Where it happened: Parent's house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Jan and I grew up together as neighbors but more like brother and sister until we became intimate. I am only one year older than Jan is but as we were growing up, there seemed to be no difference between us. Our families were good friends and we often played, bathed, slept together as small children. Our families would vacation together and often party together to the early hours, so Jan and I saw a great deal of each other during our forming years and there was little that we did not share between us.
As we grew into our teens we began to date, but not each other. We would talk about where we went, what we did and how cool the date was, and maybe exaggerate a few things just to spice the date up. I did not bring up the subject of sex when talking about a date because I was a virgin and did not want Jan to know that. I just assumed that Jan was more sexually experienced than I was because she dated jocks, and we all know their reputation. Every time we experienced a broken heart, the other was there to help mend it.
The summer I graduated from high school I broke a bone in my foot playing one-on-one basketball. I was stuck the entire summer with a cast on my foot the size of a clown shoe, in fact Jan painted my cast blue with yellow and orange polka-dots to resemble a clown shoe. As the summer grew on I got more depressed as my friends were off to the beach, sporting events, and clubs while I was either a bench warmer or else I elected to stay home. Jan would stop by almost every day to see how I was doing and to cheer me up, but she had a life of her own, so I insisted that she not miss out on the fun because of me.
About half way through the summer Jan had a falling out with her boyfriend. You know the kind of falling out where she threw his class ring back at him and cried all the way home. I was trying to catch some sun on my parent’s pool deck when Jan came in sobbing. After we discussed the details, I assured her that there were plenty more fish in the sea and that she deserved better? I gave her a tight hug as I normally would but this time it was different. I dried her eyes with the corner of my beach towel while she lay beside me in the lounge chair. For some irresistible reason, I had this urge to kiss her and so I did. Still a little teary-eyed Jan responded with a kiss so hot that it would have melted the pope. We kissed again and again, each time more deeply, more passionately than the last. The passion and heat built up quickly as if it had been bottled up for ages and was ready to explode. The kisses grew into dancing tongues with deep shallow breaths followed by hands grasping and groping at clothing, pulling ourselves closer together each moment.
Jan was wearing a pair of white shorts with a stripped blouse tied at the waist while I was wearing a baggy pair of dark blue shorts left over from my high school gym class. My rock hard erection was peeking through the waistband of my shorts, partly because they were getting pushed down my hips from our wiggling around in the lounge chair. Jan began to smile as she looked down at my throbbing member and said “somebody happy to see me?” She cupped the head of my member in her left hand as if to hide it, and whispered into my ear, “I’ve always dreamed of this moment Steve.” I could not believe my ears. I never even fantasized about Jan when I masturbated, so this was a real shock to me. Before I could collect a sober thought, Jan was sliding her hand down my shaft pushing my shorts away to place her tongue on the tip of my now purple head. I softly shouted, “Oh gawd Jan, that feels so good.” She began to circle the tip with her tongue, and then her lips as she gradually worked my member into her hot slippery mouth. I instinctively held her head as she began to rub my shaft and suck my manhood. This was my first blowjob and I was in heaven. I didn’t know if the juices that I felt was her saliva or mostly precum but it felt so good that I never wanted her to stop. Just at the point where I could feel my sack tighten for the release, Jan stopped stroking and looked up at me with the most engrossing look that I had ever seen. She said, “did you like that?” Breathlessly I replied, “I thought I died and went to heaven.” Jan then said, “I’ll show you heaven” as she stood from the lounge chair untying her blouse to reveal her gorgeous breasts. Jan jerked the beach towel from the chair to throw it around her shoulders as she slipped out of her shorts and panties. I could not believe what my eyes were seeing. Jan had a beautifully trimmed bush no bigger than a pair of postage stamps and no tan lines anywhere. I could not help my stare. This was the first time I had seen a real live pussy and here it was inches from my face. Jan straddled me as I struggled to kick free from my gym shorts, while she covered us both with the beach towel. The rest came as natural as if we had been lovers for years. Jan lowered herself on to my erect member, lowered her now erect nipples into my chest and began to grind her pelvis into mine. We moaned and rocked, kissed and groped for what seemed like hours, but was only about fifteen minutes as I recall. Again, I could feel my sack tighten getting ready to erupt like never before when Jan blurted out, “Oh Steve, Oh Steve, Ohhhhà” then softly bit me on the shoulder. I, through a muffled groan I was able to back myself out of her at the moment my hot stream of juice came pulsing up between us, splattering us with years of hidden desire. As we lay motionless trying to regain our collective breath, my foot began to throb. I let it ache for what had just happened, I wanted to last.
Jan and I are still good friends, but have never since been intimate. It was a rebound thing, spur of the moment, heat of passion, which took my virginity and kept my secret until now.
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