Within weeks after Thomas and I parted ways I hooked up with my first real love. The first guy I was head over heels in love with, body and soul, Phillip. I was still 17 and he was a18. Another beautiful farm boy (I live in a rural farming community in the midwest) with black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and sculpted body that looked like it came straight out of a magazine. The kind of body that has never once seen the inside of a gym but has spent many hours bailing hay, tending livestock, and other various laborous tasks. He was shy and quiet and never had the nerve to talk to me unless he had been drinking. Our conversations actually started before Thomas and I split.  Thomas used to tease me about having a crush on him, and at the time I honestly didn’t, but after a while he really started to grow on me. I could tell he liked me.  He would watch me from across that way at parties, our eyes often meeting in the firelight of an outdoor autumn campfire. There was definitly something there, but he never once asked me out.  Of course, me being the aggressive goddess that I am just called him on the phone one night and asked him out myself.  He stuttered over his answer of “uuuh….uhhhh” I finally said “it’s ok to say no”…he said “No! I mean Yes!! I mean no that’s not it, ‘no’ is not what I was going to say, I just meant that I wasn’t going to say no…” It was cute and I laughed heartily about it. I think he was relieved that I was confident enough to roll with it and find the humor in it. 

Phillip and I had a lot of fun on our first few dates.  We seemed to click from the beginning.  He was very much the gentleman and took things very slowly (leaving me to play with myself night after night to find some satisfaction), finally we moved to the groping and petting stage of our relationship. Honestly we were probably moving at the kind of pace the average teen couple moves in….I just happened to be a sex machine by the age of 15, so to me it felt like a turtle’s pace. Part of me wanted to just devour him, but another part of me knew that he was a ‘good boy’ with good morals and I was falling hard for him. I did not want him to see me for the little slut I truly was.  He had to know, to some extent. He ran around in the same circles as Thomas, and Thomas and I were not very discreet about our lust for each other in our hay day. But Phillip seemed to truly care about me. He took his time and wanted to get to know me.  I felt like he really saw me….for ME.  He used to love to snuggle my hair. It was very long and thick, curly and dark and if we had been outdoors very long he used to say it took on a special smell. He said it soaked up all the good smells from the flower, trees and grass and created it’s own perfume. He was so tender and romantic.  My heart was taking over in a way I had never experienced. Truth be known all my other previous lovers before Phillip were based on mutual lust. But Phillip was love. Phillip was patience. Phillip was tenderness. And Phillip was a virgin……..

For starters let me just say if you could have laid eyes on this 18 year old teenage God, you would never in a million years believe he had never been laid. He could have his pick of any girl….all my girlfriends even oohed and aaahhed over how hot he was. But if you got to know him, you would quickly see that he is a very rare breed. He respects his mama, he’s a good catholic boy who goes to church every weekend, he obeyed his daddy even when the chores on the farm were unfair and overbearing. He was just the perfect kid.  Until I got a hold of him of course! Bwahahaahaha!!!

Finding out that Phillip was a virgin both excited me and scared me. I so badly wanted to fuck him…SO badly. But I didn’t want to rush him. I didn’t want him to feel like he was being used, nor did I want him to feel pressured.  I knew it was inevitable. We were in love, the passion was mounting and it was only a matter of time.  I can still remember rubbing his cock through his jeans until he came. The nymph inside me wanted to just reach inside his pants and feel it, but he was bringing out the good girl in me, if only temporarily.  I can remember wanting to beg him to slip his fingers in my cunt, but being afraid he would think I was a tramp.  When the day came that he finally did decide to explore my body completely it was maddening!! I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. I was seriously considering finding a way to buy a dildo or something of the sort. I needed a good pounding and this guy was driving me crazy. But in those days buying a sex toy was not as easy as it is now, especially for a teenage girl.

It felt like such a pleasure and honor to be the first woman to ever touch him like a lover. When I finally place my fingers around his throbbing cock for the first time I nearly came myself.  While not the monster that Thomas was, Phillip was still very blessed in the penis department.  I was all the more eager to deflower him.   And once he got a taste of my oral talents I knew it would not be long before he wanted the real thing.

The night finally came, we didn’t plan it, it just happened.  To this day I can still recall the passion, the tension, the nervousness. I am not exaggerating one bit when I say this….I could hear his heart beating as he came near me.  At first I feared it was footsteps coming towards my room, but I knew we were alone.  But one look in his eyes let me know it was his heart racing.  I can still feel him entering me.  It is a beautiful memory that I will always carry with me.  Gently stripping him of his innocence as he slowly entered me, our eyes locked, him looking so lovingly at me.  I knew then, I could love him forever. The excitement and tenderness of the moment gave me an incredible orgasm, completely unexpected with no build up or warning. My body just seemed to be rejoicing in the joining of our bodies.  He was very surprised at my reaction and I could tell he was trying to hold himself back, he had so wanted to last longer than the average virgin, but my moans and cries, combined with the pulsing in my pussy was more than he could bear and he exploded inside me like a rocket.  We collapsed together and stayed that way for what seemed like hours….and we cried. Happy happy tears. Every guys should loose his virginity that way.