First time

I was 15    
it was my first "big" summer party.    
     
I was alone, sanding by the wall.    
     
You, older, 20?    
You, strawberry blond hair,    
tanned legs, and a not so shy smile.    
     
From across the room,    
you walked up to me and said,    
"Follow me."    
     
I did.    
     
Behind the closed door, you undid one button after another,    
pushed my shirt off my shoulders;    
it hung down from the waist of my jeans.    
     
 You said,    
"Unbutton me."    
     
I did.    
     
Your blouse hung undone from your cut off jeans;    
you weren't wearing a bra;    
your breasts were small;    
your nipples were perfect.    
     
You knelt before me,    
removed my sandals,    
undid the three buttons of my jeans;    
and slid them to my ankles.    
     
As you stood, you said,    
"Remove mine."    
     
I did.    
     
Your flip-flops were tossed aside,    
and I slid your tight cut offs down to your feet.    
     
You smiled, stepped out of your cut offs, and said,    
"Step out of yours."    
     
I did.    
     
You hooked your thumb in the waist of my boxers,    
pulled them out from my waist,    
hooked your big toe in the waist,    
and pushed them down to my feet.    
     
You said,    
"Step out of them."    
     
I did.    
     
You said,    
"Your turn, remove mine."    
     
I did but not the way you removed mine.    
I used both hands, running them down your legs.    
Your bikinis slid to your feet.    
and you stepped out of them.    
     
The tan of your legs went all the way up    
showing that you were a natural strawberry blond.    
     
Using your hands, you pull me back to standing,    
stopping me from staring.    
     
You moved your mouth to mine,    
kissed me,    
and pressed your tongue in to my mouth.    
     
You said    
"Kiss me back."    
     
I did    
and our tongues caressed each other.    
     
Your hand wrapped around me    
and led me to the bed.    
     
You said    
"Follow me."    
     
I did, considering what your hand was gripping,    
how could I not?    
     
And sat next to you.    
     
You laid back on the bed, separated your legs,    
and said, "Touch me."    
     
I did,    
laying next to you,    
my fingers massaged you.    
     
Your other hand went around my waist    
gripped my butt cheek, hard.    
     
You said    
"Hold me closer to you."    
     
I did    
my hand gripped your butt cheek,    
we pulled together,    
I felt your nipples touch my chest,    
while your hand stroked me,    
and my finger rubbed you.    
     
You said,    
"Move you finger."    
     
I did    
and you guided me in.    
     
You said.    
"Fuck me."    
     
I did.