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My first time, at my grandma's for Thanksgiving
Every girl has to go through her first time. My first time was on Thanksgiving at my grandma's house. There was a goy there from another family and I kept getting close to him. My mother told me to be respectful but I got close anyway. He and I were standing in the hall while the adults were out in the living room living it up. I reached over and grabbed his pants, his **, his **. I didn't let go. I told him I was a girl and I wanted him to prove to me that he was a boy.
I took his hand and put it between my legs so he could see that I wasn't a boy. We went into one of the bedrooms and I got his zipper down and his pants undone and sucked his ** getting hard. I got my ** off and laid back with my legs open so he could eat me. At that time I wasn't planning on having **, just oral **, like I had done before.
I tried to stop it after a few minutes went by. He didn't hear me, he laid me back ** the bed and got on top of me, shoving his knees between my legs. He was going to ** me, I could see his hard **. We fought, but didn't talk or say a word. It was physical, and he overpowered me slowly until he was completely on top of me and his ** was searching for my **.
I said Oh **, and grabbed his ** and lined it up with my ** and he started ** and didn't stop. I felt it went on forever, I was very conscious that the door wasn't locked and we had been gone for a while. I tried to keep the noise down, but he was ** and he didn't care. When he finally came, I was relieved when he got off.
I spent a long time trying to get my dress to look ironed, but it was rumpled up. MY hair too, and I didn't have a brush. He was better off, his shirt didn't get wrinkled and his hair was easy to fix. I sent him out first. and by the time I came out I pretended to go help my grandma with serving the table.
After dinner, when I was helping washing dishes, I kept the apron on. My grandma looked at me and asked me if that boy had ** me. I said no but she told me that when I came back to help her I sure looked **. It was in my eyes, she said. An unmistakable look that girls have after getting **. I had to admit it and go through the interrogation about the time of the month and that we had to keep a close eye on it.
As far as I know my grandma never discussed it with my parents. After eight weeks we knew I was home free. She bought me condoms to carry, and suggested I talk my mother into birth control pills. Enjoy your body sweety, but don't get pregnant.
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