Message-ID: <6994eli$9801041542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Tom Subject: Sara Lee. The first time. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: tje@mail.nls.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <05315800001857@nls.net> It was bitterly cold, so cold that my parka did not keep me warm. Yet I remained standing on the sidewalk across the street from her house, hoping to catch sight of her. I stood there for five hours in vain, because she never showed up I was in love with Sara Lee, whose name was awkward, especially because she did not know how to cook. We had known each other since kindergarten and we had early on become pals. We were in the seventh grade then. I was thirteen years old and Sara was twelve. Ever since I had begun to jack off, a few months previously, I started to see Sara as more than just a pal. I fell in love with my old friend. She was petite with a mousey face that I thought was cute. Her black hair.always seemed to need a brush, and she was, in general, a bit messy. But I loved her. I suppose some people would say that she was scrawny, and it was true that her limbs were quite slender and nothing poked at her blouse. But I loved her. A few weeks back I had jumped off the second story roof of my house to impress her, and I almost broke both my legs. I was Sara's best friend, as she told me so many times, but she did not see me as a boyfriend. I had noticed her scoping other guys in class, so I knew that she was not a total innocent. I supposed that she masturbated, as I did, but we never talked about sex. We never kissed or even held hands. She would push at me and we would rough house like old buddies. There was a lot of tomboy in her. I stood across from her house on that cold day because I wanted to tell her that I loved her. I wanted to kiss her, to cuddle with her, to feel her. Those hours that I waited for her seemed to last forever. Finally I became just too cold and frustrated, so I went home and masturbated in the shower. The next day in school, when I asked where she had been, Sara told me that she and her mother had gone to visit an aunt. No one was about, so I took her hand in mine. We had touched many times before, but not with intimate intent. Sara pulled her hand away and gave me a scolding look. She also punched me on the shoulder hard. I wanted to take her into my arms and kiss her face, and I think that she knew it. She rushed off to band practice leaving me standing there to look at her retreating slender legs, which I so much wanted to lick. Then there began the most awful period of my life, when Sara took up with a high school boy, a football player who was sixteen. She doted on him and made a fool of herself over him, and I felt the aching certainty that I would never be her first lover. His name was Tim, a pretty boy, yet big and strong. He was full of himself and I hated him for taking my Sara from me. One day Sara came to my house looking very haggard. She had been crying. At first she would not tell me what was wrong, but eventually I learned that Tim had fucked her for a few weeks and then dropped her. Sara told me that he kept score of how many virgins he had taken. He marked them on his bedroom wall with a pencil. She was number thirteen. She could tell me such intimate things, because I was her best and oldest friend. She let me embrace her that awful day, but not as a lover. I held her as she sobbed on my shoulder. I nuzzled her head with my face and noticed that her hair needed washing. I wanted to bathe with her, to wash her body, but it was hopeless. Sara just did not think of me as a sexual person. I suppose that I was not forceful enough, and it is true that I was never a "take charge" kind of guy. Perhaps that is what she wanted; someone to dominate her. I could never do that, because I loved her too much to force her to do my bidding. Sara then took up with a pretty ninth grader, and I assumed that they fucked themselves silly. It lasted just a short time, and she showed up at my house again with tears in her eyes. Not long after the end of her second affair Sara and I were in her basement playing a game of Monopoly. He mother had gone out shopping and we were alone in the house. I could not concentrate on the game, because she was wearing shorts and I was fascinated by the soft looking flesh of her bare thigh. Of course, I had a stiffie. I reached over and placed my hand on her knee. Sara looked up at me, but she did not pull away or protest. She put her hand on mine, grasping it, and moved it up her thigh close to the hem of her shorts. Her skin was so soft. She looked at me strangely. She got up and told me to come with her, which I did without question, although I had no idea what she intended. We went up to her room, where she then lay upon the bed, looking up at me as if I should do something. I didn't have a clue. She told me to lie next to her, which I eagerly did, and then she rolled herself on top of me, wriggling her body against mine. I put my arms around her and she let me kiss her lips for the first time. I was in heaven. Then she whispered in my ear that she wanted me to kiss her "in the French way". I thought that she wanted me to use my tongue in kissing her, and I did, sticking it between her lips. Sara became pouty and frustrated. This was not what she had in mind. Then I could actually see her thinking. She told me to take off her shoes and socks and to lick her legs. I was in heaven. I could not believe it. My dream had come true. I fumbled at her laces, too much in a hurry, but I got her feet free of her shoes and socks. I sucked on her toes and licked her ankles, but Sara wanted me to lick up her legs. I did as she asked, lapping my tongue at each of her calves as I proceeded to her knees, which I slobbered in ecstasy. Sara pulled at my head and wanted me to to go further. I then licked her soft thighs, higher and higher, until my nose touched the hem of her shorts. I noticed a strange odor coming from her, from beneath her shorts. Sara then pulled one end of her shorts up tight so that I could see her panties and she told me to lick the top of her thigh. The odor was overpowering and delicious. I licked to the crease of her groin, tasting sweat and God knows what. Sara was then very agitated. She told me to take off her shorts and her panties, which I immediately did, not believing my wonderful good fortune. I soon saw her pussy, not yet covered with pubic hair. She put her fingers on her nether lips, which seemed so exquisitely foreign to me, and pulled them appart, giving me an anatomy lesson.. Sara pointed at a protrubence, which I later learned was her clitoris, and she told me to lick on it. It seemed a bit gross, but I did it. I am glad that I did, because Sara took off immediately. She crooned and wriggled, and then she screamed out loud as her pelvis pushed at my face. That was how I learned to eat pussy. Then she lay quietly with her eyes closed. I took off my shorts and underpants, intending to put my rigid, desperate cock into her. I climbed between her skinny legs and thought that I had achieved nirvana. But Sara pushed me off her and crossed her legs so that I could gain no entry. She asked me if I had any protection, a question which I did not understand.. She repeated it, asking if I had a condom, and then I understood. I had to admit that I had none, and she looked frustrated. We could not fuck, but she let me take off her blouse and bra. I sucked and licked on her incipient breasts, and she cuddled to me as I masturbated, spewing forth on her legs and groin.. It had been more than I had ever dreamed. Sara became my girlfriend, and I found out how to get condoms. The following weekend we fucked gloriously, and Sara sucked a hicky onto my neck as she experienced a powerful orgasm. I thought it a badge of manhood, and I was not embarrassed to display it. Sara and I then remained lovers until we went off to different colleges. I have lost track of her, but I still love her. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |