Where it happened: Her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I guess I was pretty lucky, because my first time wasn’t
hers, so I benefitted from her experience. That’s why my
first time was a lot more sensual than the norm. I was a
high school senior and Tara (just like gone with the wind)
was really just an acquaintance. We hadn’t dated or
anything, just had some classes together.
Our senior year they were doing construction at our school,
so we had split sessions. Tara and I had the early session,
which meant being in class at 7 a.m. But it also meant we
got out by 12:30, which was OK.
One afternoon in the late fall I was leaving school when I
saw Tara in the hallway. I could tell she was upset. Like I
said, we weren’t really good friends, but I knew her well
enough to ask if she was OK. The halls were pretty empty by
then and she just shook her head, snuffled and leaned her
head on my chest. I asked if she wanted to get some lunch
and she just nodded and took hold of my arm.
When we got to my car she asked if I could just take her
home, which I said was fine. She’d been hanging her head
down all the way to the car, so it wasn’t until I got in
that I could see that she had what looked like the remnants
of a blackeye. But she seemed pretty stressed, so I didn’t
ask about it.
When we got to her house, I walked her to the door and she
asked if I could come inside for a Coke. She said her mom
was at work and wouldn’t be home for “a while.” I was a
little surprised, since we probably hadn’t said more than 50
words to each other in the previous two years at school, but
I said, “Sure,” and went on in.
After a little while she finally opened up and said she’d
had a big fight with her boyfriend, “Bronco,” a great lug.
I hadn’t known that Bronco was her boyfriend. I probably
would have kept a respectful distance if I had. But I was
involved now.
During the argument, Bronco hit her a couple of times,
including one punch that gave her the black eye. She’d
skipped school for a couple of days to let the swelling go
down. She hadn’t spoken to Bronco since and was trying to
decide what to do.
I guess she got a little emotional at that point, because
suddenly she hopped up and asked me if I wanted to dance. I
was caught off guard, but I could tell she was upset, so I
just said yes. She asked me if I knew how to do the “Dirty
Dog.” I’d never even heard of it, much less seen or done it.
So she put on some S-L-O-W music, put her hands on my waist
and moved up next to me until our legs sort of intertwined.
It was the early 70s, and she was wearing this tiny little
mini skirt and a tie-dyed t-shirt with nothing on underneath
and when she rubbed against me (which it seemed like that
was all the Dirty Dog was), it didn’t leave much to the
imagination.
She was straddling my leg, moving up and down to the music.
Her little skirt rode up until she was grinding the crotch
of her panties directly against my blue jeans. I was pretty
innocent, but I sort of understood what was going on until
her legs locked my thigh in a death grip, she grabbed my
arms, leaned into my chest and let out this trembling moan.
All I could think to do was hold tight. She looked up at me
and I kissed her, long and passionately, just holding her
and kissing her. This went on for several minutes. I really
didn’t know what else to do. I knew what I WANTED to do, but
Tara was obviously upset and I didn’t think it was a good
idea to take advantage of her like that.
After a while I came up for air and Tara took my hand and
led me to her room. By this time I sort of figured out what
was going to happen. She slipped off her t-shirt and I
kissed her breasts and ran my tongue over her nipples. She
moaned again and shook a little. Then she upbuttoned her
skirt and wiggled out of it, which was pretty interesting in
itself. All she was left wearing was a pair of cotton bikini
briefs. She laid down on the edge of the bed, held her feet
up to me and I pulled off her panties.
When she spread her legs I was holding her feet and that
looked like a good place to start, so I kissed my way up the
insides of both legs. By the time I got to the top of her
thighs, she was breathing pretty ragged. I’d never done oral
sex on anyone, but had read enough letters in Playboy to get
the general idea. I put my tongue to work on her and moved
my hands up to caress her bite-sized breasts.
She was moving pretty good, grabbing my hair and my arms and
the blankets on the bed and thrashing her head around. Then
I stumbled across her clit with my tongue and she arched up
and shook with another orgasm.
This was pretty cool.
After a few seconds Tara sat up and kissed my lips and face
and throat. Then she undressed me, which was really cool,
and led me onto her bed. She told me to sit Indian style.
Then she wrapped her legs around me and lowered herself onto
me. This was extremely wonderful. She controlled the pace,
rocking up and down on me, while I kissed and licked her
neck and her nipples, which were also standing at attention.
I was so aroused by this point that I thought I would
explode, but she did first. Then I did. But the whole
experience was so erotic, I never lost my erection. She sat
there and rocked for what seemed like forever, but was
probably only another 20 or 30 minutes, shaking with orgasms
every three or four minutes, until I finally had my second.
She’s so thin that when she leans back, I can see the
bulge of my cock inside her. When I finished I just sat
there, still inside her, with my arms around her holding her
tight and kissing her again and again.
After a few minutes of that she looked over at the clock and
said we’d better get cleaned up before her mom got home. So
we took a shower together and made love again. While we were
getting dressed I told her that I guessed WE needed to talk
to Bronco. Tara wrapped her arms around my neck and started
crying.
The breakup with Bronco was tense but thankfully bloodless.
I found out much later that Tara had had a sort of crush on
me for a long time, apparently because I was one of the few
“nice” guys at school who could talk to her without making
some crude pass. When I stopped and talked to her in the
hall after the big fight, that was all the motivation she
needed. We dated for the rest of our senior year, did the
whole prom bit, etc.
Tara and I have been married since 1977 and love each other
every bit as much — and as often and as passionately — as
we did then. She found this site while browsing the net, got
thoroughly aroused, and thought we should share our happiness.
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