Susie O'Connell tells me she is writing a journal and asked me to write something describing what "Trish" and I did after I met her. She said she wanted to have my perspective.
I guess an introduction is appropriate first. My name is Howard Duncan. I am 19 and am about to begin my second year at the local community college. I am preparing for a career in civil engineering and the community college is an inexpensive way to get my first couple of years of college.
I guess I have always been one of the "Geeks" at school. Even though I am about to be a sophomore in college I have never been on a real date. I guess I don't think I am very attractive, especially to girls. I am only 5 foot 7 and kind of skinny. My face is kind of elongated with what I think is a long, too thin, pointy nose. I have real trouble keeping my hair in place.
I Meet Susie
The story of my first real date begins the summer before my Senior year. Corey Daniels was the smartest kid in the senior class a year ahead of me. He was president of the math club and captain of the math team in his junior and senior years. He is now attending Caltech. In high school Corey was the most visible member of the "geeks" being around 6 feet tall and overweight.
Corey and I were pretty good friends in high school and our friendship continued because we are both involved with flying Radio controlled (RC) airplanes.
One day while Corey and I and a few other guys were looking at parts for a B-17 Radio Controlled model we were building, the most amazing girl came into the hobby shop looking for Corey. He went over to her, she grabbed his arm and they walked over to us. Her name is Susie O'Connell. She was going to be a freshman at the community college and is really pretty. Petite, with a slim figure, thinning perfectly at the waist. Small breasts and reasonable hips with brownish-red hair, light brown eyes and a spatter of freckles on a perfect face. She was the kind of girl you would usually find on the arm of the captain of the football team but there she was with Corey and holding on to him like he was the most important person in the world.
I didn't know how they got together but I guessed a girl like that would be a bit stuck-up even if she did admire the former captain of the math team instead of the captain of the football team. I was wrong. As Corey started introducing her to the guys, her eyes sparkled and she gave each of them a kiss as she pronounced their name. I could hardly wait for my turn!
She was smart and clever and really easy to talk to. It seemed that every time I said something to her she would give me a kiss along with her reply. And it didn't matter what I talked about. She even helped us decide on a part we had been arguing about buying. Then she came over and helped build the model. She helped in every way possible. She wired and screwed and glued. Most importantly, she helped us make decisions on what to do. She had good ideas and helped us pick the best idea. Everyone wanted a girl like Susie but there's only one and she was clearly Corey's.
Susie's Amazing Demonstration
One afternoon while we were working on the B-17 Susie made an astonishing offer. She proposed some kind of live female anatomy class with herself as the main exhibit. I wasn't sure she really meant what she seemed to be saying but without thought or hesitation I joined in the group who volunteered to attend.
I've seen naked women on the internet, who hasn't, and my share of diagrams of sex organs. But Susie, live, was not something I wanted to miss.
The "class" was held at Corey's father's estate in a small guest house. I guess I should mention that even though Corey isn't rich, his father is. His parents divorced some time ago and his mother has custody of Corey and his sister.
We gathered at the house and Susie and Corey went over to a large upholstered chair at one side of the room. Corey asked us all to sit on the floor and Susie began with a slow strip tease. As she removed each item of clothing she turned and sort of danced around among us so we could see everything she uncovered.
As she reached the point where she was wearing only her bra and panties, my penis was at its maximum size and was beginning to hurt in anticipation. She was a vision of loveliness. Her small, svelte body was everything feminine a man could desire. Her bra hid what were clearly round, though small breasts. She had a flat stomach and a nice round rear. She wore panties that fit right to the skin everywhere. I could see how her butt crack curved in from the two soft looking mounds. Her legs didn't quite come together at the crotch and left a gap of maybe an inch or so and I could see how her pussy lips protruded slightly filling her panties with a tender looking mound.
She peeled off her bra slowly. Her breasts were magnificent round mounds slightly larger than I could cup my hand around. Her aureoles were small and seemed to be one with her nipples. I couldn't tell where the base of the nipples began. Together they were conical, maybe an inch in diameter and protruded almost as far above her breast. As she moved around the room, she invited each of us to feel the mounds she had just exposed. She bent over each of us in turn and gave the sweetest kisses as her breasts were carressed.
My turn came. Her nipples were hard as rocks but rocks covered in the smoothest, warmest, softest covering. The breasts themselves almost fit into my cupped hands and were warm, soft, pliable and elastic mounds. Her moist and gentle kiss was the sweetest thing I had ever felt. My penis felt like it would tear out of my pants.
After making the rounds, she did a couple of pirouettes and pulled her panties down her legs and over her feet. She exposed a triangle of light golden brownish red hair. It would exactly match her head if it were a bit thicker. Through the light growth I could see a slit extending between two mounds of the softest looking flesh. She danced among us and then sat down in the large chair facing us. She raised her legs and bent them at the knees. Then she pulled them close to her and spread her legs as far as they could go. She allowed her body to slump in the chair.
I could see that the golden reddish-brown hair only went a short distance between her legs. The slit that started in front proceeded between the fleshy mounds all the way to her butt crack and merged with it. My penis wanted nothing other than to explore the slit between those fleshy mounds. My heart beat fast, my mouth was dry and my breathing shallow.
Corey went up and said something about labia majora and invited everyone to feel. I could barely stand but joined for a chance to feel those exquisite mounds. They were as soft and warm and yielding and smooth as I could have imagined. I am sure Susie made a slight moan of pleasure as I ran my finger along the slit from front to back yearning to feel what lay within.
Corey stepped up again and Susie reached around to hold the two soft mounds, separating them at the slit and exposing more within. Corey pointed out the small delicate labia minora and the urethra, and Susie's clitoris with its covering hood. Corey then pulled apart the labia minora to reveal the vaginal seat of pleasure and invited us all to come and feel yet again. As everyone came forward and felt I could see Susie was squirming slightly, not from discomfort but from the pleasure she was feeling as fingers probed her most intimate and sensual body parts.
She moaned slightly as I first touched her clitoris and felt the hardened small bead within, She moaned again as I lightly squeezed her labia minora between my thumb and finger. Then I inserted one, then two fingers inside her. She squirmed slightly in pleasure. It was extremely soft and moist inside. I could feel many folds of skin and when I pushed to the furthest depth of her vagina I felt a firm mound with slight indentation. I withdrew my fingers and smelled them. The smell was sweet but musty and the taste was slightly salty. I wondered if there was some way I could go the rest of my life without washing off this wonderful moisture. Meanwhile, I was sure my penis would explode. If it were to explode it wouldn't be any more painful.
Corey then went into a discussion of the 'G-spot'. He told us it was a rougher spot on the front vaginal wall that many women found sexually exciting. He inserted his finger and said that you could tell what excited a woman by watchin the woman's reaction. He said every woman was different and that Susie's eyes teared slightly as her G-spot was touched. He said other women flared nostrils or had a twinge at the edge of the mouth or any number of other reactions and that different women reacted best to different touches on different parts of their bodies. I have no idea how he knows this since I didn't think he had much experience with women. So far as I knew, Susie was his only girlfriend, ever.
He invited us to once again insert our fingers and see if we could locate her G-spot. With all the fingering I understood why Corey had insisted we wash our hands thoroughly before we started. When it was my turn I could easily feel the rougher spot but wasn't sure I detected the tears in Susie's eyes. I felt I needed to say something so I told her quietly, "Thank you for doing this. I hope you are enjoying it, I sure am."
