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        My First Lover
I was a sixteen-year-old high school sophomore in the Spring of 1964. Like many boys my age, I had a major case of insecurity, especially around girls. I had heard all the guys’ locker-room talk about what they had done with their girlfriends. All I had ever accomplished with a girl was get a quick kiss in the bushes when I was about eleven-years-old. I guess I was a late bloomer.
About a month before school let out for the summer, I obtained my first driver’s license. I bought an old car and enjoyed my first taste of freedom. No longer was I dependent on Dad for transportation.
The car was a 1951, two-toned green, Chevy Deluxe, and it cost me all of $50. 00. It was old, but it looked decent and ran well. It only used a quart of oil a week, and the six cylinder engine got pretty good gas mileage, not that gas mileage was a major consideration in 1964. Gas was 25-30 cents a gallon.
I was the only guy in my group to have his own car. That made me rather popular among my peers. Four or five of the guys would each chip in 50 cents for gas, and we could cruise all night.
Throughout the nearly completed school year, I had been enamored with the younger sister of a classmate. Ann and I had chatted many times at ball games or in the school hallways. She had a giggle in her voice that I just loved hearing. She seemed sweet, but since I had no car, there was no way I could take her anywhere on a date.
Shortly after getting my car, I was able to work up the courage to asked Ann out. I asked her if she'd like to go for a burger at the local A&W. I began breathing again only when she said she’d go out with me.
Ann was cute and petite. At fifteen, she stood 5’5" and weighed maybe 100 pounds. Her eyes were deep brown. She wore her hair in the typical styles of the 60s. It was either piled high in a beehive or flipped up at her shoulders, and was held in place by a heavy coating of hair spray.
Ann, and her friends, must have kept the hair spray industry in business. Many of the guys joked about not smoking around their girlfriends hair out of fear of an explosion.
When I went to her home Friday evening to pick Ann
up, instead of waiting in her driveway, I knocked on her door.
Ann’s mother asked me a million questions. Her father just continued to smiled at Ann and I. He winked as we headed for the door, and told us to have a good time.
Ann was wearing her typical attire, a colorful blouse and blue jeans. Her blouse seemed a bit to small. Ann’s breasts were small, about the size of oranges. However, her tight blouse tended to show them off.
During the 18 mile ride to town and the A&W, Ann sat near the passenger door. We talked about many things, but mostly school stuff. As we pulled into the A&W, I told her this was my
first real date, and I was nervous (scared to death was more like it).
Ann smiled and slid over to sit close to me. When I got the car parked in a drive-in stall at the A&W, she took my right arm and draped it over her right shoulder. She then leaned over and kissed my cheek.
WOW! Kissed by a girl!
The car-hop came and took our orders for Trojan Burgers, onion rings, and root beers. The Trojan Burger was a feature of that particular A&W. It was named for the local school's sports
teams. Over the succeeding 35 years, I have never been able to find a burger that tasted quite as good, or made as much mess.
After finishing our burgers, and a second root beer, it was well after dark. Ann and I began heading back to her home. She suggested we take a different route. A route that took us over the county's back roads.
About half way to her place, Ann pointed to a secluded turn-off and said, "Pull in there.
The turn-off wound about 100 yards into some woods. If she hadn’t known it was there, we would never have seen it.
I was so naive! I had no idea why she wanted to stop there. Ann was about to show me why.
When I had parked the car, and left radio on and playing 60s rock-n-roll, Ann turned and gave me a firm tongue-in-cheek (her tongue in my cheek) kiss. She then twisted around until she was lying cradled in my left arm. She was holding my right hand tightly to her left breast.
I moved the seat all the way back to give her as much room as possible. I may have been inexperienced and naive, but I was not stupid. I began kneading her breast through her clothing.
Ann softly said, "Unbutton my blouse. "
As I opened her blouse, it fell away leaving just a bra covering her tits.
"That too!" she said, and rolled onto her right side and hugged my neck.
Reaching behind her, I fumbled with the clasp of her bra.
Her firm young tits were a little more than a good hand full, and the nipples were very hard. I gently rubbed, squeezed, and pinched her tits and nipples.
Ann was soon moaning and rocking in my lap. After a short time, she took my hand from her chest and guided it to her crotch. As I rubbed her crotch, she began lifting her hips to meet my hand.
Becoming bolder, I unbuttoned her jeans and
lowered her zipper. Reaching inside her pants, I found and began rubbing her bush through her panties. Ann pushed my hand down further until I was rubbing her pussy's slit. Her panties were soaking wet. Pushing them aside, I continued stroking up and down her slit.
Near the top of one of my strokes, I must have hit something tender because Ann abruptly tensed. I felt what seemed like a small, hard, pebble above her love hole. When I caressed it, Ann grabbed my hand, pushed it harder into that little hard spot. She gasped, "Oh yes! Right there!"
After a short time of gently rubbing that little pebble, Ann was violently thrusting her hips up to my hand.
Ann soon began to relax, and, with a deep sigh, lowered her hips. She then rolled onto her right side and slid back from my belly a bit. She started rubbing my dick through my pants. It didn't take her long to loosen my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants, pull my shorts down, and take my dick in her hand. That alone nearly got me off. She was the first person to ever touch my dick other than me, at least since I was a baby.
Ann was stroking up and down my dick with her left hand while she kissed and licked its head. I was soon about ready to cum.
When I told Ann of my impending eruption, she tightened her grip and sped up her stroking.
When I erupted, she kept pumping until I was dry. She then sat up, wiped her hand on tissues from her purse, and gave me a very passionate kiss.
We reassembled our clothes, and, while holding each other tightly, slowly drove to her home.
When we got to her place, I had that beer with her father. He seemed to enjoy my company, and I enjoyed his.
I didn't drink very often, so I nursed one beer for nearly an hour. By that time, it was getting late, so, I said goodbye to Ann's father. Ann accompanied me as I headed to my car. On the way out the door, Ann's father told her to be sure to give me a nice kiss. I almost felt bad knowing what we had already done. Almost!
Ann and I made a date to see a movie at the local drive-in on Saturday night. As I opened my car door to leave, she not only kissed me goodnight, but firmly rubbed my crotch before she went inside.
About 6:30 Saturday evening, I picked Ann up at her home. Her mother had gone to work. Her father asked where we were going.
As soon as we hit the road, Ann slid close to me and kissed my cheek. I draped my arm over her shoulder. When she swivelled slightly to her right, my hand naturally settled on her right breast. I lightly rubbed her breast through her blouse and bra. I reached into the top of her blouse and squeezed her left tit through her bra.
Ann then exhibited some contortionist abilities and removed her bra without disturbing the buttons of her blouse. I then had much easier access to her tits.
Opening her top two blouse buttons, and sliding my hand into the gap, I began gently rubbing and squeezing her tits. Her nipples were soon hard little knots pushing against her blouse.
Ann didn't replace her bra when we got to the A&W. She merely fastened one of her blouse buttons. Her firm tits and hard nipples continued trying to escape from her blouse all the time we were at the A&W.
After eating, we went to the drive-in. I found a place in the back line to park, bought us some drinks, and settled in to watch the double feature.
Ann laid her head on my shoulder. My right arm was around her shoulders, my hand on her left tit. Her left hand was rubbing the inside of my right leg. It was obvious we wouldn't be seeing much of the movie. I was about to learn why drive-in theaters were called passion pits.
As the lot lights dimmed, and the screen came to life, I unbuttoned the top four of Ann's six blouse buttons. Her tits were fully exposed to my hands and eyes. Her hardened nipples were about the size of an elementary school pencil eraser. They almost looked out of place on her petite tits. Gentle pinching of those nipples brought groans and rapid breathing from Ann.
The movie had barely started when Ann laid her head in my lap facing up. I continued rubbing and squeezing her tits with my right hand while stroking her hair with my left. She was soon cooing and moaning almost like a kitten purring.
I stroked up and down Ann’s slit and slowly spread her pussy’s lips open. As I gently rubbed her little pebble, Ann began lifting her hips off the car seat.
"Oh yes! Right there! More!" Ann gasp.
As she rapidly thrust her hips up to my hand, I shoved a finger into her love hole. It was quickly joined by a second finger. Ann reached down and held my hand tightly to her pussy. She arched her back, and held her pussy high in the air. "Oh, oh, oooooh!" She gasped through rapid breaths.
I could feel muscles inside her pussy twitching around my fingers. Her freely flowing juices from her pussy, drenched my hand and left a wet spot on my car’s seat.
As Ann slowly settled down, she rolled onto her right side and began stroking my rock hard dick through my pants. Her face was only a few inches from my zipper.
Almost before I know it, she had opened my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants, and had my dick in her hand. She gently stroked the full length of my dick several times before starting to kiss and lick the underside of it.
Then, without warning, Ann sat up, turned her body to face me, and laid back. She placed her head on the passenger door armrest, lifted her left leg over me, and laid it against the car's seat back. Her right leg was draped off the seat to driver's floor. Some time during the process, Ann had finished opening her blouse. It lay crumpled along her sides.
As I viewed the body before me, I was in awe. Ann was the first naked female I had seen. She was so beautiful. Her small tits were well proportioned to her petite body.
I must have been stared at her for a while. She brought me back to real time by holding her arms out to me, and saying, "Come here!"
I twisted in the seat, laid between her legs, and kissed my way up her torso to her mouth. My legs, bent at the knees, rested on the driver's door. My dick was only inches from Ann's pussy. I moved up to where my dick just barely touching her pussy.
"Come on honey, make love to me, now. " She said, somewhat impatiently. Thinking she was a virgin like I was, I very slowly pushed into her hole. When I had about three inches in Ann's pussy, she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me all the way in. I met no resistance. She held me there for a short time. Then, relaxing her legs, she let me pull partially out before pulling me back in.
In what seemed like no time, we were both about to get off.
"I'm about to cum" I gasped.
She raised her knees to her chest, hugged me tightly, and said, "Me too. "
I slammed deeply into her, and she locked me there with her legs. I held deep in pussy as I dumped my load. Her pussy muscles seemed to be milking the last drop of cum from my dick.
As our orgasms subsided, Ann lowered her legs. We lay together until my dick softened, and I pulled out.
As we came down, and our breathing returned to normal, I asked, "That wasn't your first time was it?"
"No!" she said with a smile. She gave no further answer, and I didn't asked any more questions.
We dressed and cuddled through the rest of the double feature.
I was soon going steady with Ann. We dated through high school and married the September following my graduation.
Ann loved to fuck. Unfortunately, one man was apparently not enough for her. She was one horny bitch that turned out to be a whore. It wasn't long before she was sharing her favors with someone else as well as me.
She was a great fuck though, and serviced me well during our short marriage. Ann taught me much of what I needed to know about how to pleasure a woman. For that, I am still grateful.
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