Where it happened: Myrtle Beach, SC
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
It was 34 years ago but it still seems just like yesterday. I carefully planned my tender moment and it didn’t disappoint. I still fondly remember the day I took the first step to womanhood.
It was the summer of ’65, which was a still an innocent time, before the era of hippies, drugs, protesters and free love. Although sex was still only whispered about, and never talked about on TV, radio or movies, all my 13 year old friends certainly knew about it and we discussed it among ourselves.
The object of my desire was Jeff. He was going into high school while I was going to be an 8th grader. I had a crush on Jeff for as long as I could remember, but when I reached puberty, that crush became a fantasy. It didn’t help that he was totally cute and good looking. He was one of the first boys I knew that grew his hair long like the Beatles. To me he looked just like Paul McCartney (the Ricky Martin of that era, for you young girls). This made me want him even more. Jeff and I hung out with the same kids, so we spent nearly every day in the summer swimming and hanging out at the beach and just having a good time. I’d see Jeff just in his swim trunks every day and looking at him drove me crazy. We had always been friends, but I started giving him looks that said I wanted more. To my delight, Jeff was responding. I guess it didn’t hurt that my body was beginning to develop rapidly. Soon we were spending a lot of time lying together on the sand and innocently kissing. Soon the kisses were becoming more passionate. We’d find ways to be alone and enjoy exploring each other’s bodies. Our fondling was innocent by today’s standards, but it left us yearning for more.
After about a month of this innocent child’s play, I knew I had to devise a way to take my relationship with Jeff to the next level. My urges were driven by the fact that I used to masturbate every night while thinking about Jeff. This was the era before birth control, and few kids had the guts to buy condoms in the drug stores. There was no such thing as condom venders in the rest rooms. Fortunately, my periods were very regular so I knew my safe days. That was our birth control back in 1965. The opportunity came because my parents were the managers of one of the beach side motels. When I knew my cycle was safe, I was able to sneak a key for one of the rooms, one which could not be seen from the office. In fact, I knew that this room was always the last one that was rented because it was the worst room they had. I took the key and went to meet Jeff at the beach. Knowing what I had planned, he looked especially good to me that day. I just wanted to bury my head on his smooth, tanned bare chest and explore that forbidden region under his swim trunks. Well, we did lie down together, and I began touching him more than I ever had. Jeff took my cue and also let his fingers wander. We were rubbing each other’s inner legs and I could see the reaction that he was having under his shorts. He could also feel the moisture that was oozing out from under my swimsuit. I told him how much I had always loved him and he said the same about me. I had only hoped that he cared about me but now I knew that he did. Then I showed him the key to the room and asked him if he wanted to go. He said yes as long as it was something I wanted to do. With that I took his hand and we walked to the motel. The sand was hot but I felt like I was walking on air.
Once inside we were both a little nervous but we sat down on the bed together. Jeff was afraid that someone might walk in, but I assured him that I was fairly sure that was not going to happen. We didn’t turn the lights on, but it was bright enough to see anyway. What I saw was the object of my fantasies sitting next to me on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of swim trunks with a huge erection pushing them out. I stood up and put some towels on the bed since one of my non-virgin friends had told me all about the “wet spot”. Then I stripped off my swimsuit and lied down naked on the bed. Jeff pulled off his shorts and lied down next to me. We started hugging and kissing with a passion we had never felt before. Jeff’s mouth made it down to my breasts and I gasped in pleasure as he licked and sucked my nipples. Soon Jeff was on top of me and I told him I wanted him inside of me. My nights of self stimulation had broken my hymen, so I had no cherry to pop. Jeff thrust inside of me and was clearly enjoying himself. His Beatle bangs were falling in his eyes but I could see the pleasure on his face. The more he moved the better I felt, and Jeff’s thrusts were bringing me to orgasm. I’m glad the air conditioner was loud, because Jeff and I were both groaning with pleasure and the cheap bed was squeaking. My erect nipples tingled as the hard and smooth bare chest that I drooled over for so many days at the beach was rubbing against my bare breasts as Jeff got lost in the passion of first intercourse. I reached orgasm first as my whole body violently shook with pleasure. When I caught my breath I felt Jeff tense up and then felt his warm semen pulsating into my vagina. He said “oh, yes” with each shot and then just laid on me when he was dry. We kissed again and realized our lives would never be the same again.
We eventually found safer places for our trysts and stayed together through high school. My primitive birth control method failed me when I was a senior, and I became pregnant with Jeff’s child. Before we could get married, Jeff was drafted into the Army and was sent to Vietnam. One month before his son was born, Jeff was killed by the communists. He never saw his son. I raised Jeff Jr. with both our parent’s help, but I never got married. No one could ever replace my dear Jeff. To me, he’ll always be that cute beach boy with the Beatle haircut. The hardest time raising Jeff Jr. was when he was a teenager. He looked so much like his father! Now I’m Jeff III’s grandmother and am finally coming to grips with my loss. Thanks for the opportunity to share my story of one of the happiest days of my life.
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