"The Rookie" is Part One of the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.
I was physically ready for the big show when I became a teenager, but not mentally. That took more than a few years. I was a late bloomer. The life of a baseball rookie is practice, practice, practice. Me too. My girlfriends and I didn't play paper dolls, we played make believe sex. Do you have any idea what slumber parties are really all about?
Her name was Melissa. My very best friend from grade school until she moved away when we were both sweet sixteen. We made it through Brownies, Girl Scouts and our first period together. We had our fingers in each other's tight pussy from the day our boobies began to bud. In junior high Melissa went from being called "the stick" to being revered as the "rack attack." And I measured each inch of her incredibly rapid progress with my mouth.
In our school there was sort of a black market in sex toys. Very expensive but well worth the investment. Melissa and I had a Loving Touch Vibrator which was 8" long and had a nice big head which was our favorite. But despite all the right equipment, our favorite activity was still licking each other right on the hot spot. There is something to be said for being able to feel and taste your best pal cum. The only experience we really were not able to simulate real well was sucking cock. But we watched plenty of movies, took notes and described to each other exactly what we would do.
I cried for weeks when Melissa moved away. And things just got worse. All my girlfriends had done the deed but not me. I felt like a leper. But I didn't lie about it. What's the point? I mean, you can tell, can't you? So I'm like an old maid, 18 years old, and the most I ever gave a guy was a little tit. Well, under extreme pressure, I did give several guys a hand job. There is only so much being drooled upon one can stand. A little jerking motion kept them off my ass at least for awhile. I don't know why they liked me doing it for them better than them doing it for themselves. Never in my car again though. Stains everywhere. I think guys should wear a condom even when they are getting jerked off.
Josh showed up at school the day after Christmas vacation in my senior year of high school. A transfer student. His mother had died several years before and his father was working for a major oil company and got sent to the middle east. So he came to live with his grandparents in my home town.
So naturally the only seat in homeroom is right behind me at the end of the second row. He totally ignores me. Well, I was no fashion plate most of the time. Baggy jeans, a flannel shirt and braided hair most of the time. After school I went to the beauty shop to get a new do and the next day I wore the tightest jeans I owned. You know, the kind that takes 15 minutes of wiggling and pulling to get into. I wore my tightest red sweater with no bra. When I looked at Josh the tips of my nipples got so erect I thought they were going to pop right through. He STILL ignored me.
The rumors were flying that Josh was some sort of incredible baseball player. Hey, he looked like an athlete to me and guess what indoor contact sport I had in mind. Fifteen minutes after he made his appearance in homeroom, I got up from my seat and told the teacher I was sick and was going to see my doctor. Which I did. I went to see my older sister, an intern at a local hospital. She had told me a hundred times to come and see her when I thought I was ready. You know, birth control pills.
Weeks passed. I go "goo goo" at Josh and he looks right past me. Well, he ignored all the other girls, too. I was beginning to wonder, was he ___? Then came Valentine's Day and I was in love. But nobody knew it, especially not the focus of my attention and the cause of my wet panties. Last class before lunch was calculus. So class ends and I'm in the cafeteria and I can't find my calc notebook. I go back to the classroom and open the door. Much to my surprise there is Josh. They didn't hear me. He and Mrs. Henry, the thirtysomething divorced teacher of calculus and certain other subjects that were difficult to swallow.
Talk about getting a heart on for Valentine's Day. She was sucking his cock. He was huge! She could only get about half of it in her mouth. I'm watching, I couldn't help it, and they didn't notice me. To make a long story short, he cums all over her face and she looks like a ghost. She turned my way to reach a box of tissues on her desk and she sees me and shrieks. I turned like five shades of red. Josh stared me right in the eye and winked. I started stammering and then just grabbed my notebook and ran out. I never said a word. I swear!
Another week passed and Josh kept right on ignoring me. But then one fateful morning in homeroom, he starts playing with my hair. Nobody notices. He gently massages my neck and shoulders with one hand. Chills are running up and down my spine. My lips are quivering and that isn't all that is pulsating. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything. I just pretended nothing was happening. So then we move on to classes and I got a couple hours to cool off.
I didn't see Josh again until lunch. He was brown bagging it. Stupid me, I said to him, "So what are you eating today?" You know, making conversation. He looked at me with those big brown bedroom eyes and said, "You, I hope." I fainted. I frigging fainted right there in the middle of the cafeteria.
