When I was in my early 20’s, I was always curious about the male genitalia, what it looked like and what it felt like to touch it. I have also always wondered what it felt like to kiss and be touched. I’m not really sure when it started, but when the internet became more readily available and I was doing some research, a pop-up ad came up. I wondered what it was. I clicked on it and came upon a porn site. Curious as I am, I started browsing through it. I saw pictures of both nude men and women. It was interesting to see the different sizes of women’s breasts, both natural and surgically enhanced. It was even more so when I saw the different colors and sizes of men’s penises. The sexual acts shown in the pictures also titillated me. I felt horny just looking at the images, while at the same time, I felt nervous and afraid of how it would actually feel to be having sex. I heard from some married colleagues about how much it hurt the first time, and even more so when they got pregnant and gave birth.
While I kept surfing through the porn sites, I started getting some ideas as to what I would like to see in real life. I was beginning to think that I might actually be bi-curious since I also have a penchant for the female body. Don’t get me wrong, but it’s all about preference and not about discrimination. I like looking at both nude men and women. With women, I like their breasts to be natural and not too small. I don’t care about a person’s body type. As long as I like how they are and feel an attraction, I’d want to be with them. For men, as long as there is no weird stuff, no pain, and no anal sex. I have seen some porn that involves anal sex, and I was quite grossed out as that is where poop comes out of. Years passed, but I never got to see any nudes.
When I reached the age of 27, I was introduced to yet another Filipino-Chinese guy. He was 8 years my senior. He was taller than I was, which I liked, and that was it. After our first meeting, the matchmaker asked if I was willing to see the guy again, and I assented. For the second meetup, he brought yellow roses. I felt happy because even though I didn’t really care much for cut flowers, it was my first time receiving them. Days passed, and I would receive text messages and calls from him, and then we’d meet up during the weekends. For some reason, I have fallen for him, and he was my first love. On one of those occasions, he asked me out to watch a movie. After the movie, we ate dinner and went back to his car. This was when he suddenly started kissing me. I was really disappointed with my first kiss. It felt as though he was slobbering all over me. I didn’t expect kissing to involve so much tongue with lots of saliva going all over my lips and around them. When he finally stopped, I had to wipe my face. We put on our seatbelts and he drove me home.
Another week has passed and we went to see another movie. I was wearing a blouse and jeans, as I usually do when we meet. We walked a couple of rows to the back of the theater and waited for the movie to start. While watching the movie, I felt his hand touching my knee. I didn’t know what to make of it, but since his hand was slowly going up my thigh, I began to feel really nervous and tried to push his hand away. He looked around and started doing it again. I tried to push it away again, but his hand was so much stronger. His hand slowly went to the insides of my thighs as he tried to pry them wider in order to reach my groin. I was shocked by how he was acting. Never, in my wildest dreams, fantasies, or nightmares, have I ever thought this would happen to me. I kept pushing his hand away, but he just kept at it. Even though I was afraid of getting caught, I couldn’t take it anymore and started getting turned on. I opened up and he started pressing into my clit from outside my jeans. He started rubbing up and down my pussy, and it felt so good that I held onto his hand and closed my eyes in ecstasy. I have never felt anything so good. He just kept at it until my jeans were soaked through. When he finally stopped, he leaned over me and whispered that he couldn’t believe how wet I got with just his touch. I felt ashamed of what happened, but at the same time, it felt so good that I wanted it to happen again.
When I got home, I still couldn’t believe what had happened. I also didn’t expect to feel the way I did. It felt so good for my pussy to be touched, and I wanted more of it. My mind kept repeating the scene at the movie theater. I wanted the week to go by fast in anticipation of being touched. I want his hand on my pussy. But it wouldn’t go the way I wanted it to. The week went by unbearably slowly as I went to and from work. We’d still send text messages or call each other, but we never spoke of what happened in case other people heard our conversation. I forgot to mention that he lived with his father and siblings, while I lived in a dorm.
Anyway, the work week finally came to an end, and we went out to see another movie. He selected our seats, waited for the movie to start, and started touching my thighs. He slowly caressed my inner thighs while I opened up, eagerly waiting for his hand to touch my cunt. He used his middle finger to press down against my clit a little slowly and lightly at first, making me squirm in my seat. As time gradually went by, he started pressing down harder while making his finger go up and down my entire pussy lips. It felt so good that I started to want more. He must have read my mind because he suddenly stopped, started to unbutton my jeans and zipped down my zipper. I bolted up in alarm and looked around. Seeing that nobody seemed to have noticed what we were doing, he slowly slid his hand into my pants, on top of my panties. My pants were already wet, but he touched my pussy through them. It felt so much better since there was just a thin layer of cotton fabric between his finger and my pussy. I began to hump his hand while his finger kept going up and down my twat. My panties became sopping wet with my cunt juice and I wondered how it would feel to actually fuck. My senses were overcome with lust, and my fear of the pain from losing my virginity was slowly being drowned out. Once we were done, he smiled, and we went back to watching the movie. Afterwards, we went to his car and he drove off.
As he was driving, I asked him where we were going because he took a different route going home. He told me that it was a surprise. I felt alarmed since the roads are unfamiliar and we seem to be going farther out. Then we came upon a building with an underground parking lot. He drove down, paid the attendant, who handed him a key and motioned for us to drive towards one of…