Of the three couples, we were the only ones to meet again. We had planned to meet at Pat and Sheila’s house that evening. After you left, we met up with some school friends who had just stolen fruit from a van. As we chatted, the police turned up and arrested us, along with them. Grounded, I had no way to let you know and felt so bad about letting you down. There was nothing I could do except apologize and explain. Luckily, you forgave me and young lust blossomed.
During the following months, we explored each other at every opportunity, loving to please, but restricted by our lack of experience and the fear of going too far. Your sister, Mary, had become pregnant very young, from what she described as ‘heavy petting’ while swearing there was no intercourse involved. The virgin birth brought shame to your family. For that reason, you said you could not risk going all the way. Respecting your boundaries, I pushed them but did not cross them.
Deep inside, I think we both fantasized about going all the way – I certainly did; but then, we were young, naïve, and trying to find our way through a minefield of emotions while too inexperienced to put our true feelings into words and discuss what we really wanted.
We must remember that in the early 1970s, life was more simple. There were no video or DVD’s, no internet, no mobile phones. Our main source of sex education was giggling friends with as much know-how as we had.
In a way, I was lucky. My advanced – I use that word lightly – sex education came courtesy of my father. Unable to talk about it, he would leave porn magazines where I could ‘accidentally’ find them. The elegantly-posed bare-breasted images with their airbrushed crotches were an improvement on the underwear section of Freeman’s catalogue for masturbation. As amazing as the nudes were, it was the letters section that tutored me. It was there I discovered women crave sex as much as men.
What I loved most about our get-togethers, was you craved sex as much as I did; you were always wet, always ready. I couldn’t keep my hands off your fluffy bush and soft puffy lips. No matter how many times my hand descended between your legs, I was always amazed at your reaction. The way you quivered, gasped, and clung to me as I eased my fingers inside you, filled my heart with joy.
At that age, I was so virile my cock never went down. You took great pleasure releasing it and slowly masturbating me as we made out. You were as fascinated by my cock as I was your pussy. You said you could not believe how big it was and loved to look at it, giggling as you slowly drew the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive purple head.
One day, you asked if you could show it to the twins Pat and Sheila. You were the only person that had ever handled my cock. I was a little apprehensive, but the thought of being exposed too, and hopefully touch by someone else overcame any embarrassment I felt. With a little trepidation, I agreed. Sheila came and sat beside us while Pat knelt in front of us. My heart raced as you slowly unzipped me, drew my cock out, and exposed my throbbing erection to a chorus of giggles.
“Are his balls as large?” Sheila asked. I lifted my hips while you wriggled my trousers down to my knees so they could get a better view. I’d never felt so exposed and loved it as I wondered how their pussies would compare to yours. They watched intently as you slowly wanked me, making sure the skin drew fully back, showing-off my twitching mushroom, fully engorged and glistening with pre-cum.
“Feel how hard it is,” you said, inviting them to touch it. I held my breath in anticipation, only to be disappointed when they chickened out.
Two months on, our explorations had plateaued. We had gone as far as we dare and as far as our limited experience could take us. We knew what we were doing was taboo, but it didn’t stop us.
I prided myself in pleasuring you. I felt there was more, but I just didn’t know what to do or how to do it. My only option was to return to my previous source of sexual knowledge for guidance.
The letter pages in my father’s wank-mags described women being driven wild as their partners teased and licked their clitoris. What they did not explain, was where it was. The images that accompanied the stories may have shown occasional bush, but in that era, images of the vagina itself was a definite no-no. To show my naivety, I surmised from the descriptions that the clitoris was between the vagina and anus.
The next time we got together, I tried rubbing what I now know was your perineum only to discover it had no pronounced effect on you. It certainly didn’t drive you wild as described in the porn-mags. Bewildered, but not willing to give up, I went in search of a medical manual (another alternative porn-book of the day).
Eureka! By studying the diagrams, I learned the elusive whereabouts of the magical clitoris.
Discovering your clitoris changed the way we played. I desperately wanted to please you, to take you over the edge, to bathe in your pleasure as you came. Much to my disappointment, as you got close, you would hold back and stop me. I can’t tell you how frustrating that was.
Our world opened one spring night when your parents went away and trusted you to look after the family home. To a young, sexually adventurous teenager, this is interpreted as party time. Arrangements were made, and with illicitly purchased drinks in hand, a small group of trusted friends appeared on cue.
It was a quality evening, with plenty of drink, music, and laughter. As the hours lengthened, couples slipped into each other’s company, and sleeping arrangements were made.
We did not discuss it, at that age we rarely did, but I knew you had planned this night to be something special. You were unusually quiet as you showed me to your parents’ bed and told me to get in and wait while you and Rita went to the bathroom. The house was full, and the three of us were to share the room. Rita, in the single bed alongside your parent’s double.
I had never shared a bed with anyone before; the anticipation was tortuous. My heart was thumping as I stripped to my underwear. Looking down at my erection, screaming to get out, I thought, ‘What the hell, they will be off soon anyway.’ So, I stripped completely and hopped into bed.
It seemed forever before you came back. Rita came in first, cotton pyjamas buttoned to the neck. “Kim wants you to close your eyes while she comes in,” she said. The air was electric, my senses heightened, I was aware of every movement, every footfall, every rustle of clothing as you moved… finally, you gave me permission to look.
WOW!!! You looked stunning dressed in a sexy see-through baby-doll nightdress with matching panties. With my jaw hanging, I feasted my eyes on the curves of your perfect figure, your beautiful firm breasts and nipples protruding through the soft shimmering material. I was speechless.
My silence must have knocked your confidence for you asked, “Do I look stupid?”
How could you have thought such a thing? You looked out of this world! I wanted to leap out of bed and ravish you, but sporting a huge erection and with Rita standing beside you, I couldn’t. Once I reassured and complimented you, you slipped into bed beside me with a big smile.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I gasped. My head spinning from the scent of your perfume, I was in heaven as you fell into my arms, desperate to explore every inch of your body. I caressed you through the soft silky material while you ran your nails down my back, over my bare buttocks, and across my thighs. No words were needed, and the world disappeared as we melted together.
Anxious to feel your skin on mine, there was a frantic flurry of arms and legs as your baby-doll and panties dissolved the way clothes evaporate in erotic dreams. I shall never forget the exquisite pleasure as we marvelled, for the first time in our lives, at the sensation of naked flesh on flesh… Oh, this was better than any fantasy.
Passion taking over, we began to explore each other more intimately. As I nibbled your ears and kissed your neck, my hands teased your sensitive zones in the way I knew you loved. When I hit the spots that made you gasp and sent tingles coursed through your body, it was like winning the lotto. I loved the sensitivity of your erect nipples under my fingers, the little groans you made as I teased them. The more you moaned, the more I wanted to please you.
Without once losing lip contact, we honoured each other with caresses, our hands finding their way to familiar destinations, you teasing my cock, my fingers swimming in your juices. The quivers that cursed through your body as my fingers entered you, sometimes one; sometimes two, filled me with pride. We often went on like this for hours, you gently teasing my cock while I gingerly finger-fucked you, contented that we were pleasing each other.
I’d read about oral sex sending the women wild and wondered what it would be like to do this to you. I dreamt of your reaction as my tongue teased your clit for the first time. I had no worries about doing it, I’d secretly tasted your essence off my fingers many times, and the aroma of your sweet juices made my head spin.
As we engulfed each other that night, I longed to see if you would enjoy it as much as the girls in the magazines. Daring to try, I kissed my way down your body, sucking and teasing your familiar nipples before moving lower. As I kissed the sensitive areas on your tummy, you moaned and arched your back to greet me. Oh…how I loved your reactions. Unfortunately, as I kissed along the line of your pubic hair breathing in the scent of your sex, you realised my intention, and for whatever reason surged through your mind, you stopped me and pulled me back up.
Not put off, my fingers continued pleasing you, alternating between finger-fucking and teasing your clit. I was aware your breathing was quickening, the moans increasing until finally, you whispered, “You make me want to.”
‘Want to? What to what?’ I thought. You must mean you want to do it. Wow… I could not believe this. I had condoms, I carried them more through wishful thinking than need.
“Hold on a minute.” I broke bodily contact for the first time and reached over to rummage through my trouser pockets to find one.
“No not that,” you said with a little anger in your voice.
Confused but not put off, there was nothing to do but resume our lovemaking. It wasn’t long before the whisper came again, “You make me want to.” Hum… I was not going to make that mistake again! I eased myself on top of you thinking you must want to do it without a condom.
You ‘tutted’ loudly and pushed me off. “Not that!” you barked.
After a token ‘huff’, the lovemaking resumed and in time the whisper came again. I wasn’t going to fall for it a third time. “You want to what?” I asked.
“You know. You make me want to.” You replied with the assumption a naive hormone-driven teenager would understand the complex workings of the female mind. I didn’t and was totally confused. The only ‘want to’ I knew translated as ‘do it’ and the only ‘do it’ I could think of was fucking; and that clearly wasn’t the ‘do it’ you had in mind.
‘Humm.. I’ll call your bluff’ I thought, “I want you to as well darling,” I said tactfully.
We resumed again, and I concentrated on your clit. As passion increased, you seemed to let yourself go. Your hips gyrating wildly in time with my hand, you were really getting into it this time, more so than usual. Then it came to me in a flash! You wanted to cum. How could I have been so stupid? My pace increased, I DEFINATELY wanted you to!
This time there was no rejection. Your body began to shake, your nails gouging into my back as you convulsed into a quivering orgasm. It was amazing, I felt so proud to have made you cum. Breathless, sweating, and panting we clung together and showered each other with kisses. The pleasure of making you cum was beyond anything I had ever felt before. I wanted to know everything and asked what it felt like, but you didn’t have the words. One thing I knew for sure was I loved making you cum and wanted to do it again. We did, many times that night until we were unable to take any more and collapsed clinging together like spoons as we drifted off to sleep.
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