After the kissing lesson Jamie and I became close friends. While we never exactly had lesbian experiences, we unabashedly paraded our naked bodies in front of each other, which was something I needed to get used to if I was going to “get some.â€Â We tried makeup on each other, but opted for just lipstick when we went out at night. My mother insisted on a pale Read More
w roman,times,serif"> pink color, as did Jamie’s. But we licked that near social disaster by stashing a darker (not too dark, we weren’t complete idiots) shades in the bushes near our houses.
At night we cruised the older kids’ parties, along with the rest of the flock of girls. They were easy to find. All we had to do was follow the sound of music.
The problem was there were lots of nubile older girls at these parties, and they tended to scoop of the better looking guys. Gina, how jealous of her I was, was often separated from the herd by one or more boys early on, and would often disappear into the gloaming.
This left the rest of us to try to find boys as best we could. As the nights passed, one girl after another hooked up; although I don’t think we called it that then. And soon, Jamie was gone. The next day I learned that she had been fingered to orgasm and had given an older boy of about 15 a hand job. “It was messy,†she said. “But it was great. His thing was like it was alive in my hands, and his ball thingies
were nice, but I learned not to hold them too tightly. It hurts them,†she explained.
One night, I was sort of just standing about alone because most of the other girls had been “taken†by boys. I watched as one after another danced with guys, usually older guys who were 15 or 17 years old, or went with them off into the night. A guy who I had seen before, but never talked with finally approached me. His name was Ryan, and he was nearly six feet tall, tan and slim with reddish hair and snapping blue eyes. He wore a polo shirt and khaki slacks, which was really dressing up in those days when most of the boys affected a “skater†look with baggy shorts and
surf-shop tee shirts.
I felt a wave of panic run through me. I had never dreamt of a boy as good looking as this Ryan guy was.
Why me, I wondered, suspicious of any good luck when it came to boys.
“Hi,†he said, looking down at me and smiling. He had a nice smile, gentle and warm. He had really nice dimples when he smiled. “I’m Ryan,†he added.
“I know,†I said lamely.
“And..,†he probed.
“Oh, oh,†I stammered, “I’m, ah, Elaine…†I know I blushed. I had a hard time looking at Ryan. He had such a forthright gaze, and he was so good looking.
“You visiting?†he asked.
“Yeah, just two weeks.., well, eight more days, really,†I answered lamely.
“Me too.â€Â He smiled again. “Want to dance?†He held out his hand and off into the crowd we went. He was a really good dancer, which was no surprise. He seemed to me like he’d be good at just about anything.
We hung around the party for another hour or so, and I had so much fun. It was the first time that I was ever the center of attention of any boy, and it was trilling. By that time the long summer day had ended, and a lovely, warm summer night was in full flower. A brilliant crescent moon hung over the ocean, while Ryan and I walked down the boardwalk past the tee shirt shops and other tourist traps. After awhile, he took my hand in his, and I nearly fainted. It felt so good to be walking with such a dreamy guy. I hoped Gina could see me.
After awhile we stopped and leaned against the railing overlooking the beach and the ocean. The ocean was very calm, and a gentle breeze blew over my body. Without saying anything, Ryan put his left arm around my shoulders, and gently tugged me toward him, and I
yielded easily, until I was nestled next to him. I marveled at how alive he felt. His skin was warm against mine, and his hand was draped casually over my shoulder, the palm resting on my left clavicle and his fingertips resting lightly on my upper chest, gently stroking. I swallowed hard. I rested my right cheek against his left upper chest, and could sense his heartbeat. I felt a thrill like a fast, wiggly worm
run through my stomach.
Ryan leaned his head to his left, resting his cheek against the top of my head. He murmured, “You smell nice…â€Â
I almost died and went to heaven! Those were the nicest words I had ever heard. I just sighed, and put my right arm around his waist. He squeezed me gently.ÂÂ
“This is nice,†I said.
I felt him move his head, and I looked up, turning. He brought his lips to mine, and they were so wonderful. I had wanted this so badly, but was so surprised that I kept my eyes open at first. I could see his eyelashes lying against his cheek, and he gently moved his lips on mine. It was better, much better than Jamie’s kiss…
I turned my body slightly, and we were able to deepen our kiss. I opened my lips slightly and he slipped his tongue in me, just over my teeth, touching my tongue. Fire ran through me then, from just behind my eyes to my toes. I must have moaned. I know I must have moaned as I slipped closer against him, his hands behind me, one on my upper back, and one on my lower, just above my shorts, and mine rested on his chest.ÂÂ
When our kiss broke, and we leaned back slightly, I saw a wonderful look on his face. It is hard to describe exactly, but I think it was as full of wonder as mine must have been. I went up on my toes and kissed him again. This time we were bolder, more brazen and our mouths opened, lip against lip, and our tongues became locked in a slippery exchange. At first mine intruded into his mouth, sliding over his tongue and touching the insides of his cheeks. Then, he dominated, his tongue pushing mine back as it slid over and under it, tasting and probing my mouth, insistent and inquiring at the same time. I pushed my middle against his, and I could feel his growing member through his shorts pressing against my bare midriff. Golly, I thought.
Panting, our lips parted. We both were breathing heavily. “You are amazing,†Ryan said, hugging me tighter. I ran my hands up to either side of his face, holding him gently like that.
“That was the best ever,†I said, meaning it like I never had meant anything before. “You are the best kisser…â€Â
He blushed, saying, “Well, with you it is easy.â€Â I think I loved him for those words.
I dropped down off my toes, his bulging crotch now against my stomach. He must have looked over my head down the boardwalk because he said, “Let’s go some place where we can be alone.â€ÂÂÂ
I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t hesitate a second to turn with him our arms around each other, as we strolled south down the wooden walkway until we left he commercial district behind, and with it the street lights. Once off the boardwalk we continued down the cement walkway heading into a residential area with the ocean murmuring on our left and beach houses, cottages they were called, on our right. Some were dark, but many were festive with party lights.
We chatted about things I don’t remember now, but they were wonderful and exciting in the extreme. As we walked along, my small hand in his large one, I felt transported. Ryan was all I could have asked for. He was handsome, smart and so very, very sweet. Finally, we stopped at a break in the dunes. Ryan took both my hands in his and said, “My house is just over there,†he said, motioning with his head, “I think we can be alone there. Do you want to go?â€Â
“Yes,†I said softly, squeezing both his hands in mine. “Yes, I’d love that,†I remember saying, looking up at him, his face lit by the moonlight. I tugged on his hands and sort of led the way down off the beach onto a side street. We only had to go a couple of blocks to reach the cottage his parents had rented. It was larger, much larger than ours and stood off the ground on cement block “stilts.â€Â There was a light on inside, and we could see the blue cast of a television.
Putting his finger to his lips, Ryan motioned me for silence, and we stepped into an en-closed area below the house. It was dark inside, but my young eyes quickly adjusted. I could hear Ryan breathing next to me, and I could hear the indistinct sounds of the television coming from above. “Here,†he whispered, guiding me to an old chaise lounge that rested against the wall. He unfolded it and found the cushions on a wooden shelf, retrieved them and placed them on the frame.
I sat down near the head of the lounge, and Ryan sat next to me, on my right. His lips sought mine, and after a quick fumbling in the dark, we found each other. I didn’t think that his kisses could ever get any better, but they did. He became more forceful in his kisses, and I responded as our passion mounted and mounted. Shortly I felt his hand move to my breast, which was covered by just my tank top. Instinctively my hand quickly jumped up and clutched his. His lips froze on mine.
I smiles with our lips touching, and gave his hand a squeeze and gently pushed it against my small mound. My nipple, already aroused, pushed against the palm of his hand as he began to massage me. My tummy did flip-flops. It was one thing to squeeze my breasts and
pinch my nipples when I masturbated, but this was an entirely new level of feeling. My chest seemed to expand as my mental focus shifted from my lips to my breasts. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily into Ryan’s neck as he gently rubbed my tits through my blouse. First he massaged one, then the other, alternating and enhancing the sensations.
It was a crazy feeling, with one breast feeling abandoned, while the other welcomed him back. Back and forth, alternating pleasure and disappointment. After several minutes of schizophrenic pleasure one of Ryan’s hands dropped onto my stomach. I reached down and quickly pulled my top up under my armpits, exposing my young breasts completely to Ryan.
“Oh, Elle, he said, “You are soooo beautiful. He cupped one of my breasts, which was a generous gesture, and then pinched my nipple. It quickly rose and like a hard little erasure stood proudly out from the red-rose areola. Then he did the other. Then, he did the most amazing thing. He bent his head over and took one of my nipples into his mouth, which nearly made me climax. But, when he sucked and sucked hard, I felt the first waves of passion flex through my vagina. Already wet, my attention shifted to my pulsing vulva and inflamed cunt.
Ryan pushed me back onto the lounge on my back and continued to squeeze my tits and suck my nipples. Until I just couldn’t stand it any more. I had to give him something, something special in return. I reached between us and felt his hard cock through his shorts.
This time I felt him moan against my breast, my nipple sensitive and blood-filled in his warm mouth.
I fumbled with his belt, until, breaking apart; he sat up and undid his belt. I unbuttoned the top button on his shorts and unzipped them, reaching inside to feel his penis through his underwear. Frustrated, I pulled at his underpants until I got them and his shorts down
to mid-thigh. I could see, in the dim light, his cock. It was the first one I had ever seen, even in a picture. It was wonderful. And it was awful in the true meaning of the word; awe-inspiring. I could also see his balls hanging below his hard cock, and that it was nesting in a tangle of silk-like hair. I became a devote at that very moment.
I reached and took the shaft in my hand. I just couldn’t believe how smooth and hard and hot it felt, and how the skin slid so easily when I slowly pumped him. I loved the look of the large blue vein that pulsed along the top, and the large flaring of the proud glands at the top. It must be instinct, because, without prompting, I cupped his wonderful balls in my one hand, and rolled them gently (I remembered what
Jamie had said about hurting him), and began to stroke him up and down, slowly, with the other.
Meanwhile, Ryan, his legs spread, reached over and grabbed both my nipples and tugged on them in sync with my pumping of his hard smooth rod. It was so erotic, seeing his rampant cock in my hand. It was sort of thin and seemed so long to me, but it really wasn’t
any more than five or six inches. I couldn’t take my eyes off it other than to glance up now and again to look at his face. He was watching my hands on his organ and would glance at my tits and then my face. Helooked so serious. I don’t know it for sure, but I’m
sure I looked happy.
Before long I just felt the oddest urge, which was to bend over and suck the spongy head of his penis into my mouth. When I did his hands released my nipples and went immediately to my head, his fingers entangling in my hair. “Oh, Ellleeeee,†he said, my name drawn out in a long, rapturous sigh. He smelled just like a sand dollar does when you pick it up from the beach, like the ocean; like salt.
I put the slender head into my mouth and closed my lips around it. I sucked it much as he had my nipples, while continuing to stroke his penis with long, strokes. Saliva leaked from between my lips and his cock, lubricating his shaft, causing my hand to slip more easily up and down. He began to hump his hips toward my mouth on each down stroke, so, I began to let more and more of his penis enter my steaming
mouth.
His hand roamed over my back and around my sides to my small breasts, mashing them against my ribcage as I sucked him, taking more and more of him into my mouth with each hump of his hips. Gasping for breath, I snatched a quick look up at Ryan. He was seemed to be
concentrating very hard, and his hands moved quickly back to my head and pushed me toward his penis again. Taking him into my mouth again, I stroked the head against the insides of my cheeks, first one side, and then the other.
I then held his cock and the base and began to bob my head up and down his shaft in counter-rhythm to his thrusting. Before long I heard Ryan groan and his cock head suddenly flared and a jolt of hot, musk-scented, sticky sperm erupted from his cock into my mouth.
I was so surprised, that I choked some and raised my head off his penis just as he spurted again. This time a hot rope of jizz flew through the air and spattered on my face, covering part of my forehead, cheek and nose. Ryan quickly replaced my mouth with his fist wrapped around my hand and pumped his cock furiously. More of his cum jumped out of his slit, this time only inches, and fell back down onto his cock and our hands, adding to the slickness of my saliva. Ryan groaned deep in his throat. More sperm leaked from the tip and slid, lava-like down the side of his hot volcanic dome adding to our mess.
Ryan suddenly went limp, lying on his side. I leaned over to look at him. His eyes were closed and tears leaked from the corners. His breath was ragged. I took his cum-covered hand and began to lick it clean. I tested the taste of his sperm, and I like it. Well, it
took a bit of getting used to. I had never quite tasted anything like it before. It had a mild odor and was fairly salty. It had a very slick feeling in my mouth. I licked more of it from my hand and scooped the thick coil of it from my face. As I finished I
noticed that Ryan was looking at me.
He smiled and whispered, “I’ve never, ever felt anything like that. That was wild!â€Â
“Me neither,†I said. I leaned over, my shirt still up over my breasts, and slid his polo shirt up and kissed his chest. I licked his smooth, almost hairless torso and tongued his nipples while my nipples grazed his lower abdomen. He grabbed my face and pulled me up to
him and kissed me a deep, lingering kiss. I lay partly on top of him, one leg be-tween his, resting on his partially pulled down shorts. I could feel his now flaccid dick against my upper thigh where the hem of my shorts met the skin of my leg.
Ryan reached his hands down as far as he could, sliding them under the waistband of my shorts and, with just his fingertips, touched me under my panties.
Breaking the kiss, he slid from under me, and turned me onto my back on the lounge. He unsnapped my shorts, pulled the zipper quickly down, and opened them. He could see the pair of light blue cotton panties covering my small mons. He, staring at my
pussy, quickly removed his shorts and underpants.
“Wow,†he said, as he pulled my shorts free of my legs. He then placed his hand over my cunt over my panties. With his other hand he rubbed my tummy. I opened my legs some. I watched his face while he took in my body. I cupped my breasts, as much to hide what wasn’t there as anything, but he smiled at me. He pushed his hand against my mound exerting such wonderful pressure against me there that I reflexively pushed back against his hand. He took both his hands and inserted his fingertips under the elastic band of my panties and pulled. At first they snagged on my butt cheeks, but I quickly raised them up and he pulled them down. I then raised my legs up, and he was able to pull them free, flinging them onto the floor by our clothes. I lay my legs back down, this time open just enough for him to see my entire pussy.
Ryan gently rubbed my thighs up and down; his thumbs cruised over the sensitive insides of my thighs causing hot blood to flood my cunt. I spread my legs more, and rested my feet up on the cushion on either side of him. He could now see my entire sex. I was
laid open for his inspection and his touch.
He took one index finger and gently inserted in between my folds and ran it up and down. When he touched my clit, I jumped. “You okay?†he asked quietly.
“Yes, wonderful,†I answered. I reached both my hands down and spread my lips so he could see inside me, my tiny bud-like inner lips folded back, exposing my damp hole.ÂÂ
“Gosh,†he said. I smiled
He then pushed his index finger into my hole up to he first knuckle. It felt hot, large and foreign. He sort of swirled his finger around getting it wet. He pulled up out and sniffed it. Smiling, he reinserted his finger and pushed it deeper into me. With a couple of shoves he had pushed it all the way into me, the back of his hand pushing against my rising clit.
Then he began to finger me. In and out he squished.  Each time he touched bottom, he touched my clitoris sending electric bolts through by body to my nipples. Soon, his finger thrusts and my hips were meeting in a wonderful push-pull. And not long after that I had the
first orgasm from anyone other than me in my life.
I was so surprised that my legs clenched his fist, trapping his finger in me. I almost sat up from the contraction in my vagina, and the pleasure was indescribable as I scrunched my hardened clit against his knuckles. Both my hands gripped his forearm by his elbow, and sort of pulled him down onto me. His chest leaned against my knees as they were curled up and his finger remained in my tight, pulsing cunt. I could feel the wetness dribbling from my pussy down over my asshole.
When I could breath, which took a few moments, I said, “Oh, Ryan, that was soooo wonderful. So awesome!!!â€Â
“You liked it?†he asked, spreading my thighs apart and pulling his finger from within me. I frowned when he did feeling suddenly vacant and empty.
“Yes, I loved it!†I whispered with intensity. “This is great!â€Â
He spread his legs and I could look down and see that he was hard again.
“Do you want to put it in me?†I asked eyes wide at this daring thought. It was one thing to suck a guy and have him finger you, and it was a whole other thing to have him stick his thing in you. But I was not in a rational state of mind, and hadn’t been since he walked up to me at the party, and at 13 years old maybe rational was not a word that applied.
“Just a sec,†he whispered, retrieving his shorts from the floor. He took out his wallet, and from within he removed a Trojan condom. “We’d better use this,†he said.
“Yes,†I said, weakly, watching him strip the foil wrapper from the thin disk-like thing inside. I was beginning to feel a tad of worry. This was different than just making each other cum. This was real. And my pulse began to pump faster, and my palms began to sweat.
He placed the latex condom over the head of his hardened penis, and then rolled it down. I stared transfixed at what he was doing. It was almost surreal. Soon I would have Ryan’s cock in me. Soon I would really be having sex. As Jamie put it, I was going to “get some.â€Â
I watched him roll the rubber down his pink shaft to the bottom where it was buried in a riotous nest of red pubic hair. His balls hung loose in his scrotum. Ryan look up at me and softly asked, “You sure, El?â€Â
“Yes,†I squeaked. “Yes, I’m sure…†But, was I?
I watched as Ryan stood, his cock swinging out before him at a rampant upward angle as if it was held erect by an unseen thread. He carefully knelt between my thighs, which I opened to receive him. I felt the cushion depress under his weight. He still wore his polo shirt, but my eyes were on his engorged member. My mouth felt dry, and I tried to slide forward, but by butt was stuck to the vinyl cushion.
I could see in the dim light that his cock was now covered with the shiny covering with a sort of thing hanging from the tip. He began to lower his midsection toward mine when I put my hand on his upper stomach stopping him, and pointing at the “thing.†I said, “What’s that?â€Â
“What?†whispering and looking perplexed.
“What’s that thing on the end of your thing?†I asked, pointing at it with my other hand.
“That’s where my cum goes,†he croaked.
“Oh,†I said, “Okay…†I replied feeling really stupid.
“Now?†he asked.
“Okay.â€Â
“You sure?â€Â
“Yes, please,†I said as he placed the tip of his condom-covered penis against my slit. He rubbed the head of his penis up and down several times. I leaned up on my elbows to try to see him push into me, but I couldn’t exactly contort enough see it actually enter
me.
I must have been frowning because Ryan asked again if I still wanted to do this. I said yes, yes, yes, please hurry.
Holding his cock he guided it down to my opening. I could feel the glands sliding between my lips and spreading my tender inner petals, and then, and then the head was suddenly in me. “Oh,†is what I said in wonder. Ryan leaned his weight more against me and more of him slipped into me. This was different, but not too different than his finger. It was sort of the same size, maybe a little bigger, but more bendy-er, and I could definitely feel the flared helmeted head of his penis in me. I watched his face as he pulled himself out part way, which was another whole new experience, and one that caused me to catch my breath.
Then, Ryan sort of lay down on me, his slender form on me, and his cock, I thought, all the way deep inside of me. I reached up and tugged on his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. I wanted to feel his skin on my body. He wiggled his hips some and he slid even
deeper into me. He said, “Oh, you feel soooo tight.â€Â My chin rested on his shoulder, and his head was tucked over my opposite one. I felt his breath in my ear as he spoke and I felt the pulse of his cock inside of me. At that moment I discovered something else.
Without thought my cunt gripped at Ryan’s dick. It sort of clutched at it and released quickly several times. “What’d you do?†he whispered?
“I don’t know,†I answered truthfully.
“It was great,â€Â
“Yes.., it was great…†I murmured as much to myself as to Ryan.
Then, Ryan began to hump me. That is the only way to describe it. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, but he began to withdraw his penis from me, almost to the tip, and then he slid it back in. I remember feeling almost abandoned during the brief times he pulled back, leaving my vagina largely empty. SoonRyan began a more insistent pace of in and out, in and out. I rested my hands on his ass cheeks and I could feel them flex as he moved in and out of me. My legs lay spread wide and I wasn’t sure what to do with them. At one point, Ryan sort of hunched himself up as if he was trying to get deeper into me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his body and
hooked my heels just be-hind ass which caused my hips to rotate up to offer him a better and deeper angle.
As his pace picked up the growing sensation in my pussy began to attract almost all of my attention. I could vaguely hear a wet slapping of our bodies on each down stroke, and I sort of felt his balls bouncing on my asshole. But, I can’t really be sure. A frisson was taking place within me. It was as if a small, hot ball, the end of his cock, was growing within me. It felt, at first, if his cock head was
covered with thousands of little electrodes that rubbed my cunt walls with tiny sort-of painful minute electric shocks. Then, the ball started to grow and grow, becoming incandescent inside of me. My head fell back on the lounge, and I lay one forearm over my eyes
as Ryan grunted quietly over me, our hips meeting and parting, meeting and parting.., parting and meeting in such an intimate and sensuous act.
It seemed to last for hours, but I’m sure it was just minutes.
Without warning Ryan came. I felt his cock swell. I really did feel it just before he came. He thrust intome hard, hard, hard, hardest, and then he came followed quickly by a burst of micro thrusts into me as he emptied his balls into my womb. Just as he began to relax we wiggled just right and he set off a new orgasm in me. This time the intensity was up the Richter Scale. It was so powerful and new a feeling that for a time, a long enough time to cause me some panic, I couldn’t breathe. I seized up, muscles tightening with such force that Ryan groaned some from my tightly squeezing thighs and arms.
And, just as suddenly, it subsided in me like a wave sliding out to sea. My arms and legs went limp, falling from him. Ryan lay on me, but he felt weightless over my torpor. After several shivery breaths I was able to whisper in his ear, “That was so much better than I ever, ever thought it would be.â€Â
“Were you a virgin?†he asked quietly.
“Yes…†I said, smiling into his neck, “I was a virgin…â€Â
“So was I,†he admitted, raising up on his hands and looking at me earnestly. “That was better that I ever thought it would be too.â€Â His penis began to slide out of my hole. “You, were better than anything,†he amended.
“Oh,†I said in disappointment when his cock finally dropped out of my cunt. Reaching down I grabbed his condom-clad penis, wet with my woman’s lubricant. Ryan rose up the rest of the way, kneeling between my outspread thighs.
“Do you want me to take it off?†I asked, innocently.
“Yes,†He said, watching me with a very serious expression as I rolled the messy rubber from his penis. Pulling it the last couple of inches, I peered inside to see a large pool of cum. It had a rich earthy smell, part of which was from my secretions.
“Wow,†I whispered, “That’s really neat…†I sat up and took his cock in my hand again, and placed the entire thing in my mouth and sucked and licked our combined juices from him. I was so turned on when I realized that my nose was buried in his public hair and I was smelling our intermingled sex,and that his damp balls were resting on my chin.
Afterwards, we nuzzled and necked a bit longer. It was only 10:30, so we decided to clean up at one of the public open showers at the end of the road by the beach, and go for a soda, which we did.
Ryan and I became an “item†in the flock, and we became the first two to actually really pair up. We spent as much time as we could necking and grabbing ass when we though no one was looking, and we spend the darker hours exploring our bodies the wonderful joys of youthful sex. I loved to suck him until he came in my mouth, and I would like to say that he returned the favor, but he didn’t. But, he did finger me so well that it almost didn’t matter. In fact, it really didn’t matter because I had yet to learn that such a thing could happen and would matter.
He used condoms, which was a good thing. Ryan was awonderful first lover, and I doubt I could have asked for more. But, more was coming my way. The scent was in the air.
