Her First - Sex Stories

Her First

... wonder at the brashness of the short conversation.

In the days leading up to her birthday, I allowed her to fill my days but kept my nights for my friends. We talked about my fledgling naval career, the places I'd seen, and my job. She filled me in on the woes and adventures of being a teen girl suffering the twin agonies of puberty and high school. She then opened up about her blossoming interest in boys and their interest in her. The night before her birthday we were sitting in front of the TV when she started a new conversation by asking, “Do you think I'm sexy?”

Taken by surprise by the blunt question I hesitated, trying to think of something to say, not sure of what she wanted me to say. She caught my reluctance, “It's okay to say yes or no; tell me what you think of me, not as a sister, but as a girl.”

“How tall are you?”

“Five feet exactly, why?”

I plunged, “For your height, you should weigh maybe another few pounds, maybe ten. You have a really cute face but you’re a little thin. Your butt is nice and round, it looks like a charming handful but your thigh gap is kinda wide-ish. Let's hope your boobs are still growing; right now, they look like sunny-side-up eggs. If you fill out in the next year or two, you'll be the sexiest girl I know, but right now you’re only kinda sexy, sexy enough that I'm sure some horny schoolmate would want to screw you.”

She took my assessment with grace and ease, “Yeah, since I started puberty I think I’m too skinny. ...

... I’m eating junk that is supposed to make me grow and develop more. You think I will fill out?”

“Look at Mom, she's pretty hot, you’ll look like her in a year or two.”

She grinned impishly, “You are not supposed to think mom is hot! That's Dad's territory, you better be careful.”

“Come on, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, she looks nice.”

She stopped talking, looked me directly in the eyes for five long seconds then asked, “Am I old enough to have sex yet?” Her eyes told me only one thing, she still wanted my unvarnished opinion.

“I suppose. I mean you aren't a voluptuous sex bomb, but you have all the right parts and pieces, and being just eighteen isn't some sort of biological barrier. Lots of girls give it up before turning eighteen. Old enough? Yes.” Anticipating her next question, I added, “Should you? That's up to you.”

She left the chaise she was sitting on and moved to the sofa and sat next to me. I put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, her head rested on my shoulder. We had spent many, many hours sitting like that over the years, her move did not startle me. What she said next did, “I've been thinking a lot about sex in the last few months and I want to do it but I don't know any boy in school who I would let.” She twisted her head to look up at me, “I want you to be my first.”

Her statement froze my heart, I stopped breathing as I studied her eyes. I saw only the truth in them, she wasn't teasing, testing, or joking. Her desire was ...