Where it happened: car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
I had absolutely no sexual experience. No lovers, not even a boyfriend. My friends had been talking about sex for a few years and a few of them had even “DONE IT!” I was curious.
My older sister had a friend (much older than her) and I knew they were making out heavily for sometimes when she would come home late her lipstick was smeared and her clothes messed up.
One day her friend came to see her and she wasn’t home. My parents were gone and so we got to talking while he waited for her. I could see why she had the hots for him. He was college educated and interesting to talk to — plus he was VERY NICE LOOKING!
I don’t know how it happend but the next minute I was sitting next to him and he had me in his arms and was kissing me. My first kisses. They were wonderful. A little later my sister called and said she was going to be late. John, my sister’s friend, had to leave, too. But he promised to call me.
Two days later he called and wondered if I wanted to go to a movie. He picked me up after supper and we drove off to another town to the movie about 30 miles away.
He put his arm around me in the movie and I snuggled up as close as we could. I felt so comfortable with him even though he was about 15 years older than me. After the movie we started driving home but he took a back road and eventually we parked.
He began kissing me again and really, I was a little bit afraid of what was coming next. Softly he kissed me and caressed my breasts through the light sweater I was wearing. I wanted him to go futher but frankly I was afraid. He sensed that and we talked. He calmed me down with his easy talk and assured me that nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen.
Finally his hand moved up under my sweater and unhooked my bra. Now he had free and easy access to my bare breasts. He rubbed one nipple and then the next. It felt as if a fire was being lit in each breast as my nipples got hard as rocks. Soon the fire moved down to my groin and I began to moan, “Oh, John.”
His hand undid the buttons on my jeans and soon he was rubbing my cunt. I could feel the moistness as his finger continued to move around my cunt but he never entered me.
He led my hand over to his crouch and placed it on his penis which he had taken out of his pants. I recoiled at the thought of touching it but he held my hand there and softly talked, explaining that he didn’t want me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
He had me stroke his penis slowly and told me how good it felt — just as good as it felt to me to have his hand rubbing my pussy. The soft, warm feel of his penis intrigued me but I didn’t want him to fuck me — at least not right now. I was still worried. I remember my mother telling me “Nice girls don’t do those sort of things.”
John explained the “facts of life” to me. He explained how I couldn’t get pregnante from kissing, or fondling each other. He explained how the male had to spill his sperm into my pussy at just a certain time period in the month for me to become pregnate.
We must have spent an hour parked while he explored almost every inch of me and I did the same for him. He explained everything I needed to know to enjoy my sexuality and how to please a man. Before the night was over I had come sever times just from his fingering of my clit. He came, too, as I jacked him off and saw his a man’s semen for the first time. He never pushed me into fucking him but he taught me with gentle care and concern.
We never did fuck that night nor the three other nights that we went out. He was always the patient teacher. I will always be thankful to him for teaching me EVERYTHING so that my sex life is now one of the most complete and thrilling joys I have.
Thank you John for being such a willing and patient teacher to a young and frightened girl.
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