The life of a porn addicted housewife.
Monday, July 25, 2005
The First Time
Do you remember the first time you had any form of sexual activity with another person?
Not with yourself, with another person. How old were you? Where were you? Who was the person? Did you enjoy it or did it scare you? Maybe it was both?
I was 13 when I first had anything to do sexually with another person. It was with Christina who was my best friend at the time. I had a playhouse in my backyard that was behind our garage so you couldn’t see it from the house. For years my friends and I had played in that playhouse like normal kids do, but one day things went slightly awry to say the least.
Christina, who was 14 at the time, and I were hanging out in the playhouse talking about boys and school, you know, normal young girl chit-chat. I said that I was bored and Christina suggested that we play house. I thought she had lost her mind! What fun could playing house be when you are 13 and 14 years old? I thought it would be a better idea to go in and watch TV or something. Christina said that she thought it would be fun to pretend to be her parents. I thought that sounded stupid, but not having anything better to do I went ahead with her plan.
She told me to go to the sink (I had a fake kitchen in the playhouse) and pretend I was her mom washing the dishes. She said she would be her dad coming home from work.
“Oh well”, I thought, “I guess it’s better than just sitting here.”
Christina went outside and I went over and pretended to wash the dishes.
Christina walked in and said in a deep voice, “Hey babe, are we alone?” Pretending to be her mother I said “Chris is outside playing.”
Christina walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. She leaned in to me and kissed my neck just under my ear. Let me tell you, I just about jumped out of my skin! Chris laughed and pulled away and asked what I was making for dinner. “Your favorite”, I told her. “Dinner will have to wait a few minutes” she replied as she wrapped herself around me again. She bent her head and softly bit me on the ear as she raised her hands to cup my breasts. I think I stopped breathing at this point. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was being my husband. I didn’t know whether to laugh or run at that point. Chris slowly slid her hands down my stomach and when she got to the bottom of my shirt she lifted it slightly and started tracing circles on my stomach with her fingertips. I realized that had a death grip on the edge of counter and tried to relax. I was a mass of screaming nerve endings as she pulled her hands over my ribs to by breasts. Still behind me, she pulled my shirt over my head. Feeling her hands run across my body was a feeling I had never experienced before. I felt so hot, like my skin was on fire.
I leaned back against her as her hands drifted lower and lower until she reached the top of my jeans. Chris wrapped one of her arms around me and held me tight against her as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She was holding on to me tightly like she thought I was going to try to escape. Trust me, by this time I was not going anywhere! Her hand slipped down into my pants and she ran her fingernails around on my panties. The feeling was simply amazing. I had never even really thought of anything like this before let alone felt it. I remember letting out a whimper when her hand went inside of my panties. I pressed myself back against her as hard as I could. I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered “I love you baby.” I lifted up my leg and put my foot on a step stool we used as chair and she parted my lips with her fingers. By this time I was so wet and hot that I wanted to scream. Her fingers penetrated me sending a shock through my entire body. Even when I had masturbated I had never done that before. I felt like I had become weightless. She pulled her fingers in and out of me and I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt like someone had taken all of the oxygen out of the air. Suddenly my back felt like it was on fire and I started to shake. My stomach muscles knotted up and I slammed myself backwards letting out a yell. I had just experienced my first orgasm at the hands of another person.
I stood there panting as she pulled her hand out of my pants and turned me to face her. She brought her lips to mine and gave me the smallest of kisses repeating the words “I love you baby” over and over again.
Over the next couple of months Christina and I played house many many times. I was always the mom and she was always the dad. No matter how hard I tried though, she would never let me do to her what she did to me. All she would ever say is “That’s not how the game is played.”
About 6 months later Christina and her family moved to another state and I never saw her again. I will never forget her though.
Christina, wherever you are, thank you for a wonderful time.
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Not with yourself, with another person. How old were you? Where were you? Who was the person? Did you enjoy it or did it scare you? Maybe it was both?
I was 13 when I first had anything to do sexually with another person. It was with Christina who was my best friend at the time. I had a playhouse in my backyard that was behind our garage so you couldn’t see it from the house. For years my friends and I had played in that playhouse like normal kids do, but one day things went slightly awry to say the least.
Christina, who was 14 at the time, and I were hanging out in the playhouse talking about boys and school, you know, normal young girl chit-chat. I said that I was bored and Christina suggested that we play house. I thought she had lost her mind! What fun could playing house be when you are 13 and 14 years old? I thought it would be a better idea to go in and watch TV or something. Christina said that she thought it would be fun to pretend to be her parents. I thought that sounded stupid, but not having anything better to do I went ahead with her plan.
She told me to go to the sink (I had a fake kitchen in the playhouse) and pretend I was her mom washing the dishes. She said she would be her dad coming home from work.
“Oh well”, I thought, “I guess it’s better than just sitting here.”
Christina went outside and I went over and pretended to wash the dishes.
Christina walked in and said in a deep voice, “Hey babe, are we alone?” Pretending to be her mother I said “Chris is outside playing.”
Christina walked up behind me and put her arms around my waist. She leaned in to me and kissed my neck just under my ear. Let me tell you, I just about jumped out of my skin! Chris laughed and pulled away and asked what I was making for dinner. “Your favorite”, I told her. “Dinner will have to wait a few minutes” she replied as she wrapped herself around me again. She bent her head and softly bit me on the ear as she raised her hands to cup my breasts. I think I stopped breathing at this point. I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was being my husband. I didn’t know whether to laugh or run at that point. Chris slowly slid her hands down my stomach and when she got to the bottom of my shirt she lifted it slightly and started tracing circles on my stomach with her fingertips. I realized that had a death grip on the edge of counter and tried to relax. I was a mass of screaming nerve endings as she pulled her hands over my ribs to by breasts. Still behind me, she pulled my shirt over my head. Feeling her hands run across my body was a feeling I had never experienced before. I felt so hot, like my skin was on fire.
I leaned back against her as her hands drifted lower and lower until she reached the top of my jeans. Chris wrapped one of her arms around me and held me tight against her as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She was holding on to me tightly like she thought I was going to try to escape. Trust me, by this time I was not going anywhere! Her hand slipped down into my pants and she ran her fingernails around on my panties. The feeling was simply amazing. I had never even really thought of anything like this before let alone felt it. I remember letting out a whimper when her hand went inside of my panties. I pressed myself back against her as hard as I could. I could feel her breath on my neck as she whispered “I love you baby.” I lifted up my leg and put my foot on a step stool we used as chair and she parted my lips with her fingers. By this time I was so wet and hot that I wanted to scream. Her fingers penetrated me sending a shock through my entire body. Even when I had masturbated I had never done that before. I felt like I had become weightless. She pulled her fingers in and out of me and I couldn’t catch my breath. I felt like someone had taken all of the oxygen out of the air. Suddenly my back felt like it was on fire and I started to shake. My stomach muscles knotted up and I slammed myself backwards letting out a yell. I had just experienced my first orgasm at the hands of another person.
I stood there panting as she pulled her hand out of my pants and turned me to face her. She brought her lips to mine and gave me the smallest of kisses repeating the words “I love you baby” over and over again.
Over the next couple of months Christina and I played house many many times. I was always the mom and she was always the dad. No matter how hard I tried though, she would never let me do to her what she did to me. All she would ever say is “That’s not how the game is played.”
About 6 months later Christina and her family moved to another state and I never saw her again. I will never forget her though.
Christina, wherever you are, thank you for a wonderful time.
