The First Time I Was Eaten Out
David was the first of everything for me.
What? I was.
Sometimes memories are so intense and vivid in your mind that they can come back to you with such force it’s like it happened yesterday, and I tingle just writing about it.
Getting eaten out for the first time is a big deal.
I was scared, like I think a lot of women are scared about a guy going down on them for the first time.
I was afraid he would think I smelled bad, I was afraid he wouldn’t like my hairy pussy, and I was afraid I’d do something crazy embarrassing like fart on him while he was down there.
So when David went from kissing my lips to kissing a line down my chest, toward my navel and then past it, I tensed up.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to eat your pussy,” David said.
“Uhh, okay,” I said after a moment of hesitation, and then I laid back down and tried to relax.
At first it felt like going to the gynecologist because I had to constantly keep telling myself to relax and let my legs fall to the sides so he could get at me.
My heart was pounding, I was sweating in the summer heat of his bedroom, and I couldn’t believe someone was about to put their mouth where I pee.
And then he made contact.
I remember he gently parted my lips with his fingers and then licked a trail from my vagina to clit with the lightest touch of the tip of his tongue and it was a zinger that had me practically flying off the bed.
“Relax,” he whispered, his breath on my pussy making me shiver, and then he went to it.
He was gentle, slow, tracing his tongue around my clit and between the folds of my labia, and then he started moving faster, flicking his tongue over my clit and I was starting to feel like I was going to come, but he wasn’t done.
David inserted two fingers into my dripping vagina and started pumping them in and out as he licked me harder and faster, and I could help it, as timid as I was when this all began minutes earlier, now I was lifting my ass off the bed and pushing my pussy into his face because I wanted more.
I came spectacularly.
It was the best orgasm of my life thus far, and I lay back panting, and we talked.
“You liked that, huh?” David asked.
“Um, yeah,” I laughed.
“I told you, you just have to relax.”
“It’s hard to relax when your nose is that close to my butthole,” I joked.
“I love the way your pussy smells,” David said, looking into my eyes — and I believed him.
Believing him changed everything for me.
All the reservations that I’d had about men going down on me were gone.
I finally trusted that a man wants to put his mouth on my pussy as much as I want to gobble up his penis.
I love everything about the way sex tastes and smells (as long as people are clean!) and I could finally let go and believe that a person would love the taste and smell of me, too.
That, my friends, was a priceless lesson.
After that, it was much easier to spread my legs and let go, and when someone wants to go down on me now, I don’t hesitate to take them up on the offer.
I’ll always be grateful to David for opening me up sexually in so many ways, and I hope that you had, or will have someone in your life who was as gentle with you the first time, too.
Because cunnilingus rocks.
We need a bumper sticker for that.