My First Time

I turned off the ignition and sat for a moment, my hand still clutching the car keys. I thought about turning the engine back on and driving away. 'This is crazy', I said to myself as I glanced up at the block of flats I had parked outside. My mind was in turmoil and almost overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, sexual arousal and nervousness. I was also tired having hardly slept the night before, lying awake, contemplating my first sexual encounter with a girl.

I thought it would be so easy fulfilling my fantasy. I joined an internet website for like-minded people where I could meet someone and although I met lots of lovely girls, those that I fancied lived too far away, and then one night as if by a miracle, I met the girl I wanted. As I relaxed in the pool, my arms resting on the side of the baths and my body floating on the water, she came walking down the side of the pool. A little shorter than me, slim with shortish curly brown hair and a pretty face, she sauntered down the poolside. Her legs were long and slender and I found myself staring at her crotch. The high thighed swimsuit seemed to emphasize her mound and I couldn't take my eyes of her. Suddenly I noticed her smiling at me and immediately I looked away overwhelmed with guilt. This was a ladies only swimming session designed so that girls could go swimming without men around to ogle and leer and yet here I was doing exactly the same thing.

I deliberately kept my distance from her for the rest of that session but afterwards in the changing room I turned to see that she had chosen a cubicle directly in front of me. Her door was open, like mine - in fact most women kept the doors open or ajar because there was hardly enough room to swing a cat inside anyway. She seemed not to notice me as she sat on the small bench completely naked. I watched as she raised her leg and rested her foot on the edge of the bench to put an ankle sock on. Her pussy was open before me, near naked lips spread wide with just a thin line of dark pubic hair at the top of her mound. I swear it was almost as if it was calling out for me to feast my eager tongue on. I was still staring as if I was in a trance moments later when she stood up and began pulling up her white panties. I felt her eyes upon me again and I turned away feeling ashamed of myself and yet so aroused.

I saw her again the next two weeks running, each time my heart missed a beat as she came into the pool room. It was almost like a schoolgirl crush. Each time she would choose the cubicle opposite me and change out of her swimsuit and into her clothes. And every time I would find myself feasting my eyes on her pussy. Then the following week, after the same routine, we found ourselves side by side at the entrance to the swimming baths. The girl that I regularly went swimming with had gone to get her car and she was waiting for a lift. Suddenly she turned and spoke. "Fancy going for a drink one night?"

I didn't know what to say. I felt flustered - just like a schoolgirl. "Y-e-s," I stammered. "How about next week after swimming?" I replied knowing my friend would not be coming with me then.

She smiled. "See you then....by the way my name is Jen," she said.

"I am an Angie," I replied holding out my hand. She took it and gave me a limp handshake. I was swooning. I was in love!

I was very nervous that night. I walked with her from the swimming baths to a bar just around the corner with all sorts of things running through my mind. 'How was I going to approach her?' 'Was she bisexual?' Were just some of the things constantly nagging at me. As we sat down with our drinks and the questions still haranguing my mind a couple of guys came over to us, much the worse for drink. Jen told them to shove off. I was somewhat surprised and yet admired the way she had handled them.

"That really gets me you know," she said. "They see you without a man and think you are out on the pull. They think you are just a piece of meat!"

"You're not into guys then?" I asked realising that I had found an entrance.

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