Where it happened: Payson Arizona
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My Sophomore year of High School – I had finally figured out how to get in good with the ladies by dressing nice and being confident (up to that point I was pretty goofy and quite the dork, so I didn’t have many g-friends – at least none that would let me have sex with them.) But this year was different. It was the radical 80’s and I discovered that looking like Ducky in Pretty In Pink worked for me so I went with it. Pegged legged pants – Check. Black skinny tie – Check. Red leather Micheal Jackson jacket – Bzzzt. Too expensive. We were trailer trash. I compensated by peroxiding my hair and often wore the very cool hot pink “hot tuna” t-shirt. It wasn’t long after that a very cute little girl named Shannon started giving me looks. To me she was a brunette version of Molly Ringwold (the absolute bitchenest girl on the planet) complete with a dark mane of brunette curly “bear hair” haloing her newly discovered use of thick black eyeliner, and the cutest set of imperfect teeth I had ever seen, and for whatever reason, Shannon was into me.
I was on the wrestling team and she used to wait for me to finish and we would walk back to her parents house. One time (I gotta mention this) we had even hopped the fence to the elementary school and she gave me a BJ right inside of one of those big black tractor tires that they lie down on the ground for the kids to play in. Though it worked great, I am certain that this was not their intended application.
One particular day after practice I want to her house to shower and on this day her parents were gone — it was on like Donkey Kong II! Like the excited little children that we were, we scurried into her room, where she had her smelly cat box (not a real turn on there) and a shit load of Madonna and A-Ha tapes. So, to the tune of “like a virgin”, “I’m Crazy For You” and “Take On Me” we french kissed until our lips were chapped sore. I was amazed at how horny this little girl was! She outdid me, and I was your typical teenage boy, young, dumb and full of…well, you know.
On this special occasion of having the place to ourselves, she made sure she told me the story of how she first got her cherry popped a couple of years before – it was after some school dance and the tool humped her in a ditch. This story made it clear we were goin all the way because we were definitely in a better location than her previous shagging.
I was so nervous though – it was exactly as Eddie Murphy talked about in his “Delirious” stand up routine. I was humping too fast and panting like a crazy person – amazed that it was finally happening, arms all quivering, eyes bugged out, but I am getting ahead of myself.
The excessive making out turned to “heavy petting” as they called it back then. I loved rubbing her tiny tits. They were so tight, firm and supple. When worked my hand down her tight, smooth stomach, I made a test pass at her pube area. No resistance. In fact, she arched her hips toward my hand. Total Confirmation! I slid my pinkish boy hands under her panties and got to fingering her – it was such an amazing feeling. Her inside was so warm, soft and moist. My mind was exploding with sensory overload. The smells that wafted were so sweet and clean. It didn’t hurt that she was covered with about 8 squirts of Georgio Perfume and I in Polo Cologne. (Remember Georgio? – every time I smell it, I think of Beautiful Shannon) I can remember every crevice in her pink canal there. I also noted how strange and foreign it felt though to feel like “ridges” up in her girl business. Weird – but, this is sounding too much like a science and health class now. Sorry.
Back to the story.
I put on a rubber (not even at her request, [that’s how great a guy I am] but I am sort of small, and it wasn’t all that tight, or maybe I accidentally bought magnum size. Yeah, yeah, thats the ticket. I slid it in her, she arched her back though, that was hot, and I proceeded to fast fuck her missionary style. 30 seconds later I exploded at least a quarter cup of baby gravy into the condom. I think then as I was slowing down from “ravishing speed” to a more sustainable “canter” the damn condom slipped off and stayed inside her. (that’s how blessedly tight this angel was!) This freeked us both out, and me being the nice gentleman, I said about an hour afterward, “Maybe we shouldnt do this any more – its kinda dangerous”. Totally hoping she would be impressed by my chivalry, and say something like “no baby…I cant take not having you.” instead all she said…”ok”. We broke up about 3 days later, and she lent her sweetness out to my best friend of mine named Doug W, who, I found out 25 years later turned gay. Go figure. Maybe I should have taken her to a ditch instead. The break was crushing to my young heart – and I still think of her quite often. Shannon, if by some cosmic alignment you happen to read this (you know its you) – try and contact me. I will wear Polo for you again…and the correct sized condom! I think I still have an account with classmates(dot)com. =D
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