Where it happened: School Bus Shelter
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Well, I was fifteen. Me and a neighbor boy were in the school bus shelter, waiting on the bus to come. We weren’t dating or anything, but were kinda sweet on each other, and we had kissed and messed around some. Well. this morning we were both early, and nobody else was there, so we started making out, and it got to be real heavy-duty. Before either of us really knew what was going on, my panties were in a wad on the floor, I was stretched out on the bench with my skirt up around my waist, and Mike was unzipped, and deep in me, hunching away. He shot me full, and we got up before anybody else came into the shelter. I stuffed my gym socks in my panties, to catch his cum and what little blood there was. The bus came, and we went to school. I cleaned up in the Girls gym restroom.
That afternoon, Mike and me waited around the bus stop until the other kids was gone, then we went back in the shelter and talked for a long time, and made out a little more, but we didn’t do it any more that day.
A couple weeks later, my folks were out of town, and after school Mike come over to my house. That time we did all the sweet things we missed out on the first time. We petted a whole lot, and even took a bath together before we went to the bed. When we did it, there was no fireworks, but it felt pretty good to me, and Mike said I was fantastic.
We managed to get it on several times that year, and it got better each time for me. I was sixteen before I really started having those “Earthquake” orgasms as some folks call them. Then I wanted to do it “More and More”.
I confided (bragged) to a couple of what I thought was good friends, but they went and told everybody that would listen to them, how Mike and me was in love, and was getting it on pretty often. Word got around, and lots of other boys started hitting on me. I didn’t even know some of them. My butt stayed black and blue for weeks from all the pinching, just because of my loud mouth friends. Every other boy that came along grabbed a hand full of my tits, too. That crap got old in a hurry, but it finally died down. Oh, and I don’t have nothing to do with those so called “friends” any more. They are become sluts, and do all that pervert stuff, too, even with each other!
Mike and I kept seeing each other for a few more months, then sorta drifted apart. We stayed friends, though, and still we did it every once in a while. I didn’t go out with no other boys but Mike for three years. I guess I was still carrying a torch, sort of.
Thinking back, I wish we had been in a bed the first time, but it was OK, and even if I could, I wouldn’t change anything … except I probably would of gone after Mike, and about a year sooner.
I got married four years ago to a real nice man. He says I sure can “do it” good, and that’s what is important to me.
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