Where it happened: Lakefront
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 9
Category: Straight
My sister-in-law Ebbie and my wife both read my account of events in my submission to this site #21453. They said it lacked some ‘detail’ which should have been included, inluding the fact that I gave little detail of my own first sexual experience.
It wasn’t anything significant, but let me tell you what happened. My brother at 15 years of age had a girlfriend called Tammy Lin. She was second generation Oriental, and was 15 at the time also. Apart from that I really don’t remember much else about her.
I was home by myself. My parents had gone out for the night to a work party, so they weren’t going to be home till probably the early hours of the morning. My brother was supposed to be taking this girl out on a date, to the movies or something, and then his buddies had called him and he had gone out with them instead and hadn’t told her.
His date arrives about eight o’clock and he’s gone and I am there by myself trying to explain. She is standing at the doorway, all dressed up in a very short black leather miniskirt, black nylon stockings and high heels, and has on a soft silky blouse, and she has more make-up on than any girl I’ve ever met, as though she had been experimenting with the stuff.
Anyway, she starts to cry, and the make-up starts running all down her cheeks in black streaks. Now it was not a pretty sight! When finally she regains her composure she uses the bathroom to straighten out her makeup and then comes downstairs and asks me if I want to go for a walk.
I said sure, so as soon as we go outside she starts walking out our gate and then round into the wooded area at the back of our house. She knows where she is going, so I realized after, and we end up in this grove of trees sitting by the creek on the grass.
A minute or two after we get there we are talking about guys and the way they treat girls etc, and she says that all that guys ever want from them is sex. Then she asks me if I have ever gone all the way with a girl. I told her that I hadn’t.
“Would you like to?” she asked me.
“One day.”
I don’t think it was the response she was after. Then she started talking about how girls mature faster than guys and brought up a statement to the effect that girls usually began getting their pubic hairs at eleven, whereas a guy doesn’t get any till he’s fourteen or more.
I shook my head. I had a whole lot of them already and I was only twelve. I was covered all over with them yet, but I had enough to be proud of (a small cluster at the top), and I informed her she was wrong.
“Let me see.”
I didn’t want to show her.
“I’ll show you mine.”
Of course in Canada, at least where we live, it really doesn’t get dark until ten in the summer so there was enough light at that time of the evening for a clear showing of that which each of us had been so graciously endowed with.
I agreed, and when I did she rolled her pantie hose off and then proceeded to take off her panties. Of course, what she had to show was still underneath the dress.
I undid my buckle and opened up the fly, then pulled my pants half off my butt so that she could see it, and of course by this time I had a hard-on so stiff and red it was almost hurting me.
She lifted up her skirt and showed me hers, and then she opened up the slit and asked me, or suggested, that I put my penis head in the wet slit and feel what it was like.
It was what we did, and it didn’t take too long before she had me putting it in her. She had obviously been fucked before.
In the six months that followed, while she was going out with my brother, we had sex on a regular basis. She would make the arrangements with me at school or would phone me up sometimes late at night and arrange to meet. She only lived six houses down the road away from us so it wasn’t too big a deal, and all I had to do was hop across the fence.
The interesting thing about the story is this. Though he tried, my brother never got to fuck her, and swore to me a few years later that Tammy Lin was still a virgin when the two of them were going out.
Her side of the story, as she used to tell me at the time, was that my brother finger-fucked her once at the movies and then told everybody in school, or it seemed that the whole school knew about it really quick – and so he talked too much – and to have him fuck her and have the whole school know about it was not what Tammy Lin wanted.
The other ‘incident’ not mentioned in that previous account was the one where I cheated on my wife Karen with her best friend. I confessed it to her when she confessed a discretion of her own, with a plumbers helper (who I was paying hourly!) when he was installing a hot tub for me on the patio.
Karen’s ‘best friend’ was actually a neighbor of ours. We live in a fairly nice, a little expensive, housing area in Winnipeg, and our neighbors at the time, three years ago, were a young couple named Sean and Donna. It wasn’t a good situation. They were both in their early twenties and had a baby just a few months old, and because of the mortgage Sean had two jobs and was working all the time.
Donna had the sexiest most perfect looking legs I think of any woman I have seen, and every time she wore a dress she would drive me crazy. The problem was that she was very needful sexually, and Sean, with all of the working he did never felt like it, and only gave it to her to appease her, and then whenever they had a fight, a big fight, he would make her wait two or three weeks before he would give it to her. Of course he was stressed as well, so that did not help the situation, and the fights were becoming a regular occurence for them.
Donna would tell Karen all this stuff, and of course Karen would tell me. Karen works during the day, and I am a fireman so I am often home during the day.
As the situation developed, Donna started coming over to talk to me. Sometimes she would bring the baby, and sometimes she would come over just after she had put him down for his sleep. I have a woodworking shop in my backyard and she would just come over and talk and hang around as I got things done.
She would talk about all sorts of things, politics, local gossip, religion, sex (she even told me once about her first experience); and then the subject of marriage and her relationship with Sean became an issue, and she started talking to me about personal things – and it was like she saw me as a counsellor on certain matters. Often she would be crying, and on one occasion she was really broken up and was just sobbing in my arms. The relationship seemed like it might be coming to an end.
I took her inside and sat beside her on the couch and was holding her as she cried. He hadn’t even held her in a month, and didn’t seem to care if she was there or not.
“I’m frustrated,” she told me. “I need to have sex. It takes a lot of pressure off me afterward, just to let myself go and enjoy it once in a while.”
It wasn’t something I should have been hearing, and the next thing that was happening (she was wearing a dress) was that I was rubbing her thigh, and she was enjoying it, and then she told me that she was and put her legs across me and laid back on the couch.
She had stopped crying. “That’s good,” she was saying. “Don’t stop. I should come over here and see you more often.”
Not good words for me to hear!
And of course she never stopped me, my hands moving ever upwards and brushing now and again against the bulge in her panties and the faint hint of wetness that was there.
“I have to go for a pee,” she said, getting up. “Don’t move. I’m coming back.”
She did, and then the ‘massage’ continued, but this time as my hand went too far up beneath her dress it brushed against some hair. The panties had been taken off.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” I told her, and I took her hand and led her into the spare bedroom of our house.
Nothing at all was said. As soon as we got in there she began taking off her blouse, then her bra and then her dress. It wasn’t as though we ravaged each other and ripped each others clothes off. There was no love or passion to the process, just the act itself was all it seemed that mattered; and it was as though I were her hairdresser and she was getting ready to have her hair done.
She lay there naked on the bed, waiting as she watched me undress. I asked her if the baby would be alright. She said that he would sleep another hour, and then we fucked.
We did it several times a month over the next two years, and her relationship with her husband I understand improved. Karen even remarked, shortly after the first incident how happy Donna had become, and how much happier they seemed as a couple.
They sold their house and moved to Toronto not long ago, and I have wondered on occasion if Donna might have found herself another ‘therapist’?
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