Reluctant Teen's First Time

I don't get why I felt so nervous. He was getting out of class in ten minutes and we were just going to Starbucks to study together, but I still felt like I would faint. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty. Pretty enough to enough to snag a timid, high school boyfriend named Marcus. But lately, I was attracting a little more attention.

Blessed with my mother's genes, my hips, breasts and backside swelled with each passing day of summer. Clothes shopping became a weekly necessity as I outgrew my dresses and shirts. I had just turned 19, and blossoming into a woman had its pro's and con's.

Three weeks into my first semester of community college, I found myself with butterflies in my stomach waiting for him. Not Marcus... Unfortunately for him. He was my next-door neighbor growing up, so dating him was starting to feel more like an obligation than something I wanted. I had stayed in town while he went off to Howard University on the other side of the country. Distance was starting to feel like a chore and I missed him. I hadn't told him that I was going to hang out with James because I knew that he'd get jealous.

He joined the army after high school making him a couple years older than me. Thinking about his golden blonde hair and bright green eyes, his funny stories... The first day of class he had come right up and sat down next to me, introducing himself and shaking my hand with a firmness that made my heart skip a beat.

We became friends, always chatting before and after class. But last week he asked for my number, and I jumped up and down when I got home with excitement. He's a good texter, which is a little weird for a guy but I loved it.

By the time I saw him walking out to the parking lot to meet me, he knew way more than he should have about me. Over the past week we talked about everything, from my crazy family to my relationship with my boyfriend.

So he suggested that we study together and hang out later. Since he knew I was in a relationship, I knew James wouldn't make a move on me. He seemed like a respectable guy so far. But I loved the attention. With Marcus being so distant I wanted to make more friends anyway.

The California sun was hot on my golden-brown skin as I stepped into the sun and toward the curb. Shielding my eyes as I looked to the rows of cars, I spotted him getting in his truck and pulling out of his parking spot. Slinging my backpack off my shoulder, I looked at my phone. Marcus hadn't texted me back in a couple of hours. Whatever. Stashing my phone in my backpack, I looked up and saw my reflection in the black car window.

Maybe I had overdone it for just a study session. Ditching the hoodie and jeans combo that made me famous in the worst way in high school, the white demonstrated the shape of my body. I'm tiny, about 5 feet tall. The black, frizzy curls I'm used to straightened flat with a bright shine, eyebrows shaped and makeup to tone down my teenage acne. My strapless dress showed off my shoulders and cleavage, but I kind of wished I had worn a bra now. I had recently grown into C cups but still had a petite frame.

"Hey Jackie!" James said as he opened his door and walked around the front of his truck. White v-neck shirt, blue jeans, nice shoes, and a confident stroll. A smile lit up his face and he walked toward me, reaching down to pick up my backpack. He wrapped one arm around me in a hug and the cologne wafting up from him made me almost faint again. With one arm he swung my backpack into the bed of his truck, setting it down gently.

Realizing I was staring at him with this stupid look on my face I stammered out a quick hello as he opened my door. The steps to get in the cab of his truck were too high for me to reach and I embarrassingly rocked back to the curb. As I reached up to grab the handle to pull myself up, I felt James' hands wrap around my waist and he lifted me into the cab about as effortlessly as he had my backpack.

"Oooh!" It came out as a squeak before I could stop it. I caught his smile as he closed the door and walked around the side.

Lifting himself into the driver's seat he buckled his seat belt and put the truck in drive. We pulled out of the parking lot and exchanged pleasantries until he asked me to open the glove compartment. I was too busy to notice that we weren't heading for Starbucks, but instead were driving up the hill past row after row of identical suburban houses. Pulling onto another street leading to a construction area, he pointed at a bag in the glove compartment and I handed it to him.

"The city looks really pretty from up here," he said as we pulled to a stop. "Plus figured we could hit this before we head to get coffee."

He pulled out a lighter and three cigarettes before stashing the bag under his seat.

"Shall we?" Damn that smile, he was so charming. We opened our doors and stepped out of the truck. I followed him as we walked to the edge of the hill and he took a seat with a full view of the city.

Ok so, there are a lot of things I hadn't done. Hadn't had sex yet, hadn't tried weed, had only been buzzed a few times drinking. But weed was not one I expected to cross off the list so soon!

I sat next to him as he placed one of the cigarettes in his mouth, bringing the lighter to life with a snap of his fingers. The flame caught the tip and he pulled a deep drag into his lungs. The smoke billowed out of his nose and mouth like a dragon. He extended the joint to me and I stammered a little but took it.

"Haha it's ok you don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said again with a smile.

"James, I'm hardcore. I smoke weed all the time." The cherry of the joint burned brightly as I took a hit, but I coughed it out immediately.

Coughing and coughing, I felt his hand rubbing my back. As I composed myself and wiped the tears out of my eyes I prayed that my makeup was still presentable.

We must have been there for hours talking, laughing, joking. We went through two joints before the sun started to set and the lights of the city came awoke. I was pretty stoned, and James had to take me by the hand to help me on my feet. Feeling so lifted and giggly, James half pulled and I half-fell into his arms as he led me back to his truck.

As we got to the passenger door laughing non-stop, he pulled me even closer by my shoulders. His eyes drifted down my cleavage as he pressed me against his truck door.

"He-he-hey mister," I slurred, drawing out the "r" in mister. I pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him back.

"I am a taken woman!"

"Oh? Not taken enough I bet." That smile again as he moved closer again.

I'd never felt this intensity and tension before. I grew up as religious as any black girl in America, but I didn't take it as seriously as Marcus did. We'd hold hands, made out a bit, but he never took it further than that. He said he wanted to wait for marriage, but in the back of my mind I wonder if he doesn't find me attractive at all. Or if he did, he was way too much of a wuss to admit it.

James on the other hand couldn't keep his eyes and hands off me... It was a total cliche.

The way his eyes held mine was so intimidating, especially because of how stoned I was.

"No, I'm serious! James, you can't you know I have a boyfriend! I'm a virgin!" I was super-hot for him don't get me wrong, but I didn't want to cheat on Marcus.

"Hahaha come on baby, I'm just teasing you," Slipping his hands down to my waist, when he pulled me into him this time it was with a force that made my blood run cold.

I fell into him like a rag doll, and he stepped forward to pin me against the door. Shit shit, the hair on the back of my neck started to rise. A tingle went down my spine as his face leaned into mine.

I couldn't look away as he took the back of my head in his hand. My eyes closed as his did instinctively and his lips pressed against mine. I was too scared to kiss back at first. The mood whiplash was fierce. One moment I felt as comfortable as I ever had with someone, the next I felt powerless and out of control.

He was bigger than me, stronger and taller. The tip of his tongue slipped into my mouth as my hands tried weakly to push him away. Caught between fear and arousal, his hands slid over my legs and around to squeeze my ass. His grab was so strong it pulled me off my feet, body pressing me against the truck.

For the first time I realized that we were alone and no one would hear us even if I wanted to scream.

But the truth is, I didn't want to. I could feel his intensity, his passion. He wanted me. One hand slid up the back of my dress and I felt him grab the hem and slip it up. I kissed him back. Confused and still very high, I wrapped one leg around him and pulled him into me.

I get his mouth turn upwards into a smile as his fingers found the back of my thong. As he rounded third base, I felt his fingers slip down to my pussy.

"Wow you're so wet!" His breath was hot on my face as I blushed.

Remembering my virtue and the fact that no one has ever touched me there before, I broke the trance and pushed him away again.

"No James I can't, this isn't right please! Be a gentleman..."

"Jackie, I am a gentleman! I'll go slow... inch by inch..."

He renewed his push against me, but this time he reached behind me to open the truck door. He swung the door open and bear hugged me, lifting me up to the seat of the cab. But instead of closing the door behind him, he stepped up to meet me.

Grabbing my face with his hands, he landed another kiss on my big, pouty lips. His hands slid behind my legs and he lifted them up, dropping me on my back. Pulling my thighs to his shoulders, in one move he closed the distance again. My dress rode up my legs exposing my red panties, my heels in the air.

His hands found the fabric of my dress again, but this time he tugged down and my tits fell free. Before I could even stop him his hands squeezed them, finger and thumb working my nipples. I felt his hand leave one of my breasts and I heard the click of his belt buckle and zip of his pants.

"Ohh baby you are soaking wet! I'm gonna slide in so easily!"

"Oh my god James no don't... I've never..."

But the shaking in my voice and the soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers toyed with my nipples were pretty unconvincing. He lifted himself on the step and aligned my body with his waist.

In one smooth move, he reached down to my panties and pulled them to the side. I looked down my body, powerless as he lined his thick, purple cock head with my tiny pussy.

I'll admit I was a little embarrassed that I hadn't gotten a bikini wax, but I also hadn't been expecting this. I was about to lose my virginity in a truck, not exactly my ideal situation anyway.

I didn't know what to expect, but he took my wrists in one hand and maneuvered his cock with the other. He touched my pussy again, his thumb rubbing small circles on my clit making me squirm. Twisting his wrist I felt him slide a finger in me curling it up in a come-here motion. All of the sudden his finger was gone, replaced with something much bigger. I watched as his head pushed against my lips, spreading them. The tip disappeared and I felt him nudge it inside, and then everything got real.

I felt like I was being torn apart as he slammed his cock into me in one swift motion. He felt the resistance of my hymen, but he didn't care as he plowed through it.

"Owwwweeeee!" I screamed, stifling a sob as he entered me. My heart sank as he pulled back and pushed again. His eyes looked down at our sex. He certainly was not taking me inch by inch.

"Nice, popped your cherry! Ugh you feel so good babe!"

He was fucking me slowly, rhythmically. The pain was paralyzing as I felt his cock filled me up. My vagina felt like it was on fire as he stretched it out to accommodate his member. Stepping up, he fell on top of me driving himself against my cervix.

He slipped my arms around his neck as he took me, pounding away and nuzzling my neck. I felt a sharp pain on my neck as I realized that he was leaving a hickey on me. Marking me.

I couldn't help but wrap my legs around him as my thighs bucked against his thrusts.

"Ughhh I'm gonna cum baby..." he moaned in my ear.

"Uh.. uh.. uh... mike... you... need.. to.." I didn't make it in time before I felt him slow down and spasm. His cock pulsed a few times before I felt the heat and wetness of his cum fill me up.

"Mike... NO! I'm not on..." Again, I couldn't finish my thought before I felt a tingly heat rise from my pussy through my whole body.

"Oh my... god... ahhhhh!" I screamed as my body convulsed and mind went blank. Jesus Christ I just came for the first time.

I kept feeling his spasms and his cum shoot into me getting weaker every time until they stopped completely. I laid there, confused and panting. I felt his cock start to go soft and fell out of me. The wetness slid out of me too and down my ass crack. I closed my eyes and felt him slip my panties off my legs, but I didn't care at this point.

"Fuck Jackie you're so tight... I've never cum that fast before!" When I opened my eyes he was wiping his cock off with my panties, the blood from my hymen mixing with his opaque and clumpy sperm. He tossed them behind the seat, and in some way, I felt just like them. Used for their purpose then cast aside. As his seed leaked out of me, I wrapped my arms around myself, rolling onto my side.

But after a few minutes, his hands were on me again and he was lifting me up, this time pulling me on top of him. He hiked up my skirt and suddenly I was on his lap with my tits in his face. Tugging one of my legs around him so that I was straddling his waist he kissed me again holding my head against his face. Pulling my hips downward, I felt his cock already hard again pressing against my pussy.

If he slid in easy last time... this time was even more effortless. It hurt a little less, but he started trying to buck me off of him, jockeying me as I moaned and held on. His uppercut thrusts were fast and I felt my vagina squeeze his cock as my juices dripped down his shaft.

Hand on the back of my neck keeping control, my hands were on his shoulders. His mouth caught one of my nipples and after a few minutes he started to cum again. Recognizing it this time, I tried to push myself off but he leaned back and pulled me into him, sighing with pleasure as he spurted another load inside my innocent pussy.

I threw my head back and let another orgasm take me away. We both were panting as he slipped me off of him and onto the passenger seat. He didn't say anything at first, just panting with a hand covering his eyes.

"Whew... well now that we got that out of the way, now we can go study!" Before I could compose myself, he had refastened his pants, put the keys in the ignition and started the engine. We pulled away as I was trying to both tug my dress down and stop the cum from leaking onto his seat.

As we drove I thought about all of the things I should have before I got in his truck. Marcus, my virginity, the possibility of getting pregnant... I didn't know what to say so I stayed quiet with my thoughts as we drove away. He turned to look at me and my eyes dropped to my lap. I was so ashamed, but also James was the most important man in my life now. The man who made me a woman, made me feel what it was like to make love. He reached up and brushed my hair away from my face as I kept my gaze lowered. Tears were filling my eyes, but he dropped his hand to my knee and rubbed it a few times before sliding his hand onto my thigh.

"Don't worry about the seats, this happens all the time." He said without taking his eyes off the road. The smile was still on his face as I surged with conflicting emotions. Hating him for taking advantage of me, but I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him from our shared experience. However... if this happened all the time I wondered how special I was to him. I felt like maybe my emotions weren't mutual.

"Can I go home please?" I said meekly, knowing I'd be unable to focus on homework while his essence was pooling a wet spot on my dress.

"Sure thing babe." I didn't remember the car ride, but I remember him pulling up to my curb, getting out of the truck and walking to my side. He opened the door and lifted me out of the cab and planted one more long, slow kiss on my lips before helping me to the door. I was still pretty stoned and thankful that my parents and sister weren't home. As he drove away I looked down at my phone seeing several missed texts from Marcus. But before I could even look at them another text flashed on my screen from James.

"Same time on Wednesday ;)?" Without even thinking I typed my response.

"Sure."