OK. I'm gonna try it this way.
Here's my first time:
I was living with my mother in a Florida condo that had a mixture of permanent residents and vacationers. It was almost a sport for my best friend and I to hit on the vacation girls, who were always looking for a story and a crush to bring home to school.
We were the wrong side of the tracks guys they met a thousand miles from Michigan. While the condo was dressed up nice with a heated jacuzzie, boat docks and finely trimmed shrubs, it's permanent residents were a pathwork of broken families, heavy drinkers and kids who spent weekends in jail. I was one of those kids.
They were all suburban girls-- the daughters of doctors and lawyers with designer jeans and lip gloss lips.
Except Jenny. She didn't come down with her successful parents, but with the elderly aunt and uncle with whom she lived. I never found much out about her parents, except that she didn't have much to do with them.
Instead of make up and lip gloss, Jenny wore pretty freckles and a plain sad smile.
But the thing I'll never forget about her, is the limp she had in one of her ivory slim legs. They were beautiful, but like her smile, spoke of a sadness in her life that she would never escape.
We went to my room and made out on the shag rug (it was the 1970's), two lonely kids desperately trying to be slick-smooth lovers, but even more wanting to quench our desperate needs for human love and touch. Jenny was a good kisser, willing to take the time to explore and trade the wet touches of tongues.
Then I reached up her shirt-- always the moment of truth. At that age, you never knew who was going to put a stop to it right then. When I got to her breast, Jenny took my wrist and pulled it out of her shirt. I figured that was where we would stop, and leaned over to give Jenny a kiss to let her know it was OK.
Except Jenny didn't sink into my arms, in impasse, as I thought she would.
Instead, she leaned back, looked into my eyes, and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts, like her, were pretty. Small, round, and with beautiful soft, pink nipples. But more erotic was the look in her eyes, as she sat half-naked in front of a boy she had met only two days before. It was a look that said she wanted to give that boy everything-- her breasts, her pussy, and her first fuck.
I took her whole breast in my mouth and ran my fingertips along the delicate skin of her back. I kissed her other breast, her small nipple growing hard in my mouth, and then looked into Jenny's eyes. She just smiled sadly, and slid back until she was lying on the floor looking up at me as if to offer herself to whatever I was going to do.
I pulled off her shorts, leaving her nude and took off my own clothes. Neither one of us had seen a nude boy or girl before and, for a while, we both just looked and felt what it was like to be looked at.
Then I slid my mouth down to her pussy, kissed it, and ate her out. After about half a minute, it became obvious I had no idea what I was doing. I was just licking all over and, for her part, Jenny already seemed to be patiently waiting for me to finish. So I did.
And slid up her body, my cheek gliding over her flat belly and her breasts, until I looked into her eyes. We kissed in a moment of intimacy and shared understanding. While we kissed, Jenny opened her legs and, without me even knowing it, I was inside her. I thrust gently, and she grew wetter, as we kept kissing. Then I pulled away and looked into her sadly trusting eyes to see, for the first time, lust. However innocent she was. And however innocent I was. Peeking through our naive and simple emotions, was the truth that Jenny had my cock pumping inside her, and we were just plain fucking.
We fucked again and again that afternoon. And then again, on the condo roof, that night.
And after each time we softly kissed, and held each other's gently quivering bodies in our arms.
Here's my first time:
I was living with my mother in a Florida condo that had a mixture of permanent residents and vacationers. It was almost a sport for my best friend and I to hit on the vacation girls, who were always looking for a story and a crush to bring home to school.
We were the wrong side of the tracks guys they met a thousand miles from Michigan. While the condo was dressed up nice with a heated jacuzzie, boat docks and finely trimmed shrubs, it's permanent residents were a pathwork of broken families, heavy drinkers and kids who spent weekends in jail. I was one of those kids.
They were all suburban girls-- the daughters of doctors and lawyers with designer jeans and lip gloss lips.
Except Jenny. She didn't come down with her successful parents, but with the elderly aunt and uncle with whom she lived. I never found much out about her parents, except that she didn't have much to do with them.
Instead of make up and lip gloss, Jenny wore pretty freckles and a plain sad smile.
But the thing I'll never forget about her, is the limp she had in one of her ivory slim legs. They were beautiful, but like her smile, spoke of a sadness in her life that she would never escape.
We went to my room and made out on the shag rug (it was the 1970's), two lonely kids desperately trying to be slick-smooth lovers, but even more wanting to quench our desperate needs for human love and touch. Jenny was a good kisser, willing to take the time to explore and trade the wet touches of tongues.
Then I reached up her shirt-- always the moment of truth. At that age, you never knew who was going to put a stop to it right then. When I got to her breast, Jenny took my wrist and pulled it out of her shirt. I figured that was where we would stop, and leaned over to give Jenny a kiss to let her know it was OK.
Except Jenny didn't sink into my arms, in impasse, as I thought she would.
Instead, she leaned back, looked into my eyes, and pulled off her shirt. Her breasts, like her, were pretty. Small, round, and with beautiful soft, pink nipples. But more erotic was the look in her eyes, as she sat half-naked in front of a boy she had met only two days before. It was a look that said she wanted to give that boy everything-- her breasts, her pussy, and her first fuck.
I took her whole breast in my mouth and ran my fingertips along the delicate skin of her back. I kissed her other breast, her small nipple growing hard in my mouth, and then looked into Jenny's eyes. She just smiled sadly, and slid back until she was lying on the floor looking up at me as if to offer herself to whatever I was going to do.
I pulled off her shorts, leaving her nude and took off my own clothes. Neither one of us had seen a nude boy or girl before and, for a while, we both just looked and felt what it was like to be looked at.
Then I slid my mouth down to her pussy, kissed it, and ate her out. After about half a minute, it became obvious I had no idea what I was doing. I was just licking all over and, for her part, Jenny already seemed to be patiently waiting for me to finish. So I did.
And slid up her body, my cheek gliding over her flat belly and her breasts, until I looked into her eyes. We kissed in a moment of intimacy and shared understanding. While we kissed, Jenny opened her legs and, without me even knowing it, I was inside her. I thrust gently, and she grew wetter, as we kept kissing. Then I pulled away and looked into her sadly trusting eyes to see, for the first time, lust. However innocent she was. And however innocent I was. Peeking through our naive and simple emotions, was the truth that Jenny had my cock pumping inside her, and we were just plain fucking.
We fucked again and again that afternoon. And then again, on the condo roof, that night.
And after each time we softly kissed, and held each other's gently quivering bodies in our arms.
