First fumble
Kissing and cuddling, today don't feel the same, her hands are going lower, what is this kinda game
She whispers lets do it, let's have sex in your parents room, I gulped drowning in wave of fear, she's here to seal my doom
I know she's had sex before, she told me on some date, I'm still a virgin, cursed by the hands of fate
I'm such a shy young boy, girls scared me this was true, but soon I'll be a real man, if I can see this through
We go into the bedroom, her jumper comes off so quick, her bra takes me ages, the clasp just seems to stick
She laughs and assists me, I'm staring at her tits, she puts my hands upon them, I stroke them for a bit
I pull off her pink knickers, she's just standing there, I'm looking at her pussy, it has soft and curly hair
I slide off my trousers, so I'm naked just the same, she pulls me towards her, we start the mating game
I didn't know what to touch, I'm the kid in a candy shop, so many things I gropped at, she said calm down, relax, just stop
She laid on my parents bed, she guided me inside, I seemed to be over on a flash, with shame I could have died
She held me in her loving arms, she smiled into my face, control comes with practice, remember sex is not a race
Each time I improved, I've learnt to hold my seed inside, but I remember my first attempt, the day I wished I died
I guess most people fumble, they stumble their first time, in years to come, you'll laugh it off, but I remember mine
Ron
