My First Boyfriend and My First Handjob

First and foremost, I am VERY sorry about the massive delay in posts here. There has been some drama going on in my life where I've not really felt like writing or doing anything at all, but as always the show must go on! So here is the next entry...

Edan stayed true to his word, and three weeks after the morning we kissed, he arrived in Sydney. Every night we'd spend hours on the phone, at least 3 hours each night. I don't even remember what we'd talk about. He'd often rant about nonsense to make me laugh, or say beautiful things about me. He was definately a man who knew his way with words. He said he knew he wasn't going to get sex from me, and was not expecting it and therefore wouldn't even bring condoms! Whilst I appreciated the gesture, I thought it quite irresponsible.
So three weeks later, I hurried home from school and packed my bag for the weekend, giggling with my cousin as she helped me get ready. Being 17, I wasn't able to drive yet so she was driving me to the hotel. She dropped me off, wished me luck and told me not to have sex. I hadn't been more excited in my life. I longed to see him, to touch him. To see my boyfriend. The words I had always wanted to say and hear out a loud, "I have a boyfriend."
I approached the front desk and asked them to page his room. After what seemed like forever, the elevator doors opened and there he stood, arms outstretched. I ran over and leapt into his arms grinning. The second the elevator doors closed he pushed me up against the elevator walls and kissed me passionately. My knees started to buckle as I had told him of this fantasy nearly every night. It's a kiss I'll never forget, the first kiss from my boyfriend as my boyfriend.
The entire weekend was incredible. We did nothing but entwine with each other and kiss all day and all evening. Every touch on my skin I shuddered with pleasure, he had magic hands. Though it was our first weekend together, I let him perform oral on me. I didn't really feel slutty, as I had been doing it with Gemma previously. He never pushed or pressured me to do anything, much to my amazement. I had decided I wanted to touch his cock, I suppose out of fascination more than anything. However I refused to look at it, so I only put my hand down his boxer shorts. I guess I was kind of scared to see it. They had always seemed so frightening to me, even pictures made me squirm, and not in the pleasant way. I was amazed when I first wrapped my hands around his hard cock.
"Wow, it really is hard, isn't it!" I exclaimed. He laughed at my bemusement as I continued to touch it in fascination. I couldn't believe how hard penises got, they were like wood! Which I suppose explained the term "woody". As my long delicate fingers poked and prodded his penis, I came to a sudden realisation that I had no idea how to give a handjob. I thought about what felt good on my skin, so I slowly ran my fingertips from the base of his penis to the head. Being the open girl I was, I told him I had no idea how to give a handjob, and he said that it didn't matter and it felt nice what I was doing anyway.
I cried when I dropped him at the station and refused to blink so I could stare at him just that little bit longer...

The handjob situation made me realise that I didn't actually know a whole lot about how to be great at sex, besides the attitude which I had down pretty well. I knew how to use my femininity, but where was my technique? This is when my research began on how to be the best lover I could be. I wanted to be the girl every boy talked about years and years after being with me. I wanted to be the girl who gave the best everything.


-Endrin-