Chronicles of a daring girl

My name is Rebeca Gonzalez, I’m a 23 years old girl currently living in Texas. My parents are a conservative couple from Colombia hence the last name.

Standing a 5’10 I’m aware that I’m very tall for a girl, especially a Latina. My eyes are very dark, my hair is also dark but in contrast with my tanned skin it looks lighter than it really is. My breasts are small, b cup, pretty cute whatsoever and I have a very big butt that earned me lots of comments back in high school. Nicki Doria they used to call me.

Until my late teenage years my parents didn’t let me hang out with boys. They wanted me to go to university and then get married before having sex, my father never even mentioned the word in front of me, it was mother’s job to educate me on the matter. Of course as I grew up I made some friends and we chatted about it in school but that’s about it.

I was pretty bad at school and never managed to get far in my studies so my parents accepted that I was going to work at the family restaurant for longer than they had predicted, but they forgot that I was no longer a kid and never stopped treating me like one.

Eventually I got depressed from that restricted life full of rules and orders. Seeing my friends going to parties, meeting boys some getting married. It was all very difficult for me. After months of crying watching romantic movies late at night I decided I wanted to try sex. I only lost my virginity 3 years ago with a random guy I met at a bar.

His name was Jonathan, a boy from Dominican Republic. I absolutely loved it. Not Jonathan nor the sex but the experience of disobedience. It was 7 months ago, my parents were out of town and my friends invited me to go out. My older brother who was much more open minded. Didn’t care about my parents orders and let me go out.

Jonathan was much taller than me. Not sure exactly how tall he was but I’d say at least 6’4. His skin was slightly darker than mine and he was built like an athlete. At the time I didn’t find him very attractive but he was the first boy who came to me, we had many things in common but most importantly I was too scared to miss my opportunity so we went to one my friend’s house and it happened.

His penis wasn’t very attractive, it was very large, veiny and it hurt me a lot. The penetration was difficult. But now I cherish those memories. Many times I’ve touched myself thinking about that night. The feeling of having a boy seeing my baked body, touching me, loving me. It was so exciting...

I never saw Jonathan again. I was very afraid of my parents and he didn’t insist much either. But I wanted more, I needed more of that feeling. I’m suffering alone again.