I am now 43 years old and happily married to a wonderful husband. As a very sexually oriented person, I love reading sex stories. I graduated from romance novels to sex story sites. They are really the same but the sex stories cut out all of the crap. Personally, I like the stories with some semblence of truth and not just some guy's masturbation fantasy. Because I enjoy reading sex stories, I have always wanted to write my own about some of my experiences. This is my first attempt and deals with my experiences as a young teenager. This is pretty mild considering some of my experiences later in life but I had to start somewhere. 

I think I was around 13 when I got really interested in boys. I was interested before that but by 13, I was really boy crazy. Since I was considered one of the more attractive girls at school, I had no trouble getting boys to like me. I wasn't allowed to date at that age but I was allowed to have friends over to our house. Boys were only allowed to come over when one of my parents were home so the visit would be supervised. 

I was into kissing and holding hands but not much else. Actually, I was so dumb about things that I don't think I knew there was more. I only had little bumps for boobs but that didn't stop boys from trying to feel them. The first time I got felt up was at a movie theater. I had gone with some girlfriends and of course we met some boys there. No one cared about the movie. We were only interested in kissing and fooling around. It was also there that I noticed my friend Lisa rubbing the front of her boy's jeans. I didn't know any different so I did it too. I liked the feel of that hard thing under my hand and really liked the effect it had on the boy.

That brings me to the day my newest boyfriend Mike was at my house to help me study for a science test. It was a Saturday afternoon and my mom was gone visiting or something. My dad got a call from one of his friends to go golfing and asked my older brother to keep an eye on me and my boyfriend so he could go. As soon as Dad left, Mike and I started kissing. I was letting him feel my breasts and started rubbing the front of his jeans. Knowing it was pretty safe with my parents gone, Mike unzipped his pants and for the first time ever, I slid my hand inside the opening. I could feel it much better and liked it better. I moved my fingers into the slot of his jockey shorts and felt my first bare cock. Mike really liked that and started moving around and then yanked my hand away. He abruptly left shortly after that and I didn't understand what I had done wrong. 

My friend Lisa, who was more experienced, explained that he had probably cum in his pants and said it happened all of the time with boys. The only thing I knew was that Mike couldn't wait to be alone with me again. After that day I quickly graduated to giving full "hand jobs". Mike loved it. 

On another day after school when Mike was over, I took advantage of my mother going next door to give Mike a hand job. I had it out of his pants and was stroking it when my brother Jeff walked into the room. We were caught. Mike quickly jumped up and zipped his pants. Jeff told him he had better leave. I was in trouble and knew it. Jeff was 17 and told me that I was asking for trouble with what I was doing. My mother came back and to my surprise, Jeff didn't say anything. He did tell me he would talk to me later. 

Later that day, Jeff was going to the store for mom and asked me to go with him. I knew I was going to get a lecture and did. He wanted to know everything I did with boys. I told him. I was practically begging him to not tell our parents. It was then that I noticed something. My brother was hard and it bulged the front of his pants. In an effort to save myself from my parents wrath, I decided to try something. It was either going to get me into more trouble or out of trouble. I decided to take the chance. After all boys are boys even if it is a brother.

I knew enough to know that boys are only hard when they are horny so Jeff must be horny. I also knew that when boys are horny, they like to be played with. After taking a deep breath and swallowing hard, I told Jeff that if he didn't tell, I would do it for him. That surprised him and got his attention. He scolded me and said I was acting like a little slut. As he went on, I feared I had made a wrong decision. Then to my complete surprise, he asked if I was serious. I told him I was. Then he asked me to show him how serious I was. 

Nervously, I slid over the car seat and placed my hand over his erection. By this time, we were almost home and I rubbed him until we pulled into our driveway. After turning off the car, Jeff told me to sneak over to his room an hour after Mom and Dad went to bed. Then he got out of the car and we went into the house. 

I'll continue this but not now. If anyone has any comments or questions, please feel free to E-mail me at sharonalderson@aol.com All questions will be answered by me

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