A time we will never forget

Here it is, I am about to turn 30 and I think I can honestly say that I can remember every single sexual experience I have had. Almost. By the way, this is the first story I have ever submitted online, and I doubt it will be the last. 

Both her and I were shall we say, quite young for sex but that didn’t stop us. Her family had moved in next door a couple years before and being that me and her where the same age, and I also think because she was kind of a tom boy, me and her “got along like peas and carrots” as Forrest would say. Now both our families were pretty much, middle class, white folk, stuck in the middle of the desert and that is about it. no glamour here. 

Anyways, we would spend our days together in school on the play ground with the usual pushing, shoving and laughing. Then when we would get home, well it pretty much was the same thing as school but now we had “the Forts”. The forts started out simple as just a bunch of 6 x 6 holes, 5 feet deep. However over time, they became all connected by tunnels that were rather impressive seeing as though they were built by a couple kids. Those tunnels are where this story begins. 

Being that this was a California Desert, it was about 110 degrees out on this one summer day. However it was a lot cooler in the forts. I went out side and noticed she wasn’t already out front. I found that to be odd really cause she was always out before me. Anyways, I hoped on my bike and road across the street to the dirt bike track, did a couple laps then went over to the forts. When I get there I find her bike is already there. 

I hoped off and opened up the door to the main hole and jumped in. ahhh… it was already a lot cooler. I look down the tunnel and see her down there. 

“Hey, what’s up” I ask. After a slight delay “oh… nothing”. “Yeah right, no really, what you reading” I wonder. ”Some magazines I found in my brothers room” (her 19 year old brother). 

It wasn’t until I opened one of the small vent holes to let in some light that I realized what kind of magazines these were. Now I had seen Playboys a couple times but it was rare. But these books weren’t no crappy Playboy. No, these were something like Busty or some other hardcore big tits magazine. 

We sat there, facing each other, looking at our magazines, for like 20 minutes. Finally I toss mine to the side and move next to her to see what she was reading. Turns out she was really into the stories. 

A couple minutes later, for the first time since I got there, she actually turned her attention away from the story. She looked at me sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder, and kissed me. This was not the first time we had kissed, we were each other’s first kiss. Hell ever since that first kiss a year or so back, we couldn’t stop. Our parents actually thought it was rather funny. But this kiss was a different one. It was hard and long. 

“What the hell was that for?” I ask with a laugh. “Just because”. “Oh Horse Shit. You have a reason for everything so spill the beans. What are you thinking about”? “Well you ever thought about trying things like what’s in these magazines”? I pause for a second, “No not really, but that don’t mean I don’t want to. How long you been out here anyways”? “About 4 hours” She replies.

This was not normal for her. It was 11 am when I got there and during no school days, she didn’t get out of bed till 10:30. 

“you’ve been up since 7” I ask. “nope, since 4. My brother came in late with some girl I have never seen before and they went right to his room. Well about 5 minutes after they closed the door, she started moaning then screaming then flat out yelling things like FUCK ME FUCK ME. Well this went on for hours and it was keeping me up. So to piss off my brother, I went into his bathroom and took all his magazines. Later I got dressed, tossed all the mags in my backpack and headed out here. I have been reading the stories ever since. 

“All right, so (looking back at the magazine in her hand) what exactly do you want to try in this thing”? 

“So far, everything eventually”

So basically it started. I was sitting with my legs crossed, and leaning back against the dirt wall. She turns, and climes onto my lap facing me. First she kisses me (remember were quite young. the only kissing we new about was from the way our parents would kiss us. We never tried frenching), then she asks how I liked that. I said “same as always”. “Ok then, kind of open your mouth,” She orders. So I do and we lock lips again. 

The second kiss was like giving someone CPR. Lips joined but no tung. Hell we didn’t know. After a few more times, I decided to touch my toung to hers just to see if it makes her freak. NOPE! My god, the toung-wrestling match was on. Twisting and twirling. Anyways, this went on for about an hour. Finally we decided to try something else. 

We both grabbed a magazine and started looking. Finally I said, “Well here is something. Now, as you can see, all these women have no clothes on…” I mention with a smart ass tone in my voice. “I am not getting all naked with you down in this dirt hole.” she interrupts. “I don’t want to take my pants off and get dirt in the crack of my ass anymore than you do. But how about we just take off our shirts and try again?” With some surprise to me, she agrees and takes her shirt off before me. The sight of her with no shirt on didn’t do anything like it does today when a woman takes her shirt off for you. I mean hell, we were kids. SHE HAD NO TITS. 

So with the shirts off we go back to kissing. However, this time we had our bodies touching, skin to skin and that felt really good. It was at that moment that we learned about touching. Sure, we would touch all the time before, but nothing like this. This was the “Exploring” kind of touch. 

After a couple minutes we try doing the same, but now lying down on the ground on top of the shirts we have shed. Now me, I found myself moving my hands along her side and over her non-developed chest. She on the other hand was all about my legs and between. By this time, I had a full-fledged hard on. Not much of one due to my age. But one nonetheless. 

She made long stokes up and down my thighs, getting closer to my dick with every pass. She was doing it that way on purpose. Finally I stopped kissing her and said, “Go Ahead”. She tried giving me a fake puzzled look but she knew what I was talking about. I turn my body off of her and laid flat on my back. Right away her eyes trained right to the Tent in my shorts. Placing her hand on my thigh, she slowly made her way up. I could feel the nervous shake from her hand. Finally she reached up the leg of my shorts and was suppressed to find I wasn’t wearing underwear (hated wearing them then and I still do). Her fingertips touched it then quickly pulled back like she had been shocked. 

Frustrated with the poking, I lift my ass and pull the front of my shorts down. Seeing that she was still scared, I started kissing her again. Finally she reached out and grabbed it and like instinct, she began jacking me off. Now at this age I really wasn’t feeling the jacking off thing. Not like I do today. So we stop and she lets go of me then lays on her back and says “What next?”

Even though I new not a goddamn thing about sex, I right away new what I could do. She rubbed me, ill rub her. So I started kissing her and rubbing my hand on her chest. And as if it were GOD himself guiding my hands and mouth, I not only sent Mr. Left hand down under her shorts and panties, but I felt the urge to start kissing and sucking her neck. “DING DING DING”. That was the winner right there because she let out a moan that ill never forget and then just melted like butter. Apparently I nailed the right spot on her neck to suck on while at the same time my left hand just went right under the waistband of her shorts, then her panties and directly to her baby smooth pussy where I rubbed up and down with 2 fingers. 

A little side note here: I firmly believe that moment was a HUGE deciding factor in my life. Ever since then I prefer baby smooth bald pussy over hair any day, and I get just as much enjoyment in having a bunch of fingers in a pussy getting a woman off as I do with having my dick in her. Ever since this moment, I LOVE fingering. I can do it forever. Anyways back to the story. 

That first time of me touching her pussy was like no other. Right away I knew that while I have my hand down there, I better start keeping some mental road maps. Initially I just had my ring and middle finger gliding up and down her tight untouched slit. After a few minutes though, I decided I might prefer seeing what I am doing down there. Well she wasn’t for this at first cause she was still into the neck thing but we decided that we would both lay back next to each other so that I could play with her pussy and she could resume efforts on my rock hard dick. 

It didn’t take long for that flower of hers to bloom and open up a bit. When it did I took my middle finger and started from the top and slowly made my way down. First bump in the road was her clit. When I dragged my finger slowly across it she jerked towards me. When that happened she gave a sigh. (Mental note made at this time. Remember that spot). After a second I resumed my course down her very slick road till I got the her canal. VERY slowly I started sliding my finger in. after just ½ inch, I realized that it was very tight and that my middle finger might be to big. So out came middle finger and in went my pinky. 

I retraced my steps with my pinky first over her clit then around it a couple times then back to her opening. Slowly I slid it in. much better and most of all she didn’t seem to have any discomfort like she showed with my middle finger. I slid it in just a little then backed out for another try. The second time it went in more then half an inch. Over and over I moved in and out till I got to her hymen. I pushed up against it and moved around in circles. Since I had already knew how a woman gives birth, so I knew that where my finger was could stretch. 

Slowly I worked on her pussy. Finally I managed to get my pinky all the way in. Man, what a feeling. I just love feeling the inside of a woman. Slowly I pull my pinky out of her pussy and start to go with my first choice, my middle finger. After about an inch or 2, I could see she had some discomfort so I stopped and began paying attention to what she was doing to my dick still. I forgot she was there. After some trial and error, she had my dick down pretty well when it came to jacking a guy off. 

After a while, we both started thinking that maybe we should head back to the house cause I am quite sure my mom would be worried about both of us. Plus, it was getting really fucking hot in there. But before we stopped, she did something that I did not expect. After obtaining another good grip on the base of my dick, she looked up at me, smiled then doped down and put it in her mouth. Talk about a mind blower there. Of course she didn’t give me head really cause she didn’t move up and down my shaft, she just thought that she would put my dick in her mouth and suck on it for a second. Felt really good. 

Anyways we knew it was time to go back to the house so we put our shirts back on and pulled up our shorts and headed back. We came in the house and was greeted by the air conditioner then my mom. She asked us what we had been up to and we just told her we were hanging out in the forts but it was to hot so we came back. She agreed it was to hot and told us that we should either go watch TV or go in my room. We decided on the room cause the A/C worked better in there. 

We went into my room and laid back on my bed so that we could soak up the cold air. Not a word about what had just happened was said. I think that we both needed to take a while to really think about it. Either that or it was the fact that about 10 minutes later, both of us just fell right to sleep. Now that I think about it, not only was that my first sexual encounter, but it was the first time I “Slept” with another woman. NAP TIME BABY!

I would have to say that it took a while before we mentioned what had happened that day to each other. 2 weeks later, my mom had gone and decided to have what she told me was a Tupperware Party. I don’t think that she realized that I knew what that really meant. It meant that she was going to invite a bunch of the ladies over to the house for drinks.