Where it happened: By Ron's Car
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Just a few stories earlier in this section you will find “RON.” His side of the story is correct, so I won’t duplicate the essentials. I want to tell my side as well.
As he said, we had gone on a picnic with some friends, and were driving home. He also said that I had told my girl friend, Nancy, that he was boring. Well, that’s not exactly true. What I really said was that I thought he had a great body but I was beginning to wonder if he knew what girl’s body was for! He was a perfect gentleman, so perfect that I thought he would never even kiss me goodnight. When he finally did, he was fantastic, running his tongue over my lips as we kissed and caressing my back. I was aware that he was fascinated with my bra, he felt the clasp and played with the straps, but never once did he venture past my back, not even an “accidental” bump on my breasts. He was the first guy who never seemed that clumsy! Well, anyway, I said I wished he would do something so I could fight back a little.
I had purposely worn a loose fitting blouse for two reasons. First, it was hot, and secondly, I had observed that he tried to peek down my dress as we were driving, so I wanted to be able to give him a little better show and perhaps encourage him without being too foreward. Girls didn’t do that in 1960. We did think about it though! We had fun at the picnic, but as it grew dark, I could tell that the other couples had something else on their minds, so we called it a day and headed for town.
Ron was driving slowly with his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled against him and scooted down so his hand was resting easily just to the right of my breast. Then I began moving my arm in such a way that his hand was forced against my breast. AT LAST HE GOT THE IDEA! He began feeling my breast, exploring and squeezing. I could tell that he hadn’t felt a breast before because he went all over instead of going right for my nipple. I tried everything I could to let him know I liked it. Before long it became obvious he knew, because he turned off the road and parked behind some trees.
In an instant he had turned me so that I had my back to him and he started playing with both breasts at the same time. I wasn’t quite prepared for the aggressive guy I had unleashed, but knew I could handle anything that I decided to handle. He finally turned me and when we were face to face began his mind blowing kisses. All the while he was playing with my breasts. Pretty soon, I could sense that he was unbuttoning my blouse. I pretended not to notice so that he wouldn’t have a stroke of guilt and break this off. Little did I know!!
All at once he began kissing my neck, then started down my throat, headed for my breasts. I shifted to give him better access. At the same time, he began fumbling with my bra clasp, but couldn’t get it open. I thought about taking it off, but was afraid I would appear to forward, so let him struggle. By now, he had his mouth over my left nipple, blowing his hot breath through my bra. I don’t know just when it happened, but gradually my body began to take over from my brain. I felt my virginity getting wet, almost like I was starting my period. I thought that since it was due in two days that maybe all this passion made it start early. Before I realized what he was doing, he suddenly just shoved my bra right up over my breasts and clear up to my arm pits.
I could see the pure passion, joy, and wonderment in his face. Even that turned me on. The thought of giving him some pleasure after the turn on he was giving me heightened my own passion. Could I dare think he would kiss my bare breasts? Seconds later that question was answered. He began kissing, nibbling, caressing and generally sending me over the bright moon. One thing he didn’t tell you was that we found the car too confining, and since we had the picnic blankets, we spread them by the car and were soon laying beneath the bright full moon. I was aware that he was virtually eating my entire body with his passion filled eyes, and I loved every minute of it.
When he asked if my breasts were always so beautiful and soft, I guess he just blew my mind. He really hadn’t ever felt tits (as he called them) before! When I asked why he thought they would be hard, he said he got hard when he thought about me. Hard? I thought he was saying HIS breasts got hard. I felt through his shirt, and his nipples were hard, and before I thought further I asked what he meant. Seconds later he had put my hand on his penis. I felt it through his jeans and indeed it was hard. I fumbled a little, and before I knew it, he had asked if I wanted to see it. I was so startled that he had made such a change from the “Perfect Gentleman” that I didn’t answer right away. An instant later, he had stripped his jeans and shorts off and I was staring at the first erect penis I had ever seen. Of course I had seen my little brother’s a couple of times, but it just hung there like a wet noodle. This thing wasn’t a wet noodle!
I reached out to touch it, and began to explore in the moon light. It was a marvel. The tip was so velvety soft, but immediately below it was hard as a rock. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, and even felt the wrinkled bag where his balls were. I knew they were very tender for boys, so I was as gentle as I could be while still trying to feel everything. All at once he stopped me, saying that he was about to come. Come where” I wondered. Oh, yes, boys did make semem, didn’t they. This I wanted to see, when he suggested that I watch him I quickly agreed. It only took a few strokes of his now throbbing penis until white sticky stuff shot out in big globs. I tried to catch it with his hanky, but it was jerking so hard that some of it actually shot up in the air and hit my breast, running down to my tummy. It was hot for a few moments, but then turned cold and sticky. He wiped it off, then got kind of subdued.
Afraid I had done something to offend his perfect geneleman naature, I asked what was wrong. He explained that after he came, he always felt somewhat let down. I felt this penis again and was amazed to find it was a lot softer than it was just seconds before. Well, I wasn’t let down and I didn’t want to stop. By now my panties were so wet that I was afraid it would show through my white shorts when I got home. Mom would go ballistic! I kissed him again and pressed my breasts against his chest. Taking the lead for a minute or two, I took his shirt off so I could feel my breasts against his bare chest. He was totally naked, and I just had my shorts and panties on. That is for a few more minutes! Ron began to get more urgent in his exploring, and a quick feel of his penis let me know that it was as hard as before.
Without warning, he grasped my shorts, and before I knew it, he had stripped them right off and tossed them aside. I could see his startled expression and asked what was wrong. “You got hair,” was his surprized expression. I couldn’t help but laughing, and it kind of broke the tension. I was glad that I didn’t have to make a protest, because by now I wasn’t protesting! I knew we were going to lose our virginity together and I didn’t care, I was ready! I also knew that ready or not, he was no longer a gentlemen, but a male with a hard penis. Someone had said to me that “Stiff Dicks Got No Conscience!” If I didn’t want to get into trouble I shouldn’t get myself in a position where the guy was in charge. Well, I was there, and I wanted to be!
Obviously he didn’t have a rubber, would I get pregnant? I recalled our biology classes and the teachers discussion of Russian Roulette relative to fertile days, but felt safe that with my period due there wasn’t any real risk. I decided that I wanted to go for it. Laying back and spreading my legs was all the invitation that Ron needed. In an instant he was between them and moving forward like he knew what he was doing. Seconds later, I realized he didn’t know what he was doing. He kept probing his penis against the top of my slit, and while it felt good, I knew that wasn’t going to work. when I asked what he was doing, he said he was trying to put it in. I said, “That’s not where it goes.?” I could see his startled expression and once again laughed when he said that Debbie’s (his little sister) was in front.
I just took his penis and slid it down where it belonged, and felt him press forward. I felt full and felt myself stretching as he began moving in. He was going slow like I had asked. Then, I felt him hit my hymen, and instinctively pulled back. He stopped, and I began to appreciate this perfect gentleman. I had expected him to just slam in and what ever pain there was would just have to be. When I asked him to stop, he did. However, I could see the raw passion on his face. We pressed together and back out a few times. Finally, I decided that if we were going to do it, I just needed to do it like getting in the water the first time, JUST DO IT! (Continued)
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