Message-ID: <19500eli$9901310429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: M.T.Head Subject: Repost:"My First Time" by h_wolf (mF) (hey h_wolf, your email bounces) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19990130184852.18107.qmail@nym.alias.net> I didn't write this story, the author is h_wolf@bellsouth.net. Unfortunately, this email address generated an "unknown user" error. I hope the author can get that fixed soon, and I hope he will write more such nice stories. (I've corrected just two or three errors) Subject: first time, m/f, new writer too - DPC1A.txt (0/1) From: h_wolf@bellsouth.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Date: Tue, 26 Jan 1999 03:56:24 GMT Message-ID: <36af3b9c.4335833@news1.lig.bellsouth.net> -------- My First Time If you are not yet 18 years of age, stop reading this and read something more intellectually enlightening. Chapter 1 I met Nancy during my freshman year in school. She moved into my neighborhood just before school started. A friend of mine, Tom, was hot for Nancy and it seemed she felt the same for him. She wasn't allowed to date yet, and none of us had a driver's license. So Tom arranged for us to walk past their house at a certain time and Nancy would invite us up to talk. As you might expect, I was quickly excluded from their conversation. Consequently, Nancy's mom, Susan, talked with me. Before we left, Susan told me I was always welcome to come back and talk with her, that she especially loved the sound of my voice. Over the next years, I continued to visit them, even after Tom and Nancy lost interest in each other. Most of the guys I hung out with were the shop class type, a fast and fun crowd, but not too much brainpower. Nancy and I shared math and science classes from geometry to trigonometry, from biology to physics, all through high school. We studied together in a small den at the back of their house while watching television. Susan often sat with us, helping with our math, as she seemed to have a natural ability. Most teenagers seem to push their parents away, but Susan and Nancy were a team. Much to my delight and pain, they frequently tag teamed against me, alternating flirting with general male bashing. I had no complaints, the warmth and attention of two women was worth the occasional prod. Looking back, I think they used me as Nancy's guinea pig, but I learned enough as well to make it a fair trade. I have a good deal of mechanical aptitude, and I became a part-time "man around the house" for Nancy and Susan. For Nancy and I, the relationship grew until she was my closest female friend. Susan and I had another relationship. She was almost a mentor to me, but tension was always present and without thinking much about it, I assumed it was a teenager/parent thing. It was late summer, between my sophomore and junior year, when the next significant event occurred. During the school year, Nancy stayed with her dad one weekend a month. During the summer, it varied, especially if he invited her on vacation with him. I dropped by their house one hot summer day to kill some time. Susan's car was there, but nobody answered the door. I figured they might be out back by the pool, so I walked around. Susan was just coming up from the water as I approached. She told me that Nancy was with her dad, shopping to get ready for their vacation together. She reclined on a chaise, to soak up some sunshine, and I sat in a chair near her to talk. As I looked at her, in a new swimsuit, I reflected on how she had changed in the last year. When I first met them, Susan had been probably twenty plus pounds overweight, and wore dumpy clothes. Nancy was rail thin, and the only thing she shared with her mom was a pretty face. Seems Susan bought this house using the money from their old place after a messy divorce. Over the past year, Susan began shedding pounds and updating her wardrobe. As I said, I was looking at her in a new swimsuit, her first bikini, and trying hard to get my gaze off her chest as we spoke. She was down to "fighting weight" now, about 120 pounds, standing about 5 foot 6, and measurements probably at 37-25-36. During the year, Nancy had begun filling out as well, so now with Susan's updated wardrobe they could pass as sisters. After a few minutes went by, she flipped to her stomach and asked me to put on some sunscreen. She unhooked her top and had me spread lotion on her shoulders and down her back. I was going to stop, but she told me to spread some out on her legs as well. I started at her ankles and worked my way up. As I rubbed higher on her legs, I started to think about rubbing between her legs and my penis started filling with blood. I paused mid-thigh, and she said, "Keep going, I don't want to have a sunburn right at the edge of my rear end." I finished putting the lotion on her legs, rubbing it right up to the edge of her bikini bottom. She said quietly, "You have good hands, sometime you'll have to give me a massage." I had no idea if she knew what this did to me, but to avoid embarrassment, I said nothing, turned away and let the sun warm me as I tried to relax. Probably ten minutes went by when I heard her rise from the chaise. She said, "Want to go inside and get something cold to drink with me?" I nodded my head yes as I tried to stop looking at her chest. She was holding the bikini bra cups to her chest, and gave me a little smile as I turned red with what I was thinking. She turned around and said, "Hook me will you." I did my best and we walked into the kitchen. She got out a couple of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator. She poured herself a glass then gestured for my glass. I guess I hadn't fastened her top properly, because just as she leaned over to fill my glass, her top let loose. She promptly dropped the pitcher of cold lemonade in my lap as she grabbed for her top. By the time we gathered our wits, I was stammering out an embarrassed apology, and she was asking if the pitcher hurt me. She said, "I'm going to change out of this suit. You get a towel from the bathroom to wrap yourself in while I rinse out your clothes and throw them in the dryer." I headed down the hall in front of her to do as I was told. As I went into the hall bathroom, she flowed on by into her bedroom. I shut the door, took off my shorts and shirt, and wrapped myself in the biggest towel I could find in the linen closet. As I stepped from the bathroom, I glanced down the hall to her bedroom, and glimpsed her through a partially open door. She was completely naked and seemed to be inspecting her shape for approval. I wanted to watch, but didn't want to get caught, so with only one more quick glance, I went into the kitchen, tossed my clothes in the sink, and sat down waiting for her. In just a minute or two she appeared. She spied my clothes in the sink, and as she swept them up and headed toward the basement laundry, she said, "Why don't you come down with me and we'll play some pool while we wait?" When we got downstairs she told me to set up a game and went into the laundry room. When she came out she took a long look at me and said, "I wish I could give you something more to wear, but I don't think you could fit in either my clothes or Nancy's." I muttered out an OK, and we began to play. As we played, she started a conversation on a personal level. She was making statements that she seemed to want me to confirm about how it was time for her to start seeing guys again, about how she had been losing weight to be more attractive. I guess my response wasn't strong enough because she straightened and asked point blank, "Tell me honest, how do you think I look?" I replied quite honestly, "I think you're beautiful." That got me a quick smile, a hug, and a very warm but short kiss on the lips. As she pulled away, my thoughts were on how soft, warm, and wet her lips felt against mine, how her chest felt pressed against my naked chest. It was hard to turn back to the game, and try as I might, I found myself thinking of the glimpse that I saw of her body upstairs a few minutes before. I was fantasizing about ripping off my towel as she pulled off her clothes, and before I realized it, an erection was forming under my towel. I knew I had to stop that line of thought, and tried to turn my attention back to the game. That's when she stroked her hands along her sides from thigh to breast, and said, "I've been trying to get back in shape. Is this a body that guys would want?" Without much thought I said, "Any guy who didn't want you is, A - dead, B - gay, or C - a fool." She said, "Ohhh, that was good!" Then she kissed me again, slowly this time with a full body hug. The erection that I had been hoping to hide came to full attention under my towel. I was certain that as tightly as she held me she could surely feel my predicament. I had no idea what to do, except that I was so enjoying the kiss and hug that I wasn't about to be the one to break free. As she finally broke the kiss, she said, "Whoa, I need to think about what I'm doing here. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Then she turned and went into the laundry and got my shorts. She handed me the shorts and said, "Here, you can put your clothes on again." I had no chance to say anything as she turned and walked up the stairs. I went home frustrated. Chapter 2 Months went by, I continued to visit, but nothing more happened between Susan and me. Finally school started, and my thoughts returned to the girls I saw in the halls and classes. Eventually, I turned sixteen, a milestone allowing me to drive. It was hard to get hot and heavy on double dates, I figured that transportation and privacy were surely the keys to sexual heaven. With money I saved working nights as a busboy, weekends at a gas station, cash left me by my grandfather, and a little help from my dad; I bought a 1964 Oldsmobile Cutlass convertible. I cruised that night with some friends, then on Saturday I thought to show it to Nancy. Turned out Nancy was at her father's for the weekend, but Susan looked it over and made some appreciative comments. She even suggested that I come by and give her a ride with the top down that evening, but I assumed she was doing the usual tease routine. I had no date for the night, but I hoped that I might run into some female that afternoon and maybe manage a date for the evening. Not a very good plan and it showed with its dismal results. I left my house intending to cruise and maybe find some friends if nothing else. As I drove around the corner, I saw Susan waving to me. I stopped and she walked up to the car asking, "Coming by to give me my ride?" I said, "Sure, hop in." She smiled and said, "Well, if you're serious, let me go get my purse." I responded, "If you take too long I'll honk and make the neighbors mad." She laughed and said, "One minute tops, you can time me." She came out, and tying her hair in a ponytail, hopped in the car saying, "Let's go." I cruised down a couple of streets, then got onto the highway and let it out to about 70. We laughed and joked for awhile and she asked what I was going to do that evening. I said, "Nothing much, tried in vain to get a date. Probably hang out with the guys." She responded, "Well, why don't you take me out on a date?" I said, "OK, where do you want to go." She said, "Let's go to a drive-inn and eat popcorn and make fun of the movies." I said, "Any particular movie you want to see?" and she answered, "No, but we can go across town so you don't get seen and embarrassed to be out with an old lady." I said, "Hey, one look at you and all the guys would be jealous." We got popcorn and cokes before the first movie, and had a good time making fun of the poorly played romantic characters. When we returned to the car after intermission, she asked if I had a blanket. I said no, and noticed the drive-inn had not yet put out the car heaters. It was a cool evening in October, and neither of us was really dressed to spend the evening outdoors, so we put the top up. I asked if she wanted me to go home or for me to turn on the engine, but she said no. As the movie started, she snuggled up against me. She took my hand, and holding it, pulled my arm around her shoulder saying, "If you don't mind, we can share body heat to help stay warm." The feature film was another romance story, but had better acting. We actually began watching it, and I almost forgot how she was snuggled up to me. When a big passion scene came on screen, she started rubbing my thigh and I became very conscious of her next to me. I started heating up, blood moving to my penis. I'm not sure why now, but I tried to take my hand and move it to her breast. She moved my hand away, and said, "Maybe you should take me home now." She had frustrated me again, but I said nothing, put the speaker on the pole, fired up the engine and we headed back to her house. When we got to her place, I pulled in the driveway to let her out. She opened the door, but before she got out she said, "Don't I get a kiss goodnight after our date?" I shrugged my shoulders, and she said, "Listen, I've always thought you were cute and certainly fun to tease. Every woman has something special she looks for in a man, something that turns her on. For me, it's always been a man's voice. Since the first time I met you, your voice has been a turn on for me. I think I told you the first time we spoke that I loved your voice. I've almost lost control several times. I'm sure you remember the day I lost my top and dumped a pitcher of lemonade in your lap. You were too young and I was too old, so I had to push you away. Well, you're legal now, not too young, but maybe I'm too old still." She paused, but before I said anything she continued, "I may be too old still. I don't know, I just know I want you now and don't want to wait. Here's the deal. I want you to drive away. If you want to go hang out with your friends, or want to go home, I understand. If you want to come back, I'll be waiting. You have to leave your car somewhere else so the neighbors don't wonder. You understand what I'm offering?" I nodded yes, and she gave me a quick squeeze on my thigh, a peck on the cheek, and hopped out of the car. I sat there for a minute before taking off. I was thinking to myself about what she said. My Midwestern morals were telling to go home, she was twice my age and the mother of my friend. My hormones were telling me to go back and maybe get laid for the first time in my life. Chapter 3 She met me at the door and said, "I almost wish you didn't come back, this is going to be messy." That confused me a little, but as I stepped into the living room, she gently began a kiss. She immediately opened her mouth and turned the kiss into a passionate embrace. I remember an incredible feeling about her lips, lips that even with hard kisses remained very soft and warm. Our tongues played and I was rapidly getting aroused. Her hands dropped to my rear and as she squeezed, she pulled me into her. She moved her lips to my ear and whispered, "Do you remember saying any man in his right mind would want me?" I nodded yes, and her tongue traced the edge of my ear. Then she whispered, "Do you want me?" I nodded yes again, unable to get my voice. She took me by the hand, and silently led me down the hall to her bedroom. Once in her bedroom, she turned and gave me scorching kiss. She pulled away and said, "I've frustrated you a couple of times haven't I." Again, I nodded yes. She continued, "You remember that day when all you had on was a towel? Well, before that I remember you rubbing lotion on my legs, and I damn near climaxed just thinking of having you, but I had to wait. I'm not waiting any longer." With that, she kissed me hard again on the lips and brought a hand around the front of me to stroke my penis through my pants. She broke the kiss and slid to her knees in front of me, opened my pants and took my penis into her mouth. At this point in my life, I had made it to "second base" with a couple of girls, "third" with one, but I had never experienced anything like this. I was in heaven as her lips wrapped tightly around me and she started slowly moving her mouth up and down my shaft. With her mouth busy, her hands drew down my pants and boxers. Barely conscious of it, I stepped out of my clothes as her hands moved up squeeze my rear. I was rapidly approaching a climax, holding onto her hair and trying to stroke myself deeper into her mouth. I tensed some, getting ready to climax, and she took her lips from my penis. She looked up and smiled before returning her lips to my erection. She began a vigorous bobbing of her head up and down my shaft. In only seconds, I came in what felt like buckets. She used her hand to help milk me dry, swallowing all my come. She stood up and said, "I knew you would be in a hurry for the first one, now we have the rest of the night." After a moment I found my voice and sheepishly admitted that I had never made love to a woman, and didn't really know what to do. I said to her, "All I know is I think your face and body are incredible." She had on a long loose dress, and moved into my arms saying, "The zipper is in the back." After I pulled down the zipper she shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell to the floor. Still in my arms, she said, "My bra opens in front." After some fumbling I got her bra open and was amazed at her beauty. She had a wonderful tan, with her breasts milky white. In contrast, she had large dark areolas, nipples already standing out proud. I was just gazing at them, doing nothing. She cupped one with a hand and using her other hand, drew my face to her breast. I sucked in as much as I could, then let it slip away until just the nipple was between my lips. I began to suck her nipple in and out of my mouth as my arms encircled her. I caressed her back, letting my hands slide down to her rear. I put my hands in her panties, then sliding my hands to the sides I drew her panties down onto her thighs. I slid my lips down her belly, drawing her panties to the floor, and let my tongue probe her navel. She pulled me up to face her and said, "You're doing exceptionally well for a beginner." All this occurred with light spilling into the room from the hallway. Now she turned on a light next to the bed and said, "You need to see and learn." She knelt across the bed to pull the comforter off, pausing to give me a rear view. She looked back and asked, "Like what you see?" I replied, "Very much," and reached out to touch her. She said, "Just wait, there's more." With that, she gracefully turned, and lying across the bed, she opened her legs to my gaze. She held out a hand to me, grasped my fingers and guided them to her. She said, "I know guys your age talk about fingering a girl, but touching here, on my clitoris, is what does it, not finger strokes in and out." Taking that lead, I moved closer and used my other hand to open and explore her. I looked closer and she drew my face to her. She was very wet, as I began to lick and sometimes stab away at her clitoris. Soon she came, and when her shudders stopped she pulled me up and said, "Quick learner." She reached down and gave my new erection a few gentle strokes, saying, "I see you're ready again. Most guys seem to want to be on top of a woman, but the fact is that sex is not really about conquest. It should be about mutual enjoyment. It usually takes longer for a woman to reach a climax, and if she's on top sometimes there enough control to let both people climax. You want to try that?" I said yes, and she rolled me to my back. She straddled my chest with her knees and brought my hands to her breasts. She held my hands as I kneaded her breasts and tweaked her nipples. As her nipples hardened and rose to sharp points she said, "No mistaking this on a woman, she either has a chill, or someone has excited her." She wriggled, spreading her juices on my chest, then moved up until her thighs straddled my face. With my hands still on her breasts, my tongue went to work on her clitoris. I put all my being into my tongue. In minutes she was moaning and wriggling on my face. I knew she climaxed again as her moans died away in sighs. But my attention never really wavered, her taste and touch was entrancing. I realized my hands had moved, I was squeezing her rear, pulling her into my face as my tongue stabbed out at her clitoris. She called out, "Enough, I need you in me." With that she slid down and as I raised my head to watch she grasped my penis and slowly lowered herself onto me until I was fully inside her. She leaned forward and with her breasts hanging in my face, she would first make a slow full-length movement up and down my penis, stopping to rub herself against me at the bottom of the stroke. After maybe a minute of this she brought my hands to her hips, then began to move up and down me with quick half-length strokes. When I said I was ready to come, she began to slam herself down on me. It felt as if the tip of my penis was poking at the top of her vagina as she reached the bottom of each stroke. As I came, I think she did as well, moaning out, "Yes, oh God it's been too long, yes, yes." She collapsed on my chest, and in a hoarse whisper said, "I was thinking of throwing you back in the pond, but I think I may have to keep you." She moved off me, and we cuddled in a spoon position, her hand over mine, cupping her breast. Not very many minutes had gone by, when an erection started forming again. I let my hand slide down her belly until my fingers played at the curls disappearing between her legs. She wiggled her rear against me, then turned to face me. We spent some time kissing softly, caressing and tickling each other, and then she pushed me onto my back. She turned sideways, then kissed her way down my chest until I could feel her lips touch the tip of my erect penis. She licked down the length of my shaft, then back up. When she reached the top, she took me into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. She turned to face me, saying "Let me know when you're ready to come." Then as she took me into her mouth again, she moved her lower body to straddle me, putting her legs on each side of my head. I took the hint and leaned up to taste her again. She didn't move her head much as I began to tongue her clitoris, but I began thrusting my penis up between her lips. I was stroking deep into her mouth, and coupled with the excitement of tasting her, I almost forgot to tell her I was near coming. Moving my face to the side, I said, "I'm going to come." Much to my surprise, she squeezed my penis in a firm, sharp way that made my climax fade away. She lifted herself off me, and spun so we faced each other. She rolled to her back and said, "I'm at least one up on you. I want to feel you in me again. You get top this time. I want you in me." She pulled me over on her and as I moved between her legs, she spread her legs wide in a split. I arched my back to watch as I entered her, and I made a few small strokes, watching as I slid in and out of her. She swung her legs behind me, crossed them and used them to pull me all the way into her. Then, as her ankles slid down to hook behind my knees, she said, "As deep, as long, and as hard as you can." She brought her knees to each side of me, and I pulled them into my chest. I reached behind her and grabbed her rear as I began thrusting hard against her. I began slowly, pulling out until only the head of my penis was in her, then pushing hard against her. I increased the speed of my thrusts as I learned the limits. We were inching across the bed as I slammed into her at the bottom of each stroke. I was near coming again, but I didn't want to quit, so I pulled out of her, slid down so I could bring my tongue to bear on her clitoris. She was wriggling and moaning in another climax as she reached down to my face and pulled me back up. I pushed her legs wide and immediately drove my full length into her again. I quickly began long, deep, hard strokes until I was near coming again. I pulled out again, sliding down to tongue her and she said, "No, no, I can't take any more." But I kept going down, kissing and nibbling at her thighs while a thumb massaged her clitoris. This time as I brought my tongue to bear on her clitoris, I let my thumb enter her and caress the inside of her vagina. That put my fingers at her anus, and as I let them pressure her rear, she pushed down with her hips. I figured that meant I should press in so I slowly let a finger enter her rear. She immediately began bucking against my hand and tongue, crying out sounds I could not understand. She seemed to be having a series of violent climaxes, and I thought I was ready as well. I took my hand away and moved up to enter her again. I was so excited by her reactions and the feelings that I had inside me that after only a few strokes I came inside her and collapsed on top of her. After a moment, I started to move off her, concerned about my weight on her, but she held me tight, saying, "Stay inside me until you can't anymore." I kissed her neck and ears. I tried to tease her nipples but she stopped me, saying, "I can't take anymore for now, please." When my erection had faded, and I fell out of her, I rolled to my side taking her with me. She had her head cradled in one of my arms, and with my other hand I grasped her rear and drew her close. We kissed softly, and she whispered, "My darling, I haven't felt that good in years. Are you sure you've never done this before?" I replied, "No, just beginner's luck I guess." I was searching for something warm to say to her, and I whispered into her ear that I loved her. She pushed me away slightly and looking into my eyes, said, "I like you, and I know you like me. I lusted after you, and given your performance maybe you lusted after me. But, let's not bring love into this. I won't let it get that far, it just can't work." I answered, "OK, I just didn't know the words to say, to let you know how good I feel, to tell you how thankful I am that I came back tonight." She said, "That I can deal with, all you have to say is a simple thank you." I replied, "Thank you." Then I tried to move my head down and give a little love bite to one of her nipples, but she was quicker than me, and while pushing me away, reached down for the comforter and drew it across us. She said, "You can stay here with me or go as you want, but I'm very satisfied and I'm going to sleep." With that, she gave me a kiss, then rolled her back to me. I stayed beside her for a few minutes thinking. I hadn't told my parents I would be out all night, but it was already quite late and if I got caught going in now I'd probably be in trouble. As I worked out a plan, I could tell Susan had gone to sleep by her breathing. I walked home, my plan being to tell my parents that my car broke down somewhat mysteriously, and I was late because I had been messing around trying to get it running. Did Susan and I get together again? Yes, in November when Nancy was at her dad's place, and twice in December. Christmas night had more delightful presents than Christmas morning. I stayed that whole night, and after a morning love making session, she told me it had to come to an end. She was over her divorce and ready to date guys her age again. Plus, she said I needed to pursue women my age, to discover their delights. I didn't like it, but I guess I knew she was right. After a few nervous weeks our relationship returned to something like it had been before. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----