Where it happened: western Kansas
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
In the early Spring of 1954, in the back seat of a 1949 Packard Convertible parked
in a garage at an abandoned farm a few miles from town, Janet and I spent a few precious
hours, knowing that this would be the last time we would have together for several weeks.
She was going to leave later that afternoon to spend some time with her sister who lived in
another town.
We were both 17, and had been dating for several months. We were both from
well respected families, and had been brought up with a strong sense of moral values,
established both at home, and in the churches we attended on a regular basis. We were
good students and well respected at the schools we attended; she in one town, and I in
another.
Sex was one of those things that was taboo to talk about, and neither of us had
been exposed to any sexual material of any kind other than some of the talk among the
other kids. We were both totally innocent in most of our ways, and only knew that babies
were conceived through a sexual union. We had no real idea as to how the act was
performed.
It had only been a few weeks ago that I had for the first time, slipped my hand into
her bra, and felt her small, but well shaped breasts. What a thrill it had been to feel those
soft, but firm, not quite fully developed mysterious wonders. I had later got her to sit with
her back resting on my chest so that I could hold her in my arms, push up her blouse and
bra and fondle her breasts and stomach.
She was quite nervous about having me see her as we had both been taught that
we werenÆt supposed to expose ourselves to other people, and were both quite shy, but
she would at times lay back and allow me to see her as I caressed her. Just seeing her
naked to the waist, and being able to play with her nipples was wonderful.
This Sunday afternoon, we were half laying down in the back seat of my car; her
blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra was pushed up to expose her breasts. I was holding
her, and fondling her breasts and rubbing her stomach while kissing her on the side of her
neck. I let my hand slide lower, and finally into the top of her shorts. At first, she
squirmed uncomfortably, but then relaxed some. My hand went deeper into her shorts and
into her panties, finally touching, and running my fingers through her thick, soft pubic hair
that later I learned was jet black just like the hair on her head.
At first, she wanted to pull away, but she seemed to trust me and finally relaxed
and allowed me to continue to rub her and to play in her pubic hair. One of my hands was
fondling her left breast, and the other was as far down in her shorts as I could get it with
my fingers almost between her legs, and finally reaching just into the top of her opening. I
could feel just the start of her female parts. I lightly rubbed and massaged her just inside
the lips of her opening. Soon she began to squirm and to move her hips up and down a
little; her breathing got heavier and she seemed to want me to push my hand deeper into
her panties.
I got her to raise up a little and slid down her shorts and panties to where I could
get them off of one leg, and for the first time, saw a girlÆs groin area in all of its splendor.
I put my hand back between her legs and found her opening with my index finger;
she was wet and at the time, I couldnÆt understand why as I knew nothing about the sexual
functions of the female body. I slipped my finger into her just a little way and softly rubbed
up and down, playing with her clit. The more I played with her the more excited she
became. I found the entrance to her vagina, and guided my finger inside of her body; I
could feel the fluid building up and soaking her and my hand. She was squirming and
pumping her hips and breathing hard, her face was flush, and she seemed to be begging for
more. She finally whispered, ôIt has to be done, I canÆt stand it any more.ö
I got my jeans and my shorts pushed down enough to get to myself, and got her
laid down in the seat with one of her legs hanging over the edge. I was trying to get in
between her legs without letting her see me as no girl had ever seen that part of me and I
sure didnÆt want her to see me either. My jeans were much in the way but finally I got
into a position where I could begin to guide myself into her. When my penis began to
enter her body, she stiffened up and started to push me away. I stopped and waited for a
little while, kissing her and fondling her breasts, finally she relaxed a little, I again began to
penetrate her a little deeper.
She spread her legs wider and I slipped in a little further then met with resistance
from inside her. I waited a little bit and then pushed a little harder; the pressure increased,
and I could see pain in her face. About that time I felt her cherry break, she cried out in
pain,
as I slid on into her tight, warm vagina.
We laid there for what seemed like an eternity; finally I began to work inside of
her, slowly at first, and then a little faster. She soon got into unison with me, working her
hips and butt to match my strokes; she got more and more excited and began to breathe
harder and to hunch her body harder.
The look on her face was different than anything I had ever seen; a look of pain
and pleasure mixed. There was no doubt that she was loving every second of it.
Suddenly, her body went into convolutions, and she began to moan and cry out, at first
like she was in pain, and then in joy. Neither of us knew enough about sex to know that
women had orgasms, so when she started into hers it scared me enough that I didnÆt cum
with her.
After she came, I began to work on her again, thinking that it was all over for her
but soon she was responding just as she had before, only harder. we worked together for a
while, she was getting really excited this time; soon she was starting to climax again; about
that time I could hold it no more, and it felt like I literally exploded inside of her. I
thought I would never get through cuming. It seemed like each move she made drained
me a little more.
Finally, we relaxed, and just laid in each otherÆs arms unable to believe what had
just taken place.
After a while, we got ourselves straightened out and cleaned up the best we could
and headed back to her home. Her parents, sister and brother in law had been waiting
impatiently for us to return as her sister and brother in law had a long way to drive to get
home. Her dad looked us over and remarked about the disarray of our clothing and hair.
It was plain to see that he was rather irritated with us.
In a few minutes, she was whisked away to be gone for three weeks and I stood
there all alone. All I could think about was the feel of her in my arms and her warm soft
body pressed close to mine.
Two weeks later, I could stand it no more and drove the 200 miles to be with her
again. I drove up in front of her sisterÆs home, and she came running out of the front door
to meet me. I have never been so happy in all of my life to see someone as I was to see
her that evening. We ate dinner with her sister and family, went out to see a movie, came
back to her sisterÆs home and spent the rest of the night in the back seat of the Packard
making love.
It wasnÆt having sex as people talk about these days, but it was truly making love
as love was in the center of our actions.
I wish that I could report that we were still together today some 43 years later, but
that wasnÆt the way that it was supposed to be, for a couple of years later she was
suddenly taken out of my life by death, but until that time we were never separated from
each other, even for a day. Since that time, never a day has gone by that I havenÆt thought
of her, how wonderful she was and how much I loved her.
Adding a note to this story; I came across this site by accident while looking for
information on first time home buyers programs for a friend of mine. I usually donÆt
frequent sites such as this, but was intrigued by the nature of this one, and decided to
write my story for you. I hope you enjoy it as I have never told it before. Larry