My First Time

Charlotte was my first real girlfriend. We'd been dating for six months when our parents allowed us to take a road trip with her older brother and his friend to Great America, an amusement park. After a day of holding hands and riding roller coasters, we fell, exhausted into the backseat of her brother's car. We grabbed an old picnic blanket and decided to nap on the way back. Charlotte was in front of me in her denim mini, and I kissed her ear gently. She carefully reached down and pulled her skirt up and let me do the rest. It was an interesting first time.