Peter Pan

Not a lot to tell, really. I was in a high school presentation of Peter Pan. Itwas a lot of fun doing the production, I had a part as one of the pirates, and itwas a lot of fun. The Indians were all played by girls. They were dressed infairly risque (for 1978 small town Canada (Courtice, Ontario, for the record).They were a kind of two-piece bikini made out of rabbit fur. And they didn’treally cover a whole lot. I remember many occasions where I’d be off stagewatching the girls — many of them very nicely built — do their part of the show.I’d have to sort of turn, or close my pirate’s frock coat to hide the hard on’sthey used to give me. Anyway, we ran the show three nights and then it was done.We went and had the cast party back at my high school (we had to do our plays innearby Bowmanville). There was a lot of dancing and music of course, someconcealed alcohol, to be sure, and the ever-present doobies that some of the kidssmoked at the time. I wasn’t really partial to pot but I like
d wine and I wassecretly swilling $1.95 Sangria. I was sitting by myself just sort of watchingeverything when one girl (who I will call Shari, although that was not her realname) stepped in front of me. “Hi” she said. “by yourself?” “Yeah,” I said (I’dnever had a girlfriend let alone sex). Shari was a very tall girl with very longlegs, great tits and long black hair that tended towards a slight frizziness. Herface was darkly attractive — big dark eyes, sort of an olive complexion — but tobe honest, I’d never really noticed her before. She said “I’ve got a joint. Wantto share it?” A bit light-headed from the wine, I decided to try the pot. Sheled off out of the cafeteria where the party was being held, and walked out intothe night air. We got into her car. She lit the thing up,took a long drag andthen passed it to me. I tried to follow her example but I ended up coughing likecrazy the first time I tried it. Then I tried it again. This time it was better.”How is it? Is itgood?” she
asked. “Oh, yeah,” I said — trying to sound likeI did this all the time — “great” cough cough…”Try this” she said. She tookthe doobie and put it in the corner of her mouth, and motioned for me to also takeit in my mouth — a shared toke. Our faces and cheeks pressed close together aswe shared this peculiar kiss. Then we exhaled. Our faces were inches apart. Thensuddenly she started to smirk a little bit then leaned forward, mouth wide open,tongue flailing against my mouth. A French kiss! Never had one before andthought of it like being slobbered over by a big dog. But I decided to give it mybest shot. Soon we were kissing furiously, lots of smacking noises, the slurp ofsucked tongues. My dick was rock hard. It was getting hard already when weshared the toke, but now it was straining against my crotch. I decided to pressmy luck. I started to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head back, pushing herbreasts upwards towards me. I very gently touched her left breast, so lightlythat
I doubt she even felt it, and I was ready to remove it at the firstobjection. Nothing, we continued to neck and now I began to stroke her breasts(she was wearing a sweater and bra under my hand, by the way. I wasn’t touchingskin yet). I thought she’d pull away but to my surprise Shari did the opposite.She arched her back a little which pushed her breasts right into my hands.Paradise! Then she said “This has got to go all the way. Do you want to do it?””Where?” I asked. The car wasn’t that big and the parking lot was fairly welllit. We were lucky we hadn’t already been seen. “Over there” she said. Therewere tennis courts at the far side of the school, and they were not lit up. Thiswas a rural school (since gone suburban) and the streetlights were few and farbetween. it was pretty dark. We sank to our knees in the grass and startednecking again. This time I ran my hand underneath her sweater and up against herbra. It was a delicious feeling — her breasts were firm in my hands, andI
could feel her nipples under the fabric. The bra itself felt slipperysmoothand satiny, and I slid my hand all around it. Then suddenly I felt an electricjolt! Her hand had started to stroke the crotch of my jeans, up and down, up anddown, loooonnng and dowwwwwwn, thenaround and around. I was going crazy! Thenshe sat back. There was a pause — I thought she’d changed her mind — and thensuddenly, over her head went the sweater, leaving her in her bra. It was a bitchilly and her nipples were standing fiercely against the fabric of the bra. Icould even see the colour underneath of the nipples. Then she reached behind herand unsnaped her bra, and slowly slid it down her arms — looking into my eyes thewhole time. I was transfixed. And then I reached out and felt the real thing forthe first time in my life. i was so nervous my hands were shaking, which musthave ticked her because she laughed a little. For a second I pulled my hand awaybecause I thought she didn’t like what I was doing, but
she reached out andplaced my hand back on her breasts. I cupped them in my palms and began a slowsteady clockwise rotation that she really loved. Then she reached for my cockagain. There was a brief fumbling with the button andclasp of my jeans, then thezipper slipped down. My cock was straining against my underwear and the end wasdamp — I could feel that. Then she reached inside the elastic band of myunderwear andpulled it out. Her warm hand and the cool air on my cock feltincredible. Then I felt something else — she had slid her mouth around the endof my cock and was licking it and sucking it. The licking felt great, although iconfess that the sucking LOOKED better than it actually FELT. I had to tell herto stop because I was going to come all over the place and I didn’t want it to beover yet. I rolled her slacks off (stirrups) and kissed her down her tummy to hernavel and to her pink underwear. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistbandand slid them down off of her feet.
Then, for the first time in my life, I atepussy. And I liked it. I’ve loved it ever since, it is still my favourite partof sex, licking all around her cunt (a great word, why do women seem to hate itso?) while slidingmy hand back over her belly to her breasts. I was inexperienced,but I had read certain books (Hello The Sensuous Man, by ‘M’) and pretended onoccasion. Shari also told me what she liked : “a little lighter…a bithigher…oh yeah”. And damn it, she CAME! I made Shari CUM! I was so proud.”Okay” she said. “Your turn”. She pushed me onto our clothes (I ate her out ontop of my jacket) and then slid herself my cock. She leaned forward so she couldrub her breasts against my chest, and then I took hold of them, licking hernipples and sucking on them. She rode me up and down, leaning back one minute,forward the next. Within about a minute or so, I could feel a definite swellingcoming from my balls. “I’m going to cum!” I stuttered. She responsed by grabbingmy shoulders and
really thrusting hard against my cock. When I came, it waslike a spring uncoiling, and hot and gushing, virgin sperm expertly milked from mypulsing cock. I just about fainted. Shari sat bolt upright for a minute and thensank down on top of me, me still inside her. We kissed for a minute and then, soawkwardly, uncoupled. We got dressed quietly, so different from our moment ofpassion just a couple of minutes before, and walked back to the dance. We’d beengone about half an hour, 45 minutes or so, and some peoplethought we’d gone home.We must have looked a bit dishevelled – we both had grass on our clothes, butnobody ever said anything. For some reason I don’t understand, we never repeatedthat night. 16-year old Shari and I had been the proverbial ships in the night.We hardly ever spoke to each other again, because apart from Peter Pan, and onenight’s hot fucking we had nothing else in common. Thanks Shari! It was 22 yearsago, but I still get a boner thinking of it. I wonder if anybody from back thenwho was at that party remembers, or wonders who I am…)

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