First and still best.
We met at the beach on the north shore of Lake Tahoe. It was early summer 1955, and I was nineteen and still hadn’t done “it”. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t some innocent dummy. Technically, I’d done done just about everything with a dozen girls, except the big “F”. I’d been up to plate several times, but I always got hauled up short at the last second –– tears and pleading were usually my undoing. I always managed to choke up, just as I was about to push myself all the way “in”.
I was from L.A., and I had a job waiting for me at Yosemite National Park. With a free week before I had to report, I thought I’d take in Lake Tahoe.
I first saw her walking out of the water, long legs, fine ass, narrow waist, great boobs, and short blond Mitzi Gaynor hair. It was my lucky day; she settled down on a towel not five yards away.
I went for a short swim, made sure she was alone, and got near enough to chat her up while I toweled and flexed myself. We really hit it off, and in a few minutes I had my towel next to hers.
Beverly (Bev) was her name, she just graduated from high school in Berkeley. She was working as a housemaid in one of the many big summer houses along the lake to save money for college. She was headed to U.C. Berkeley in the fall. We spoke easily for hours; she mentioned her boyfriend, friends, our families, childhood experiences. The afternoon flashed by, and a few hours later we found ourselves cuddling on the the marina, watching the sunset.
Our first kiss was gentle and soft, but a few later found us deep french kissing, with lots of slurp and heavy breathing. It was after nine o’clock when I let her off in front of a large beach house that looked like the yacht club. I’d made pretty fair progress; I was firmly on second base with tantalizing promises for tomorrow.
The next day she looked at me coyly, and said:
“Do my back?” I opened the bottle and rubbed her with baby oil. With the straps of her one-piece suit out of the way, I did her back, following the edge of her swim suit, working down along the sides to the white bulges where her tits pressed out sideways below her armpits. Bit by bit I worked my oily fingers to the edge of her nipple. She let out a little gasp, and said: “No”, but did nothing to stop me. I noticed her breathing quicken and deepen. I moved down to her slim ankles and worked upward along luscious calves. My heart thumped wildly, and my dick was hard as rock. Good thing I had a jock under my baggy trunks. I continued spreading oil along her thighs, first the outsides, then the backs, working my thumbs between her tightly pressed together thighs until I heard her catch her breath when my finger grazed the crotch of her swimsuit.
Although she kept her face buried between her forearms I could tell she was gasping for air, hot as a firecracker.
“Y’sure you don’t wanna do my front too.” She said as I rolled face down on to my towel. Then in mock anger,
“You bastard, you’ve got me so hot and bothered, I can’t even see straight.” She bit my lip, when I kissed her, then got up and walked into the water.
As soon as we were far enough out, she was back in my arms, her body was pressed firmly against mine. She gyrated and squirmed her hips against my almost painful erection. Her tongue squirmed itself deep into my mouth, as our lips and teeth ground together. I finally got up the nerve to pull the straps of her one piece suit down to her elbows, and when I touched her bare nipples, she gasped and shuddered –– I think she came.
When I put my head under the water so I could kiss her nips, she pushed me back, saying: “No, you don’t!!”
When I tried to kiss her again, she pulled herself tightly against me with a sob, and said: “I really like you Jerry, you know I want to –– I just can’t. I told you I have a boyfriend. I just can’t…, we have to stop.”
She was quiet for quite a while, and I didn’t press her. Whenever I tried to touch her, she pulled away and shook her head. “It’s all my fault. You’re a just typical guy, trying for another summer score.” I denied it, of course.
She kept away the rest of the afternoon, telling me to “respect her”, or “you know I want to, but…”
I was the perfect gentleman, figuring that I was about to miss out again. She agreed to go bowling, a safe activity where we would not be alone in the dark, or too close to each other.
She was strangely quiet as we left the bowling alley in Reno, and on the drive along the dark highway toward the lake. She said nothing when I pulled off the highway and out along an unpaved fire trail among the pines.
I stopped the car, turned off the key, stroked her soft hair, tilted her chin up towards me and leaned over gently touching my lips to hers. I could feel her catch her breath, my own heart thumping loudly in my chest as our lips met, tongues instantly touching and moving together. Then she was in my arms, our bodies pressed hard and close, she was tiny around the waist, her firm breasts crushed against my chest as we embraced. I slipped my left hand up under her sweater and pushed her bra up so that I touched her nipple. She gasped and let out a low moan, as her tongue pushed even deeper into my mouth.
Suddenly she pushed me away roughly with both hands, and said softly, as though to herself: “Who’s kidding who.”
Frantically, she pulled her sweater over her head, then her bra; she reached behind, and in one motion pulled her pedal-pushers down over her ankles. In the moonlight I could see her perfect breasts swing sensually as she bent to pull her panties off.
“Well, you’re getting what you want –– are you just going to sit there and gawk!”
That was all I needed, off came my shirt, and I pulled my jeans down, but my shoes were still on. Hungrily, she pulled my head upward, and as her mouth found mine, she pushed me against the seat, threw a leg across me; I was inside her.
As she straddled me I reached down and pulled her firm ass to me. Her whole body squirmed against mine, as she moaned and whimpered into my mouth. She was really juicy, but what I noticed most of all was that every time she thrust forward, the walls of her vagina contracted, squeezing my cock like a hand milking a cow’s udder. She was a real “snapper”.
In all the years since, I’ve never run into another quite like her. I came in about ten seconds, but I didn’t lose my erection, so we kept on until she pulled her mouth away and pulled her face in my neck. She shuddered, gasping for air, as her boobs ground against my chest, while her pussy squeezed me until I came again. When I lost my hardness, she forced me out with a loud “plop”.
We remained in each others arms for several minutes, all I could do was to gasp, “my God!!”. What I was thinking though, was that although this was my first time, she’d clearly been here a few times before. I wondered if her idiot boyfriend realized what a lucky son of a bitch he was.
As we sat quiet, lost in our own thoughts, I got hard again. In a moment I felt myself pressing against her wet opening, it grew until I was halfway inside. She pushed back and it was all the way. We both came to life, and went at it again; this time it seemed to last even longer than before, until at last all we could do was sit there gasping for air.
When we finally untangled ourselves, we were both soaked from our bellies to our knees. The car seat was one large slick patch. We did it a couple more times in on the ground, on and in my sleeping bag.
I finally took her home about three, she gave me one long, deep kiss, and said, sobbing softly: “I can’t see you any more, Jerry; my boyfriend’s coming up from the Bay area tomorrow.” I tried to speak, but placing her hand over my mouth, she whispered, “…some time, maybe, but I can’t see you anymore. I won’t forget this summer.” She jumped out of the car and ran in to the house.
I saw her only once more; she was in a new Oldsmobile convertible smiling at some insipid looking, blond-headed son of a bitch. Three years later, after getting out of the Army, I enrolled at U.C. Berkeley; I never found her. Even after fifty years and as many women, I still think about her, she was my first and still the best I ever had.
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