Sometimes losing your virginity isn’t as romantic as you think it’d be. I taught my girl that lesson well enough…

My name is Damien, I won’t give out my last name for privacy reasons. I have dark hair, icy blue eyes, and a couple of freckles here and there. I always have my hair in a downward style. I have short hair, some of it’s pushed behind my ears, and the bangs hang infront of my face. I’m around 5’6 and a pretty fit guy.

My girlfriend’s name is Sierra, we’ve been together for three years. She has long brown hair, dark hazel eyes, and her skin is flawless. She has the pouty lips, nicely shaped. She’s 4’9, only making her cuter. She has curves like I’ve never seen, thick thights, and a C36 bra size. That’s fun on my part. She’s always wearing bright colors and batting her long eyelashes at me, it brightens my day.

The only thing wrong with her is she thinks its funny to send me pictures of her in only her bra, or undies. She also thinks its funny to send me text messages that are dirty, yet she never once mentioned she wanted to lose her virginity to me. She always played around with my mind, she knew she had the upper hand. I would never cheat on her, and she knew that. So she thought she was in the clear of dangling sex infront of me, and having me paw at it like a cat. Well, one night I called her over, told her my parents were away and I wanted to spend time with her.

She believed me and came over, she wore the lime green dress she loved, and her white tenneshoes. Her hair done in a messy, yet cute, bun with a matching headband. She plopped her hyper self onto the couch right next to me, and snuggled close.