My first time was in high scho*l. My boyfriend and I had been fooling around for a while, never getting beyond making out because I had my first kiss with him as well. One day, we were walking down the street after dinner, holding hands, and talking sweet nothings, stopping once in a while to duck into an alleyway and make out for a little while. Keep in mind I was in high scho*l so this type of horniness and boring date is expected. I pulled him by the hand into another alleyway, smiling as he followed, and as soon as we were out of sight, I pulled his head towards me and I kissed him.
This time, something was different. I felt a throbbing down in my nether regions, a desire I hadn't really felt before. I throbbed down there and subconsciously I drove my hips into his in a moment of impulse. He broke off the kiss, stared at me for a moment and asked, "What was that?" I replied, "I don't know." We resumed and I felt the throbbing again, this time stronger as he pulled me by the waist closer to his body. My hands wove under his arms to grab his shoulders, pulling him towards me and stepping backwards until I was pressed against the wall. His knee jutted forward in between my legs, and the throbbing got even more intense. I broke off the kiss and pulled him close, my lips next to his ear as I tried to catch my breath. He paused, and slowly ground his knee upwards towards my crotch. The stiff fabric of my jeans formed a point that stuck right into my sweet spot and as he moved his knee, my hips thrust gently towards him, and I gripped his back with a sharp intake of breath. I moaned a little as I exhaled slowly, and said, "Can we go somewhere a little more private?" He nodded, and again I took him by the hand down the street, looking for a public bathroom. He let go of my hand and slid his arm around my waist, squeezing it gently.
We entered an empty public bathroom, footsteps quickening. God, I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him deeply and I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine. I stepped into the stall first and hung my purse on the hook. He closed the door of the stall behind him and in one motion, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard, one hand in my hair and another on my lower back. His hand slid down and back up, under my shirt. My breath quickened as I felt the now-familiar sensation in my crotch, and I arched my back to let him take my shirt off. I reached down and pulled his shirt off too. I drew him close, wanting to feel the contact of our bare torsos, as he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. My breasts fell free and he pulled himself away from me to crouch a little, lower his head to my breasts and gently take one of my nipples in his mouth. I gripped his head and moaned, as his tongue flicked over my nipple and slowly sucked on it. With a slight sucking noise, he released it and went to deal with the other one, with the same pleasured reaction from my part. "Can I?" he whispered, a finger toying at the waistband of my jeans. I hesitated and nodded.
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, he pulled them to the ground and stared at my white panties. "Do you need to pee?" I shook my head with confusion. "You have a wet spot down there." I touched it to check - he was right. I was sopping wet down there, and as I touched myself, there was an involuntary jerk in my chest as I gasped. I had soaked right through my panties. I paused, and looked up to see my boyfriend staring at my panties with an unreadable expression. With my other hand, I tilted his chin up so I could look into his eyes. I reached into my panties, feeling my fingers get slick, and I quivered as we looked at each other, afraid to look down. I gripped the back of his neck with my free hand as I found a spot that was so sensitive, it made me shake uncontrollably if I went near it. Putting my head on his right shoulder, I reached for the spot and gasped in his ear. I slowly rubbed it with one finger, then two, all the while my breath was quickening, sounding like I was almost panting. He prised my fingers from the back of his neck and I stopped, surprised.
"Turn around." His voice was unrecognisable and guttural. "What?" I asked, confused. "Turn around!" he said with f***e, grabbing me by the hips and turning me around so I faced the wall and I could hear his short, warm breaths in my ear. He pulled my hand out of my panties and replaced it with his own. I couldn't breathe. He seemed to be going through the same thing as I heard his breath catch in my ear as his fingers contacted the wetness under my panties. "Oh my God..." he breathed as he explored with his fingers. My breathing became quick. I put my forearms against the wall for support as he found my sweet spot. I moaned and thrust against his hand as his fingers rubbed faster in a circular motion. My moans echoed throughout the empty bathroom and I couldn't think of anything as pressure built up in my lower abdomen and he thrust two fingers into me and pumped them in and out and my mind went utterly blank and I died a million tiny deaths, shuddering as I cried out, "Oh God!" with waves crashing over my body.
The bathroom was silent as I fell silent, the only sounds my breathing and his breathing. He extracted his fingers from inside me and I guided them to my mouth. I sucked on his two fingers, tasting myself, revering in the experience we had just shared. I was suddenly acutely aware of a sensation pressing against my butt. It felt like his jeans, but a lot harder. "Baby... what's that?" I turned, shining with sweat, and saw the bump in his jeans. "Can I...?" I reached for his jeans as he nodded, and I unbuttoned and unzipped them, and I drew out his penis, stiff and erect. I didn't know what to say and I didn't know what to do. I hesitated, then took it softly in my hand, looking up at his face. His eyes were closed and he bit his lip, hard. "Baby. Let's do it. I can't think of any moment more right than now." In answer, he hoisted me up to the baby changing rack, and asking permission with his eyes, gently propped open my legs. I helped him guide his penis towards the right spot, and I closed my eyes as the tip entered. He paused. "Ready?" "I'm ready."
Then he thrust forward, and I bit my lip to prevent me from crying out in pain as I felt something rip inside me. His breath was quick almost immediately and I said, "Just keep going baby." It hurt as he withdrew and thrust again, but with each thrust, the pain lessened and gradually I felt desire. His gasps and groans filled the bathroom's walls, and I gripped his back as I wrapped my legs around him. My restraint got the better of me and a moan escaped from my lips as he grazed my sweet spot every time he thrusted. Our moans and breathing mingled in the air and I began to thrust my hips in time with his, and it wasn't long before he cried out, his voice strained, "I'm going to let go, I can't stop it anymore," and he thrust faster and faster until finally he followed me over the edge, his groans subsiding in the echoes of the walls. Again, the only sound was our breathing. I held him, not realising how my nails had dug into the flesh of his back. And in that moment, I was at peace.