One of the most memorable events in my life was the first time I gave a blowjob. His name was Phil, and we were in a film appreciation class together my sophomore year. He invited me for coffee in the student cafeteria one night after we’d seen a sensual foreign film. As we drank our coffee, we talked about our views on sexuality, love, marriage and virginity. I told him how I intended on keeping my virginity till I was married, when I met the right man.
The lustful look in his eyes dimmed as he listened. He stopped me and said, “Listen, Connie, I’m really, really attracted to you, and while I fully appreciate your virginal intent, you do know there are other things that couples can share and do to express their feelings toward each other besides vaginal penetration?”
As he spoke, his hand caressed my knee under the table. I sensed immediately that I was in trouble. I was very turned on. But nothing further happened that night, since it was getting late and we both had early classes in the morning.
By our third date I’d held onto my virginity and was confident when we went out to eat at a nice restaurant, where I had a drink or two before we went parking at the overlook outside town. Other couples were there, and their cars rocked a little and their windows were steamed shut as indication of what they were doing.
We kissed a little. Then, as Phil gave me some sensual nibbles, he whispered in my ear, “Let’s get comfy in the back seat.”
Despite my apprehension, I consented, and soon we were in back kissing wildly while touching and caressing each other. Phil took my hand and guided it to his crotch. I squeezed it playfully. He ran his hand up my leg and rubbed my crotch under my skirt. I felt myself moisten and didn’t protest when he started pulling my pantyhose down, giving him access to my panty crotch.
His rubbing had me on the verge of climax when he gasped, “Oh Connie, I don’t want to come in my pants. Take my cock out.” So I did. I loved how it throbbed in my hand. He started pushing my head down to it, but I said I didn’t know how. “Maybe I should just stroke it,” I said.
“No, it’s not the same,” he panted. “Please, Connie.”
“Okay,” I said finally.
Awkwardly and nervously, I leaned down to it. Phil leaned back against the seat. I blew cool breath across the head and saw the veins leaping and pulsing. It amazed me to realize the power I had over him at that moment. I opened my mouth and closed my lips around the tip, then swirled my tongue over it. He shot his hips upward, driving his hard cock to the back of my throat. I gagged and quickly pulled my head away.
“Oh no, don’t pull away,” he pleaded. Since he’d gotten me off with his fingers, I reasoned that I owed him in turn, so again I sank down, swirling my tongue, and engulfed as much as I could. I tasted his salty precome. “Suck me, baby, please,” he urged, and I finally caught on and began to suck him. More precome leaked from the tip. I began to bob my head while I sucked, my saliva providing lubrication. I was having fun!
When I caressed his balls lightly he lost it, shouting, “Oh God, Connie, I’m coming!” I was surprised by the way his body shuddered when he came. His cock pulsed, and the tip seemed to flare a millisecond before I felt his come shoot in my mouth and down my throat. I gulped as fast as I could to keep up, and he held my head still until he finished, then let go. I fell away, gasping for breath.
We dated till the end of the semester, when Phil broke up with me, probably for a girl who would fuck. But I didn’t care. By then I was addicted to the taste of semen—while still a virgin!
Since then I’ve given literally hundreds of blowjobs, including a whole bunch of guys in one night at a frat party. I’ve also blown professors, teaching assistants and strangers, and I have loved each and every one. My college education has certainly been memorable, but that first one is still the most memorable one for me.
—C.L., Columbus, Ohio