Author's Note: A somewhat fictional series recounting a time in the late 1970's into the 80's. All actors are adults!
It was late. It was always late with us, in Sue's bed, her parents sleeping on the level above us. We'd had a few close calls but the hormones always won. She'd been alternating between sucking my cock and taking breaks by deep kissing me as she stroked its saliva slicked length.
I'd never minded her kissing me after taking my cock into her mouth. Her lips pursed around my swollen dick, her tongue flicking along as she'd play with me, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. Sue wouldn't let me cum in her mouth though - not that I minded. And the taste of me on her lips, her tongue... It always just got me more aroused.
"Your old girlfriend told me something" she had whispered in my ear after we broke the latest kiss. Her small firm breasts against my arm, her fingers slowly, gently stroking my throbbing cock.
"Hmmmm. What?" I whispered back, turning my hand so I could finger her soaking wet pussy.
She sighed, continued. "She said she loves it when her boyfriend cums in her mouth. I want to try it."
I trembled, turned and kissed her hard. Her hand never stopped it's slow, teasing stroking.
We'd met in our last year of High School. It was Sue's ass that drew my attention, full and lush and atop the longest of legs. She was tall and her waist thin, and happily for me we hit it off immediately.
We dated, graduated, moving along the normal path of growing up in 70's suburbia. Neither of us sure of our careers we'd enrolled into community college and to save money we both lived at home and worked part time jobs. Kissing and hand holding slowly evolved into more passionate activities as we moved into early adulthood. And with those being the days before birth control being readily available, we were both very careful about not getting pregnant.
Sue kept reminding me she was a good girl. Kissing was fine but no touching at first. That logjam broke on a warm late summer night, in a stairwell under her parents back porch where we'd been kissing. Sue was wearing a sleeveless baggy sweatshirt with no bra, and my hands were on her back, her sides... but not her small breasts.
The following afternoon we were at her parent's house, watching some TV. They were gone, and as usual we were fooling around. Sue knew of my fascination with performing cunnilingus - at first, she thought it gross; "you have no idea how bad it smells!" she announced the first time we talked about it. That comment didn't deter me. And it must have gotten her thinking about it.