I met working at my summer job in a drugstore. She was from out of town and said she was visiting her sister and wanted to cash a check. I remember that I told her that I would be happy to cash a check for a pretty girl. I did, and she left. A couple of days later when I came to work there was a note for me from her with a telephone number. We got together later that week and had a picnic, talked and kind of got to know each other. As I recall we didn’t even make out, but I remember talking about her boyfriend and I remember her saying that he was a year older than she and a jerk. She talked openly out the fact that she was a virgin but that he accused her of not being so since he said, she told me, that she was not tight enough to be a virgin. ShE told me that he wanted to have sex with her as his birthday present but she really didn’t want to, mostly because he was pretty much a jerk. Needless to say I clearly knew that meant that he had finger fucked her. Given that in those days girsl just did not talk openly about sexual matters with guys who were relative strangers, I found her extraordinarily exciting; this small town old girl was innocent enough to be a virgin and open enough to let me know that sex interested her. We talked a LOT about sex, but mostly in the context of her boyfriend’s demand, his accusation, and her process of trying to decide whether to let him get a motel room and screw her on his birthday. As the afternoon wore on she told me she was going home the next week and gave me her home number suggesting that maybe we could chat and if I ever got to her town (about 150 miles away) perhaps we could visit.
About a week later I arranged to go visit her. I was staying at a campground by the lake and she came out to meet me. We spend the afternoon riding around and talking and ended the afternoon back at my tent. We eventually wound up making out and I remember wondering how far she’d let me go. As we layed on the floor of the tent kissing I very tentatively reached up to feel her tits, ready to have her stop me. She didn’t. When I took the chance of letting my hand trace across the front of her jeans she seemed to push back at me. Emboldened, I cuper her pussy through her shorts and I remeber thinking I was absolutely in heaven when she mimiced my behavior and rubbed my balls through my jeans. We continued kissin and rubbing for a while and then she reached into my pants and said this would be easier if we took our clothes off. Hazel was blond and beautifully built; I knew that already. When she took her pants off I knew she was REALLY blond; the hair on her pussy was almost white. We spend what seemed like a very long time on the floor of the tent rubbing and exploring and then she finally began jacking me off while I fingered her. The combination of my in experience, her passionate willingness, and the sheer thrill of being naked with this naked near stranger was absolutely great. Needless to say, I came, although I’m reasonably sure she didn’t. Nonetheless, she obviously enjoyed it. After she left for the evening she was ALL I oculd think about.
The next day she came to the campground again and we spent the day together. We made out several times in fields and parks and once in the ditch by a road! Each time she’d play with my cock and I’d get into her cunt. It was clear that she enjoyed sex, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her. (But then being an 18 year old virgin I wanted nothing more than to fuck. Period.)Toward evening we went to her house and had dinner with her folks and then headed back to the campground. In my tent we were back at it in short order. I never asked if I could and she never said that I could. But I do remember asking her if her boyfriend still asked to fuck her (I doubt that I used that term) and she told me that she wasn’t going to let him. It seems positively surreal that we were naked and talking about her boyfriend. I said to her that she’d find the right time and person someday, and when she reached over and stroked my cock, found the courage to ask, “Could I”. She just nodded.
I got one of the condoms that I had hopefuly bought before driving out to see her, and asked if she was sure. She told me, “I want to feel you inside of me”. I can still remember the thoughts and feelings of knowing that I was finally going to feel my cock slide into a cunt. I can’t have lasted long. The entire experience was so overwhelming, so positively fullfilling that it is largely a blur.
I stayed in town for three more days and we used every condom I had brought. We fucked every time and place we were sure we couldn’t be cought and some where we probably could have been. She seemed to love sex and be willing to prove it constantly. I didn’t see her again more than a few times, all over the next year when she was visiting her sister. The next summer I got my first blow job from her and she experienced her first orgasm, simultaneously; she told me after she swallowed and virtually collapsed that she when I came in her mouth she had her first, as she put it, “big O”. (I actually did see her a few years ago and she wrote afterwards that she had “decided not to have intercourse with me.” My loss. I’d love to have my first time all over again!
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