I was a young man. Maybe one of the more attractive young men in my grade, but then again I was the only black kid. Tall, lanky, and 13-years-old. Light skinned, about the shade of caramel. 6 feet tall, 150 lbs. or so. With a normal short haircut. Very athletic too. I played basketball, football, and track. And it was evident with my build.

She was 17 and white. Tall too, about 5′ 9″, about my weight, but I didn’t care. She was friendly and a junior in high school. Smoked cigars, weed, and drank. I avoided those things. I
cared more about sports than all that nastiness. But, it all worked out.

In both of our favors.

This story picks up where part 2 left off. I had met a girl named Brittany (name changed for confeditiality purposes) who was 17 at the mall. We exchanged numbers and talked that night. The last thing he said to me was “I haven’t had a man in a while.” I was too timid to reply. So I slept.

DAY 2

December 24, nothing was going on. So I decided to hit up Brittany. My parents were gone for the day since it was a Thursday and they were working. It was 10 when I phoned her.

“Hello?” she answered immediately.

“Ayy baby girl . How you doing?”

“Nothing. Sitting here.”

“Hmm… I see. Well hey. What are you up to today?”

“Nothing. Gotta get some cigs, you know, all that. But ugh I’m so hung over.”

Damn. This girl was bad. I liked it.

“You should come over.” I said hastily, and with nervousness under my breath.

“Okay. Gimme an hour or so to get ready.” she said, “Wait, are your parents home?”

“No they’ll be at work til like 5.”

“Oh.” she said with a hint of lust in her voice. “Okay well see you soon.”

She obviously wanted to look good for me. I mean, you don’t just “get ready” to go to a
friend’s house. It excited me. Maybe this would be my chance. As a 13-year-old I constantly wanted to have sex. I felt I was mature enough, (I had always had to act older because I looked older. So I approached sex with a mature mindset. I read up on it, tried to prepare myself for that moment, but obviously, nothing goes a’s planned.

And I would find that out today.

I got ready as well. Threw on a pair of khaki shorts, a white undershirt, loose boxers just in case, a blue polo, and a matching blue fitted cap. Sprayed myself in moderation with “Cool Water” and I was all ready for whatever was bound to happen next.

I sat on the couch and tuned it to a basketball game. I sipped on some water when I heard a knock.

And there she was in all her beauty. Yoga pants, that same pure white fleece coat, and her hair was let down. Some make-up. Her eyes showed reluctance, but also slight desire.

“Hey..” she quickly snapped me back to reality and hugged me.

“Hey there girl.”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Nada just watching basketball. Sit, sit. Relax.” I said with anxiety.

“Mkay.” she replied.

She didn’t come on to me then and there. I was confused at first, but then remembered that men make the move first, and the way she was acting, playing hard to get, provoked me to do what I did next.

I put my arm around her, she hesitated, but then snuggled closer to me. My hormones got the best of me, and an erection started to rear its head. (Pun intended)

She didn’t notice. But looked me in the eyes and directly said, “We’re not fucking.”

I could tell she sounded sad. But then she surprised me with a kiss. She pulled me to her and I could feel her DD breasts touch my chest. She pushed me away. I was helpless. She had seniority, and I was just a boy.

A very, very aroused boy.

My horniness got me again and I leaned in for more. She took my face and kissed me. I moved my hand and placed it delicately on her thigh.

“I wish you were older.”

“Ugh.. But I look your age. If not a little bit younger.”

She sighed and just held me. She then noticed my dick tightly hidden away in my khakis. I didn’t see her react much. She looked into my eyes.

“I don’t know if we’re going to do more.”

It saddened me. But something made me do what I did next.

“Well… Just in case we do, I’m going to get comfortable.” I said with a smooth voice that could’ve resolved any situation.

I stood up, and slowly undid my grey belt, and pulled
off my khakis, I pulled too far though, my boxers went off with and there I stood. My 7.5″ penis and all of its “glory” a foot or two away from this woman’s face.

“Oh, umm.” I stuttered nervously.

If I was any lighter skinned I would’ve blushed.

“Come here.”

She had made up her mind. She wanted me now. I could tell.

“Damn you are big.” she realized she had given in. “Um um.. For a 8th grader.”

I started to think to myself:

“No turning back now, Bryan. (again, name changed) might as well just go for it. You’re ready.”

I looked at her with mixed emotions and somehow mustered words.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

“Yeah.” she said laconically.

But it didn’t matter, for what was about to happen next would change me into a man.
(By today’s standards.)

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Just think, how many people can say they lost their virginity by accidentally dropping their shorts?

More
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Come.