I lost my virginity at 15. To a college kid working a summe..
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I lost my virginity at 15. To a college kid working a summer job at a Walden Books in the local mall. I was a complete bookworm dork in love with reading, and while I rarely had any money to spend on them, I spent virtually every day of my summer break between my 8th grade and freshman year at Walden Books browsing the shelves for interesting things that I might also be able to borrow from the local library. I loved everything there was about the store, but nothing more than the way that it smelled.
Todd had caught me in a remote corner of the store reading a ‘coming of age’ book by Judy Blume a few weeks beforehand, and I remember being absolutely mortified. It was only the second week of summer break, and I irrationally thought that he was either going to kick me out or call my parents. Fortunately, he did neither. To the contrary, he told me to stop by on Wednesday morning (the slowest time of the week) and he could should show me some other stuff that I might be interested in. I was dumbfounded. I’d obviously noticed him working the register. He was gorgeous, with a tall lean muscular frame. For some reason I remember assuming he was a swimmer. He seemed soooo much older that I couldn’t even conceive of the fact that he might be interested in me sexually. I just assumed that he shared my intellectual curiosity and had decided to help mentor me.
I stopped by the store around 10am the following Wednesday. He was the only employee in the store that day, and he invited me behind the counter. I couldn’t believe that I’d been allowed into such a privileged and restricted space, and I felt so special just standing next to him behind the counter. For the next 20 minutes we flipped through a paperback copy of the Joy of Sex. I’d seen the spine of this book a thousand times during the countless hours I’d spent in the store but, despite my aching curiosity, had never once remotely came close to having the nerve to pull it from the shelf. I’ll never forget feeling the wetness in my panties as I rode my bike back to my trailer park that afternoon. I ran to my bedroom and immediately touched myself to orgasm. I would stop at the store to hang out and chat with Todd virtually every day afterward, sometimes closer to closing.
It wasn’t until about the fourth day into our blossoming friendship that he asked me how old I was. I’d lied and told him I’d just turned 17 the month before, when in fact I was a little over two weeks away from my 15th birthday. In retrospect, there’s no possible way that he could’ve believed that I’d be going into my junior year of high school in the fall, but he never once called me out on my blatant lie.
Then came the Fourth of July weekend.
Todd was scheduled to close the store on Friday, July 3rd, (again, all by himself) and I’d stopped in around 8pm to hang out with him. By the time closing rolled around at 10, there hadn’t been an actual customer in the store for over an hour. He said he needed to fill out some closing papers back in the office and asked if I wanted to come back with him while he took care of it. He laughingly said he’d also give me a quick tour of the stock room to make it worth my while. I readily agreed to go back with him, and then watched on as he pulled some display tables back into the store and lowered the security gate to lock it.
His invitation had all seemed so innocent to me at the time. Never in a million years would I have believed that I’d be losing the petals of my most precious flower to this sexy college guy in a matter of about 10 minutes.
By the time I was 15, I knew that guys my age found me cute. At least cute enough to stop by my trailer for the periodic hand job or two. But a sexy college guy!? Never in my wildest dreams. So when Todd invited me back to the office, I naively assumed that the invitation had been extended because he thought I was a big enough dork to actually be interested in seeing it. Which, in fact, was absolutely true. Little did I know he had designs on the virgin territory located within the borders of my little cotton panties.
The split second that the door to the office closed behind us, Todd pulled me into his tall, lean body and began to kiss me. I was simultaneously filled with equal parts shock and elation, and I offered up not one ounce of resistance. In my head, I quickly began to suspect that Todd might not be content with just a little kissing. The lingering thought left me feeling at unease, but I quickly resigned that I would eagerly give this sexy boy the greatest hand job of his life and that would be that. I was confident that I was in complete control, and once I was finished pleasuring him, I would rush home on my bike to feverishly masturbate myself under my blanket with my still hopefully cum-covered fingers. So with all of that decided inside of my head, I simply melted into Todd’s arms and allowed him to set the course for the timing of his hand job.
But within a mere matter of seconds, Todd audiblized his own course by slipping his experienced hand up under my dress and into my panties. Before I could pull my mouth from his to protest this unconsented invasion, the tip of his middle finger pressed itself between my folds in search of my natural lubricant before ever so gently gliding itself across the surface of my y0ung and highly aroused clitoris. The sensation was unlike anything I’d heretofore been able to achieve with my own slender fingers, and I was immediately left adrift on a tiny dingy in a raging hormonal sea of desire.
Instantly bereft of all reason, and my plan to end the evening with a virtuoso hand job in shambles, Todd quickly seized on his opportunity. His expert fingers continued their dance, taking me ever so closer to a cataclysmic orgasm of my own. And then, just as I sat perched on its precipice, Todd abruptly stopped and removed his hand from the intimate confines of my soaked underpants. I psychically screamed out in agony. “Noooooooo!!!!!” How could he stop and leave me hanging in such an aching grip of desire?!?!
Desperately hoping for some sort of release, I submitted to Todd’s will completely, allowing him to reposition me so that I was now facing his desk, at which point he gently bent me forward. I felt the cool air-conditioned air of the office on my bottom as he swiftly raised my dress above my hips and lowered my panties to about mid-thigh.
I remember feeling so completely and embarrassingly exposed. I knew that Todd could see both my vagina and my little pink asshole from the angle he had, and I felt completely ashamed for allowing him such an unabashed view of my privates. But I also knew that what this experienced college stud had in store for me was exactly what I needed to restore myself to equilibrium. So, still in denial of his ultimate intentions, I awaited for what would certainly be nothing more than the continued probing of his expert fingertips. And I remember thinking how much I couldn’t wait to return the favor.
Such was my abject dellerium that I have absolutely no recollection of hearing the fly of his khakis. All I recall at that point is experiencing an odd sense of curiosity as he guided the tip of his erection up and down my slit to gather sufficient lubricant to drive it into me.
At which point he did, sending my y0ung body immediately into the throes of perhaps the single greatest orgasm of my life.
When I returned to my senses, I knew that my virginity was gone, and I felt absolutely no regret. Todd had taken it, and little did he know that he he would always hold a special place in my heart as a result.
Fortunately, he also had the common sense to pull out of my fertiIe, yet legally underaged pussy. He shot what I suspected was an extremely huge load, coating my bottom and lower back in the process. Both of us spent, there was no awkwardness at all that I can recall in the aftermath. Not even attempting to clean myself, I kissed him goodbye, told him I’d be back tomorrow, and hurried to my bike.
I didn’t even have my driver’s license yet, but feeling Todd’s semen dripping into the crack of my bottom on the ride home made me feel like a woman for the very first time in my life.
Once I’d returned to the safe confines of my bedroom, I quickly scurried from my dress and used the wettest areas to touch myself to another mind blowing orgasm before drifting off to sleep naked.
The fireworks that my parents would be taking me to the very next night wouldn’t hold a candle to the ones that Todd had given me.
