My name is Andrew, and in the four years that have passed since I first had sex, I had 20 girls, 15 of them are virgins. I do not know why it happened, but the girls seemed to just trust me so much that they were ready to surrender. I was very surprised, but I learned how to use it and in the end I was ashamed in front of a huge number of people. First of all, I want to tell this story for myself, but I will try so that you also enjoy reading.

At school I was very shy. Not omega, of course, but I have never been popular. Up to the eleventh grade. In the tenth, I started dating a girl I loved as a teenager, even too much. She was much older (which some guys were envious of) and much more experienced (as it seemed to me). But, as it almost always happens with the first relationship, love quickly turned into “pure sex” and it turned out that we have very little in common. We quarreled, and the last straw was that she cheated on me with a friend, with whom I introduced them. We quarreled, but sometimes continued to meet for sex or - less often - chat. It was funny to listen to how that friend “does not want a relationship” right after he fucked her at her request.

But then I did not consider this a relationship, and therefore I was, so to speak, in an active search. Even VC put such a marital status. And then I had a friend, with whom I sometimes saw. Former me terribly jealous of her and said that she wants to lead me away. I just refused, because I did not think about adultery - it was just interesting for me to communicate with her. Even not so - I did not perceive her as a potential partner - a potato nose, an invisible figure under the layers of clothes, and only thick red curls were evident at first glance. In all other respects, Lida was very inconspicuous. And here is the summer before the eleventh class. Somewhere in August. We walk in the park and during the conversation we accidentally wander into a distant and little-known nook and cranny. However, I know that the former and I loved to relax there in nature, away from human eyes. However, even this would hardly have led to something (although it made me remember that I had not had sex for six weeks), if Lida had not accidentally twitched, frightened by something, and hooked her shirt on my watch.

Her shirt flew open in front of me and I saw her milky white skin and neat breasts with pink nipples. Without thinking about anything, I took a step towards her and kissed her tightly, wrapping my arms around her smooth naked waist. I was surprised that she very actively responded to the kiss - she wrapped her arms around my neck, dug into my lips and was not against it, when, instead of my waist, I started to stroke her wide hips and strong ass, covered with shorts. At some point, her hand crawled down into my shorts and, getting under the clothes, her hand clasped my cock and squeezed tight. It is clear that I could not remain indifferent to this, my half-standing member already twitched, pouring blood. Lida pulled her hand out of my shorts and, whispering in my ear “I'm sorry, I can't”, just ran away from me, fastening my shirt on the move.

Of course, it was worth to suspect even then, but I was jarred by the confidence with which she first got into my pants. Even though Lida ran away, she first kissed so actively that I wouldn’t be surprised at all if she fucked me right there. So I wrote off everything on monthly and scored.

The next time she called me in two days, which only strengthened me in the monthly version. She called in broad daylight - taking advantage of the last days of the vacation, she wants to slip away from her friends and hang out with me. Since, apart from the “Tanks”, I didn’t have classes at that time, all my friends were still sitting in the seas and abroad, I agreed and invited her inside.

Lida came running ten minutes later - in a light summer shirt, from which the real landscape on her chest opened, cost her a little to bend down and in a thin skirt below her knees. The skirt tightly encircled the ass and upper thighs and only then expanded, forcing the viewer to guess what was under it. I kissed Lida in greeting - and at the same time again showered her - I suspected that there was most likely no linen on her at all. Although this thought excited me, I didn’t want to repeat the previous experience and temporarily let the girl go so that she got used to the situation. I took it to my room, made tea, and now we just sit and chat.

But at some point - and I am sure that she did it consciously - Lida reached out to the table to put a cup on it. However, she sat with her legs crossed, and this prevented her from reaching out. Then she simply threw off one leg with the other and frankly spread them apart, let me remind me of the famous scene from the basic instinct. Her bare little pussy seemed to me for a split second and was ready to disappear again from sight, but I again reacted earlier than I thought. At one moment, she was under me - the skirt fell on her stomach, and the cut on the shirt moved to the side, exposing my chest, into which I immediately and eagerly dug. Even without undressing Lida, I switched from my chest to the stomach, which covered with kisses (the feeling of sex as a process, not least of all romantic, thanks to my first love for something, did not disappear), and then to her pussy.

For the first time in my life I saw a clean-shaven and neat pussy. Nothing superfluous - just sponges stuck together with grease and a breathtaking smell. She moaned at the first touch of the tongue to the clitoris and grabbed my hands by the hair. At some point, she wove her legs behind me and so simply kept to herself, forcing her to give pleasure. I'm not sure that she finished it then - it was difficult for Lida to reach orgasm, as she herself said later - but at some point she relaxed and I, without hesitation, stripped myself and without ceremony lay down from above and, brushing dick about her sex lips, entered.

Lida jerked and froze, but, without giving it any importance, I did not stop. You understand that when teenager crap hits your head with sperm, you no longer pay attention to anything. It was tight inside, but I went in and out very easily, thanks to abundant lubrication. I fucked her, and at the same time I crumpled and bit my breasts, kissed my neck, licked my earlobes - and then she began to moan and move towards me again. However, 18 years old is not the most enduring age, especially when only masturbation has saved you from the last six weeks of overstraining. Less than thirty frictions, as I jumped out of her vagina and filled her body with a powerful shot of sperm. Lida grimaced and, grabbing a towel drying there from the battery, began to wipe herself. I looked between her legs - and I saw bloody stains on the inside of her hips. My dick at the base was also bloodied.

- Have you ever been before? - I asked stunned.
- No, - answered Lida, - But it was necessary to start somewhere. That is why not with you? I even liked it. Although it still hurts, yes.

I did not know what to say. I just deprived of my virginity - not even a girl! - virginity girlfriend, unaware of it. But it turned out to be nice.

Lida left, and I thought about what had happened for a long time. And I realized that I could not stand the day of a serious relationship. I can not meet with her and I do not want this. I just want to fuck her, get pleasure from her body, and in the breaks - talk about something. I do not know how this differs from the majority of teenage “meetings”, but then, from the perspective of rather long and complex relationships, the difference seemed to me significant.

Our second and last meeting took place before the first of September, a day or two. We did not agree - we just met by chance in the park and, without saying a word, went to that very secluded place.Lida (obviously, under the influence of porn, since I did not ask her for anything) immediately went down on her knees and, taking my dick out of her shorts, stared at him like a wonder. It lasted long enough for a member to start falling off. Only then did she take it, and not only did it clumsily, but, it seemed to me, with some disgust. She kissed the trunk several times, licked her head several times, and as soon as he got up again, she immediately straightened up and turned her back on me, throwing her skirt up.

I did not have to ask twice. I immediately entered it to its very foundation and realized that this time something was wrong. If the first time was even a little painful for her and quite enjoyable for me, then there was a feeling that my member had failed in another dimension and I lost contact with him. I did not feel anything at all, except for the very minimal resistance, when I took out the member completely and inserted it again. I tried to change the angle, pace, but to no avail. I also had a member of the youthful realization that I am now inside the girl, but no pleasant sensations arose. Worst of all, Lida seemed to feel the same comprehensive fucking that I did.

I quietly (in my position it was easy) came out of it and replaced the member with two fingers. The difference felt neither me nor she. Added another finger. Nothing. And only when I started to wield almost a whole palm inside, Lida began to actively respond to my movements and sat down on my hand (at some point, the whole palm really almost fit inside), fiddling with her clit and holding me by the dick. I say “holding”, because in essence she did not do anything with him, and the frictions were carried out due to the fact that she no longer controlled her body.

Unlike “nowhere” sex, the sight of a girl who just sat in front of me on my own hand was very exciting. So much so that after a few minutes I finished on it, hitting on the shirt, face and hair. Lida, sensing this, climbed down from my arm, and did not finish. However, before she could assess the damage and tell me something, I, like the last asshole, smacked her on the cheek and ran out of the bushes, ran home, leaving Lida filled with sperm in a public place without a chance to go unnoticed.

The next time we saw more recently, a couple of months ago. We talked as if nothing had happened, did not recall the summer in a word, but it was the last meeting with Lida that made me see all my previous relationships in a new light. And to understand that after Lida it only got worse. And even without time to rest - the next story took place immediately, at the beginning of September of the last academic year. But about it - next time.