Alright, I’m back to writing about the good stuff. I had to get a little bit off my chest in that last post, but removing myself from social media for a while is doing me some good.
I noticed the title for this post as a search term that brought someone to my blog recently. Frankly, it was something that I hadn’t thought of for a long time, and it really brought me back. I’ve had so many orgasms over the years, most of them uninteresting and forgettable, but I don’t think I could forget my first orgasm.
I had been touching myself for years by that point, but I had never had an orgasm. I don’t think I really had any idea about what an orgasm felt like or how I would go about trying to actually have one. I had merely been playing with myself because it felt good, nothing more.
Earlier in the week, there was a rumor at school about a girl in the year ahead of me. I was so sheltered at the time that I laughed it off. In my mind, it seemed so outlandish that it couldn’t possibly be true.
Until she started admitting that it was true. And bragging about its truthfulness and that she wanted to do it again. While the guys also told everyone it was true.
I didn’t particularly like the girl. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I really disliked her. I was next-door neighbors with her for a while when we were young and then lived just down the street from her until we went to college, but I always thought she was kind of a twat. But, being from a small town and living so close, we crossed paths quite a bit.
So I ended up listening to her talk brag one day about how she was hanging out with three guys, who we’ll call Nathan, Sean, and Ryan. She regularly hooked up with Nathan, who was two years older than her. Sean was one year younger, and Ryan was the same age.
She said she wanted to get laid, so she simply started making out with Nathan, thinking that Sean and Ryan would get the hint and leave. They didn’t and ten minutes of making out later, she took off her shirt. She said that her pants followed not too long after that, but all three guys stayed right where they were. When Nathan took off her bra, she knew they really had no intentions of leaving unless she and Nathan told them to.
Which she wasn’t about to do. Instead, she says she told them that if they were going to stay, they had to be naked, too. When they took off their clothes, she finished getting naked, too, before blowing all three at the same time. Sean and Ryan came in her mouth and stayed around to watch her have sex with Nathan.
I was so turned on at the thought of being in the middle of three guys, especially because I knew them and something I had previously thought only occurred in porn happened just down the street. I felt good when I pictured it happening. I felt different when I pictured it happening to me.
I had those thoughts fresh in my mind while in my basement, watching a show about the making of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. I can remember sticking my hand inside of my pants, almost mindlessly playing with myself simply because it felt good. I wasn’t masturbating to the women in the magazine, though. At least not really. I was masturbating while picturing myself as one of the women. I wanted to be the beautiful woman, nearly naked and surrounded by people on the beach who were intent on taking in my every move and every inch of my body. I wanted people to stare at me and make me feel exposed.
All the while, my mind kept bouncing back-and-forth between that and the scene involving Sean, Nathan, and Ryan. I could tell that it felt different than the other times I had touched myself. It felt better than it had before, my fingers were moving more quickly, and the feeling built inside of me in a way I wasn’t quite used to. I wasn’t even entirely sure what the feeling was until it just happened.
So, that’s how my first orgasm happened, aided heavily by some fantasy material.