People often reminisce about their first sexual experience. My very first sexual experience was not the one I harken back to when I need inspiration for pleasuring myself. No. I close my eyes and conjure memories of the first man that showed me what sex SHOULD be. I had sexual encounters before him, but each left me wondering what the big deal was. But, he changed all that.
We had been platonic friends in high school, he several years ahead of me. I remember watching his confident swag and his easy smile. He was kind in a way that few high school boys are. I remember watching him lick his full lips making my pussy flood. I suppose, even before I consciously knew what pleasures a mouth like that was capable of giving, my body always knew. And, what a body it was. I was a cheerleader and built like one. Strong legs, fat ass, size D cups. All that coupled with being brilliant and having lips created for sucking dick. It would take me years to give myself permission to use my mouth to please a man, but I was a quick study.
The summer after I graduated I was preparing to head down south for college. Basically, counting the days until I was free, going from one party to the next. I found myself hemmed up by some foul mouthed boy I kept telling I had a man. I was beginning to get a little frightened when a strong arm grabbed me by my waist, covered my eyes and breathed, "guess who" into my ear. His lips brushed my ear as he spoke and sent a wave of lust down my body. I didn't catch the voice at first, but knew it was familiar and safe. I turned around to see him. The last vestiges of boyhood were gone as I looked up at his broad shoulders and strong arms. He leaned in and gave me a kiss I still dream about. The feeling of his tongue inside my mouth, hot and wet, made my knees weak. Then he said, "I been looking everywhere for you, baby. Let's go." He gave me a wink, grabbed my hand, lead me away and completed the perfect rescue. We walked to his car and that was the beginning of my sexual awakening.