Young love in the summer. There really isn’t anything quite like it. My mom had a friend that used to say, “Well, sure, it’s only puppy love, but it sure feels real to the puppy.” As a kid in high school, I didn’t quite fully understand the sentiment. I mean, I understood the overall concept of what she was saying, but it’s only after 40 years of life experience that I truly understand what she meant. Our entire relationship lasted only about a year, but for the puppy, what a year it was.
This is a story from the springtime of our love. Just a couple of young lovers, a darkened movie theater, and my first handjob.
The parking lot was mostly empty, pretty common for an early-afternoon, midweek matinee. The movie theater was, as it is for most young couples, a pretty regular date spot for us. It was an added bonus that we both actually enjoyed the movies, not just the quiet privacy of a dimly-lit theater. We parked, and sat in the car for a moment. Our love was still fresh and we were at the point we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We started kissing and she hopped over to the driver’s side of the car and straddled me. We made out and as I started to get hard, she slowly grinded on me. Up until this point, this is the furthest we had taken our physical relationship. There were many days of just laying on top of one another, making out as we grinded each other. In unison, we moaned together as my cock throbbed through our jeans into her pussy.
After a few minutes of this, she stopped kissing me. “Alright,” she said as she hopped back into the passenger seat, “let’s get going. The movie is starting soon.” If it were up to me, we’d have missed the whole movie. She had other plans, though, and with the years of experience I now have, I could have seen the telltale signs, but as I mentioned before, I was young and inexperienced.
It started a few days earlier while we were out at the video store when she hit me with the question. “So, how much have you done with a girl?” I was completely stunned. Up until now I had never actually had this conversation with a girl, not to mention a girlfriend. I didn’t know how to answer in a cool way, so I just said that all I had ever done was kissing. She seemed completely dumbfounded by this, “Wait, what? How? You’re so hot!” She told me I was hot a lot. I loved it. I explained that there wasn’t much to it, I wasn’t shy, by any means, but matters of fairer sex had always eluded me. I had an immense fear of rejection and because of that, it kept me from ever really even having an opportunity to be with a girl. “Well, that makes sense,” she said, “considering I had to follow you around for the whole school year telling you that you were hot before you thought I was interested. I led you there, and I STILL had to make the first move.” I laughed and expressed that it was “my bad” and I thought she was just being nice. She explained that she wasn’t just “being nice” but wanted me to reciprocate just a little before she completely made her move. I never did. She eventually did, and now here we were. So, I asked what kind of experience she had. “Well, I’ve never had sex. I’ve never done mouth-stuff….so…yeah.” I was insecure about it, looking back, “hand-stuff” seems VERY mild, but to a very inexperienced young man, it seemed like she had YEARS of sexual prowess under her belt and I was going to be a big disappointment.
So, back to what I was saying. She’s sitting in my passenger seat. She flips the visor down to fix her makeup in the mirror. “Ok, let’s go.” She says as she pops the door open. I get out and we meet in front of the car. We reach for each other’s hand and head into the theater. After purchasing our tickets and snacks, we go and find our seats. Once the previews are finished, and the house lights went out, we immediately started making out. We were the only ones in the theater, a fringe benefit of attending a matinee in the middle of the week, and as we made out, I started to feel her up. She had 32C breasts. They were full and soft and I absolutely LOVED the way they felt in my hand.
As the kissing became more passionate, I started to get hard. It usually didn’t take much to get me going and this was no exception. I cupped her breast and squeezed as I softly bit her lower lip. She moaned and lowered her hand onto my bulge and started rubbing up and down. This was the first time she had ever touched me there. As she rubbed and we kissed, I started to moan quietly. “Oh my god. It feels so good.” She reached for my zipper and started to unzip my jeans. “Wait. What are you doing?” I asked nervously.
“You don’t want me to touch it?” She whispered into my ear. She asked, but didn’t stop making her way into my jeans. I tried to play it off like I was nervous because we were in public, but the truth is I was just nervous.
“I do,” I said, “but what if someone sees?” It was a pretty weak excuse and from that day on, being out in public never stopped us, but that’s all I had at the time.
She scoffed at me. “Are you serious? We’re alone in a dark movie theater.” I looked around again and noticed that she was right. She wiggled her little hand into the slit in my jeans she had pried open a few moments before and started rubbing me over my boxers. “Want me to touch it?” She asked as she already started to finger her hand inside my boxers.
“Mmmhmm…” I said as we kissed. I felt her soft fingers open my boxer flap as she reached her entire hand inside them. Once inside, she softly rubbed my cock with her fingers. “Oh my god.” I said under my breath. “It feels so good.” As I said that, she gripped my cock and started stroking downward. It was a little dry, so she quickly pulled her hand out long enough to lick her palm and fingers and stuck her hand back into my pants and started stroking. After a few minutes, I started to feel myself getting close. “Oh fuck, stop.” I said as she started to slow her strokes.
“What’s wrong?” She said as she looked around the dark room. I told her nothing was wrong, but that I was going to cum soon. “Oh. You don’t want to cum?” I told her that I wanted to, but that we didn’t have anywhere for me to finish. Smiling, she said, “Just finish, it’s ok.” I didn’t really have much time to rethink it. I leaned back in my seat, as she continued to stroke. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.” She whispered into my ear as she relaxed her thumb away from the grip and used it to gently massage the head of my dick while the rest of the hand kept stroking. That sent me over the edge.
“Alright,” I said quietly, “I’m cumming.” I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes. As I pumped warm cum out of my cock, she kept stroking. I had never felt anything like it. Soon I felt my entire cock covered in cum as she slipped her hand up and down, using my cum as lube. It felt like an eternity and, somehow, I still didn’t want it to end. When my body finally relaxed she slowed her strokes and eventually stopped.
With the final few strokes, she said, “Finished?” I nodded and told her I was done. “Ok!” She had a little pep in her voice as she said it. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and pulled her hand out, using some napkins to wipe it clean.
After the movie ended, the lights came up and I was surprised to see how much of the cum didn’t make it to my jeans. I guessed the boxers held most of it. Everything was pretty normal for the drive home. We talked, joked, almost like nothing had happened. I thought we weren’t even going to address what happened but about halfway to her house she said, “So, today was fun. We’re going to do that again, right?”
We did do that again, along with a whole mess of other things. In a lot of ways, she ruined me for other women. I never quite had fun like I did with her. It was only a year of my life we were together, but it was a year I’ll remember vividly.