Where it happened: His Apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
I was lucky. I grew up in the 70s – before AIDS – when descretion and birth control pills were the key to an active and safe sex life.
I didn’t do much in high school. I was sort of a wall flower – nice personality and body – but thick glasses and very shy. When I was a senior, contact lens seemed to change all that. Boys then started to notice me and my social life improved appreciably.
Still though, I was pretty cautious. My father was a local minister and I couldn’t be TOO WILD or it would get back to my father and congregation members. Liquor and drugs were definitely out, but I enjoyed such activities as french kissing, dry humping, and bare breasts.
I got sort of serious with one boy about graduation time. Most of our dates ended up with him sucking and kissing my breasts – while wanting to do much more. One night we both got really hot and my dress got pulled up high around my waist as he skilfully stroked me between my legs through my pantyhose.
He could feel everything and I knew it. Even better, he was rubbing my little hot spot so good and I had my first orgasm with a boy that night.
On another date with the same boy after high school graduation, my jeans and panties ended up around my knees and he became the first boy to see me (almost) naked. His manipulation of my juicy spot brought me to several orgasms that night.
He was a college guy and had his own apartment. I had initially resisted going there because it didn’t look right in our small Bible-belt town in Texas. However, as we were progressing further, I agreed to go there because it seemed better than getting caught with my pants down by some local police officer in a lover’s lane!
The apartment was great. All the privacy we could want. After a few visits there, watching TV and making out moved to getting totally naked in his bed. He showed me how to make him climax with my hand and we did each other at the same time. This became fairly routine anytime we were together.
He wanted to make love to me but I resisted. I was a good girl who had been taught to be pure and innocent on my wedding day – and I didn’t want to get married then. Over several steamy sessions in his bed, he begged to go all the way – assuring me that he would carefully use a condom to protect me. One night while were were together in bed and he was getting me closer and closer to climaxing, I confessed to him that I had been on birth control pills to keep my periods regular since I was a sophomore.
He just said, “Oh, baby” and rolled over betweeen my legs and positioned his stiff boner at the already excited entrance to my engorged pussy. God, it felt so good. Much better than a finger. He teased me with the head just barely moving inside until I moved upwards towards him – and the his entire length slipped into my wet and slippery vagina. It was a race then – all the way, up and down, inside and out, until he shot what seemed like rivers of hot sperm inside my tight young pussy as we both came together.
Although I felt guilty about it, making love with him became the center of my life. We got together several times a week and did it in every conceivable position. We were both in junior college by then and we even got together between classes occasionally. He would go to church with me on Sundays – and the knowing looks we exchanged hid the fact that only hours before we had been fucking each other silly.
He wanted to go steady (and probably get engaged) but I wasn’t ready for that commitment at that time. After a while we drifted apart for that reason. He was, however, the ultimate gentleman who never told anyone that we were going all the way. That would have been catastrophic to my reputation in our town.
We ultimately drifted apart. I dated a lot for the next couple of years, while never getting too serious about any one boy. Sometimes, if I really liked the boy, we would have sex. One boy I dated for almost six months, and sex with him was fantastic. I probably had sex with 10 or 12 boys in total – and each one was convinced that he was my first!
I did get really carried away just once and had sex on the first date with one boy. Oddly enough, I met my husband-to-be later that same week. We dated for about a year and got married when I graduated from college.
Kids today think adults don’t know anything about sex. WRONG! We were doing it years ago as much or more as kids are today. Even the “good girls” – as I was definitely known as then – were discretely enjoying what we couldn’t talk about.
And I was, to everybody except a few boys who knew my passion first hand, almost “Sweet and Innocent”.
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