This is the story of two teens discovering sexual intimacy – traveling a long road marked by reluctance, hesitance, pleasure and fear. Sometimes things moved along quickly and other times slowly. But driven by biology, they always kept going – self-conscious and cautious – to the first time they would make love. The story is true, but names and details have been changed.
FINDING OUR WAY
Susan and I had been dating for a year. That meant a couple movies a month and several evenings each week at her house watching TV. Her father worked 4 to midnight, and her mom, who was barely able to cope with running their small household, went to bed early. She was ‘fragile’, to put it kindly. After dinner, she would take a sleeping pill and by 8 o’clock she was fast asleep in her bedroom. So, Sue and I enjoyed a fair amount of privacy in the television room at the far end of the hall.
What started many months before with a first kiss, slowly developed into touching and petting on the TV-room couch. I can still feel the thrill of the first time I brushed my hand across the front of her shirt. I could barely discern the warm outlines of her young breasts. Then, I lightly rested my hand on them, touching and caressing. I was excited, although she revealed no emotion. She pretended not to notice when I needed to re-position the growing erection in my pants.
Loose-fitting blouses worn outside her jeans encouraged curious fingers onto her bare skin. Now her breasts were only obstructed by a thin cotton bra. In time, those fingers slipped under the edges of the bra – onto bare breasts that were silky-soft and warm. She silently tolerated these explorations during which I would get ever more excited. At home in bed I would jerk-off, imagining what I had not yet seen.
One night she boldly lifted her bra, allowing me unfettered access. In time, I was opening her shirt – gazing upon and fondling her small but lovely tits. No longer pretending indifference, she invited me to use my mouth. This was an intimacy I had until then only imagined. Slowly and gently I began sucking her nipples and feeling them get hard while my hand caressed her abdomen. She no longer hesitated to ask for what she wanted nor did she try to hide her pleasure. In time, she would lay on the couch with her head on my lap. I would kiss her lips while I unbuttoned her shirt and she lifted her bra. She liked me to gently circle her erect nipples with saliva moistened fingers so they were erect before I began to gently suckle them. With eyes closed, she would make appreciative sounds and I would whisper “I love you”.
We were still too shy to talk about it, but enjoyed our mutual pleasure every chance we had. Then one night, I noticed a wet spot on her jeans between her legs. I slowly slid my hand down her bare abdomen and onto her jeans. The wet spot was only inches away when she stopped me.
“No. Not there.”
But, a few nights later, I tried again. This time she acquiesced, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate my probing fingers. I touched her damp jeans, pressing gently and rubbing in little circles. It was then that I discovered her wetness carried a wonderful scent, which pressed all my buttons. Rubbing her pussy through her pants became status-quo, whenever we made-out. With warmer weather, light-weight nylon shorts meant that I could feel the warmth and supple contours of her genitals. Her shorts would get wet and her natural perfume filled the air. We both looked forward to those sessions – with me kissing her, suckling her breasts, and stimulating her pussy. Later, in my own bed, I would bring my fingers to my face, where her lingering scent induced a rush of hormones. From there it only took a few more strokes for me to come like a mule with semen shooting all over my chest and abdomen.
Her summer shorts made it easy to slip my hand under the elastic waist-band onto her thin cotton panties. She was always wet. Her closed eyes and expression told me everything I needed to know. She was relaxed and unafraid to enjoy her body’s pleasures. I was feeling the urge for something more and wondered if she felt it too. But, going “all the way” was something we didn’t even talk about.
Each night as I departed, we’d close her mother’s bedroom door and tiptoe downstairs to the front door to ‘say goodnight’. Like our sessions on the couch, this had progressed over time into an intense petting session. She’d let me slip my hand inside her panties as we tongue-kissed with closed eyes. I parted her labia and then worked my finger in-and-out of her moist pussy. I mistakenly thought this was how girls masturbated. It must have been during one of these sessions that I unwittingly popped her cherry. If she felt it, she said nothing.
I loved feeling her warm pussy encircling my finger and assumed she was enjoying it, too. With my finger-tip probing and our tongues dancing inside each others mouth, I would rub the underside of my erect penis against her hip. She held firm. It never took me long to come in my pants – very messy – but OH SO GOOD. She could feel my release, followed by warm wetness. Once finished, I would stop kissing her and let my finger slip out. Totally spent, she held me tight with my head resting along side hers. Even though I couldn’t smell it, the musky odor of my semen was driving her crazy and she was dying for relief. So, as soon as she dared, she’d send me off into the night with a quick “I love you” and a good-bye kiss.
I saw the porch light flick off, not knowing she was hastening upstairs to finish what I’d started. Under the covers, she’d enjoy a nice orgasm with fantasies inspired by the musky scent of the semen that had seeped through my shorts onto hers. Meanwhile, I walked home savoring her perfume, which lingered on my finger tips until I was long asleep.
There were powerful biological forces at work. One night at the front door I got a little carried away and tried pulling down her shorts. Had she let me, I would have pulled down my own and tried to get what I wanted, right then and there. It was rather stupid and fortunately she stopped me. I hadn’t any condoms nor thought about the consequences of what I was about to do. Surprisingly, she wasn’t upset with me. But instead held me close pressing her hip against me, encouraging my messy but safely contained release.
When I was done, she said firmly, “I know you want to go all the way, but we have to save something for when we get married.”
I sheepishly agreed. This was the first time she spoke about sex, which made me want it even more. But for now, this was the end of the road. She’d made it clear we weren’t going all the way and we didn’t talk about it any more.
But Sue was feeling her own biological urges. Girls talk among themselves about sex in ways that guys never do. Sue’s friend, Nancy, was already having sex with her boyfriend. Sue asked her how to handle ‘her problem’ and Nancy was eager to offer advice. Nancy let on that she was planning a “couples party” for a dozen of her girlfriends and their dates. Most were already having sex and just wanted to do it in a bed with a little privacy, instead of on a blanket in the park or the back seat of a car. Two of her girlfriends hadn’t gone ‘all the way’, but were giving their boyfriends hand-jobs and fellatio. Nancy’s party was where they planned to take the big step. Sue and her friend Kelly were total novices, at the bottom of the pecking order, so to speak. They had not so-much-as touched a penis yet.
A week before the party, the girls got together at Nancy’s. They were all a-buzz, talking about their boyfriends and their plans. Nancy showed them the ‘love nest’ and spelled out the ground rules. Kelly was eager to join the club and asked lots of questions. Sue remained quiet, listening intently as the more experienced girls talked about their plans. Older girls offered advice to their less experienced ‘sisters’ on the nuances of keeping a boyfriend satisfied. Hand-jobs, blow-jobs, muff-diving and “69” were all discussed as “safe” alternatives, but condoms and “safe days” were preferred by most of the girls (and their boyfriends). At first Sue thought a hand-job would be her next move, but it offered little for her other than touching my cock. She found the idea of oral-sex icky and assumed I would too, so she finally made up her mind that it would be “all-the-way” with a condom. Afterward, she told Nancy who was encouraging. She had lots of questions for Nancy, who patiently coached her. Nancy even loaned her a dildo so she could “practice” and would know what it was gonna feel like.
THE PARTY
I barely noticed when Susan told me her friend Nancy had invited us to a party. She wanted to go, saying it would be nice snacks, good music, dancing, and dim lights where we could be naughty. It all sounded good to me and I agreed. What she didn’t tell me was that this was a party where couples were coming to have sex. Perhaps she meant to – or maybe that was what she meant by saying ‘we could be naughty’. In any case, I remained clueless and unprepared.
When we arrived, I noticed something. At most parties, like genders tended to congregate – gaggles of girls and awkward guys. But, this party was mostly couples with some already openly making out. Nancy’s parents were nowhere in sight and when I asked, Susan told me they had promised to stay upstairs, leaving the basement “rec-room” for Nancy and her friends.
It was a great party – good music, dancing, tasty snacks and lightly-spiked punch. Soon, we both had a bit of a buzz. Usually-shy-in-public Sue was surprisingly uninhibited. She’d already pulled me down onto the couch where we made-out like there was no tomorrow, even if fully dressed. Other couples were sneaking off to the other room and closing the door. I overheard one girl telling another how gentle and sweet her boyfriend had been. Next time the door opened, my friend Sean and a girl I didn’t know, came out. They both looked flushed and a bit disheveled – I assumed some really-heavy petting. She headed for the bathroom and he headed for the drink table. Sue and I were on the couch, so I told her I wanted another drink and offered to get her one, too. What I really wanted was to find out what that room was all about.
I asked Sean how things were going. He couldn’t hide a big grin. “It was great.” He gestured toward now-closed door. “Sarah was amazing. My first time with her. I really nailed her ass to the bed and she loved it!” he paused, “How about you? Dip your wick yet?”
When I told him that Sue and I had decided to wait, he gave me a really strange look, “But, everyone knows why we’re here. Sarah knew! I’m sure Sue knows what this party’s all about. Didn’t she tell you?”
I stood there feeling rather foolish. But, good friend as Sean was, he pressed a little box into my hand. “Here, use these. The girls chipped-in and bought an economy-size box of Trojans, but these are better. Next time the door opens, show them to Sue and lead her in. If she goes, that means ‘yes’!” This was considered consent in the teen culture of the late 60s. I thanked him and rejoined Sue with our drinks.
VISITING THE LOVE NEST
I didn’t say anything right away, but a short time later we were dancing when I noticed the door open. Kelly and her boyfriend ducked out, trying to be invisible. I pulled Susan close and discretely showed her the box. She looked up at me, then around the room before saying “OK.” We made our way to the door, closed it behind us and locked it. The room was heavy with the smell of sex – the mixed scent of half a dozen girls.
Susan turned toward me. I took her in my arms and we kissed passionately and anxiously. In the semi-darkness of the room, illuminated only by two pink heart-shaped night lights, I set the box of condoms onto the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She turned and faced away to let me remove it, then unhook and remove her bra. From behind, I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her neck, wondering but not daring to ask why she’d changed her mind. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her skin-tight fancy jeans. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could discern the outlines of her naked body for the first time.
She calmly sat down on the bed, picking up and examining the box, as I began to undress – shoes and socks first, then unbuttoning my shirt. Sue motioned for me to stand closer. Then she opened my belt and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them down off my hips and letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them but hesitated for a moment before taking off my briefs. Only inches from her face, I carefully lifted the waistband over my erect cock. She stared. It was something she had felt against her, but never actually seen. But after having a good look, she retreated to the center of the bed and held out her hand.
I’d never had sex before. And while I knew what had to be done, I was unsure exactly how I was expected to do it. Sean once told me things his girlfriend liked and they became my game-plan. Sue lay on her back and I snuggled along side, facing her with my cock lightly touching her leg. We kissed and caressed, while I worked up the courage to begin. I was rock-hard and she was wet, so I went for it, sprinkling little kisses along her entire body – slowly moving from head to toe, then back up her inner thighs. She squirmed a little, but parted her legs – gasping in surprise when my lips first touched her wet pussy. Her familiar scent was strong and intoxicating. My tongue played with her labia and probed for her hole. She gave uninhibited groans of pleasure and I thought she might be getting ready to come. But then, she touched the box of condoms to the back of my hand, telling me ‘it was time’. I felt a wave of adrenaline. This was it! I was anxious in the unfamiliar surroundings with people partying just outside the door. The bed jiggled as I gingerly crawled up between her legs.
As if reading my mind, she said, “Don’t worry. Nancy said to take as long as we need.”
I realized Nancy and probably everyone else knew exactly what were were doing! It felt awkward, but Sue confidently helped me get in position with my knees pressed against the back of her outstretched legs. She handed me the box then rested her finger-tips on my thighs, watching me take one out and remove it’s paper sleeve.
“Pinch the end before you put it on – leave room for your baby juice.”
My shy-little Susan knew more than I did! So, I did as she said. The latex felt cold as I rolled it onto the hardest erection I can ever remember. She gestured for me to lean forward. I placed my hands beside her shoulders, gazing down at her. Without looking, she reached down between her legs and I felt the first touch of her delicate fingers.
“Now get closer. Spread you knees. Lower.”
I slid my knees out and under her outstretched legs.
“…a little more.” I complied, then she added, “Perfect.”
And with that she drew my sheathed penis toward her vagina. The same warm tightness I’d felt with my finger now resisted the sheathed head of my penis. But she persevered and pushed it in. Then, as I felt her vaginal-sphincter closing behind my glans she withdrew her hand, letting me finish the job. I slowly pushed into her until my pubic bone pressed against hers. Her vagina was warm and tight – like nothing I’d ever experienced or imagined. I paused to savor the moment I will always remember.
I’d heard that first-time-guys come quick, and I wanted to last as long as I could. I withdrew an inch-or-so and settled into her again. So far, so good. Then again. Thus began a series of strokes, which gradually increased in depth and tempo. The noise and distractions of the party outside faded. Our eyes locked as her pussy did its work on me. She held onto my arms with both hands, steadying herself against my increasingly eager thrusts. With each penetration I felt her breath on my face as she exhaled a short-soft “ah”.
Soon she was watching me succumb, appearing un-surprised by what her body could do to me. Helplessly, I gazed into her eyes. She invited a kiss. Once our lips met, it was only a dozen more strokes until I felt the rush of hormones – the way it always starts. Semen was soon flowing into the base of my penis. I wanted to slow it down, but couldn’t. The feeling of fullness grew steadily as did the urge to get rid of it. Grasping her shoulders, my body to grew tense and my legs to began to tremble. I was losing the will to hold back, tottering on the edge, speaking her name and telling her how much I loved her. Falling into the abyss, my body went on auto-pilot. I hooked my hands behind her shoulders pulling down hard to drive and hold myself deep inside her. For the first time tonight she looked surprised and maybe even a bit frightened. Mother nature was having her way with me and there was little I could do. My whole body convulsed in reaction to ejaculation.
I cried out, “Uuggghhh.”
as the voluntary but inevitable contraction of my penile muscles injected her with semen and triggered my orgasm. It was overwhelming, but more contractions followed, each one sending a warm jet of seminal fluid into her. I moaned and squirmed, rocking from side-to-side trying to push myself deeper. It felt so damn good. But, then as quickly as it swept over me, it was over. I was still breathing hard, but my sexual tension had dissipated, replaced by a peaceful feeling of satisfaction and exhaustion. I lay my head along side hers. Her arms relaxed, encircling me.
“Shhhh. Easy baby.”
“Oh Sue. That was amazing!”
Held in her embrace, my cock still inside her, I began to slip into a hazy post-orgasm bliss – all dreamy with no sense of time – the way I fell asleep after jerking-off most nights. But Sue reminded me to withdraw while I was still hard and to hold onto the condom. I did as she said, then sitting back on my haunches, I pulled the sheath from my already-softening cock. We both watched it dangle with the weight of its dangerous contents. She held out a tissue, took it from me and carefully wrapped it. I lay down to rest beside her, telling her how wonderful it had been and how much I loved her. Lost in our post-coital intimacy, we kissed and caressed in a calm, gentle and loving way.
We’d taken more than our share of time in the “love nest”, so Sue suggested we dress and rejoin the party. She went straight to the bathroom with the tissue hidden in the palm of her hand. It would go down the toilet because Nancy made clear she wanted no ‘evidence’ left behind. Little box in my pocket, I wandered over to the snacks. Across the room, a group of girls glanced over at me, whispering among themselves. I wondered if they’d heard me come, but didn’t really care. When Sue rejoined me, we held hands and exuded the post-coital glow, that only lovers can.