[M]y first encounter with the love o[f] my teenage life. It's not short. | 2016

Okay, so this is my first attempt at this story thing and to be honest this account of what happened is nearly 7 years old. It doesn't mean I can't remember the details, it's just that I am now 25 years old and this experience still haunts me. As a horny and rather sexually inexperienced 18 year old, I dreamed about this very thing happening to me since I was 13. I was in love with the girl for a long time both before and after it happened.

Up until this experience I had had sex with a few different girls but almost every one of my experiences were alcohol induced, sloppy and didn’t really last longer than a few nights or minutes. I had also never had a proper girlfriend either so sober sex was a novelty for me and something that only my friends lucky enough to have had steady girlfriends were able to have. This isn’t to say I didn’t attract women or female attention in my teens, it’s just that nothing past making out or some serious feeling up ever happened when I was sober. I was always too conservative and self conscious when I was sober. I was always focused on school and sports and other bullshit that seemed like it was important at the time. And I was a mom's boy. I didn't want to disappoint her and up until the age of 17 ish I thought that sex with girls who weren't my girlfriend would have disappointed her. I think I received a few blowjobs or hand jobs on dates but most of that stuff happened when I was drunk and none of it was really memorable because I never really liked any of the girls as much as I liked Danielle.

I grew up in a prominent city on the west coast of the United States in a rather affluent area. I went to the right schools, played the right sports, socialized with the right people and by the summer of 2007 at the age of 18, I was ready to begin my college experience at a prominent school on the Eastern seaboard. This is when my first encounter with Danielle happened, completely sober, but to properly explain this I feel like I need to give you all the backstory of my relationship with this girl. Its long and drawn out, but I think its important in order to get to the good stuff.

My parents had a summer home at a lake a few hours from the city where I grew up that many other families from the same city also did. These were, and still are, places where people went to lay on their docks, boat, golf, dine, socialize and most of all, drink excessively. Growing up summering there I became close with a large group of friends around my age whose parents also had places at the lake.

Some of it was posh. Some of it wasn’t. Many of our places were quite nice but most people at this Lake had had places there for generations so most of our parents all knew each other and had socialized or partied together while they grew up. We were just a new generation.

Through this group of friends I met Danielle, who I first fell in love with at the age of 13. Danielle was a year older than I was, and I actually met her years before as I was friends and would golf with her little brother who was a year younger than myself. At 13, it was like a scene out of a teen comedy from the 1980’s happened during my summer. All of a sudden there were girls in bikini’s everywhere and I couldn’t get enough of them. At the center of all of this was the one and only, Danielle, who I previously had no interest in except to pull pranks on her with brother and our friends.

In my early teens I became closer friends with her brother and our social circles mixed around the lake in the summers. This meant a group of teenagers having camp fires at night and rides on our parents boats during the day or gathering as a group in a friends boat house to watch movies and play board games when it was raining. Lot’s of first happened with this group of lake friends over the summer months away from our schools and lives in the city. First drinks, first kisses, first drug experiences, but when we were younger and more innocent in these ‘tween’ years, it was more about friendship. This all changed when we began high school.

By the time I was 14 or 15, I pretty well maintained my whole relationship with Danielle’s little brother in order to be closer to her. In fact, I had literally nothing in common with the little brother but I still managed to mope around their families property on the lake daily. Hanging out on the dock, boating and hanging out then playing golf with him and our friends. Danielle would often hang out with us, and she even used to golf with us when we were younger. At that time, she was around 15 years old and pretty much a full-grown woman. Her body and her overall appearance hadn’t changed much to this day and it was actually a chance encounter with her last weekend that led me to write this story. By the age of 15 Danielle was already a sexually developed and much more mature girl than her surroundings. She was prettier than all the other girls at the lake in our social circle and she looked way too old for all the boys her age.

She is and was probably no taller than 5’3, and has very large breasts and a round, symmetrical and very feminine face, with a defined jaw line and dark hair. A very traditional American face but she has almost blackish, dark brown eyes giving her this exotic foreign flair of eastern European decent. Her ass, legs and stomach were all perfectly toned by weekly ballet and dance classes maintained all the way until she finished high school. Those curves and her physique drove me nuts when she was running around or boating in her generous bikinis. In the summer she would get so dark that she looked almost foreign to our mostly ‘white bread’ surroundings.

She was perfect and she was smart. She had the mindset of a teenage girl older than she was and the intelligence of someone well beyond that. She tortured and flirted with all the boys in our little summer lake group. We all loved her even though none of us wanted to admit it each other. We always wanted her around and we always competed for her attention.

Despite all of our passes, Danielle was pretty well off limits to us other than maybe one of the guys getting a lucky kiss from her after a dance one night when we had all drank too much. Danielle’s brother was our friend and at that age, most of us were more interested in being outside and golfing or boating than trying to have Danielle fall in love with us. ‘Most of the guys’ not being myself, as I was obsessed with her and everything about her.

Danielle and I had always had a flirty relationship even though I was younger than her. I wouldn’t say I am the world’s most attractive guy, but I can hold my own and I can socialize well. Her and I meshed together. We loved to tease each other and we always had inside jokes about things going on. I could tell she liked having me around in the summers. She liked my attention and I liked her’s.

That all being said, Danielle was dangerous. The older we got the more she had all the boys eating out of the palms of her hands. She began to like attention from older boys as we grew up and this drove me crazy. She always received her fair share of suitors from the older guys around the lake. This lead to her first boyfriend and my first heartbreak when I was 15. As I got older and my crush became more obvious My mother even warned me about Danielle. She saw the way I acted when Danielle was around and how I craved her attention and even hung out with her brother to be around her. She said that she thought Danielle was a good person but that she was immature with how she treated the boys around her. In hind sight, my mother was probably right but it was okay. I never had a shot with Danielle while I was in high school.

I’m sure that Danielle knew I had feelings for her and I think even then she had feelings for me, but at the time we were both to self conscious to ever act on them and besides, like I said, Danielle liked older boys and she liked that aspect of attention from them I couldn’t give her. I didn’t hit my growth spurt until I was about 16 or 17 and by that point my friendship had fallen off with her brother who had gone away to a private academy and didn’t come to the lake much.

As the lake crew of kids all got older, drinking and partying became more prominent. Our groups of friends expanded to bringing friends from high school out to our cabins and partying was even acceptable in the houses of many of our parents as many of them were drunk enough they didn’t care if we snuck there booze away or managed to have someone buy us our own.

If your still with me after reading all that back story, you’ll be happy to know that by the time I was 18 and Danielle was 19, we were having some of our last ‘true’ summers like that at the lake. This is when our first encounter happened.

The summer before the year I was 18, Danielle had graduated just from high school. She was still with the older boy from the lake and her parents had thrown her a graduation party at their property. Two days before this party took place her and the older guy (who was a total douche bag) broke up. At that very same party Danielle and I snuck off on our own to share some wine and talk and we ended up kissing. Danielle was still torn by her break up and nothing came of the situation but it was at this point I realized that she did have some feelings for me all these years.

As I said earlier, I hit a growth spurt a little late in my teens. I probably shot up from 5’9 to 6’1 and put on 30 pounds over the course of a summer before my senior year. I was in great shape from playing lacross for years and many people around my social circle began commenting on how I grown up I looked. This happened especially at the Lake where it was quite common not to see people for 8 months until the summer rolled back around.

So now to how Danielle and I first hooked up and why it left such an impression on me.

This particular weekend in either summer of 2007 I was at my parents place alone at the age of 18 while my parents were on vacation. It was the first time I had been aloud to go to the lake by myself and I was excited to spend the weekend partying with my friends. This meant, whoever was still summering at the lake in our social circle would come over to my place and drink during the days on our boat then we’d have fires at night on the dock. It was, and still is, paradise.

Danielle happened to be at her parent’s place that weekend and I ran into her at the grocery store with her mother. I hadn't seen her for more than a few hours the previous summer. As we all got older, life, jobs and school took over for most of us. The weekend's were the only time we got to spend at our parents places on the lake. Anyways in the grocery store I remember running into her and her mom and inviting her over to my place that evening as there were about 5-6 others were coming. She agreed and we caught up in the store and finished grocery shopping together, flirting with each other much like we used to when we were younger even in front of her mother. I remember getting this feeling that she was very happy to run into me. We were actually very good friends at one point in our teens, but that faded as age and her relationships with the other guy continued. We didn’t run in the same social circle in the city either. My stomach drops a little and flutters whenever I saw her at that age and it did in that grocery store. To be honest with you it still does. I think hers does too.

So that evening Danielle and our other friends came over to my place on the lake. We drank, had a fire, watched the sunset, reminisced about old times and experiences when we were younger and complained about how it had been too long since many of us had done just what we did that night. Everyone was doing something different now. We were going to school away, or traveling some place, or working or pursuing some dream. Danielle had just finished a year of prep school in Europe and was now back and starting at a college on the East Coast, close to the one I was going to in the fall.

I remember that night locking eyes a few times with Danielle over the fire. We also had an encounter in the kitchen where we talked about if either of us were seeing anyone. She was recently single after she dumped some guy she had met at school overseas a month or two before the summer. I had been seeing a girl I took to prom but it wasn't serious. She seemed awfully interested in her though and I could tell there was a hint of jealousy in her demeanor. She realized I had grown up. I was out from under her rule and I think she wanted me back. Then I remember her nudging me playfully out of the way in front of my fridge as she went to grab another drink and I put my hand on her lower back and then ever so slightly and cautiously touched her ass, which was in a tight pair of daisy duke jean shorts. She shot up after grabbing her drink and gave me this look and smile that said, not now, later.

As the night progressed and everyone got progressively drunker, myself and Danielle’s flirting became more open and agressive. She began sitting on my lap by the fire at one point. Then later as we all sat on the side of the dock, I remember caressing her and sliding my hands down her sun browned legs and getting an erection. I did this while we all debated skinny dipping in the lake. Even another girl friend of ours who was older than both of us approached me and asked if I was finally going to hook up with Danielle after all of these years.

Then, out of nowhere, Danielle’s father showed up at the gathering with another one of our friend’s parents. They were there to drink and socialize with us and the party actually continued well into the night but we cooled the flirting as her father was around, who is quite the intimidating person even when drunk and happy. I still remember eye fucking her every chance I got and she knew if it wasn’t for her fathers arrival that I would finally be getting to have my way with her that night. It was a fun and memorable night and Danielle and myself and her father all made plans to go golfing the next day, which was something I hadn’t done with her in years. Everyone stumbled or biked home at some point and I eventually crashed still thinking about what could have been.

The next morning I remember waking up to the phone ringing. It was Danielle calling and she asked if I was still in to golfing later. We planned to go in the early afternoon and I remember her saying the ‘we’d’ be over before that, implying that her father was going to be with her. I got up, ate, showered, shaved and tried to hydrate my self enough to play decent golf, as I was pretty hung over from the previous night.

I remember changing in a haze about 10 minutes before they were going to arrive and then putting my golf clubs in the driveway where I'd wait for them to pick me up. Later I was sitting on the back deck waiting for them when Danielle and only Danielle walked up to my place. Her parents place was about a 10-minute walk from mine and it appeared that she didn’t have a car and she definitely wasn’t dressed for golf. She had on a small grey tank top, flip-flops, sunglasses and the same pair of daisy dukes she had on the night before. None of it was golfing attire.

I asked what she was doing and she told me that her dad had to take their vehicle into the city for a business event that he had been talked in to attending last minute. After she told me that and as I was still standing in a haze on my back deck, dressed for golf, I realized that this was it. She knew what was going to happen. All the years of fantasizing about fucking her on my dock drunk, or taking her home after a fire at a friends place, this was going to be how it went down. She knew my parents weren’t at my place and she knew her father was gone. Golfing wasn’t what was on her mind. When I finally realized all of this and stood there in shocked silence she had already invited herself into my place.

I walked in the door behind her and followed her into the kitchen. She then turned to me and asked for some water because it was really hot out. While I grabbed her some and filled it in the sink she began to remove her clothes and as I turned around she was only wearing her bikini. She took the water and walked onto the deck over looking the lake and laid down in on a beach chair. I followed her out there and took off everything but my shorts then pulled the other beach chair directly beside her.

Then as if it was just implied and without saying anything she took my hand and began playing with my fingers. I then put the same hand on her lap and began rubbing her inner thighs close to her already revealing black bikini. I remember her looking at me and with her eyes telling me ‘what are you waiting for.’ I remember slipping my index finger under that bikini and felt how cleanly shaven and dripping wet she was. This was all happening so quickly and before I had even touched her I was hard as a rock. I hadn’t even kissed her yet and I was fingering the girl I had been in love with for years on my deck.

I told her we couldn’t fuck out on the deck and she said she knew that. I took her hand and lead her back into the kitchen and then to a couch in the living room. I sat down first and let her get on top of me and straddle my waist and crotch. It was in the position we kissed in for the first time. I still remember her lips to this day. Her mouth wasn’t wet, or dry, or stiff in any way. It was just soft and subtle. Her toungue was soft and she didn’t kiss me like I thought she would. It was a soft kiss, one that was manageable and lasted a long time but was passionate all at the same time. We kissed for what felt like hours, really exploring each other with our hands and our mouths at the same time.

After what felt like forever I finally reached around her back and undid her bikini top. At this point she stopped kissing me, pulled away and removed the top by herself while looking into my eyes. She smiled at me self consciously and moved in to try and kiss me again but I stopped her by putting my hands on her waist and holding her back so I could take a look at her. In front of me were the most perfect, balloonish, round and full pair of breasts I had ever seen. They seemed to exist on their own. She sat there on top of me, then kissed me again. I remember pushing her back and burrying my face in those breasts and kissing the nipples with precision and technique I had only dreamed about. She began to moan slowly and I began to to work my fingers back inside her bikini bottoms and slowly rub and finger her now drenched pussy. I was so surprised at how much control she had given me over the situation. I always imagined her being the lead if we were ever to hook up, but now that it was happening I could tell that she wanted me to be the one making the moves and giving the directions. I fingered and rubbed her pussy and clit gently for what felt like a magical eternity and I could feel her about to climax. I kept going and she began to lose control of her mouth. I finished her off as I alternated sucking on her tits and massaging her clit. By the time I removed my hand from her under her bikini my hand was completely soaked in her fluid and her bikini bottoms were basically ruined.

After this, she got up off of me and said she couldn’t believe how fast she had came. I couldn’t get over how sexy she looked. Topless, bikini bottoms shoved over revealing her perfect little wet pussy standing there with a look of pure enjoyement on her face. I stood up and kissed her again. I began to undue my belt buckle and I guided her hand down to my shorts. I was in control now and I knew that’s what she wanted. She was gentler than I expected. I was in love and I wanted to take my time and enjoy her. I had never done this sober before and instead of being nervous I was gaining confidence.

I lead her down to her knees, removed my shorts and sat down on the couch laying back into the depths of the leather. She grabbed my cock and looked up at me. She was almost trembling a bit from the orgasm she had just had. And then she began, just like everything else she did, to lick the shaft of my cock slowly and gently. I had had head before many times, most of them drunk, but the way she sucked on my cock wasn’t like anything else I had ever experienced. Every movement with her mouth was so calculated and gentle. It wasn’t forced. When she moved her hand along my shaft, it was for my enjoyement and she enjoyed making me feel good. She stopped, halfway through and took a breath and looked up at me. I bent forward from my sitting position and kissed her then guided her mouth back to my cock. It wasn’t going to be long . I began watching her head intently bob up and down and her eyes meet mine ever so often and smile at me.

I told her I was going to cum and she gently began to pick up pace, sucking and stroking my cock a little faster but with the same gentle feel. I almost lurched up as I was trying not to blow my load her mouth, but she put her hand on my leg to keep me sitting down. She then removed my cock ever so slightly from her mouth and let the first bit of cum hit her lips. Then she opened her mouth and took the rest of the rope in it while stroking it out of me. It poured out of her mouth and I could tell she was enjoying herself and was satisfied to make me cum the way she did. She sucked and licked up everything she could off of my cock then looked up at me and asked if I had enjoyed it. I told her that it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. She got up slowly, still with cum on her hands, wrists and face and walked over to the kitchen sink and cleaned herself off.

To this day I still jerk off to this image of her. Topless, this sexy little, busty, tight little thing of a teenage girl cleaning my cum off of her at my kitchen counter. She asked she could have some tooth paste and I let her clean her mouth out in the nearest bathroom. When she was done she walked back into the living room and sat down beside my still naked body on the couch.

Without even asking her I stood up, ripped off her bikini and went down on her in the same position she had just done to me. I put her legs on top of my arms and inched her pussy and asshole to the end of the couch then began slowly licking her clit. She was so wet and pure tasting and clean. I loved the sensation of my toungue being all over her pussy so much and was hard as a rock again almost instantly. I wanted to fuck her immediately. No recovery time was needed. She was gently moaning, all contorted into a position where her head was bent awkwardly against the back couch cushion but her tits were perfectly up right. I didn’t care if she was uncomfortable and I know she didn’t either. All I remember her saying is ‘oh my god ____,” then my name over and over again.

I think I stopped licking and kissing her before she came and I didn’t even ask if she was ready, I just stood up and looked at her then stuck my cock inside of her in the same position I was eating her out in. No condom, no questions of it. We didn’t care at this point. She smiled and wanted me to kiss her again but I wasn’t fully inside of her. She told me it had been a few months and to go slow. I slowly began to insert myself inside her and I realized at that moment that it was the first time I had ever had sober sex.

Once fully inside her, her face immediately took on a knew dynamic that I had never seen before. She had her eyes closed but she was trying to keep them open them at the same time and her mouth was open, wide open, panting and moaning softly the whole time. She just couldn’t control the way she looked and I loved it. She was enjoying me to much. I only lasted in this position a few minutes. I pulled out, held my cock and then composing it, picked her small body up and put her on the carpet on the ground in front of the couch.

She laid there, face, tits and pussy up and her legs slightly off the ground waiting for me to get on top of me. I got down on my knees and laid on top of her and we began making love again. I battled with her mouth and head for kisses. She could only control them a little bit while I was inside of her. I’m not an overly large man by any means, I’m pretty average in length but I have some girth down there and I could tell she was enjoying it. She told me later it was the largest she had ever experienced inside of her, but this was later, when she actually admitted she had only been with one other guy before me.

I was sucking on her neck then her tits, then holding her as tight as I could as I began to thrust harder and pump deeper and faster. Her pussy was so wet and tight and perfect and I was now in complete and dominating control over it. She kissed me, then moaned and begged for more of me with her lips. I couldn’t help but want to be fully inside her at all times. I humped her more than fucked her in this position at it was so enjoyable for both of us. She could take all of me but was sensitive when I was fully in her and pumped too hard.

I was trying so hard not to cum I had to switch positions again. I just remember the sensation of being fully engorged into her and whispering in to her ear that I had dreamed of doing this to her since I was 13. I got up off of her and grabbed her. I then threw her back onto the couch that was still drenched with both of our juices and told her to turn around. She turned around, put her hands on the top of the couch and her face into the cushions and arched her ass out towards me. I had to take a second to admire her and at this point she actually turned around to look at me and she smiled. I told her she was beautiful and inserted my cock into her pretty pink pussy and admired her prefect tan lines that were now only for my viewing pleasure. This is where I picked up steam and things became heated and a little rougher. I grabbed hold of her pretty little round bubble butt and held on tight as I began thrusting harder and deeper than before. I made her take every inch of my cock from the tip to the shaft without fully pulling out. Then I picked up steam and bent over and grabbed her tits that were now hanging from her bent over chest. I spanked her, a few times, each time harder than the next, she told me she was cumming then put her face into the cushions and let go and I could feel the warmth all over my shaft of my cock.

This became too much for me and after her moaning subsided a little and I gauged that she had fully finished I grabbed her and flipped her over. She was lying on her back on the couch in the same position I had just eaten her out in but then I pulled her up so her mouth could meet my cock again. She knew I was about to cum and she took control of the situation. Sitting on the side of the couch, looking into my eyes, she jerked me off and as I began to pulsate and inched closer to coming she put my cock in her mouth, before pulling it out and sitting up straight and then arching her chest up having me cum all over her perfect tits. As she finished me off, she rubbed the cum all over her tits and put my cock back into her mouth not wanting any of it to fall off of her.

I stood there in complete exhausted ecstasy looking at her. We both smiled and laughed and then giggled at what had just happened. I stood her up and kissed her forehead. We walked to the nearest bathroom and I watched as she cleaned her self off. Then we showered together.

We had sex three more times that day all over my parent’s lake house. Later that night at sunset, she gave me head on the dock and managed to suck the fifth orgasm of the day out of my cock.

That day and that weekend was paradise. It’s something that will be forever imprinted on me for the rest of my life. I fell in love with Danielle again after that night and was in love with her for another year after it happened.

Distance on the East Coast made our relationship impractical as we started college. Over time, and failed skype dates, facebook messages and drunk phone calles, other lovers and fucks happened. We grew apart. Since then we have hooked up almost every time we saw each other and it the situation was practical. That was until I met my first serious girlfriend about three years ago.

It became years since we saw each other. I actually avoided social situations in which I could have run into her so as not have relapsed on her. I later had heard through the grape vine that she was living in New York with some guy and that he had proposed to her.

I ran into last weekend at the lake for the first time in a few years. She came over after sending me a facebook message for the first time since 2011, and we talked about old times by the fire. There was small group of people out and my parents and her parents were both there. She told me about her life and I told her about mine. She was home visiting family and the fiancé was too busy to make it out west this summer. Her fiancée sounded like the type she’d end up with. Rich, handsome, came from a good family, and was probably going to get richer the older he got. She said she missed the west coast though, and she was interested in all the traveling I had done since college and my dreams of doing something different with my life than what was deemed conventional.

We decided to go golfing the next day for old times sake, and she actually drove over and picked me up the next morning. We even tried to convince my father to come with us but he declined. Her little brother also declined the invitation as he had his new girlfriend out at the lake with him and she didn’t golf. We made it half way to the golf course before she pulled over and we fucked in the back seat of the car. We then found an abandoned lot on the way to the Club House and fucked again in the woods in a small clearing about 30 yards away from the course. It was another failed attempt at a golf game.

At this point, if you’re still with me, you’ve realized that this is more than a 'normal' hot fling or encounter that might show up on this sub. I’m not trying to belittle other gonwildstories or think that mine is better, I just needed a place to vent. I’ve changed enough of the details and so few people actually know about what happened between us that I’m pretty sure the only way I could be out-ed on this site is if Danielle actually reads this. I’m pretty sure she’s not into this sub so I think I’m safe.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get over Danielle. Every woman that I’ve been with since I compare to her and they just don’t measure up. I think part of her loves me, but I’m pretty sure there’s no chance we ever end up together. She’s too invested in her life out East and I’m not into that lifestyle. I do love her though, enough to write a full story about the first time she blew my mind by having sober sex with me at the age of 18.