Where it happened: Oklahoma
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
In the 1950s there was no birth control pill, and “nice” girls were offended if you carried a condom, because girls who went out with you when both of you were intending to do it were considered sluts. Girls were afraid of losing their reputations, and boys were afraid of being trapped into marriage. Cars were the only place where teenage couples had any privacy. Relationships developed very slowly, step by step.
First you held hands, which you could generally do on the first date. Believe it or not, this was an electric thrill. Then, after a few dates, you kissed. The next step was a real “French” kiss with the tongues touching. A few girls let me feel their breasts through their clothes, but a lot of bras in those days had wire frames. When I was 16 I finally got a steady girl, a very nice one whose father was a part-time preacher. We were parked one night when she she did not stop my hand going inside her bra and touching her nipple. That excited me so terribly that I jacked off several times once I got home, and she must have liked it, too, because she let me do it again on later dates. Lafter a month or two she let me take her bra off, and I sucked her breasts. She warned me to be gentle, for one of the first times she let me, I left her with a bruise that she was afraid her friends in the gym shower might see.
One Sunday I rode with her and her parents to a small town where her father was preaching. She would not let me do anything all day, but, when we were in the back seat of her parents’ car on the way back, she not only let me touch her breasts but let me finger her wet pussy under her clothes, too. I persuaded her to touch my hard penis. We did not go all the way to climax, but it was wonderful.
A few weeks later we went to the next step, a hand job that ended up smearing the inside of the windshield of my parent’s 1951 Packard. It was so much better than masturbating by myself and just thinking of her. The next year we did that a lot and got even bolder, although she never gave me oral sex or allowed me to penetrate her vagina even while wearing a condom, because nice girls did not do that.
Finally I had my penis poised at the lips of her vagina and she hugged my hips and it went in. We were both frightened, but I let it stay there for a while before I pulled out. We did this later three or four times but stopped after her period was several days late once. Thus, I suppose I could say before a Congressional hearing that we never went “all the way”, as the saying was in those days.
She broke off with me in the Fall of 1953, mostly because any prospect of marriage was years off, and neither one of was was likely to have the careers we wanted if we were burdened by each other.
We were both married to other people in 1955. The marriages have lasted over 50 years. I know mine has been happy, and I believe hers has, too. We live in different parts of the country but have been in touch in recent years by e-mail. My memories of that step by step relationship in the early 1950s are very sweet.
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