Where it happened: Possum's House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
It still seems like a fairytale to this day. We were at a Jack’s, a fast food joint near the only Mall in town at the time. There were five of us, me my older sister Cindy and three of our friends.
We saw the green Chevelle pull in and we all knew who it was. We only knew him as Shag, six foot six and long blonde hair. He hung out at The Hub, a teenage night club, and the most popular girl at our school talk about him incessantly after she met him there, lost her innocence and fell hopelessly in love.
We knew we had to meet him so Sheila went up to him and ask him if he knew how to get to The Hub. He said that there was no use in going to The Hub tonight, the band playing was a joke. He told us if we wanted to hear some good music, he would take us to Possums. He said we would not be disappointed, how true that was.
We got to Possums and all the lights were out. He told us not to worry the green light was on in Possums window. He rang the basement bell and Possum came to the door in his pajamas and let us in. He led us through the garage into his bedroom. I had never seen anything like it. Black walls, a waterbed, black lights, blacklight posters and the biggest stereo speaker I had ever seen built into the wall.
Although I was only 15, I knew this was my introduction into the real world.
Shag’s friend Jaybird had a bag of Columbian and Possum got his waterpipe. None of us had ever smoked pot before, but we didn’t let on. We had to get up on a table or bookcase to take our hits in front of the open window. Possum had some Iron Butterfly on the stereo per Shag’s request. (Jaybird and Possum called Shag “Uncle Dave”)
We all climbed up on the table several times to take a hit, I was beginning to think that pot wasn’t much of anything. Boy was I wrong. Between the Strawberry Fields wine and the ten or twelve hits off the water pipe, I was in the ozone. I was laughing uncontrollably. Shag laid down on the waterbed and held me, he told me just listen to the music and everything would be alright. He was running his hands up and down from my shoulder to my thigh, I melted. I was his for whatever he wanted. I ask him where the bathroom was and he said he would show me, all the rest were zonked and didn’t even know we left the room.
Shag took me through the garage into a huge den that had a bathroom. I went in and tried to figure out what to do next. I decided that I would come out and plant the biggest kiss I could muster and lick his tonsils. Trouble was I couldn’t even get high enough to kiss him on the chin.
He got the drift and led me to a day bed in the far corner of the Den. To this day I have never had a more erotic experience than that. His kisses were like prayers answered. His touch was like a magic healing spell. I wanted this moment to last forever, then he said we had better get back to the others before it got out of hand. That hit me like a ton of bricks, I was shattered. I told him that he pretty damn well let it get out of hand since he led me on this far.
He ask me how old I was and I told him I was 16 (although I had just turned 15), he said that he was 20 and would not take advantage of a 16 year old that had smoked pot for the first time and had been drinking wine.
I told him that he was not going to leave the room without making me a woman. He said that he didn’t have a condom and he couldn’t take the risk. I told him that I my period ended two days before.
We started making out again. Now it was different. Before it was raw lust, now it was sensual to the point of orgasm. He first took off my blouse and slid his hand under my bra, not the awkward groping that I had fended off from pseudo dates with boys my age, but a spiritual massage that heightened my desires
Soon the bra had hit the floor and for the first time I felt passionate kisses upon my breasts. To this day I still dream about it.
He began to rub my crotch through my jeans. I was getting wetter and wetter. When he unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand down to greet the yearning I moaned so loud that he put his hand over my mouth.
We pulled my pants off (I started, then he helped). I told him I was a virgin. He said I needed sugar. When he put his mouth on my vagina I thought that the grossest thing that could ever be. I could not believe it, the mood was gone and I was wondering how I ever let this pervert get this far. That thought lasted about two seconds. I truly became a woman before he took my maidenhead. I could not believe that anything could pleasure me like that. I came and came and came, spasms of orgasms over and over and over.
He ask me if I still wanted to “ball”, I told him “HELL YEAH”. He got undressed and told me that I needed to lubricate his penis so it wouldn’t hurt so much. I ask him what he meant and he said just pretend it is a ‘Tootsie Pop’ and slobber all over it. Well that was as disgusting as thinking about what he did to me, before he did it. I didn’t have much time to think about it though, he shoved it in my mouth and I swear I came again. It was huge when he put it in my mouth, but after he told me to suck the head like a lolly pop it got bigger than a banana.
He laid me down on the day bed and ask me one more time if I was sure I wanted to do it. I told him “more than anything in the world”.
He entered me and said “grit your teeth”. He broke through my hymen with a slow deliberate stroke. It HURT like HELL!!!!, for about a second. Then slow and rhythmic fucking for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, took me to heights that I can still only dream of today.
Forgive me for being so long winded. This was my first time and engrained upon my soul in every nuance, be glad I didn’t tell the long version. By the way, Shag came over to my house on Sunday afternoon after that Friday night. My Dad ran him off waving a pistol at him. He had no idea that he fucked me, he just hated long hair.
Shag, if you ever read this, remember Debbie thinks about you every day.
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