I was 16. So was she.
J was a “good Catholic girl” from a large farm family. She was the youngest and the only girl. She was a band nerd and not an athlete, but she a slim, athletic body I found attractive. I consider J my first real girlfriend. I had a girlfriend in sixth grade and touched her breasts, but we were 12 and I was in my early stages of puberty. I consider J to be my first girlfriend.
J and I started dating when we were 15. We both had May birthdays. Once we turned 16 and got our driver’s licenses, our options for being together expanded. By that point, we were French kissing and trying not to give each other hickies. During car makeouts, I had touched J’s bare breasts a few times, at her invitation. I liked the feeling of her small bare breasts in my palm, and her smooth skin.
A few times, J had placed her hand on my crotch through my jeans. Through the clothing, she could tell I was hard. But during our car makeout sessions, she never touched bare skin on my penis.
One winter evening, we went to my house where I knew we could be alone. J and I were on the sectional couch in the family room, making out. I was lying on my back wearing loose-fitting stone-washed jeans. Under my jeans were white briefs. J was to my side, somewhat on top of me. She put her hand under my shirt and worked her way down to my abdomen. It was the most intimacy I had ever had. It felt so good. J had her head on my chest and kept her hand on my stomach as we made out. She rubbed my abdomen.
We were lying on top of the couch, not under any covers. I got the courage to lift the waistband of my jeans and underwear. She looked down. Whether she could see the tip of my penis, I’m not sure. She slid her hand into the opening, just far enough so her first two fingers came in contact with the head of my hard penis. My 16-year-old body was electrified! I lifted my jeans and underwear a little more. She slid her hand down toward my balls and cupped my erection very lightly, as if it was fragile. There was little question in my mind my hard penis was the first she had ever felt.
My God I was so hard and horny! But I also got nervous. Did she know what would happen if she kept her hand there?
Regrettably, I pulled J hand out of my pants just before I ejaculated into my underwear. I wasn’t touching my penis at the time and neither was she. But my arousal had reached the point that I had no choice but to ejaculate. There was a lot of cum. Whether she knew I had ejaculated, I’m not sure.
To this day, I regret pulling J’s hand away. I wish I would’ve cum in her palm because she probably would’ve liked the experience, and the intimacy probably would’ve led to other things. But because J was a “good Catholic girl,” and I didn’t want to scare her away by making a mess she wasn’t prepared to deal with. Plus, sex education classes had sent a stern warning about how easy it was to get pregnant. In my small town, life-giving semen was seen as deadly.
I’m sure J and I made out several more times in the next few weeks. But my next memory of sexual contact with J was on prom night in late April. J and I both were coming up on age 17.
On prom night, J and I double-dated with another couple. After the dance, we ended up at the other guy’s parents’ place where we watched a movie. That guy’s dad by adoption was Mr. P, a fairly popular teacher in our school. Mrs. P worked at the school, too. They had no birth children of their own.
In the bathroom, I changed out of my tux and put on some sweatpants. I wasn’t wearing underwear underneath the sweats. Then I went back to the family’s basement TV room.
The four of us were side by side on the floor, under a blanket, supposedly watching a movie. J and I might’ve kissed a little bit, but not a lot because the other couple was present and they were more friends than anything.
Under the blanket, though, we were horny. J had her hand on my stomach again. I lifted the waistband of my sweatpants, J’s hand slid down my pants right away. I remember trying to control my breath. It was so hot, lying next to the other couple, with J’s hand cupping my erection. J explored my hard cock and then my balls. It was so arousing, so taboo, lying next to another couple as my girlfriend groping me intimately, learning firsthand the size of my hard penis and what my testicles felt like.
By then I guess I had developed some bit orgasm control, which was probably good because the other couple was right next us and God only knows what sound I might’ve made if I had cum in J’s hand. And what would she have done with my semen?
Looking back on it, not having an orgasm on prom night was a wise choice. I went home early that morning with a raging case of blue balls. I masturbated furiously, fantasizing about J, never feeling straighter in my life.