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First Time Busted
First Time Busted is a 9,700 word story
Excerpt:
"I'm heading to the gym, you guys," said Lily. She was lying nude in bed with me and Carmen at the end of an afternoon of sexual gymnastics.
"That wasn't enough work out for you?" asked Carmen.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way. Something about making' love always makes me feel like going for a good swim afterwards."
"You're a swimmer?" I asked. "That reminds me of--um, never mind." Carmen started to laugh.
"What? What is it?" Lily pleaded.
"Mike's first time was with a girl on the swim team in college," Carmen revealed. "You should have him tell you the story sometime. It's pretty hot."
"Maybe he should tell it now," said Lily.
"You're sure you wouldn't get jealous?" I asked.
"Mike, after that good old humpin' you just gave Carmen, some story about a bathing beauty ain't going to bother me."
"Mmm...I must say that was a good humping," laughed Carmen. She pulled the covers up over the three of us. "Tell the story."
* * *
My Freshman year of college, I weighed about 135 pounds, and I decided it was time to get in shape. Weight training was out--I wasn't going to hang out with a bunch of dumb muscle guys. I decided to sign up for the swim team. They'd take anybody.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was another reason I picked swimming: girls in swimsuits. No bikinis, of course, but the high school swim team isn't like the Olympics where everyone is tall and shapeless--it had girls of all shapes and sizes, all of them wearing form-fitting suits, training five nights a week. There were shy, skinny girls, short girls with big breasts, girls of every skin color. Frankly, I liked pretty much all of them, and even though we got a hell of a hard workout, I was never late to practice.
Soon my attention became focused on one girl, and naturally it would have to be one totally out of my league. Her name was Erica Johnson, and she was one of the top swimmers on the college swim team squad. She was taller than me, with long sandy blonde hair (tucked into a swim cap during practice, of course), and always wore a blue Speedo suit with a green diagonal stripe at practice. Wow, did she fill out that suit. I wished I could be her suit, clinging to her curvy eighteen-year-old body.
I guess you've already figured out that I didn't have a girlfriend and I was a virgin. Yes, I’m still a virgin and in college. Ironic isn’t it? Oh, I'd gone out with girls and we'd done some kissing and stuff, maybe I'd even squeezed a breast or two through a shirt, but never anything more.
Excerpt:
"I'm heading to the gym, you guys," said Lily. She was lying nude in bed with me and Carmen at the end of an afternoon of sexual gymnastics.
"That wasn't enough work out for you?" asked Carmen.
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way. Something about making' love always makes me feel like going for a good swim afterwards."
"You're a swimmer?" I asked. "That reminds me of--um, never mind." Carmen started to laugh.
"What? What is it?" Lily pleaded.
"Mike's first time was with a girl on the swim team in college," Carmen revealed. "You should have him tell you the story sometime. It's pretty hot."
"Maybe he should tell it now," said Lily.
"You're sure you wouldn't get jealous?" I asked.
"Mike, after that good old humpin' you just gave Carmen, some story about a bathing beauty ain't going to bother me."
"Mmm...I must say that was a good humping," laughed Carmen. She pulled the covers up over the three of us. "Tell the story."
* * *
My Freshman year of college, I weighed about 135 pounds, and I decided it was time to get in shape. Weight training was out--I wasn't going to hang out with a bunch of dumb muscle guys. I decided to sign up for the swim team. They'd take anybody.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that there was another reason I picked swimming: girls in swimsuits. No bikinis, of course, but the high school swim team isn't like the Olympics where everyone is tall and shapeless--it had girls of all shapes and sizes, all of them wearing form-fitting suits, training five nights a week. There were shy, skinny girls, short girls with big breasts, girls of every skin color. Frankly, I liked pretty much all of them, and even though we got a hell of a hard workout, I was never late to practice.
Soon my attention became focused on one girl, and naturally it would have to be one totally out of my league. Her name was Erica Johnson, and she was one of the top swimmers on the college swim team squad. She was taller than me, with long sandy blonde hair (tucked into a swim cap during practice, of course), and always wore a blue Speedo suit with a green diagonal stripe at practice. Wow, did she fill out that suit. I wished I could be her suit, clinging to her curvy eighteen-year-old body.
I guess you've already figured out that I didn't have a girlfriend and I was a virgin. Yes, I’m still a virgin and in college. Ironic isn’t it? Oh, I'd gone out with girls and we'd done some kissing and stuff, maybe I'd even squeezed a breast or two through a shirt, but never anything more.
40 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 30, 2012
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