I must have done it to myself no less than 30 times during the week following the incident.
My friend Mary had insisted that I help her shave her privates so she could wear her new bikini to the beach for Spring Break.
Well, my Daddy taught me to never turn down a lady so I did it, even though my heart was in my throat and my face was flushed the whole time.
My face wasn't the only thing that was flushed, too.
Then Mary had spotted the miserable state I was in and matter of factly jerked my pants down and put her mouth on me.
My very first sexual experience that didn't involve my own hand.
Well, there was that one time with Bonnie, the daughter of one of our neighbors. We had sneaked up into the haymow to smoke a cigarette. That by itself would have gotten my fanny blistered if my Dad had caught me.
But Bonnie and I got to fooling around, somehow my pecker got out of my pants and Bonnie had her hand on it.
Suddenly she went, "Oh yuck!" and started wiping her hand on the hay beside us. Then she took off running.
My big first sexual experience, at least I think it was one.
Mary had hinted that maybe, just maybe I would get her virginity, too. Big surprise to me, after all, she had 3 years of college by then and I just assumed? After all, girls usually didn't need any money to date. The total amount I had to spare for dates was..well..zero.
But her hinting didn't help cool me down one danged bit, by the next week I found I could no longer whack off, my poor thing was all red and sore.
That vision of Mary laying on her back, her eyes squeezed shut, legs spread wide just set me off.
Sex? With Mary? I know, this will sound strange but the thought never even entered my mind until then.
Mary was just....well, Mary. My friend, we grew up together from babies sharing a crib as our Moms and Dads worked the farms to young pre-teenagers splashing in the nearby creek, naked without a thought about it.
That all ended when she became a woman, I became a man less than a year later. Well, I was twelve but that's the term my Dad used.
I am sure that my Mom thought Mary and I were destined to be together, she even kept a photo of the two of us as babies, sleeping contentedly curled up together. Mom loved that picture, we were sucking each other's fingers.
But we never even really dated, the idea didn't register with me. We went places together, but that was just the way it always was.
College finally split us up, for awhile I was lost with no one to talk to, no one to be with that simply...belonged there?
But I managed, got good grades, then suddenly there she was!
The slightly fat and soft little girl I knew was now sleek and lithe. I still didn't have any thoughts about her as a sex partner or anything like that, she was still just Mary.
Until that day. I shampooed her crotch and carefully shaved her, as close to womanhood as I had ever gotten in my entire life.
Now she wasn't just "Mary" anymore, she was the complete and total object of every fantasy I ever had from then on.
I actually ran all the way to the bus stop to meet her for the trip to the coast. Mary was waiting with the tickets, she had spent some of the $600 she inherited from her grandmother, and paid for a tiny seashore motel room for the two of us to share.
No point in asking me for any money, I didn't have any and she knew that. Usually she didn't have any, either.
We sat quietly together on the bus trip to the coast, I was sure my breath was bad or something. I had brushed my teeth until I saw spots of blood and showered until the water ran cold.
The motel room was tiny, that is an understatement. There was one bed, a TV set, a tiny table and a chair.
"Who gets the bed?" Was about the first thing out of my mouth.
"Oh, we can take turns, the party will go on all night." Mary answered matter of factly.
We unpacked and headed off down the street towards the famous turnaround, looking at all the sights.
Young people were everywhere, it was one of those balmy warm days, even down by the beach the breeze off the ocean was just slightly cool.
Mary was wearing a light green T-shirt and a pair of white shorts, the T-shirt was cut off baring her navel. I had on a Tan T-shirt and blue jeans, my normal state of dress.
It didn't take long to see what sights there was to see, so we headed on down the beach to where young people were splashing in the cold water, throwing frisbees. Portable radios were blaring, tuned to several different stations or recordings, all competing for attention.
A few young women were basking in the attentions of some rather rippled looking guys. I peeled off my outer clothes to just my boxer type bathing suit.
I knew I looked pretty ripped myself, my running on the track team combined with weight lifting kept me in good shape.
I saw Mary out of the corner of my eye hesitate and seem to take a deep breath.
I realized she was nervous, her suit wasn't much more than three pieces of napkin and some yarn.
But she pulled the T-shirt over her head, adjusted the top which of course was already out of place. Then she slipped the shorts off.
I think she expected instant attention, nobody even looked at her. Several of the other girls were wearing similar outfits, a couple were already sans tops, baring their nipples to the sun.
I spotted a beach vollyball game and injected myself into it. In no time I was sweating, the game was fierce.
After perhaps a half hour of that, I noticed Mary sitting on the sidelines watching, sipping on a beer. Another girl I didn't know was sitting topless beside her. I excused myself and wandered over, thinking a cold beer would taste good.
Mary pulled a beer out of a cooler sitting between them as I approached, handed it to me.
"Thanks!" I said.
"This is Kathy, she is in my economics class." Mary said for introductions.
"Dan." I nodded at her.
My eyes dropped to her breasts, try as I might to not stare. Kathy was full busted, she looked a bit like some enhancement had been done, it was hard to tell if so. A natural redhead, she had delightful freckles all over her breasts, hair with every possible color swept over her bare shoulders.
Catching my look, she pulled her shoulders back, lifting her bust, making them look..perky?
Younger women tend to look a little perky anyway.
"Yum yum!" Kathy said, looking me up and down boldly, making me blush.
This got a dark sideways look from Mary, I noticed.
We sat and chatted for a long time, Kathy made a point of turning this way and that, delighting in my inability to keep from looking at her. A couple of times she even reached over her shoulder for something, letting her legs fall open exposing her crotch barely covered by the thin cloth.
Of course this made me develop a raging hardon, I tried to keep turned so it showed as little as possible.
The dark looks from Mary increased in intensity.
Finally she jumped up.
"Let's go eat, I'm hungry!"
I got up rather reluctantly. I had been basking in the attention, something I wasn't used to.
But knowing if I expected to eat anything at all then Mary called the shots since I didn't have a dime, I went with her.
"Did you get your jollies staring at her tits?" Mary hissed at me when we were out of earshot.
I was clever enough to not say anything.
"I saw you sitting there with a woodie staring at her crotch."
"I wasn't..." I started to protest.
Well, yes I was.
"Asshole!" Mary took off running across the sand.