1. The Theatre


    Date: 12/11/2016, Categories: True Story, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, First Time, Humiliation, Male/Female, Toys, Author: Eddie Riggs, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    My name is Eddie, to you, anyway. I have lived a life of interest, and have always had a passion for writing. I am six foot one and white, with a messy haircut. I have always preferred wearing flat-toe cowboy boots, tight-ish jeans, a band shirt, and a leather jacket. I suppose you could say I'm handsome enough, most girls say at least an eight, with my square jaw and "gorgeous" eyes. The names in this story have been changed in order to protect those involved. From the time I was just a boy I was interested in sex, but not really pleasure. Put into more simple terms, I enjoy pleasuring my partner, rather than myself. I was in high school at the time, when a shy blonde girl by the name of Crystal caught my eye. I introduced myself, and she looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet. In a very soft voice, she looked up to me and said, "The preps don't like it when I talk to the boys they like." I thought to myself for a moment, wondering if they were making her say that. I decided to gently brush her hair from her face, which caused her to look up swiftly. "Well," I said, "How much would they hate it if I kissed you?" She visibly shuddered, and lowered her face again. How shy she was only made her look cuter, and spurred me on. I waste no time in telling a girl about my feelings for her, as I figure life is fleeting. So, without hesitation, I gently put my hands on her hips, brought her in close, and looked deep into her eyes. Her bottom lip was quivering as I moved in for ...
    the kiss. She pulled back at first, and I let go, but soon she initiated the next kiss. We must've been there for ten minutes before the bell rang, signaling for lunch to end. I pulled away and asked her, "Would you be interested in going to see a movie this Saturday?" She said nothing, only shook her head vigorously. I embraced her once more, and she hurried off to class, tripping as she tried to gather her thoughts. I chuckled and continued with my day. When Saturday finally did arrive, I drove over to her house to pick her up. When she came out of the house, she blew my mind. Normally wearing long skirts and turtlenecks, she was now wearing short shorts, combat boots, and a tank top. When she stepped into the car, she was wearing just enough perfume to make my brain stop working for a moment so it could be lost in the wonderful scent. She looked at me with eyes that don't leave room for mistranslation, and I immediately started kissing her. She moaned excitedly as I kissed passionately down her neck. Suddenly, she pushed me away, and said, "I want to have a little fun, play a little game." I looked her up and own as she said these words, and felt a malicious grin spread across my face. "Alright," I began, "What kind of game?" She grinned in anticipation and reached into her small purse, and brought out what I immediately recognized to be a vibrator. "I put this in my pussy," she began, "And if I finish before the movie is over, you choose where we go next. I put the car in ...
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