never taken any drugs before, and if I had been in a sober state, I would have refused no doubt. But since we had all been pretty drunk by then, brakes were gone, so I agreed.
Andrei made a joint and offered me to try it first, but I refused. Then he, having lit it up and making the first draw, handed it over to Sergey, who passed it to me then. Not having any experience, I must have smoked too much of it and lost control. Suddenly Sergey said he had to go home, got up and went to the corridor. I ran after him meaning to ask him to stay, but he had waved his hand already. Suddenly I felt sick and got back to Andrei?s room. When he saw that I was not feeling too hot, he helped me lay down on the bed, and went to the adjacent room himself. Shortly he came back, and having turned the VCR on, lay by my side. Soon I realized that he put some porn on. We watched it for a while, then when it got really dirty, I asked him to turn it off, and that was what he did. I do not know how long we lay on that bed for. Suddenly he kissed me and I responded. We began kissing, at first just touching each other?s lips, then he put his tongue in my mouth and we began to kiss ?seriously?. He stroked my legs, then decided to touch my breasts, I took his hands off, but he insisted. I did not have any sexual experience then yet (I was still a virgin), but on several occasions we had gone pretty far with my boyfriend, I had done him a few blowjobs already, so I felt myself confident enough. My panties were already wet with desire and I felt cramps in my thighs. My skirt was pulled up high and Andrei stroked me between the legs with his palm and I melted at his touch.