Where it happened: Girlfriend's Bedroom
My wife Carol and I laugh about it now, but it wasn’t so funny at the time.
We had gone together throughout high school, and really had the hots for each other, but had never gone beyond heavy petting. She would let me caress her breasts under her sweater in the movies and even explore under her panties a few times, but that was about it.
One afternoon when we were Seniors in high school,as we were going out of Biology class, she told me she was going home and shave her bush, and asked me if I wanted to come along and watch. I was kind of surprised and asked her what she wanted to do that for. Her reply: “So you can find home base better.” (I played baseball in high school, and when talking about sex, we’d often use whatever baseball terms seemed handy). Well, Carol had never let me get past first base before, let alone third base or home plate, but since she made the offer to watch what would be a very interesting spectacle, I said O.K.
When we got to her house, there was no one home, and we went up to her room. It was Summer time and all we both had on were shorts and T-shirts. After getting a can of her Dad’s shaving cream from the bathroom, and one of her Mom’s safety razors, she took off her shorts and panties and proceeded to work the shaving cream into her pubic hair with the help of a little water in a glass she also got,and then proceeded to slowly and deliberatly remove the hair from around her vagina. She was finished in about ten minutes, and I must admit I was very turned on by the entire process, and had filled the front of my shorts with a wonderful hard-on which was very obvious. After she had all of the hair removed, she got out a jar of facial cream, and began working it into the skin around her vaginal lips, because she said it was a little irritated and tender down there, and this soothing cream would make it feel better. Just watching her fingers smooth the cream in and around her vagina almost made me cream my pants. And then she asked me if I’d like to rub some cream there also. I couldn’t believe she was asking me to do this, but I jumped at the chance, and pretty soon I was fondling her pretty good, and rubbing some cream around on her clitoris, and Carol was sort of leaning back on the bed where she was sitting, and moaning that it felt so good.
After about five minutes of this, Carol said, “Tom, why don’t you take your shorts off and let me rub some of this cream on “Mr. Big.” (She called my penis, “Mr. Big,” because I was about 8″ when I was erect). She had seen it a few times. Never one to let an opportunity go by, I slipped out of my shorts and jockeys, and let Carol work this cream into my erection. It felt so damn good. As she caressed my erection and squeezed it, and also rubbed some of the cream into my balls, I began french kissing her and she reciprocated, and after a few more minutes, Carol said, “Why don’t you put it in?” Again, I couldn’t believe what she was saying and I asked her, “Are you sure it’s O.K.?” She said, “Yes, I want you to fuck me right now.” I still hesitated, and said, “But, I don’t have a condom.” Carol said, “It’s O.K., I don’t think anything will happen this first time.” So,I took off my T-shirt, and hers, and I slid “Mr. Big” into “home plate” and started pumping for all I was worth, and before long,the tip of my penis was hitting the very end of her canal, and my love juice was gushing forth one load after another. We both screamed each other’s names and told each other how good it felt. I guess we were there in her bed, fucking for all we were worth, for nearly an hour.
We had to stop that afternoon because it was getting time for her folks to get home from work, and so we kissed some more and I went home.
She called me that night and told me again what a great lover I had been and how she wanted to do this again soon.
Well, before we had another opportunity, she called me and said she had missed her period, and she thought she was pregnant. She told her Mother about what we had done, and after they saw a doctor and confirmed that she was PG, they both broke the news to her Dad, and then we all had a meeting with my parents to decide what to do.
Carol and I said we were in love with each other and wanted to get married, and although we were still very young,our parents finally consented, and shortly after graduation, we had a small wedding with family and close friends, and started living together in a small duplex my Dad owned, and we could live there rent-free. I got a part-time job and we went on to college, and nine months after my grand slam, Carol had twins! A boy and a girl. I had indeed hit a home run that afternoon in Carol’s bedroom.(So much for the myth that nothing will happen the first time!)
It was tough going for awhile, and both our parents helped us out quite a bit, but now we are doing O.K., and in addition to the twins, we have another boy and another girl. We love making babies.
And Carol still shaves her bush so I can find home base easily whenever I want to.