How I Lost My Cherry - Sex Stories

How I Lost My Cherry

... lovely young woman. She was just around five feet tall, maybe as much as 5'3”, probably around 115 pounds. She was not fat but definitely 'shapely'. She was somewhere between a B and a C cup, probably 34” or 35” with hips to match and a waist that gave her a nice hourglass figure. Her nipples were large, pencil erasers sticking out from half-dollar size aureoles that themselves were cones, giving her nicely pointed breasts. There was a small crease under each tit (no problem with the 'pencil test') a flat but not muscular stomach, shapely thighs with a nice triangle of dark curls at their meeting. She wore her hair short, not reaching her shoulders, dark, almost black, and wavy, bangs across her wide forehead, lovely cheeks, straight nose and a full-lipped mouth. She had a personality to go with her looks—smart, outgoing, and a biting sense of humor. Yes, sarcasm was just one of the services provided. Did I mention that she was a JAP ? (Jewish-American Princess) She had no trouble telling you what she thought and made fun of people unmercifully. She was a lot of fun to be around, Gary had quite a catch. But then again, she'd be (and was) a tough one to hold on to. Now for Bridget: As I said, she was thirteen, soon to be f******n just after New Years. Frankly, and I don't want to be mean at all here, but she was rather ordinary looking. She also had dark hair, but it was straight and reached down to her shoulder blades. She had bangs that went straight across her forehead just ...

... at her eyebrows. Her face was pleasant but it would never be called pretty. It was just a little narrow, dark eyes, a narrow nose and small mouth. She was very quiet, keeping her comments to herself, didn't talk bad about others, not picky about what she ate or wore. She also lived up to her reputation for being really smart and a book worm. Her shoulders were narrow, her nipples just bumps on dime size aureoles that were just beginning to be lifted on very slight swellings. She had almost no fat, her arms were skinny and her legs just barely avoided the same description. Her hips were a little wide for her proportions, she was long waisted. She was maybe getting just to five feet but I'm sure she was well shy of 100 pounds. Unlike Margret, her pussy was still a girl's. She had long, thin pussy lips and there was a little sign of any hair. Her clit ridge peeked out from between her lips. I've said that she was quiet, and to this day I cannot say that I knew her well (I mean personality, not the biblical 'know'). Still, I'm sure that she didn't do anything she didn't want to do. If she didn't want to do something she'd just shake her head and that was that. The expression carried enough of a message to tell you that you wouldn't change her mind. Still, simply because of this, I'm sure that she wanted to be with me because, I'm quite sure, she wouldn't have if she didn't want to. Also, although she wasn't aggressive, she certainly didn't avoid getting it on. At the time, I was ...