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I was 12 when I first started talking to him. I was in Canada, he was in Australia, and he was also just under 3 years older than me. I was entering pueberty and he was too, so of course we started our friendship and courtship with embarassing questions, like the description of the smell of my vagina, and the texture of the skin on his testicals. He was the only person I trusted in those days. A random victim of the internet. The friendship was strong, and it eventually turned into love. I graduated at 17 years old and had recieved a Govener General award for having the highest average in my graduating class, as well as $1000 that went with it. As soon as I realized how much money I had in my posession, I began to plan my trip to Australia to meet him.



It was agonizing saving up, working 2 jobs, organizing and planning everything, and eventually borrowing roughly $3000 (Canadian) from my Grandfather.



It was April 2007, and I was 18. The 27th, when I met my Matthew for the very first time. He stood up when he saw me, and waved. To hold him for the first time... Knowing him for 6 years, and finally proving to not only myself, but everyone else, he was REAL. I could smell his soap and detergent. I could hear his heartbeat as I clung to him, muttering to him and myself that it really was him... I could almost not believe it. But the thing I noticed the most was that he was pulling his hips away from me. He was still holding me, pulling his fingers through my hair, but he was avoiding contact below the waist.



Our first kiss was in his bedroom, where the computer was. I was online to tell my family and friends I had landed safely, and we were on webcam together to show everybody, yes, I was safe, yes, he was real. We were talking with my "brother" (very gay, very close friend) and my mother. It was awkward and unexpected. It re-enforced our nervous tension.



I insisted on sleeping in the lounge room that night. I was aching to sleep in his bed with him, but I didn\'t want him to think I was ... cheap. After talking to him, he couldn\'t sleep because he thought I didn\'t like him. I told him that I just wanted to jump into bed with him, and he said that I was definately welcome to do so.



The second night I was there, I had been drinking with him and his roommate, and we decided to retire to his room.



As I turned off the bedroom light, but the moon was shining brightly through the window. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and began to kiss my neck. I tilted my head back and kissed him full on for the very first time. We were both very out of practice, I must admit, but we quickly caught onto each others kissing style.



He turned me around slowly so I wasn\'t breaking my neck, and held me close to him. This time he didn\'t try to pull his hips away, and I felt his penis touching my thigh. I shifted my leg slightly to acknowlege his arousal and kissed him again and again and again. He began to strip me and lead me to the bed.



As he took off my top, he felt all along my ribs and waist which happen to be very ticklish and I jerked away. The look on his face broke my heart and I told him, "It\'s okay, I\'m just ticklish there. You need to be rough with me there." and kissed him again as he followed my advice. He murmured into the kiss that he loved me. I\'d been there two days and he loved me.



I murmured it back, and then things changed.



We began to kiss more openly, more urgently, and I caught hold of his lip between my teeth, nibbling softly. I encouraged him to take off my bra, and as he did, I brought my travelling hands down slowly to his crotch.



By this time, we were on the bed and exploring each other\'s bodies. He discovered that I enjoy biting and nibbling very much, and I found that scratching down his back would make him shiver and his erection which was now grinding against my leg and hand, twitch.



I straddled him and told him, "Matthew, I want to."



He asked me if I was sure, and if I was ready. I told him that I was ready years ago, but I was waiting for him. Yes, I was a virgin.



I kissed down his body and undid his pants and took a mental note he was wearing satin underwear, and there was a very wet, sticky spot where his head was. I licked the head through the fabric very suddenly and very quickly after a few moments of doing nothing but touch his chest. He gasped and swore under his breath. I pulled his underwear down over his erection and lifted my skirt to reveal two secrets : I wasn\'t wearing panties, and I was shaved.



I straddled myself on his thigh so he could feel how wet I was. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom. I laughed at him and said, "You were betting on this!" and he admitted it, sheepishly.



I let him put the condom on and as soon as he was done, I straddled him up higher, and I told him that I might need some help. After some of that initially struggling with a virgin, we were well on our way.



I must admit, neither of us lasted that long.







I woke up beside him with the sun on our faces, and I knew that I was home.