First Date, First Taste
[Memories from a distant time. A time before VCR's, cell phones, and computerized everything.]
The memories of that night are burned deeply into my brain. All it takes is a certain smell or taste to instantly transport me back in time; to my senior year of high school.
To be more precise, the last six weeks of high school. When my life would take a dramatic turn.
Some might say I was taken for a ride, or duped ... even brainwashed. But now, after all these years, I believe that it was merely a special set of circumstances and coincidences that would force me to see certain personal short comings while providing methods and motivations for compensating with these failings. Along the way I would discover the lengths I would go to fix what was broken and the sacrifices I was willing make for others.
You see, I had not been especially successful on the dating scene. As such, I had not dated many different girls. It's not that I didn't have friends or couldn't socialize with people. It was just that when it came to asking girls for a date I became shy, deeply fearing rejection. When I would finally get up the nerve to ask a girl and she agreed, then I would be falling all over myself to do anything to make her like me. In effect, smothering the relationship before one could even develop.
By mid-April of '79, I was 18 and had my own car. Almost instantly things started looking up. Now, the dates I did manage to get often ended-up at the local lover's lane.
There had been lots of kissing in my used 1974 Toyota Corona station wagon. A few of the girls had rubbed the front of my pants, fondling my hard-on while I massaged their bra encased breasts. Twice I had actually held a bare breast! But even though the stick shifter always proved to be an obstacle, none of these girls could be coaxed into my "Love Chamber": the back of the station wagon. Certainly, a better time could be had back there.
In hindsight, the fact that I had already folded down the back seat and so thoughtfully spread out a comforter may have come off as a little TOO obvious.
Anyway, things changed drastically when this girl named Ann agreed to a date. How I ever got brave enough to ask her out I still don't know. Ann was the most sought after girl in our senior class. She may have been a high school senior like me, but at four foot seven inches, she was also the shortest and cutest. She was my dream date: so beautiful and oh so sexy ... and surrounded by so many rumors. Plus, from the classes we shared I knew that she was smart. There was one other thing that caught my fancy: Ann had to have had about the flattest chest of ANY female in the school - even underclassmen. While most guys seem to have a thing for large breasts, I had often fantasized about touching and kissing Ann's tiny tits!
She had only been in the car ten minutes when my date informed me she was ready to do some necking. Man, this girl was totally different from the others. It was she who directed me down a hidden dirt road and she knew just where to park. Before the engine had even stopped turning she was in the back telling me to hurry and join her. Still a very horny virgin, I scrambled into the back of my car only to find myself with a girl hornier and more willing than even my wildest wet dream. Ann wasted little time on preliminaries; it didn't take long before hands were roaming. As we kissed she pushed one of my hands between her legs pulling up her mini skirt and steered it to the thicket of curly hairs that covered her otherwise naked pussy. [Finally!] I thought, [the Promised Land.] I was actually touching a real pussy. To this day I have no idea when she took off her panties. Maybe she hadn't been wearing any when I picked her up! All I knew was a couple of my fingers had found their way through the tangled hairs and were touching the damp folds of her vagina ... and I was loving it! My dick was so hard in my pants it hurt!
