The following story is a chronicle of events in my life. The names of the characters have been changed to respect their anonymity. It is my first attempt to chronicle a significant time in my life. I will welcome your thoughtful votes and comments. I will answer all comments submitted that provide an active E-mail address for the answer.
A significant time, whether it was the most significant time could be debated, was in 1959.
Right after I graduated high school in early June of 1959 my mother, sister and I joined my father in a new house, for us, in a New England shoreline community. He had taken a new work assignment five months earlier. The house was huge for just the four of us. It had been a good investment to buy this older house of 14 rooms on three acres of land overlooking the ocean. It did not take me long to get familiar with the surroundings as we had vacationed near there twice in the previous four years.
Through a friend of my father’s I got a summer job as a caretaker of a small estate about a mile from our house. Not a lot, but enough pocket money to put gas in my car, a new white 1959 Volvo coupe, and not have to worry about money for a first class date now and then. All I needed now was a girl to enjoy a first class date with me. The estate consisted of about 8 acres, also on the ocean, with about five acres in lawn, flower gardens, and an Olympic sized swimming pool with lots of decking around it. There was also a small guest house on the property that had all of the conveniences of a small three bedroom house. The owners were not often there and it was my responsibility to do all of the maintenance that the property required. You know the drill: cut the lawn, weed the flower beds, and keep the pool clean and ready for a swim, among others. The benefits included a key to the houses and use of the pool. Not bad benefits for an 18 year old looking for a party to happen. Before the owner left on an extended driving trip he introduced me to his nephew, Bob.
Bob was in his late 20s, about my same height but out weighed me by at least 50 lbs. He was an accomplished artist working as an illustrator of scientific books. That was interesting, but he was also building a street rod using a 1936 Ford coupe. The car really got my attention. I spent hours helping him. One day while we were working on the car, this vision of a girl came over to visit him, Nancy!
Nancy was an extraordinarily beautiful girl. Nancy was about 5’4″ and slender. Her skin tone was as if she had a light tan. Her short hair was dark brown to black as were her eyes. Her facial features, a softly sculptured look with a slightly up turned nose, could have adorned the finest cameo. Even in casual clothes she looked crisp. She was wearing a light green full skirt and a white tailored blouse. I could see the outline of her nipples standing perky as she walked toward us with her perfect posture.
After introductions she stayed for about an hour while we worked. Being almost 19 my hormones were in revolt. I must admit that I lost my enthusiasm for the car. It must have been obvious to Bob because he told me that he had invited her over to meet me. They were good friends, but he felt that he was too old for her. He encouraged me to ask her out.
I was in good physical shape having lettered in high school football, wrestling, and track. At 5′ 10″ and 155 lbs., I was chiseled and lean with a 28″ waist and a 37″ chest, my hair was naturally wavy dark brown medium male length and my eyes are dark hazel to brown. I must have made a satisfactory impression. Nancy had apparently let him know that he should give me her telephone number. I felt that I had died and gone to heaven; it can’t get better than this, but it did.
I made some quick phone calls to set up a first class date. I tried to get tickets to the great summer stock theater that was two towns away. No good, they were sold out.
Through my father I had met the owner of a very fine but informal restaurant in the next town. I called Emeal, the restaurant’s owner, and asked him if he was going to use his complementary tickets that he got for advertising the restaurant in the theater’s Play Bill. He said no and I offered to pay for them. He said no again, but I could have them if I would bring my “young lady” for dinner at his restaurant before the show. It just keeps getting better.
I called Nancy’s home and the phone was answered by her father. I introduced myself and asked to speak to Nancy. I am sure he cupped his hand over the mouthpiece, but I could hear him ask her who I was before I could not hear any more. I asked her if she would go with me to dinner and the play. After saying yes, she warned me that her father had been trying to get tickets for the play for the past two weeks. I let her know that I had the tickets.
When I picked her up for the date her father grilled me on how I got the tickets. I told him. I expected, but got no instructions about when to bring his daughter home. I also met her mother who had shared her beauty and her light olive skin tone with her daughter.
Dinner was great. The service could not have been better. Nancy and I were enjoying each other’s company. I learned that Nancy’s father was of French heritage and her mother was Portuguese. That explained her light tanned look. I told her that my heritage is pure American mongrel. Mostly French with some American Indian thrown in, just for spice. After a light sun burn early in the spring, I do not require sun tan lotion to maintain an even tan that matched Nancy’s skin tone. We were learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. You know music, movies, and such. Emeal tore up the check as he whispered thanks for bringing such a beautiful woman to grace his restaurant. I left a tip for the waitress since she had been very efficient and not interrupted us unless absolutely necessary.
It got better when Nancy sat as close as possible during the play with her arm through mine. I could feel her warm firm breast on my bicep. I became immediately hard. It was mildly painful for my cock to go up and down between each of the three acts. I am not sure to this day what the play was. It must have been good because the cast received a standing ovation. I was thankful for the diversion that allowed me to adjust so that I could stand. When we arrived at her home, I walked her to the front door. She said that she had enjoyed the evening and would like to do it again. I suggested that if she would like to go for a swim I would be working at the estate all day the next day. She said that she would like that; I gave her directions. A friendly kiss on her cheek and I left. There was no way I was going to get to sleep until I relieved myself. That done, I slept well with a smile on my face for sure.
The next morning I awoke with my usual hard on, but it had a new significance this day. I got my self relaxed enough to pee and I shaved and showered. I had to relieve my sexual needs again as I thought about Nancy while in the shower. Shaving and showering before going to work at the estate was new. I dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a tight white “T” shirt. I grabbed my red “speedo”, a quick breakfast and headed down the road.
I had been at work for about three very long hours when Nancy arrived. A pair of leather sandals, tight Bermuda length khaki shorts, tailored white blouse and a smile as she came toward me. Damn, another hard on! I had never been so responsive. She could have done anything to me she wanted, but she was letting me lead. It just keeps getting better. We touched hands and it was electric. She had brought a small bag with her for her swim suit. I took the bag from her and took her to the guest house so that she could change.
She had on a light blue stretch one piece suit. I almost fainted as the blood rushed from one head to the other. There was no lining in that suit and I could clearly see every detail of her erect nipples. I guessed at a large “B” or small “C” which fit her trim figure perfectly. She must have closely trimmed her pubic hair because none showed although I could clearly see her mound and a faint line of her slit at the crotch of her high cut suit. No, I was not staring, much. I had to break myself away somehow. I told her that I would be about another hour and she should make herself at home.
I did not last an hour. I went into the guest house and put on the “speedo”. When I came out I could have sworn that I heard a whistle. No, not for me, never. I looked down and could clearly see the outline of my cock head. Too late now; I dove into the pool. Hopefully the cool water would shrink me back to size. Wishful thinking, as I came up to find that she too was in the water coming toward me. As she surfaced I could clearly see her nipples hard and dark under the wet top of her suit. And I was concerned about the head of my cock? Look at those outstanding perky nipples!
I was lost. I picked up her chin with my right hand while pulling her to me with my left at the small of her back. I kissed her lips gently. I felt her warm body against me. I was sure my cock was sticking out of the top of my “speedo” but I did not care any more. She kissed me back and almost whispered, “Hello.” We got out of the pool and dried off. While clearly visible through the material of my suit, thankfully, my cock head had withdrawn below the top. I got us some cold drinks and we sat and talked for the next hour before getting back into the pool to cool off. This time we stayed in the pool sitting on the steps for the next half hour with me savoring her breasts. She had to get home for a family function and she went into the guest house to change. When she came back I asked if she wanted to come over the next day. “Yes,” was emphatic without hesitation.
Over the next three weeks our first day at the pool was repeated at least three days per week. At night my relief came at my own hand. We also had three more formal dates similar to the dinner and play night. Each time relief was at my own hand.
As time passed we became more and more passionate with our kisses. We experimented with different kisses from the soft love kisses, as we had at the beginning, to full passionate ones with tongues trying to reach down each other’s throats. One thing she liked was with open mouths, lips joined, with me taking a slow deep breath through my mouth while our tongues danced to a tune that only we could hear. Don’t knock it until you have tried it. Any hands on breasts, cock or sex was more accidental than purposefully. All of that changed very suddenly the day she wore the white suit.
When she came out of the guest house with the white suit on, the first time I had seen that suit, I had another one of those blood rushing from head to head dizzy spells. The white suit in contrast with her skin was an extraordinary look. She settled onto one of the lounge chairs while I finished weeding one of the rose beds. Before I walked over to her, I clipped one of the blood red roses. I went into the guest house and changed into my “speedo”. When I got to her I saw that her eyes were closed. She was breathing at a shallow measured pace; she was smiling. I was not sure if she was awake. God she was beautiful, thank you. I held the rose under her nose. As the aroma filled her nostrils she stirred. I bent down and kissed her lips softly. She opened her eyes and pulled me the rest of the way down to her wrapping her arms around my neck. We enjoyed a long breathtaking, tongue-dancing kiss. I reached to her right breast and cupped it with her stiffening nipple against my palm. She sighed and lifted to increase the pressure. I gently closed my fingers and gave her breast a firm squeeze. We broke our kiss and smiled at each other. We had just broken a barrier. From this point forward we would explore each others bodies almost at will. We were both hot and I needed to rinse off the sweat. I stood, walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. She was not far behind me.
When it was wet that white suit was almost as see through as a clear plastic wrap. We moved to the shallow end of the pool and the stairs. She sat on the step that was just below the surface of the water. I moved to her putting her knees on either side of me and my knees on the step just below where she sat. Facing her, I had a clear view of her labia and slightly spread slit. I reached out and pulled the shoulder straps down to her arms. I held them as she pulled her arms out of the arm holes. I pulled the top down to her waist exposing two of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Her puffy dark areolas were about the size of a quarter with well formed nipples that were hard and pointed upward. I leaned down and kissed each one. Nancy held the back of my head. “Suck them hard,” she said in a loud breathless whisper. As I alternated between each one, her breathing became quicker and her low moans continued to get louder. Suddenly, she bit her lip and stifled a scream as her body shuddered. She went limp, placed her head on my shoulder and hugged me as tightly as she could. We had been building to this for her since our first night at the play. She later confided that that had been her first non clitoris induced orgasm.
As she regained her strength, she stood and removed the suit completely. What wondrous works God has wrought. I was right, her sex was closely trimmed and the remaining hair only enhanced her look. She took my hand and pulled me to one of the lounge chairs. She pushed me back as I sat and told me to “lie down.” She took hold of the sides of my “speedo” and pulled it down and off. She wrapped her hands around my cock and began a slow stroking that was sure to end in my ejaculation. The view of her sitting there nude would assure that result soon. She did something then that was so wonderful that my first shot arched over her shoulder. Nancy kissed the head of my cock! It was a first for both of us. She noted the power that gave her and she would repeat that again and again in the future.
I got up when I could move and, remaining naked, went into the guest house and got us cold drinks. I can not describe why it felt so natural to sit there with both of us without any clothes. I could not keep my eyes from doing a full body scan about once every five seconds. I was hard again, but did not feel an urgent need to do anything about it. Ice broken, neither one of us felt the need to cover ourselves as we laid bare our past sexual experiences.
For her, other than a few kisses and light petting after a date, her experiences centered on Bob. He was apparently, quite accomplished at giving her orgasmic relief with his hands. She was a virgin and wanted to remain so into the near future. He taught her how to use her hands to masturbate a cock. (Thanks Bob) She masturbated herself regularly. She confided that she had to masturbate after every time we were together and that she had been longing for what had happened this afternoon. She hoped that we could continue to explore each other at every opportunity. She emphasized that she was mine for anything except intercourse. She told me that giving her virginity was a one time thing and she would decide when.
Yes, we were still sitting there nude talking as if this was an every day occurrence. Far from it. Neither of us had ever been this cavalier about nudity in front of the opposite sex. I still can’t explain why this felt so natural so quickly. I could not get enough of looking at that magnificent body. Her nipples were standing proud on her breasts. I could see the moisture glistening between her pussy lips. I could smell the sweet aroma of her sex. My cock had been as hard as a steel rod for almost a half hour at this point. I must have felt that if I made a move to cover up she would too and that would have ended one of the most magic moments that I had ever experienced.
It was my turn. I talked in some detail about the first time that I realized what ejaculation was and how surprised I was when I felt it happen the first time. I told her about finding my parents copy of “A Marriage Manual.” It was a pen and ink illustrated text that helped me with my first sexual encounter and the sexual intercourse that followed some months later. I told her that nothing had prepared me for the intense feelings physically and spiritually that I had with and for her. I confessed a feeling that must be love for her. I told her I was blown away by her beauty. I acknowledged that she was in complete control of her virginity. I told her that I would do everything in my power to satisfy her until she was ready. She answered that she felt as strongly for me and that I was in control of everything else between us. Every time I think it can’t get better, it does.
We sat there silently for the longest time just looking into each others eyes before I stood and walked close to her. I helped her stand by taking both hands and putting them behind my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and let my hands settle on her baby smooth bottom. I reached under the cheeks and pulled her to me. Her firm breasts were against my chest as she stood on her toes. I could feel the hard nipples pressing into me. My cock was pressed against my belly by her mound. I looked into her eyes again and started kissing her lips gently, as the passion grew, so did the intensity of the kisses. I picked her up and carried her to the guest house. I took her to the largest bed room and laid her gently on her back on the queen sized bed.
I got on the bed along side Nancy and propped myself up on my elbow. I reached out and let my eyes caress her as my hand moved lightly over every inch that I could reach with out changing my position. My cock was throbbing against her thigh. Her breasts seemed more firm and I had not seen her nipples more distended. I got to my knees along side her. I bent down and kissed each nipple. I then kissed her lips softly and continued to kiss her at regular intervals down to her chin, neck and chest to one of her breasts; a kiss for the top, the nipple and the underside. I moved down her body kissing all the way. At her pussy I paused just long enough to take in the view from a closer vantage point than I had ever had before. The aroma of her sex was more stimulating than any perfume I had ever smelled. I continued down her leg to her foot. After kissing the sole of her foot I moved up the inside of her leg back to her pussy. After a light kiss on her mound, I rolled her over onto her stomach. I kissed her smooth muscular buttocks. I continued up her back to her neck where I reversed myself back down the other side of her back to her solid butt and other leg. Again I reversed myself kissing the inside of her leg to her pussy. I rolled her over on her back. She was breathing, no panting, heavily as I kissed her mound.
I did not know anything about oral sex then, but I knew that when she had kissed my cock head it was electric. I knew that girls had the equivalent in something called a clitoris. I had never seen a pussy up this close before. Her mound was prominent. Her pussy lips looked as if they were blushing. Her slit was slightly parted and her inner lips were only slightly visible. Placing a thumb at each side of her slit I was determined to find her clit and return her favor to me. I could see the pearl sized button right where my parent’s manual said it would be. Her fluid was flowing now at a slow but steady pace. Her aroma was indeed intoxicating. I bent down and gave her clit a breathtaking, tongue-dancing kiss. Nancy exploded. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. Her body stiffened and I could see her vagina opening and closing faster and faster until it appeared to be clenched closed. She was shivering as if she was cold. I looked at her face and her eyes were rolled back under the lids. There was a strained expression on her face.
I had never seen anything like this and I became concerned. I kissed her mouth softly. She began to stop shivering and her eyes returned to normal. She smiled at me and tears began to come down her cheeks. I got higher so that I could kiss away the tears and she reached out and pulled me down to her. I lay down to her side. Looking eye to eye we laid quietly that way for at least 15 minutes. She exclaimed, “That was the most amazing experience of my life. Thank you. I have never felt anything so intense”
I responded that indeed it had given me great pleasure to watch her have the experience. I did not let her know that it had scared me. She reached for my cock and began to stroke it with a slow rhythm. She sat up and bent down and she did it again, she kissed the head! It was my turn to explode. I had never cum so hard. I could feel each spurt start somewhere deep inside between my legs. Too many stimuli contributed to my explosion, not to mention that I had a steel hard erection for over an hour and a half at that point.
We resumed our eye to eye silent position again. I don’t have any idea how long we stayed that way. I could see a clock on the night stand behind her and it was past time for her to be headed home. We got up and helped each other dress. We retrieved our bathing suits and after a breathtaking tongue-dancing kiss she left.
She called later that evening and we talked about our experience for over an hour. We each had the most loving and sexually satisfying experience of our lives. We promised each other may more. She thanked me for keeping my promise to let her save her virginity. She admitted that if I had gone further she would have been powerless to stop me. I let her know that I was in this relationship for the long haul and I was not going to jeopardize that for a one time event. I know we both slept well that night.
The next day and every day until we had to go to school, we did our best to repeat that first day in bed. We did not bother with our suits after that. She would arrive at the estate and go to the guest house get out of her clothes and return to the lounges by the pool. I would finish what ever I was doing before going to the guest house to remove my clothes too. We both felt natural being nude with each other. I would get an immediate erection as soon as I saw her with or without clothes so being without the clothes did not change my arousal. We would touch each other at will and enjoy the freedom the lack of clothing afforded. We were both constantly aroused. During her period she would wear a bikini bottom and nothing else. After a short swim we would retire to the guest house and make love for at least an hour before she would have to leave. I learned how to get her off repeatedly through sucking her nipples and or oral clit stimulation. I was able to come at least twice in the same time. We continued to go out to dinner and the theater (or something similar) at least once a week. One day it rained and we snuck up the back stairway to my bed room. I guess the possibility of getting caught was added stimulation enough that we both came even harder than that first day in the guest house.
Summer was coming to an end as it inevitably would. I had too much fun in my high school years and I was enrolled in a first rate all boys’ preparatory school in New Hampshire for a “post graduate” senior year. No good college would have me otherwise. I continued with football and track; they did not have a wrestling team.
Nancy was to be a senior at an all girls’ preparatory school in Massachusetts. This was as much a finishing school as it was a high school. She was learning how to be a lady as well as the academics. Little did they know how she had spent her summer. Ha, I must have been a bad influence. Her sports were field hockey and softball.
We were over 300 miles apart. We wrote to each other often. I wish I had saved some of those love letters. They became quite torrid. We became very anxious, not to mention horny, waiting for the Thanksgiving break and the opportunity that it would afford to be physically intimate again. What it came down to was that we would only have Friday to be alone with each other. The rest of the time there would be her or my family expecting us to be with them. Plans had to be made to be alone!
Thanks dad for the 14 room house! We had little trouble getting to my bed room without anyone being the wiser. Everyone thought we had gone out when in truth we had come in. Once in my room we slowly undressed each other petting and kissing the whole time. By the time we were nude the lightest touch was causing her to breathe heavily. Her breasts were flush and firmer than they normally were. Her nipples darkened and stood upward, the better to be kissed. Her pussy lips were blushing and her slit was dripping wet. Her intoxicating aroma was filling my nostrils. I had pre-cum being extruded from my cock head. When she caressed my cock and began to stroke me I came almost immediately. Damn, I wanted to last longer. I kissed and then sucked her nipples. I was quickly rewarded with Nancy’s small but noticeable orgasm. After a short recuperation, we spent most of the day Friday bringing each other to multiple orgasms. Exhausted, we got dressed and snuck down the back stairs. I took her home with her virginity in tact. We both knew that we could not take much more of this intimacy without consummating our sexual desires.
After we got back to school her letters were frankly admitting that she was committed to giving her virginity to me. Her letters also contained a caution. She did not want to use any physical birth control. No diaphragm or prophylactics. Birth control pills were not yet available. So, we would be restricted to her most infertile days. Damn! We had talked about this before, but here it was in writing. Well, I loved her and everything about her. I had come this far and we certainly had been able to satisfy each other without intercourse, hadn’t we? Nope, we were both climbing the walls wanting consummation of what we had been building. Our love had only gotten better at each step along the way. Things sexually had only gotten better. This too would turn out for the better.
Our next face to face touching would have to wait for Nancy to come to my school to be my date at the winter carnival in early December. This was a big deal at the school. The school had no idea how big a deal it was for me. Nancy was going to be here for almost two days. Two days of being very controlled and chaperoned every moment. We would manage to be in control of our passions while expressing them to each other somehow. She arrived at about 10:00 AM on Saturday. Two of the boy’s dorms were turned over to the girls that came for the carnival. There were about 50 girls there for the dance on Saturday night. I took her to the dorm where she was assigned. She was back at my side in less than 30 minutes. Lunch was at noon so we just walked the campus and talked until then.
Lunch was soup and sandwiches. She was a stand out in this crowd as male and female heads turned as we entered the room. Having Nancy there made what would otherwise be a mundane meal special for me. I am sure that the other guys felt that their dates were special too. We sat with some of my football team mates and their dates. I introduced her to “Butch”, my room mate, who was the fullback. The team’s quarterback’s date was to be Nancy’s room mate. They seemed to be getting along well and that was helping to make Nancy feel more comfortable. I had known these guys for only a few months but did not know any of the other girls. The conversations were free flowing and friendly.
After lunch we wandered the campus looking at the ice sculptures that were in front of each dorm. It was cold and looking at ice sculptures did not help. We wound up in a small student lounge with hot chocolate. Between the chocolate and looking into her eyes, I was instantly warm again.
The dance was to start at about 7:00 after a dinner which was more formal than lunch; ties and jackets for the guys. At the dance it was “your best suit” for the guys. Nancy wore a dark blue dress with a bodice that allowed a view of the top of her breasts. I was hard for the entire dance. Nancy was selected from all of the young ladies present to be a member of the Carnival Queen’s Court. This was a strong statement of her beauty. The Queen was Nancy’s room mate and I am sure that the votes the Queen had received were as much a vote for the quarterback as it was for his date. I must acknowledge that I was very prejudiced. The dance was an opportunity to hold Nancy close and feel her warmth. We both confided that we were horny and turned on.
We, while dancing, made plans to fully consummate our sexual desires. In two weeks her school was having its Christmas dance. She knew that she would be in her least fertile period by then. Now it is really going to get better! I was to come to the town where her school was and stay in a motel nearby. We would attend the dance and she would try to get excused from her dorm to stay overnight with her parents and me after the dance. Oh shucks, her parents couldn’t make it. Shucky darn! The chaperones were doing their job and nothing more exciting than her feeling my hard cock and me feeling her breasts and mound while we danced happened before she left on Sunday. The letters were smoking and getting hotter over the next two weeks.
I arrived at the motel that Nancy had arranged in her surname so as to divert suspicion should anyone from the school check. It was a small comfortable room with a king sized bed. There was a smallish bathroom with a conventional tub shower. A night stand on either side of the bed and a small desk with a side chair was all that would fit. Notice that I put the most important piece of the furniture first. I got there at about 9:00 AM Saturday, unpacked and made my way to Nancy’s school arriving by 10:00 AM. I checked in and Nancy and her room mate, Joan, joined me in about 15 minutes. Joan was about Nancy’s height and only slightly heavier. Joan was a lightly tanned strawberry blond whose breasts were probably a strong “C.” Her date, Joe, was from her home town and also played football. We hit it off right away. The four of us walked around the school campus until lunch time.
You guessed it, soup and sandwiches. We sat with two other couples and the conversation was light as we got to know each other. The girls were on the field hockey team with Nancy and Joan. Nancy later told me that Joan and Jim had been together for the past year. Heavy on the “together.” While the other couples were attractive, Nancy and I along with Joan and Jim were obviously closer as couples. Lots of hand holding and other light touchy feely. I had driven my car from home. Nancy and Joan got permission to go to town and a movie for the afternoon. The four of us, in my car, went downtown to the only movie theater. Don’t ask, I don’t know what the movie was. There was lots of making out and some heavy petting.
When the movie was over, we had to get back to the school for dinner. I had worn a tie and a casual jacket so I did not have to go back to the motel to change for dinner. It was the same eight for dinner as for lunch. After dinner I did have to go to the motel to change into my best suit.
When I arrived at the school and the dance, Jim was already there. We waited for the girls who had arranged for the four of us to sit together. It was worth the wait. Both girls were stunning. It was a study in contrasts. Nancy with her naturally tanned complexion and Joan very fair but lightly tanned. Nancy with her dark to black short hair and Joan with below the shoulder length strawberry blond hair. Nancy in an off white dress with a low cut bodice and Joan in a kelly-green dress with a low cut bodice. The tops of four breasts were clearly visible. I was immediately hard, and unless Joe was dead, so was he. There was not a lot of sitting though after the girls got there.
We danced a lot, exchanged partners for a few dances. There was lots of quiet conversation between Nancy and Joan. I found out later that Joan had reserved a motel room for Jim at a different motel. The two girls, who had been friends and room mates for three years, knew what they wanted and how to get it. If I did not know better I would have said that Jim and I had been set up. How can two so willing participants be set up? What a way to go. By the time the dance was over, I considered Jim and Joan as friends. Nancy and I were so turned on that we dared not touch each other intimately for fear of an orgasm right then and there. When we left to go to the motel it was cold outside and that helped us to regain some control.
After we arrived at the motel room, it took all the will power I could muster to make love to her rather than ravaging her as my hormones were screaming. I managed to undress her slowly, undress myself quickly and join her on the bed for the lovemaking that I had had plenty of time to plan. I tried to duplicate, as nearly as possible, our first exploration of each other at the guest house. I took my time and she was begging for relief. I had kissed her all over. I finally put my thumbs between her pussy lips and gave her clit a now familiar open mouth kiss. Nancy had an orgasm that was not quite the equal of that first time but a close second. When she was sufficiently recovered she brought on my first ejaculation of the night by stroking me with her hands and a well placed kiss on my cock.
We lay there together in the after glow trying to regain our strength. I began to repeat the same pattern as before, kissing her all over ending at her pussy. I wanted anticipation to add to the climax I wanted for her. I had spent more than my usual time with her magnificent breasts and nipples. I observed that she had a constant flow of her fluid from her pussy. I avoided her clit. Her intoxicating aroma was filling my nostrils. My pre-cum was being extruded from my cock head. Her slit was actually dripping wet. I rolled over on my back and invited her to get on top. With her knees on either side of my hips, she placed my cock head at the entrance of her vagina. Staring wide eyed into my eyes she descended slowly until I felt her hymen. Suddenly, she sat down burying me deep inside her. A short gasp, then a sigh, and she lay herself down on my chest. What an exquisite feeling as her vagina pulsed on my cock. I was doing my nine times tables to keep from cuming. She had become so enraptured that we got past her hymen with minimal discomfort for her. I had promised her that she would be in control and she was. She just kept whispering “Thank you,” over and over.
We did not move for what seemed like five minutes. She began to move her mound against me and she had a spontaneous orgasm that caused me to go over the top and explode deep inside her. That caused her ongoing orgasm to intensify and her vagina to grip my cock like a velvet vise. As Nancy came down from her orgasm, her vagina released my now shrinking cock. As we separated, my cum began to leak out of her vagina and it was streaked with pink.
We lay side by side staring into each other’s eyes. I said, “I love you” and she said, “I love you” and we were quiet for the next 15 minutes. I had achieved what I wanted for her and I had already cum twice myself. I rolled her to her back and began to trace her every contour with a light touch of one hand while propping myself up on my elbow. I continued to stare into her eyes. I leaned forward and began kissing her mouth softly building to her favorite open mouth breathtaking, tongue-dancing kiss. I continued my light touching. She responded by reaching for my cock and stroked me to a new erection.
She sat up and did to me what I had done to her. She kissed me all over and it was incredible. She even sucked my nipples, another first. I was steel hard again by the time she kissed my cock head. After having cum twice already, I did not explode, I just got harder if that was possible. I firmly grasped her upper arms and lay her down on her back. I moved over her and she spread her legs and took my cock in one hand and positioned it at her vagina. I entered her slowly not knowing if she would be too sore. I told her to let me know if she got uncomfortable. Her only sounds were sighs and low moans. Slowly at first, I entered her completely and withdrew so that only my cock head was in her. Slowly, I picked up the pace. As I pistoned in and out in measured strokes, I made a point of contacting her mound and hopefully stimulating her clitoris on each inward thrust. After about 10 minutes of this she began to flush with signs of an impending orgasm. I supported myself on one stiff arm; hand at her shoulder and firmly twisted each of her nipples with the fingers of my other hand. She exploded with a breathless scream which drove me over the top. My third load of the night. Wow, this just got better than better.
After about 15 minutes of bathing in the afterglow, I told her that I was very thirsty. She said that she was too. I suggested that I would put some clothes on and get some pop, New England for soda, from the machine that I had seen at the end of the hall. That was when I realized that we had been enjoying each other for almost three hours that night. It was 2:35 AM Sunday. I put on my pants and a shirt with no underwear. I made sure I had the key and the ice bucket. I went out into the hall and to the machines. I got us two bottles each and ice to keep it cold. When I got back Nancy was in the bathroom. I suggested that maybe a shower would feel good and she would feel more refreshed. She agreed and started the shower.
I asked if she would mind if I joined her. She pulled the curtain aside and spread her arms in a welcome. I went to her and gave her a firm hug. Once under the water she reached for the wash cloth. I took it from her and threw it in the sink. I lathered my hands and began to wash her all over from the neck down. As I ran out of soap I would re-lather my hands a pick up where I left off. Her skin was very sensitive to my touch and I began to smell her aromatic sex fluid. I held open her pussy lips and let the water run through. She could hardly stand still. She took the soap and said that it was her turn. Talk about not being able to stand still! When she reached my cock and balls it was virtually impossible for me to stand still. After we rinsed, I turned off the water and we toweled each other dry.
We went into the bed room and got on the bed sitting cross legged facing each other. I was drinking her beauty as we satisfied our thirst. Sitting this way I could clearly see her most private parts; her wondrous interior pussy lips and her vagina. If I wasn’t hard before, I sure was now. However, we were both enjoying being able to be comfortably nude in front of each other. We talked about what had happened during the last three and a half hours. She said that it had exceeded her expectations and regretted not having done it during the summer. I told her that I did not think it would have been this good in the guest house. She needed to be very sure I was the one that she wanted to have her virginity. Without that, she would have never been able to give herself so absolutely. I told her that I felt both honored and felt a responsibility for her gift to me. I told her that I was happy that she was able to be in control when she lost her hymen. I expressed the desire to have her yet again tonight. I told her that I only knew one more position if she was up for it; doggie style. She wanted to know what that was. I described it and she rolled over on her knees and elbows.
I moved in behind her and spread her knees as wide as I could. I gently stroked her pussy from behind. I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs and licked her entire pussy slit for the first time. She moaned so I must have been doing something right. I removed my thumbs and caressed her inner thighs. She was dripping wet again. I rubbed my cock head through her slit wetting it thoroughly with her fluid. I felt my cock head enter her vagina. I hesitated for a second and then thrust all the way in one long stroke. I stopped there. She let out an almost breathless sigh. Nancy began to rock back and forth on her knees causing me to move in and out in about three inch strokes. I reached around her and with the fingers of my right hand I rubbed where her clit should be. I found it without much time passing. I reached around her other side and found the nipple of her left breast. Gently twisting the nipple and rubbing her clit I began to match her strokes against my cock. Now I was moving in and out at least five inches per stroke. Oh my, that felt good! In about 15 minutes she shivered and her vagina clinched my cock. Over the top I went one more time.
Her orgasm reached a new height as she felt my cum bathe her cervix. She collapsed her elbows and her shoulders were against the bed she was shivering and had her butt the air. She stayed there as my cock deflated and withdrew itself from her. I moved to her side and helped her lay down. We lay quietly for quite a while. Nancy rolled over on her side and her back was to my front. I later found out that this is called “spooning.” It felt wonderful to fit together this way, with my semi hard cock against her butt and both hands occupied on her breasts. I was sure we were going to sleep.
Wrong! In about five minutes she reached between her legs and pulled my cock between her legs and firmly held it against her pussy. I began to work on both of her nipples. She began to moan and started rocking against my cock. Slowly but surely I was getting hard again. She turned toward me and pushed me onto my back. Nancy rose up and straddled my hips. She held my cock vertical and sat down on it in one smooth stroke. I told her that I might not cum again this night but she should satisfy herself. She rode me with her hands on my shoulders and breasts just out of reach of my mouth but not my hands. There is no better view known to man. I cupped them both and began a slow circular motion with her nipples rubbing on each of my palms. She was rocking in such a manner to keep her mound in constant contact with me just above my cock. Her moans were getting louder and louder. Even her neck and upper chest was blushing now. She was close and I pinched both nipples and hung on to them. She shuddered again and collapsed on my chest as I ejaculated for the last time that night. We fell asleep with her on top of me and me inside of her at least for the moment.
I woke up at about 6:00 AM as the sky was getting light. I gently moved her off of me. Nancy did not wake up. I set the alarm for noon, loosened the top sheet and got back into bed pulling the top sheet over us. Can you imagine two teens that were so completely satisfied? We were both athletic, but could hardly move. We slept until noon, the alarm woke us. We reluctantly got up, showered together, and dressed. I took her to lunch at a local restaurant. Guess who was there? Yup, Joan and Jim. They motioned us over and we ate with them. Neither couple was willing to possibly embarrass the other by talking about our respective nights. I was sure that the girls would be sharing experiences later tonight before they went to sleep. When we finished, I took Nancy back to school.
I was already looking forward to the Christmas Break in ten days. The break would be for a little over two weeks. What I knew for sure was that it had been a significant time that I would never forget. I was sure Nancy would always remember too.