Hi everyone, I'm Lacey. Fossy wanted me to write something for you to help introduce myself before his story begins next week, and so I thought what better to write about than my very first time. So across this post and tomorrow I will share with you some of my very personal experiences. I hope you enjoy reading about them.
Lace xxx
PS. And thanks to Fossy for the pics 
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Lacey’s First Time …
I was not an ‘easy’ girl. You know, the type that sees losing her virginity as a challenge from about the age of 14. But, having said that I was not prudish either, far from it. I guess what I’m saying is that I had a fair amount of sex for a girl of my age when I was growing up, but losing my virginity … well not only did I
NOT consider that a challenge, I actually wanted it to be pretty special.
That said, I thought I would share one of my most intimate moments with you all. Was it special? Well, I thought so.
I was one of those girls whose birthday was early in the school year and so, by the time my A level results were published (Three A*’s and two A’s – I guess that’s why MI6 noticed me) I had been ‘of age’ for several months.
Kurt Harbinger was my Advanced Calculus teacher (My A levels were in Maths, Further Maths, Advanced Calculus and Stats, Computer Science and Physics – yes really).
‘Harbinger of doom’ he was called by some in the class, those who found his lessons hard I guess, but not me. We sort of had a special relationship, one that could so easily have gone off the rails, but it didn’t. I respected him academically, but I fancied the jeans off him outside of class (and inside too if you must know).
So, when my A level results were out, and I had officially left high school, Mister Harbinger, Kurt, wanted to meet outside of the classroom and take me for a pizza (in my teenage mind the words ‘take me’ would have sufficed perfectly well, though I did like a nice thin crust Margherita!).
The evening had been ‘nice’. Yep, that’s the word, nice. I wanted it to be nice of course but as the evening wore on (My mum and dad thought I was out with a few friends) I wanted more, much more.
But, as Mister Harbinger, ‘please call me Kurt’, he had said, paid the check and our coats were returned, the half a bottle of white wine that I had drank was making me feel more than a little sad that our night out was over, and I might never see this “Harbinger of all things erotic” ever again.
Then my mouth began to dominate my brain.
“Let’s stay over somewhere …”
What the fuck! Did I really just say that?
His face … a picture … “I can call home and say I am staying at Rose’s house,” I quickly added as if to seal the deal.
To say he readily agreed would have been an overstatement, but fifteen minutes later we were in an Uber and Kurt (it turns out that Mister Harbinger was only 26, just 8 short years older than I was … yayyyy!) smiled and muttered to the driver “Crown Plaza please.” Was that a knowing look on the cabby’s face? Honestly, I couldn’t have cared less. I had never been so excited in my short life. Would this be my first time?
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We arrived at the Crown Plaza and Kurt paid the fare. I hesitated, looking up at the hotel. I knew that if I entered, I was accepting what was about to happen. I was only 18 years old and this older man was my former teacher.
And again, what the fucking fuck!
“Are you alright?” Kurt asked. I nodded. “Yes, I think so. Am I a stupid, Kurt?”
“What? No, you are my beautiful girl. How can you be stupid?”
“For entering the lion’s den, with you?”
“Am I a lion, then?” He quickly said.
“Probably,” I said and he laughed.
“Then, my lioness, please enter!”
Taking a deep breath, I got out of the Uber and entered the hotel, holding his arm. We walked up to the reception desk and Kurt checked in. The girl on the desk gave me a withering look, which I returned.
“What floor are we on?” I asked, like it made a difference.
“Fifth, why?”
“I hope the view is nice.” He grinned,
“It will be, I promise.” His tone was as lascivious as his words.
We took the ride and got out at the 5th floor. There was no kissing and groping in the elevator and it wasn’t like we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. I was just so nervous and possibly that transferred itself to my impending ‘first time’.
The corridor was long and had a deep red carpet stretching off to infinity. Kurt stopped at room 507 and opened the door. It was a large room with a huge double bed. An en-suite bathroom was off to one side, and the room had a balcony overlooking the river.
“Your bath, milady!” he said, pointing towards the bathroom. I stood looking out of the window for a moment or two.
Was I playing for time? He came from behind and wrapped his arms around me.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I was thinking that I’m a little bit nervous, how about you?”
“I’m thinking how great my view is,” he said with a dirty laugh. I turned and found myself in his arms looking up into those deep blue eyes of his.
My God, you are so beautiful, Lacey!”
Then he kissed me, or, to be honest, we kissed, for I needed no second invitation to return his embrace. I had wanted this for so long and when I felt him pull down the zipper on my dress so that it fell off my body and tumbled to the floor, I didn’t care. He then lifted me and carried me to the bed.
As he laid me down, we were still kissing, his fingers brushing my breasts as he removed my lace bra. I was so pleased that I had chosen a matching set of Victoria’s Secret white lace lingerie to wear.
In his hands I was helpless. He lowered his lips to my breasts and took a hardening nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. I arched my back and moaned, the feelings I experienced were completely new, while somewhere in my mind the alarm bells rang unheeded. He lost his jacket and shirt, and I found myself clawing at his firm shoulders as his kisses brought me to a place I’d never been before. He slipped my panties down, and suddenly I was naked all for him.
My bare shaved pussy was more than ready. He smiled at me and, before I could stop him, he lowered his head and had placed his tongue against that tender spot. Aware that my juices were flowing I pulled his head away from my crotch, watching as he removed his jeans.
His cock looked enormous, but then again, I’d not seen many. I reached out and touched it, as if to reassure myself that this was really happening. It was hard but felt spongy. He’d been circumcised and clear liquid was seeping out of the little hole into the purple head. I drew him close and took him in my mouth, breathing in his musky maleness. I knew now I was going to have him inside me this night, and I couldn’t wait!
Kurt moaned and pulled free of my lips.
“Fuck, stop Lacey. It feels too good, I’ll cum too quickly!” he said, gasping. I just knelt there, desperately wanting him, yet fearful as well. Was I doing this right?
“Kurt, do you have anything?” I said. He smiled and took a condom from his pocket (he was actually prepared for this!).
He rolled it onto his erection and I stared at it. He was long and so thick, I hoped I was big enough for him. He lay beside me, gently stroking my cheek.
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t!” he said.
“God no …”
“No?” he said as his eyes widened.
“What, no, I mean yes, yes I want you to.” I said, rolling onto my back and opening my legs. “Do it, before I change my mind!”
******
And he did it, over and over again until I was truly deflowered.
“We should have put towels on the sheets,” I whispered as we lay exhausted in each other's arms.
“Hmmmm, maybe you’re right,” he agreed as we both considered the red stain that marked the loss of my so called virtue.
To be continued tomorrow with Part II of ‘My First Time’ – Where my true self is discovered …
