The Rookie (First Time Story)

Then he put his hand on the inside of my thigh. Sigh. He put his finger
inside me and found just the right spot. I had to think he had done this
before. I’m on fire and my pubic bone is pounding against his hand. Talk
about getting off to a quick start. I panted and moaned and my heart
hammered like it might pop right out. And then it happened. I screamed,
I mean, I screamed! Must have heard me miles away. Like I could help it.
best orgasm I had to date in my young life, but I anticipated even better
would soon come. I laid my head on Josh’s should for a few minutes to
collect my senses.

Then I told him to stand up. He looked like something you could hang
clothes on, and I’m thinking that thing is going inside me? Kind of like
Shaq trying to put on Bob Costas’ shoes. So I got my left hand at the
base, my right hand on the middle, and I still had plenty of room for my
mouth. I moved my hands and my mouth and of course I wasn’t talking. I
think that’s what turned him on the most--me not talking.

Pausing from sucking and stroking for a moment, I told him I never did this
before so feel free to make suggestions for improvement. He didn’t so I
must have been doing okay. I wondered what it would taste like. I liked
it. I mean, I loved it! Hey, caviar and clams have a distinctive taste,
don’t they? Back then, when I was a rookie, I couldn’t get all of his
hugeness in my mouth. I often have pondered since if I could now mouth it
all due to my diligent study of deep-throating techniques.

After I swallowed what seemed like gallons, and I’m sure I looked like a
chipmunk at times, Josh picked me up and carried me to the bed. I jumped
up and screamed, “No, no, no! We have to go to the wedding reception.”
As if! There was no way I was going to smooch the love of my life until I
brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine.

I slipped on this green strapless low cut cocktail dress my sister the
doctor loaned me. She smugly claimed she got lucky every time she wore it.
She said she paid $500 for it and made me promise to keep it clean, no
cum stains. And I had to wear the high heels. I looked like the Jolly
Green Giant. But Josh still stood a little taller than me. Thank you
Lord for small favors.

As soon as we got to the reception I, of course, immediately excused myself
to powder my nose since I really hadn‘t had much time to get ready. I
looked in the mirror and I had sucker bites all over my neck! I used all
the powder and I don’t think there was any on my nose. And my hair! Oh
my, what could I do with this? But when I went back out everybody asked
where I got my hair done. I thought like, doh, what--you like the orgasmic
cock sucking looking for more look?

Well, we were just having a fabulous time at the reception. The band
played everything…oldies, C & W, polkas, and all the usual wedding stuff.
They even let the guests sing. I sang one my momma done taught me and the
band sure couldn’t play that one worth a shit. Had to do with my mood at
the time, as in take a little piece of my heart now baby.

Then the band played “The Hawaiian Wedding Song.” The bride and groom
danced and then everyone joined in. Josh had his hand on my ass and he
began to get, well not getting, he was already there, hard and poking into
me. At that moment I knew I would get fucked long before we ever made it
back to the motel.

They just had to play “Wild Thing.” So, you know, I’m really getting down.
I had kicked the high heels off and gyrated and raised my hands in the
air. My boobs popped right out of that strapless dress. I never hear (or
see) the last of that one. Why do the guys with the video cameras always
have to focus on me?

Not that I’m really into C & W, but I do like Willie Nelson, and they played
my favorite. And I do have very blue eyes. Got the tune? I’m like
dead meat right about then. Forget about what I said about the back seat
of cars and similar places. I couldn’t wait any longer. I was about to
get laid or die trying. I suggested to Josh we go for a little stroll.
This place where they held the reception was huge and besides the large
hall, had a bunch of smaller banquet and meeting rooms that were not in use
at the time. So we found one.

Not much foreplay was deemed necessary by either party. Josh slipped his
hand under my dress. I unfastened his belt, his belt, unzipped his pants
and felt my greatest fear. Okay, I was still a little apprehensive about
that thing going inside me. I pulled my pantyhose down past my knees.
Josh lifted me and pressed me up against the wall. I guided him inside me
very slowly and carefully. Well, dagnabbit--didn’t hurt one bit! At
least not at the moment, and we definitely didn’t need any lube because I
was very, very wet. And he found just the right angle, ya know?

Women can talk about vibrators and toys and their girlfriends all they want,
but there is nothing like the real thing. I can’t even describe what this
bell ringer was like so I won’t even diminish the memory by making some
feeble attempt. Bingo! For me, anyway. Not for him yet though.

I didn’t think Josh could hold me up in the air like that forever so I told
him to lay me down on the floor. I thought not to worry, the carpet looked
rather thick and plush. Talk about brush burns. My butt was red for a
week and that ain’t all that was sore. I bit Josh’s ear and demanded that
he fuck me hard. Now here you had one boy who listened too good. It felt
like being drilled by a jackhammer. Not that I minded. And then he came
inside me. Well, he didn’t just come. That is a rather passive word to
describe what seemed like a volcanic eruption. And when he pulled out, he
got it all over the dress. Yep, I still had it sort of still on. The top
was pulled down and the bottom was pulled up, but I never did get around to
taking it off.

We tidied ourselves up a bit and went back into the party. If you ever are
at a wedding reception and get cum stains on your dress, just say it was the
macaroni salad that slipped off the plate. Right, macaroni salad, and
nobody thought twice about my story. Naturally I made a big plate of the
stuff as soon as we walked back in. I always like get really famished
after sex. To this day, I simply can not understand why guys look at me
with raised eyebrows when I ask, “Do you think you could make me a
sandwich?” shortly after I make their fondest dreams come true. And my
sister forgave me for the spots on her expensive dress. But not until I
told her every little detail of the loss of my virginity.

Talking about food, people often eat three times a day or more, don’t they?
So why not sex? Eighteen year old males have to be the horniest animals
on the face of the planet. For the next couple months we got it on at
least four or five times a day. Josh would pick me up for school in one of
those classic cars. We’d get to the school parking lot and I would suck
him off before we went in. Our school had seen diminishing enrollment in
recent years and there were empty classrooms and such. We found several
deserted spots where we could rendezvous at lunch time. I’d blow him as he
drove us home, although I now understand that is dangerous. After school
we’d screw at my house until just before my parents got home from work and
get together during the evening to help each other with homework. When
there were too many eyes around, we would take a trip to the library. No,
I never told my parents I was researching the human male anatomy.
When baseball practice started for the season, the coach was so desperate
for Josh to play, he let him come to practice considerably late. Josh told
coach he had a job after school for an hour or so. He had a job
alright--doing me. And then the baseball games started and Josh attracted
a lot of attention. Scouts appeared at every game. He received numerous
college scholarship offers but I knew what he wanted. The big show. We
both knew it inevitable that we soon would part. But we also both knew
this thing between us was real and sooner or later we would be together
again. I guess you could say it turned out to be later and I am still
waiting.

We graduated from high school and the next morning after our last incredible
night of passion, Josh signed a pro baseball contract and left for some
minor league gig in Sacramento, California. His grandfather gave him that
Mustang convertible. And as the story goes, he was driving on I-80 a few
miles from Reno, Nevada, when a drunk driver pulled onto the west bound lane
from an exit ramp. You know, the wrong way. Both drivers died instantly
upon impact.

I didn’t go to the funeral. I’d rather remember my first true love when he
was full of life and had an enormous erection. So where or where can my
baby be? The Lord He took him away from me. He’s gone to heaven and I
got to be good. So I can see my baby when I leeeeeaave this world.

I see Josh in my dreams every night and we always do, well, what we did
before but it’s like more spiritual now, which has convinced me that yes
indeed, there is sex in heaven. Sex but no marriage. Can’t wait! I
usually wake up in the middle of the night and have to change my panties.
I guess I could sleep totally nude but then I’d have to change the sheets.

These days I occasionally fuck just for fun. I do get down on my knees
afterwards and repent, and do a little something else if the sex was really
good. But where has all the love and romance gone? If you find it,
please let me know.