My Sex Journal pt1: Nicola SeXStoRY

This is the first story of my sex journal. I apologise for it's length but I feel my back story should be told so that further parts make a little more sense. Please feel free to leave feedback. I was just 14 when I had my first truly sexual experience. At that age I had obviously had sexual eperiences before, kissed and fingered girls, had my dick pulled and so on but looking back now I don't recall any specific instance. So I'll say I was 14 when I had my first REAL sexual experience, an experience I can recall today as clear as the day it happened and that has left it's mark on me to adulthood. I was "raised" in foster care from 8 years old as my mother was a d***k and my father a non-entity. So it was left to the state to look out for me. I had been bounced around foster f****ys until I was 12. None of them could handle me as I was constantly in trouble at school and on the streets and with the Police and had one hell of a short fuse. Eventually Social Services gave up trying to house me and I was placed in a long term c***drens home until I was deemed old enough to look after myself or turned 16 where I could legally leave of my own accord. The home was in a really rundown area. Mostly made up of social housing that was largley abandoned and left to rot. It will come as no surprise that I excelled at being bad in an area that afforded me the run of a town so shitty no one cared what you did there. There were ofcourse small gangs of k**s from the schemes that I would fall in and out with. I mostly hung around with k**s a few years older than me as I looked and acted older than my age. We would spend our nights drinking and smoking hash in some doss house or other until the eldest of our group, Paul, who was around 19 got his own house as his mother was a junkie and had left him and his younger s****r, Nicola who must have been around 17, alone to fend for themselves. The Council had allowed him to keep the flat so that he could raise Nicola in the absence of their mother. I think it's fair to say I never once spoke to Nicola despite liking her, the very fact that she had chosen to stay in school for a fifth and sixth year impressed me. She was a very pretty girl, looked a bit younger than her 17 years as she was quite short and very slim with small but noticable b cup tits. Her hair was a very dark red almost brown which made the contrast of her pale white skin all the more noticable. We would spend most of our time there drinking and trying to fuck the girls that hung around with us late into the night. Nicola didn't seem to like any of us being there in her house when she'd have school in the morning and more often than not would shut herself up in her room emerging periodically to tell us to keep the noise down and then returning to her room slamming the door behind her to our jibes. We were well known to the Police and I was often taken back to the home in the back of their car steaming d***k and stoned and ready for a fight. One night after a particularly disastrous day at school in which I had gotten into a bit of a ruck with a couple of guys I had long standing issues with, the carers had been getting on my back and pushing my buttons to the point I saw red. I had heard it all before "You're ruining your life, if you keep going like this the best you can hope for is prison". Blah fucking blah. I just did not care. I needed to get out of there and away from them. As our bedroom windows did not open to afford an escape route I marched through the kitchen and kicked open the back door and stormed off down the road. I walked around for hours under a red mist not really heading anywhere in particular and knowing the Police would be out on the streets looking for me. I stopped for a while to clear my head and decided I would go to Pauls. I cut accross the fields that would lead into the back of the scheme were he stayed to avoid the Police. It was about 23:00 now and in October in Scotland that meant pitch blackness. I made it to Pauls door without seeing another soul and rapped loudly on the old wooden door. It seemed to take an age before I heard angry mumbling behind the door. I heard Paul exclaim "Oh for fucks sake!" as he spotted me through the spy hole. He opened the door and pulled me in by my collar. "Where the fuck have you been you little cunt? D'you know the cops are looking for you? The bastards have been here twice already". "Sorry mate" I said a bit embarressed "You know what it's like there. Can I crash here tonight? Paul looked at me less angry now, feeling for my plight. "Alright. Doubt they will be back again tonight" he said. "But you can't crash in my room, I've got a tart in there. And Mic's got one in the living room" he said. He turned round and walked down the hall to Nicolas room and knocked the door lightly before entering her room. I could only hear Pauls pleading voice and Nicolas obvious protestations in mumbles. After a moment Paul walked back to where I was standing at the door with an exasperated look on his face. "You can kip on the couch in my wee s****rs room but don't make any noise she's already pretty pissed off I woke her up. And hey, keep your hands to youself!" he said half laughing as he went back to fucking whatever slut he had in there. I laughed back thinking "Aye right, she hates me enough as it is". I walked down the hall to her room suddenly feeling the wieght of the nights events on me and dying to sl**p. I pushed open the already half opened door and entered slowly looking around in the half light. I spotted her bed in the middle of the small room where she was looking in my direction with a scowl on her face. "I'm really sorry about this" I said sheepishly from the doorway. She lay back down not even looking at me when she said "Just go to sl**p, I've got to be up for school in 6 hours". I took this as my cue to shut the fuck up and walked over to the couch against the far wall under the window. There was a lamp post outside that lit up the room in a harsh orangey glow. I did as instructed, removing my shoes and jacket and my t-shirt until I was wearing just my jeans. I lay down on the small couch, my legs hanging off the end and duely fell asl**p despite the noise from both Paul and Mic with their girls. I woke up laying on my side facing Nicolas bed. I don't know how long I had been asl**p but the noise form Pauls room and the living room had stopped and all seemed peacefull. I went to shift position and stopped dead when my tired eyes found Nicolas bed. She was facing away from me, her knees pulled up toward her chest. The sheets were pushed down so that they only just covered her feet. She was wearing a silky looking slip that had ridden so far up her slim pale legs that I could see her smoothe arse cheeks and upper thighs. Both of her arms were at her front and out of view but I could see that her hands were between her legs working her pussy. I lay there perfectly still and watched her delicately run her fingers over her soft lips. I was so hard watching this dirty girl play with her pussy right in front of me with no idea I could see everything. My cock was throbbing and I had to release it. I reached down slowly and undid my button fly as quietly as I could until my dick sprung out of my fly. I gripped my length hard and tugged it slowly while Nicola continued to rub her slick pussy lips with one hand and her clit with the other. She was working it faster now, I could hear the tacky sound her sticky lips made as they met and parted under her finger power. She was breathing heavier now, face turned down whimpering into her pillow. I was now rubbing the pre-cum over my swollen head thinking about how wet her cunt must be. My eyes were drawn to the floor where her school uniform lay exactly where she slipped out of it, highlighted by the glow from the lamp post. I spotted her knickers there inside her short skirt. The thought of her wearing those panties all day at school yesterday, dripping into them, sweating into them, feeling them ride up her damp snatch was driving me wild. I wanted to hold them in my hands and smell her bitter sweet juices from them. Before I knew what I was doing I leaned over and grabbed them and returned to my position and lay dead still, waiting to see if she had heard me move. She now moved her right arm behind her to her arse and reached down to part her cheeks. I heard the sucking noise as her slot opened up to allow her working hand to sink deeper into her hole. I brought her dirty pants up to my face and eyed the gusset. It was clear even in the low light there was a damp patch. I put it to my nose and breathed deep. Her scent filled my nostrils and my wanking arm responded instantly tugging furiously on my cock. Nicola was really going at it too. She now had her legs open and fingers buried deep in her young pussy. Moaning a little louder now and pumping her hand in and out. I could feel my balls tighten as I sniffed her pussy cream and worked my dick. I knew I was close to blowing my load and wrapped those dirty, sweaty, sticky knickers round my helmet. Nicola was close too I could tell. Her arse cheeks were tensing in rythym with her finger fucking, pulling her hand deeper in. Her breathing was ragged now as she moaned into her pillow. We both worked harder and faster and I soon heard her high pitched squeels as she came, her arse and legs twitching sporadically. That was enough to send me over the edge. With a few quick pumps of my fist my cock blew out a massive load of hot thick spunk in her smelly panties, over the gusset and arse. After I came I was aware of how quiet it had become. Nicolas breathing had slowed and she looked relaxed. As I sat there with her knickers wrapped around my member dripping spunk Nicola rolled over to face me. My heart stopped as she stared at me wide eyed, her dirty knickers around my dick. I could only manage "I...I'm sorry" I was utterley speachless and scared of what was about to happen, the scream that was on it's way out of her throat. But it never came. I noticed she was looking at my cock still encased in her underwear. I looked down too and removed them embarrassed saying again "I'm sorry" it occured to me then that my dick might have been the first she had ever seen in the flesh. She looked me in the eye and held out her hand to me, motioning for me to hand them over. I reached over and did as asked and sat back down resigned to the fact I was about to get a kicking from my now former friends. But I was astonished as she drew them up to her face as I had done. She saw all of my now fluid cum drenching her dirty underwear. She put the gusset to her mouth rubbing my semen on her lips, her eyes closed as she let out another sigh. She continued to stare at me, looking right into my eyes and unnerving me further. I was surprised that she now had the ghost of a smile on her face. Her pretty mouth twisted as she lightly bit her lower lip as an idea seemed to cross her mind. She swung her feet out of the bed so that she was now sitting up on the edge, her sopping wet knickers in her hand. I did the same on the couch so that we were now facing each other just a few feet across, my semi-hard cock still out of my unbuttoned fly. She lunged at me then, so fast that I flinched, straddling me with her hands on my shoulders pushing me back against the couch. She placed her hands on my face and held my gaze for what seemed like forever and then pressed her plump soft lips against mine. She kissed me hard slipping her tounge into my mouth. I felt her hand reach down to my dick and grab it. She breathed a deep sigh into my mouth as she massaged me back to full hardness. I had until now sat back and let her do all this but as I felt myself rigid again I decided I wanted to feel her wet tightness on me for the first time in my life. I grabbed my dick and tried to guide it to her hole but she stopped me, smiling she simply said "no". I withdrew my hand and allowed her to continue. Nicola grabbed her ditrty panties with one hand and began rubbing them into her slit as she wanked me with the other. She was kissing me harder now not withdrawing to breath. I found the moister of her breath and the urgency of her tongue very erotic. There was a kind of desperate sexual urge to it that told me she wanted me more than anything which is an amazing feeling. She was fully pressed against me now, her small but firm tits against my chest as she pulled me almost painfully against her little bush while she upped the pace on her cunt rubbing hand. Her legs began to tremble and tense again as I sensed her second orgasm arriving. The sensation of my cock head rubbing on her pussy hair had me close to blowing out again. We were now breathing heavily and trembling in unison at the point of cumming still making intense eye contact. She was now pistoning my dick so hard I shot my second load of spunk into her dark bush. As she felt my semen cover her pubes she began to tremble and tense uncontrollably. Her mouth held still open just milimeters from mine, she closed her eyes shut tight as she ground out an intense orgasm from her hot fanny spilling her creamy cum onto her already ruined pants. She stayed straddling me for quite a while kissing me softly on the lips and my neck from time to time, her panty wrapped hand stil cupping her fanny lips and every now and again brushing against my spent meat. We continued this closeness for quite some time, feeling sl**py and sated together until she stood up awkwardly, returned to her bed and lay down in the same position she had been in when I had first entered her room. I sat back on the couch and re-sheathed my soaking and sticky dick into my jeans. After an hour or so watching Nicola drift back to sl**p, panties still in her hand tucked snuggly into her breast, I decided to leave. I left quickly not wanting to see anyone on the way out. I walked back to the home that morning not caring that there would be trouble waiting for me. I just couldn't stop thinking about Nicolas sweet, young pussy. I made a mental note to do everything I could to fuck her. From then on every time I was in Pauls house Nicola and I would share a knowing look and once she beckoned me to the toilet, when I got there she wasn't there but she had left me a gift. Right there on the floor were her pink cotton knickers, sodden at the gusset and pregnant with her intoxicating scent. I never did get to fuck Nicola and have no idea where in the world she is today but that experience has left a massive mark on my sexual identity. Nicola would set the tone for my sexual appetites unto this very day, my attraction to very petite women who I tower over, a love of a womens wetness captured on her underwear and a liking for clandestine meetings. Thankyou Nicola.