I was working in a summer camp in northern New Jersey for the summer,
not as a counsellor but on the maintenance staff, because
I wanted to have more free time. This way I got to know
nearly all the staff, not just a handful in my division.
Anyway I took a liking to a young lady named Ruth G. who
was about a year older than me, brown hair, tall, nice figure,
on the quiet side, nice pretty face, no raving beauty but
I liked the way she looked. She took a liking to me, too
and one night, around ten PM, I met her outside her bunk after
she put her kids to bed and we walked to the athletic field with our arms
around each other, I was schlepping a blanket, I figured we
were going to make out, I was not prepared for what happend.
Up to this point I hadn’t had much experience with girls, not even
much kissing, but we found a nice soft spot way out in the
outfield where nobody could see us and started to kiss —
she taught me to relax and just kiss soft, and we both were
breathing heavy after about five minutes and started to pet,
hers were the first tits I ever felt, she had nice hard
nipples, and after about fifteen minutes neither of us
had on any clothes and I was between her legs and licking her
soft pussy, I learned to do that fast, and I could tell
the way she was squirming and breathing that I was doing a
good job! After a few minutes of this she reached down and
grabbed me under the arms (she was strong!) and pulled me
up over her and spread her legs and just guided me right into
her cunt– I had been stiff as a little broom stick as soon
as our mouths touched. I didn’t have a condom on, but she
was on the pill, she told me later. When you are fucking
you don’t think with your brain anyway, you think with your dick,
or your cunt. As we all know there is no feeling quite like the
feeling of a warm, tight pussy around the cock (I can’t speak
for the women and girls, but I would imagine there is nothing
like the feeling of a nice stiff cock in one’s pussy), especially
the first time. I fell in love with her right then and there,
the first lover is always special. We fucked two or three more times
that night on that camp blanket out in the outfield, and
for the rest of the summer we were “an item.” The end of the camp
season was very painful, because althugh she lived in New Jersey
and I lived in New York she attended college in Valparaiso,
Indiana (of all places!). We kept in touch for a few years
through the mail but we never saw each other again.
Over the years I have gone back to the camp for various
reasons (reunions, dedication of a camp building, etc.)
And I always took a little walk out to the outfield to that
special spot.
Fortunately I have a couple of nice photos of Ruth, and I hope
she thinks of me sometime, although the event happened 32
years ago. I will never forget her — because it was my first time,
and we didn’t just fuck, we made love.
PS. This has nothing to do with what I just wrote about, but
I have noticed, after reading many of these entries, that quite
a number of young Americans seem to be functionally illiterate–
they can’t spell, they can’t write a decent sentence.
No wonder 50% of the electorate voted for George W! God
help us!!!!
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