Where it happened: Anywhere we could
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
My first time was when I was 13. I had met this guy.
He was older than me and very good looking. We saw each
other quite some time before we actually ôdid itö. I could
tell that he was hot for it right from the start but I still
felt a little unsure of myself in this new world.
Because I couldnÆt drive or date at the time, we saw each
other mostly at public functions at first (football games
and concerts). But this did not stop us from sneaking out
of the ball game and necking (among other things) on the
steps of the School Building. I wanted him to be hot for
me so I touched him in all the right places and it was fun
watching him go crazy. We did that a lot. Looking back on
things now, I realize that we should have fucked right there
on the steps. It would have been cool. It was cool weather
and we could hear the football game being announced, and we
never knew who could have walked around the corner.
I guess I was always up for an adventure. Besides making
out in the floor of the gifted room , I finally got brave.
One night I sneaked out of my 2nd story bedroom and raced
up the highway to my grandmaÆs house. I went into her
living room and took her keys from the shelf. She and my
grandpa slept like logs and I knew that they would never
hear me as I drove out the driveway. I made several
rendezvous to his house via their old truck. Sometimes I
thought that the only reason he liked me was because I
wasnÆt afraid to make out with him. (I would rub my hands
on his dick until I could see a wet spot on his jeans. It
was a long time before I actually saw it. But when I did,
it was well worth the wait.)I figured he liked me for that,
but then he probably was fucking someone else. For a while,
I didnÆt care. But then I realized that it was important
to me for me to be the only one.
We talked about things a lot . I still liked to tease him
but our relationship became more intense all the way around
until one night we finally did it…..
We were in his white Cutlass. It was the middle of the
night and we just drove around for a while . We finally
stopped out on a deserted road. I was still kind of scared
but I knew that scared or not this was going to be the night.
He always took so much time with me. He always seemed to
pay attention to whether or not I felt as good as he said
that he did. This night was no exception. We spent a long
time rubbing each other. It seemed that it took forever for
us to finally get all of our clothes off. But when we did,
it was wonderful. He rubbed my tits and my clit. He knew
that would make me the wettest the quickest. I was still
kind of scared and probably acted kind of shy too, but I
knew that I wanted it to happen as much as he did. When he
finally climbed on me, it felt like that old saying goesöThe
earth shookö. That sounds kind of corney, but thatÆs how I
felt. His big dick did hurt me at first , but that was
probably only because it was my first time. After he
started really going down, though everything loosened up and
got much hotter and wetter. I didnÆt come the first time,
but he did. It felt so good that I didnÆt even care . At
the time, I probably didnÆt even realize it. But since that
time he has made me come many many times. We fucked almost
every time we could get together after that.
Sometimes getting together was a complicated thing. But it
sure was worth it when we did. When we couldnÆt be together
I would sit in my room and talk to him on the phone and
touch myself as if it were him. I was always looking for
something that I thought was just the right size to slide in
and out of my pussy . Of course nothing was like the real
thing, but sometimes I had to improvise. Just laying there
in the middle of the night and thinking about him would make
my panties wet . Some nights I even had to get up to change
after I had made myself come.
We broke up for a while and then got back together when I
was in high school. We graduated from car seats to hotel
rooms and I liked that much better. We could be much more
free with our actions there. Although we still
occasionally had sex in the car (dodging other cars ). And
many times when we were just driving around, I sucked him
off. I donÆt know how he kept from having a wreck. If the
shoe were on the other foot, I would have. He sucks me so
good. I love it when he sucks my clit. He knows just the
right amount of pressure—never to hard. Anyway , back to
the hotels. It never took us very long to fuck when we got
to the hotel. He usually had my clothes off before we made
it to the bed. But then the second time around we always
took things a little slower. We never got tired of sex back
then. We didnÆt see each other as much as we would like so
we had sex marathons at least once a week and sometimes more
than that. If I fell asleep or vice-versa, it never was too
long before we were awoken to a tongue touching all the
right parts. I never could get enough. Even when I got
home, I would have to make myself come to keep from going
crazy thinking about him. HeÆs never really told me, but I
think he probably jacked off sometimes too when he was
thinking about me.
WeÆre an ôold married coupleönow, but I think our sex is
still pretty good. We donÆt spend as much time making
things happen as we used to . But when it does happen itÆs
unforgettable. I still love to see him squirm!!!!
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