All Chapters of First-time Experiences: Dreamy, messy or Disappointing?: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My rather slim and not exactly muscular statue and my almost 1.80m made it easy for the refreshing water and so my whole body was wet after a short time. I reached out my hand for the shampoo, which was kept in a small metal basket, which was fixed in one of the corners and the contents of which consisted of all kinds of care, cosmetic and shower utensils. After a short search I found the bottle and put a little of it directly on my head, which was decorated with short, dark blond hair. Slowly and almost massaging, I rubbed the viscous liquid, which soon became very frothy, on my head and scalp. Meanwhile, my thoughts kept wandering to the upcoming party at which the gender proportions sho

When we finally arrived there were already quite a few people. Most of them from the environment, some of which we knew well, fleetingly or at least by sight. A few unfamiliar faces, both male and female, were also mixed in. The mood was already quite exuberant and from everywhere you could hear the most varied bits of conversation from the conversations. Sometimes it was about work or studies, sometimes about men, sometimes about women, sometimes about general issues. A mixed mix of people resulted in a mixed mix of conversations. The beach where the party took place was near the local fi

When she let go of me again and sat down normally, she looked deep into my eyes again. Does she now expect me to do it, too, for me to say something? Should I take her hand or not? My insecurity overwhelmed me again. I tried to turn away a little before she noticed I was blushing again. Her gaze had become different, more penetrating and, for me, not assignable. Maybe it was just the alcohol that we both had a little more to talk about. Everything around me was forgotten and no longer existed. 

Claudia, Andrea, Lars and David stared spellbound. David was just about to say: "At last it's ...", but he couldn't get any more, because Andrea punched him quite roughly on his shoulder to make it clear to him that he should be quiet. Apparently she was afraid that every word that was spoken about it could destroy this moment.I could now clearly smell her sweet but not too intrusive perfume. Coupled with the apple smell of her hair, it almost seemed like an aphrodisiac to me. Slowly and still uncertainly I came closer to

Instead of thinking about how I could get rid of this increasing stiffness, I just hoped to be able to distract myself somehow, so that it would not come to the catastrophe and the associated ejaculation or she could get the idea to get up now . This would reveal my tent that I had already set up and that would be very uncomfortable for me. But to take the game a little further, she pretended to be uncomfortable from time to time and only moved so much that she could be sure that my pants would hear every movement, which accordingly a short rearing up of my increasingly stiff penis and the corresponding stab in her back was acknowledged.