Where it happened: her house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
Thinking back… it is far more humorous now than it was then. I was 17 and ready for new things. In comparison to my close friends I was
the last to do this act. Allow me to fill you in with some important background. I lived in a very small town with only about 9,500 people. The
dating pool was rather small so I decided to hold out until I could find the right person. I do believe that had made all the difference from a horrible
experience and what this was. Besides isn’t the difference between a horrible and great experience the person you are with? Of course, any of us
could have been with anyone but… it would have not been the same.
I was 17, full of life, ready to take on any challenge with all my might. It was in the summer time, actually a hot and humid Kansas night. Any one from
Kansas can attest to this fact. She was 15, young and beautiful, with long brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She was a girl I had known for a long
time. We had went together as kids in grade school, totally innocent. (or so I thought) She had and still has, I assume, this way about her. A way that
was different, exploited by the way she walked, talked and laughed. Very few people possess such a quality, she was “IT”.
She had been talking to me about the times we shared as children on the playground. We were both young and really had no clue about much. We talke for about a month
and one thing led to another. But nothing happened, I was about to give up all hope. Then late one night I got a call from her. It was a friday, as all fridays in
Kansas not much going, especially in my town. As we spoke she told me that her mom was out of town until sunday. I being the idiot didn’t catch on, so she told me
again… ding… the light had come on. I finally figured it out. I always had the keen site of the obvious. So we talked some more she invited me over to spend
the night. My mind was racing with thought of what lay ahead. But there were two problems I had to overcome. First, she lived about 10 miles outside of town and
second, I had no car at my disposal. In a city that is not that far but in rural southeast Kansas that is a distance. What is next I thought, then she gently whispered on the
phone those driving words that make any 17 year old male crazy…
“I’ll be waiting for you, hurry”. Then the phone went silent….dialtone. Then panic began to run through my viens like freight train. How was I going to get there???
My mother was at work, night shift hospital, couldn’t use her car. My thoughts were out of control, so were my hormones. I just dat in my front room wondering how
was I going to get there? After about 30 mins it hit me. “I can take grandma’s car”. So I set out on foot to my grandmother’s house. It was only about 1 1/2 to 2 miles
away. I can remember sometimes running and walking as fast as I could. What seemed as an eternity, I finally reached my grandmother’s house. Nirvana!! Then the black cloud
of doubt covered my hope once again. How am I going to get the keys and the car out of the driveway without anyone noticing?
I ran around to the back side of the house. I looked at the upstairs bedroom window to see if they were awake. “No lights..great”, I proceeded into the house and found the
keys by the kitchen table. I snuck out the back door, the door was always unlocked.. hey its rural Kansas. With the keys in hand I was ready to go. As I approached the car I
was out of control. I stopped to look at my “chariot of love”, a 1972 Cadillac Coup de Ville. It was yellow with a black half top. (No my grandparents were not pimps) The car
was as long as an inaugural speech. This is a problem, I had to push that 4,000 pound car out of the driveway with little or not noise. Horny… huh?
I start the car as it rolled down a hill heading east. I race the engine and floor the Caddy, it smokes and sputtered but sped away. I was on a mission and nothing was going
to stop me now. As I was heading out of town I kept thinking about what may happen. I looked down at my watch and an entire hour and a half flew by. I hoped and prayed that she
was still awake. It took about 7-10 mins to get there, it felt much more longer.
I turn to go down her driveway, I could hear the gravel crackle under the weight of the immense car. “Shit.. no lights on” I continued to drive and parked the car at the
end of the driveway. I got out of the car and slowly shut the door, a little balck dog tried to maul me. I was about to kick when I heard her voice, a voice I will always remember,
call the dog to the house. I could see her standing in the doorway. I was about 20yards away and the moonlight was shining upon her. She looked at me and smiled then went back
inside the house. I began walking towards the house, my heart racing and chest pounding. I could barely breath. I entered the house and the place was totally dark. I walked through
the laundry room and into the kitchen. I then walked through the kitchen into the living room. There were candles throughout the house. I could smell perfume ever so lightly. The
living room was about 12 X 12, I could see the front door but no other way out. Then, again, I heard that incredible voice. I turned to my right and there was a drape that covered
the stairway. I pushed it aside and began to climb the 22 stairs (yes I remember) When I got to the top there was a room to my immediate right. A lone candle lit up the top of the
stairs. I could hear music coming from behind the closed door. I could smell her body, hear her voice. I was going crazy, plus being totally scared didn’t help. I pushed open the
door and there she was. She was sitting with her legs to her side holding up her body with one arm. She had on a silky white night gown, the radio was playing soft songs lightly
and a candle dimly lit the room. I was very nervous and scared, to say the least, but I didn’t say a word. She called me towards the bed with her soft voice moitioning me with her
hand. As I neared the bed she stood, about 4 incbes shorter than I, her presence was larger than the universe. She pulled me close and began to take off my shirt. I wanted to tell
what I was feeling but she didn’t allow me to. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid them to the floor, my erection showing through my underwear. She undressed herself in front of me.
This was the most erotic act I have ever seen. She was entirely nude, her body as beautiful as any work from Chagal or Da Vinci. Her body was tight and her stomach was flat, her
hips were curvacious. She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, I took off my own underwear. Or I beat her to it. She lay down underneath be and we began to kiss wildly and
passionately. After some time of kissing she reached between her legs and grabbed me. She placed me inside of her, I could hardly breath. She told me to breath normally. I bagan to
rock back and forth, then she placed her hands on my ass and pushed me into her more. That was all the lead I needed, I was pushing into her and out, faster and faster. She grabbed
my face and told me to “slow down the best is yet to come”. As her hands were on my ass she I let her set the tempo. What ever her hands told me to do I did. The first time didn’t
last that long. After I finished we kissed and laughed, she then asked me if I wanted to learn more. “Are you kidding…” I quipped. So we began again and again.
That was by far the best ever in my life. The innocence, the intensity, the control.. the anxiety. As I drove home I said to my self that it couldn’t get much better than this.
I didn’t really care about whose car I stole or anything. I just remember that hot summer Kansas night…. and always will..
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