As I near 40, married and with children, I occasionally think back to my teenage years and when I first began started to fumble my way into sex. While I had studied my uncle's stack of XXX magazines, I wanted at 18 to have my opportunity to explore and experiment with someone real. Luckily, even though a bit of a late bloomer, I scored my first real girlfriend in my senior year of high school.
My girlfriend Lynn was a homegrown beauty: 5'10" with wavy shoulder-length auburn hair, blue eyes, an upturned little nose and just the slightest hint of a gap between her two front teeth which set her apart from the other girls in school. She was a tall, curvy goddess, and with her C cup breasts and beautiful round ass, she somehow was able to toe the line between modest and sexy that kept her parents at ease yet aroused me on sight.
We were both church-going teenagers and until we met each other had always thought of "saving ourselves for marriage," as was the intent of our parents and pastors. That's not to say we didn't relieve the tension in other ways, as we both felt that masturbation was a means to drive off the temptation we felt whenever we got too worked up (and let's be honest, I was doing that well before Lynn showed up.) Of course, feeling ourselves, opened the door to fully clothed fondling, which lead to fully clothed genital contact (dry humping for the plebs), and finally to under-the-shirt-and-down-the-pants mutual molestation. Before we had officially had sex for the first time, I had come buckets over Lynn, and occasionally on her. Nonetheless, religion does a terrible job of actually stopping teenage hormones, and Lynn and I finally gave in to temptation. While this isn't the story of our first time (which is awkward for everyone and only memorable because of that), this is one of the most unforgettable, even 20 years later.
We were still fairly new to sex, and we enjoyed exploring and getting to know what we liked. On this particular night, Lynn was wearing faded denim jeans and a white and burgundy plaid body suit, a stretchy Lycra number like a gymnast's leotard with the exception that it was not shiny and had two snaps at the crotch. Sitting in her room, Lynn's soft, round tits strained at the material, causing both an abundance of cleavage and an overabundance of blood rushing to my cock. We tried to chat casually, making small talk and attempting to make plans for the weekend, but the subtext to every sentence was how much we wanted to fuck each other.
Lynn had a converted bedroom in the garage of the house, and her parents trusted her judgement a little too much. Knowing her parents and brother would go to bed at around 10, she sneaked into the main part of the house to check for signs of life. I could feel my heartbeat swell in my chest as my jeans got tighter from just imagining what was to come. She returned to the room, locked the door behind her and covered her bedroom lamp with a silk scarf. The red scarf changed her modest room into the most luxurious of sex palaces, giving a rosy cast to the white walls and casting sensuous shadows over the two of us.
As she sat down next to me, I pulled her close and began to kiss her gingerly, lips touching and teasing, sending out waves of electricity I was sure the whole neighborhood could feel. We continued semi-chastely until, pulling away, she smiled at me, glanced down at my crotch and rubbed her fingertips gently along the outline of my hard cock. Abandoning it as it tried to convince her to stay, she returned to kissing me, taking control away and gently probing my mouth with her tongue. I returned the volley with my own attack, laying her down on the bed as I hovered over her. With little grace, but more than enough hormone, I began to rub across the crotch of her jeans. The warmth of her hot pussy radiated through the material and she moaned ever so slightly, inviting me to continue.
Like she had done to me, I quickly went back to her sweet warm lips and tongue rather than tease her pussy longer. She let out a frustrated little sigh to which I replied "What's wrong?"
"Why did you stop?" She pouted, trying to make me feel sorry for her.
I didn't answer her, but rather grabbed her bodysuit and pulled the neckline down below her gorgeous tits. The air was a tad cold in early fall, and her arms and breasts were covered in goose flesh, her nipples contracted tightly. I kissed my way down her neck, downward to her firm tits and began to trace around the perimeter of her light pink areola with my tongue, each loop around getting closer and closer until I drew the nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently, Her sweet moans abruptly turning to squeals when I lightly bit the nipple. I did the same for the other nipple, and having done the tease, laid back on the bed.
She sat up and immediately attacked me, kissing furiously and leaving big sucking bruises on my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt. She continued lower and lower and I awaited the moment when she would loosen my belt and release the pressure in my pants. But Lynn was just as much a tease as I was, and while she lowered her head down to my cock, she began to fellate me through the material of my pants. She ran her lips along the hard bulge, biting, sucking and rubbing me. Pre cum seeped through and she playfully lapped at it with the tip of her tongue, mischief in those twinkling blue eyes of hers.
Having had her fun, I laid her down on the bed, and tore her jeans off, the bodysuit barely covering the soft auburn hair below, as wisps of hair framed the snapped crotch. The material covering her opening was soaked, and I savored it, rubbing my face in it and enjoying the womanly scent of her pussy.
Returning to kiss her, I moved aside the material and began to finger her slit. Her dampness proved the perfect lubrication for my fingers and I gently ran my index finger along her folds, teasing her clit. Lynn asked me to fuck her right then, fumbling to unbutton my jeans and "release the Kraken." She no more undid the button when there was a knock at the door.
Her brother looking for the dog's leash.
Lynn threw on some shorts and pulled the bodysuit over her glorious breasts. She opened the door and I waved hi to him, trying to be nonchalant as possible and maneuvering to hide my rock hard six inches. Pissed, Lynn found the leash and threw it at him, exchanging angry words and telling him to leave us alone. He said something a smart assed 15 year old would say and went to walk the dog.
Lynn returned pissed, and slammed the door. In frustration, she pulled me up off the bed and roughly kissed me. Tongues sparring, she undid my pants and pulled my briefs down to release my now turgid cock. She looked at me piteously, slightly making fun of my less than granite state. Wordlessly, she sunk to her knees on the carpet and began to lick the head of my cock, wetting it with her mouth, jerking and sucking it back to fighting form. She continued for awhile until I could feel my testicles wanting to release on her tongue. I told her she needed to settle down or the night would be over.
Crawling onto the bed, I noted at the red marks on her knees from spending so much time kneeling at my cock. I kissed her boo-boos and continued to kiss her on my way up her inner thigh. I unsnapped the bodysuit at her crotch and gently kissed the fine curly hairs of her pussy. It was as if warm dew had collected on her soft bush, and I greedily drank it up, enjoying the taste and aroma of her dripping snatch. I spread her pussy wide and teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, pulling gently on her pussy lips like she enjoyed. He fingers curled around my hair and pressed me deeper into her wet slit, and as I lapped up her wetness, she began to moan ever more urgently, doing her best to not make any noise as to draw attention.
"I need you to fuck me." Lynn said.
I never got tired of listening to the demure young lady I knew in the daytime talk like a whore in bed. Knowing she was close, I teased her, jerking my cock off just above her cunt. My knuckle lightly brushing that wet pussy as I silently teased that I wouldn't mind coming like this. Lynn glared at me as she reached down and caught my cock in a death grip. The sensation was amazing as she squeezed as hard as she could and moved my shaft to her opening. The tease over, I thrust deep into her, her tight pussy squeezing me just as snugly as her hand had just done. Lynn was already on the edge when I entered her and lasted only about five minutes when she began to rub her clit vigorously. As she came, she grabbed a small pillow and covered her face to silence her screams. I continued to slam her hard, feeling my orgasm beginning to start its move. Still breathing heavily, Lynn could tell I was about to burst, and pulled the bodysuit down below her tits. She wasn't on birth control and wasn't about to let me release my seed inside of her. She grinned, showing the cute little gap in her teeth and said "here are your targets."
Happily I pulled out, my cock slippery with her juices and fired what seemed to be endless ropes of cum on her tits, her face and her hair. She shied away a bit, worried that my ejaculation would strike her eyes, but as I fired off the final rounds, dripping cum on that bodysuit which has etched itself onto my memory, I watched her lick a drop of cum off of her upper lip and rub my hot cum all over her tits like an exotic moisturizer.
Lynn left me with plenty of memories before we parted company, and even now I cherish those memories of the first girl I kissed, the first girl I explored and the first girl I fucked.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3gow2a/18m_exploring_with_lynn_18f
Amazing. Did you get up to much else with her?
I did. Thinking about writing some more :)