Chapter 1 - My Early Sex Life
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I had sex for the first time with Steve, the older brother of one of my girlfriends. Fortunately for me, he was much more experienced than most boys I knew and I can honestly say my first time was wonderful. Yet it was how he treated AFTER my first time that demonstrated how great a guy he was. It would've been easy for a hunk like Steve to take advantage of the curiosity and budding sexuality of an eighteen year-old girl to get another notch in his belt and then dump me once the novelty wore off. Instead, for the rest of the summer and thru the following winter he fucked me whenever I wanted it.
Maybe it had something to do with him being my "first", but in any case Steve was the only one I had sex with until his mom was transferred out of state. Looking back though, it was probably the best thing for me as once Steve was gone I came to realize that I wasn't so much "in love" with him as infatuated with having sex with him. It was more about how he made me feel, both physically and emotionally than drew me to him, not romance.
After Steve, I started dating a bunch of guys, mostly just doing blowjobs but having enough sex to keep satisfied without acquiring TOO bad of a reputation in the process. Even though I was horny as hell and I seemed to be masturbated constantly (at least, that's what my mom told me), I didn't have sex with most of them, maybe out of fear of comparing them with Steve. There were a few exceptions, such as when an "unusual" opportunity would arise that I just couldn't pass up. For example, I did a forty five year-old married guy from my dad's office which was pretty wild.
Now it was the summer after my freshman year of college and I was enjoying myself the way most college girls do - flirting and dating boys. Since the end of my freshman year, I'd been dated John almost exclusively. We had been going to the same church all our lives and although I'd caught him staring at my legs and boobs several times, he never showed any special interest in me while I was dating Steve.
Then out of the blue, with only a few weeks of college left, John asked me to help him with some homework. Given the way he was eyeing my boobs when he asked, I felt it safe to assume that John was interested in more than my 4.0 grade point average. Maybe my growing reputation caused him to need some time to work up the courage. In any case, it turned out I was totally correct about his true intentions. To make a long story short, I left our first "homework" session with the pleasant aftertaste of cum in my mouth.
Once the initial dating rituals had been satisfied, we dropped the "homework" excuse and started more serious dating. Don't get me wrong, neither of us was looking for anything romantic, we both wanted the same thing - sex!. On our first date we were already doing it in the backseat of his parent's car and it certainly wasn't our last time! Most of the time we did it either in his car or my bedroom, but we were always looking for any opportunity for a bit of extra excitement.
One problem with growing up in Pittsburgh, you're a long way from the beach! Fortunately for me, my parents own a ski boat and we love to spend weekends driving to West Virginia where several state parks have large lakes. The one we like the best also has a beach area but I rarely go there. You could only see a few inches through the lake water which is OK so far as skiing goes but sort of gross to swim in. Even so, sometimes I would go to lay out in the sun and see what attention I could get from the bored fathers so it wasn't a total waste of sand!
Chapter 2 - Preparing for a Date With John
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It was a Friday night and I was in my bedroom getting ready for another night out with John. He didn't have anything special planned, just a movie and maybe some dessert afterwards. Looking in my mirror, I smiled as I imagined what was ahead of me. My denim skirt was tight and short, just like I knew John liked them. It hugged my hips tight and then flared out with a ruffle at the bottom to make it more girlish rather than slutty. Barely concealed was a pair of simple white cotton panties. Under my white tank top was a black tube top which was clearly visible. My hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail and I had just the minimum makeup on. A pair of pink sneakers finished off the ensemble.
Actually, each piece had been selected with a specific motive in mind. The skirt, of course, was for easy access. I learned early on that trying to get a pair of jeans off in a theater could be quite a challenge! The white panties were for John's sake - lending that "innocent girl" image to me that was enhanced by the pony tail and light makeup. I could have easily gone braless under the tank top, letting my nipples show through instead of the tube top. Instead, the tube top lent a little bit naughtiness to the look, clearly visible yet saying he had to work a bit if he wanted my boobs. The sneakers were actually functional in that it was a lot easier to squat down in front of him in the theater with those than it would have been with heels (like I would ever touch my knees to those filthy floors!).
Suddenly I felt a tingle in my pussy as I imagined John's fingers pressing up against my panties, then moving them aside to explore my wet pussy. I closed my eyes and stood there with my hand pressed up against my crotch, feeling the warmth that was building up. Although I'd already masturbated earlier this morning, it had still been a few days since John had fucked me last and I was feeling a bit anxious. As much as I loved touching myself, nothing beats the feel of a real dick inside of you. Several of my friends were still virgins and I often marveled at how they could deny themselves. If I regretted anything it was that I waited as long as I had!
With a half hour or so until John was due, I figured why waste the time so I got on top of my bed and laid back against my pillow. Soon my hand was back between my smooth legs and rubbing my clit through my panties. Then I realized how silly I was being - John wasn't here so the heck with the stupid panties! I pulled them down to my ankles and let my knees spread apart. My fingers moved through my pubic hair, spreading it apart to reach my clit and pussy slit. For the next ten or fifteen minutes, I played with myself, imagining it was John touching me, licking me, even fucking me. God it felt so good!
When I finally came, I plunged my fingers into me as far as I could reach, remembering how good it felt the last time John had fucked me and driven his swollen dick into me as far as he could when he came. John loved that I let him fuck me without a condom. He claimed I was the first girl he had ever actually cum inside of as all the rest of them made him wear a condom. When people discuss the pros and cons of condoms, the conversation seems to always dwell on the guy such as the loss of sensation. How come nobody cares about the girl? When a guy cums in a rubber he may as well not cum at all so far as the girl is concerned. I want to feel his sperm spew into me, feel the gentle warmth as he fills me with his hot cum. John loved it as well and so he came in my pussy most of the time with the only exceptions being when I was blowing him somewhere where he couldn't fuck me.
As I laid there with my heart pounding, the afterglow of my orgasm still burning inside of me, I became aware of what else was going on around me. Our house is fairly old with hardwood floors that squeak if so much as a mouse runs across them it seems. I could have sworn someone was in the hallway. My bedroom door was wide open, as it usually was, so I called out to find out who was out there.
"Someone out there?"
I expected it to me my mom so I was a bit surprised when my dad poked his head around the corner.
"Just me baby," he said with a smile. "I take it you're going out with John tonight?"
I nodded and he just shook his head and laughed softly.
"And you couldn't wait another thirty minutes?"
"Dad!!" I protested, trying to sound innocent but obviously caught with my panties down - literally.
It wasn't like he had never seen me nude or masturbating before. Now don't get me wrong, I don't run around the house nude or put on masturbation shows for my dad, but at the same time I don't hide it when I do it either. The same went for my parents. Although I have never seen them actually having sex, masturbation isn't something they hide and nudity, when appropriate, is OK.
"You know, I don't understand why you don't just spend the evening here. I would think your bed has got to be a LOT more comfortable than wherever you're going to be doing it tonight."
"John still gets nervous about it Dad," I tried to explain. "God, if he knew you watched us sometimes I think he would shrivel up and never get hard again!"
We both laughed and he came in to give me a quick hug. Actually, it made me feel secure to have sex with my parents home. At least I knew nothing bad was going to happen to me with my dad surreptitiously checking in now and then.
"Don't forget your panties!" he teased me as he left my room.
I just pretended to be shocked that he would even suggest such a thing which just made him laugh all the more at me. Actually, he was right and so I pulled them back up and then got out of bed to check myself again in the mirror after my little bit of self-indulgence.
Chapter 3 - Sex in the Parking Lot
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John soon picked me up and we had a great night. The theater was pretty full which somewhat limited what I could do to him. In the end, he had to settle for just a hand job as it would've been all but impossible to get down and suck him without drawing undue attention to us. Not that he complained! John groped me the entire movie as much as he could get away with and by the time the movie was over my pussy was soaking wet with the anticipation of his dick in it. Once the movie was over, no sooner were we back in his car than I was leaning over for his zipper with the intent of attacking his cock right then and there.
"Whoa!" John exclaimed, "I guess somebody's horny as hell."
"Oh just shut up," I muttered, trying to get his zipper down but for some reason having a heck of a time getting it started.
"Why don't we get in the back so that console's not in your way?" he offered.
I was getting frustrated with his zipper and lack of help as well so I just huffed and threw the door open, almost hitting some poor woman walking her kids back to their car. I smiled at her and apologized and as soon as she turned away I opened the rear door and hopped in, all ready to go. John was close behind, entering from the other side and closing his door behind him.
"Take those damn jeans off," I demanded, "God, I've never had so much trouble with a guy's zipper before!"
John just grinned at me, apparently amused for some reason at my frustration. My pussy was killing me! It needed some attention and soon. Meanwhile, John had pulled his jeans off along with his underwear and was sitting back in the seat with just his shirt on which, for the moment at least, was covering his dick from view. The lighting was poor where John had parked, which I doubted was just a coincidence on his part, but I could see enough to reach over and grab his cock under his shirt tails. I was pleased to find him hard and ready to go!
"God, I've been wanting to suck this all night," I murmured as I leaned over and took the head in my mouth. John immediately let out a slight groan and I knew he had been wanting the same thing.
