Where it happened: In the parlor
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
This just happened with me a week ago and I am so happy about it I want to tell all the details so I hope it doesn’t get boring.
Well I was at this big family reunion, I mean BIG family reunion. It was my great grandparents 60th wedding anniversary. They had 12 children who all grew up and had children, and those children had children and THOSE children had children so there were more than 100 direct descendants from all over the country all gathered in this little town in Missouri for the celebration. The grandparents were still living in their great big old house and two of their children also had big old houses in this town, and some families had brought house trailers or mobile homes, so one way or another there were places for everybody to sleep.
We got there a day before the celebration and one of the great aunts was making the arrangements where people would sleep. She couldn’t get me and my two younger brothers and my parents all in the same house so I ended up in a little room that used to be a sewing room in the original big old house.
That afternoon we were all just sort of wandering around meeting relatives we’d never seen and I saw this one girl taking care of about six or eight little kids, playing games with them and wiping their noses and kissing bumps and bruises, and she was a really cute girl, about my age. I watched her for a while wishing I could join her but I didn’t want to intrude.
We had dinner that night in the three different houses and this girl was in the same house with me but there were too many kids around her, I didn’t get a chance to talk to her.
So that night I was in my little room, reading for a history assignment, and about 10 o’clock I got kind of hungry. We had had a big supper, but I have this habit every night of having some crackers and milk before I go to bed, and I missed it.
So I found my way down to the kitchen — luckily someone had put night lights in the halls — and after quite a bit of rummaging around in the pantry (they still had one of those old fashioned pantries to store food in) I found a big box of crackers, an old fashioned kind, bigger than today’s crackers but great with milk.
I got the milk out of the refrigerator and poured a glass and sat down in the litle breakfast nook to enjoy my snack when I heard somebody come in and start fumbling around the kitchen. I figured there was no use trying to hide so I looked to see who it was and it was this girl, the really cute one.
She was startled to see me and said, “Oh, I didn’t know anybody was here, I just wanted to get some milk and crackers to help me sleep.”
I said, “Welcome, fellow spirit. I already found the crackers and here they are, and the milk is in the refrigerator.”
She said, “You like crackers an milk too?” and I said yes. So she got a glass of milk and sat down with me and the box of crackers and we started talking. I said I had watched her playing with the children and she said yes, she had noticed me and had wished I would join them. I said, “Well, maybe next time.”
Then I said “By the way, My name is Wayne.” She said, “My name is Barbara, but you might as well call me Barbie. Everybody does, whether I like it or not.”
I said, “Oh my gosh. Believe it or not, Wayne is my middle name. My first name is Kenneth. My folks call me Wayne because my father’s name is Kenneth too. So here we are, Barbie and Ken.”
She said, “Oh Lord, I always knew we’d meet some day. Well at least you seem to be a nice person, so I guess we can be happy together.”
Then we talked some more, about school and stuff. It turned out we were both in the 11th grade, and taking some of the same classes, and even using the same textbooks, so we had quite a time discussing what we were learning.
I asked if she did any other school activities and she said she played softball. I asked what positin and she said first base. I said, “No kidding, I play first base too, only in baseball.”
She asked if I was any good and I said, “Not to brag, but I’m batting 425, how about you.” She said, “Not to brag, but I’m batting 445. How’s your fielding?”
I said, “Twenty-two straight games without an error. How about you?” She said, “One error in 20 games, but I still claim the shortstop made a bad throw.” I said, “Of course she did. Anybody could see that.”
So we were getting really friendly and then she asked me, “Do the kids in your school do much, you know, making out?” (Oh, I should say we had established that she was from a small town in Nebraska and I was from San Diego.)
I said, “Oh, some do, I guess. They’re pretty much like teenagers everywhere.” She said,”You don’t have all that sex and drugs and stuff like we hear about in big cities?”
I said, “Well, ours is more like in a suburb and it’s pretty clean. But I heard it was you small town kids who were into sex, since there isn’t much else to do.”
She grinned and said, “You mean in the summer we fish and fuck and in the winter the river’s frozen over? No, we have about the same diversions as you — movies and TV, and for rock concerts, Omaha is only 30 miles away.”
Then she asked, “How about — do you, I mean, have you done much, much making out?”
I said, “The truth is, the only times I’ve ever kissed a girl is in playing kissing games as a little kid. How about you?”
She said, “Twice, boys have kissed me good night after a date. One kissed me on the forehead and the other one touched his lips to mine and than pulled away like they were hot.”
We looked at each other and had the same thought. She said, “Would you like to try a little making out? Just a little, to see what it’s like?”
I said, “Sure, but we’ve got to be careful. We don’t want to go too far.” She said, “Right, just enough to see what it’s like, but not too far.”
So we went into the parlor, that had some big old sofas in it, and sat down. Oh, she was in a robe and pajamas, I was just in pajamas. We kissed once, kind of tentatively, then again, much more boldly. Then we kissed with our mouths open and I had my hands inside her robe and thern inside her pajamas, and then –.
Well, a half hour later we were lying together, her naked body in my arms, my hands on her lovely breasts and my now-depleted penis at the entrance to her formerly virgin vagina, and she said, “Well, so much for not going too far.”
So that was it. I’ve gone on much too long. Anyway, we did NOT do it three or four times like in some of the stories on this page. We kissed each other fondly goodnight and went back to our respective beds.
And the next day I learned that my parents and her parents had gotten to know each other and become good friends, and they were coming to visit us in San Diego in two more weeks.
So that’s what I am looking forward to. And we are going to enjoy lots of crackers and milk together.
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