Josh and I had been friends for a while. The day we met, he kept trying to kiss me and grab my ass. The usual perverted stuff that continued with me thinking he was ‘joking’ because I was too self conscious to notice otherwise.

When we started talking about sex, it was because there had been a sex scene in the movie we’d been watching. It appeared totally innocent.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” he asked.

I giggled. “Of course. Why would you ask that?”

“Well, I just figured...you’re a virgin...”

“Well, you don’t need another person to have an orgasm. I thought you knew that.”

“I do,” he replied. “I just wasn’t sure. Does anything weird happen when you cum?”

“What do you mean?” I was confused. Was he asking if I squirt or something?

“My girlfriend said she goes blind sometimes after an orgasm when I’ve been going down on her. Has that ever happened to you?”

I shook my head and sat up more. “The weirdest thing that happens when I cum is the muscles in my pussy kinda...tense. They kinda contract and release faster than I can do manually.”

I thought for a second. “I get really wet when I cum, too. Like, a circle, maybe two feet around my pussy, when I cum.”

“That’s really hot,” he said. He must have been joking. Why would he be attracted to me? “Has a girl every given you an orgasm?” he wondered.

“No!” I was annoyed. Did he not listen to me? “I said I was a virgin, remember?”

He took my hand and held it by him. I was surprised not only that his cock was hard, but it made my pussy clench to know why. I’d never thought about him that way, but knowing he thought I was hot aroused me. My anger melted away and was met with arousal of the same calibre.

“You know, I can feel that,” I said with that cute girly laugh that I retain to this day, years later.

“Feel what?” he asked, completely aware but trying to embarrass me.

“This!” I grabbed his crotch, hoping to hurt him a little – enough to make a joke, but not enough to leave lasting pain. Instead of pushing me away, he sighed and moaned, “More...”

I gasped and jumped back. He whimpered because I’d let go, but quickly regained his composure. He sat up and came close, putting a knee between my legs to subtly tease me.

“Your pussy’s so wet...” This was true. With his knee pressed against my crotch, I could feel my underwear sticking uncomfortably.

“Let me give you an orgasm,” he continued, whispering on my ear. The feeling made my hip spasm and I jerked, flooding a little again. “I wanna go down on you.”

I shook my head and wriggled out of his grasp, embarrassed. Somehow, he pinned me down and was straddling me.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to!” I protested, praying secretly he’d ignore me and bury his face between my thighs.

He smiled a smile of mischief in his eyes and kissed me. Just once, before saying, “Hey, it’s okay to be scared.”

I prayed for him to move down, but he just stayed and kissed me more, while I lay there, kissing him back but my whole body turned stiff out of anxiety.

His kisses were wetter than my ex’s was but I didn’t know if it was because he was a boy or because his mouth is just wetter than hers.

It took a few minutes to get used to kissing, especially kissing a boy, but when I relaxed, I reached up to hold him as we made out.

I reached under his shirt to touch his back and he ground into me, growling a little.

He licked my tongue lightly when I pushed it to our lips, and I groaned, my whole body spasming. Nobody had ever licked me before!

His hands worked their way from my shoulders to stroke my belly.

I noticed I had constantly been shaking since the start, all my muscles felt tight, something that still happens when I get aroused.

He moved his hands under my shirt to my chest, to touch between my breasts. He touched my nipples through the fabric of my bra and he stared at me for permission to go under. I nodded.