Charlie Is My First (Right After He Caught Me Masturbating!): A Younger Woman First Sex Erotica Story

I was mortified! I thought I was alone and instead Charlie walked right in on me while I was masturbating. It was a terribly embarrassing situation but it turned really crazy when he got undressed. Before I knew it, I was having my first sex, and it was breathtaking!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes oral sex, masturbation, deepthroat, first sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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That was when Charlie walked into the room.
My fingers were deep inside of my pussy, and I just stared in shock, unable to move them. My other hand was still on my breast, positioned in mid-pinch but now immobile. I stared at him, stunned into speechlessness, until I finally managed to whisper, “I thought you left with everyone else.”
He didn’t say anything; he just shook his head. For some reason, that made me even more self-conscious. Had he laughed at me or turned bright red and excused himself, I think I would have been able to brush it off a little more easily. But he didn’t. He just shook his head. It was the most absurd situation in the world. I was there, sprawled out on the couch, fingers inside of myself, and I actively tried—desperately tried—to withdraw them from my clenching cavern, but I couldn’t. I was utterly paralyzed, just staring in shock at him, feeling my cheeks color with utter humiliation.
Charlie was my brother’s best friend. It was crazy that he was seeing me naked. Hell, he’d been my brother’s best friend for as long as I could remember. I mean, hell, he used to put bugs in my hair and push me in the mud when I was five or six years old. And now, here I was at nineteen with fingers buried in my cunt right in front of him. It’s crazy, the thoughts that run through your mind at a time like this, but the very first thought that came to my mind was that he was a sexy, sexy, man. He was about four years older than I was, and I didn’t even have the slightest idea about how mortifying the situation had to be for him.
I just stared. Nothing happened for a moment, and then he did what was probably the absolute best thing for me in terms of the level of embarrassment I felt. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. I gasped. My fingers were still in my pussy, unmoving.
Incapable of doing anything else, I managed to breathe out, “Yes.”