I grew up as an Evangelical teenager - yes, with a capital "E". Church camps and regular services.
At one particular summer camp I met a group of girls including one who was visiting from across the state. Janell was a black girl - actually part Indian (American Indian) and also part Hispanic, very outgoing and very pretty. She was with a group of girls from her church - one that was affiliated with my denomination.
I had lost my virginity a few years ago (funny, using the word lost - it was more like I gave it up ever so willingly) but continued to struggle with the issues of suppression.
Anyway, after two years of college, I was trying to earn money as a house painter and traveling salesman with a multi-level startup. My business took me to the other side of the state with both endeavors.
While in this rural remote town I remembered that this is where Janell lived. I was able to track her down through another friend and decided to meet for dinner and a movie.
The pretenses of getting together were innocent in appearance, but I must admit that the adventure of being across the state, on my own and growing up added a bit more excitement to the proposition.
I drove my 68 Valiant over to her house to pick her up and WOW! Janell had matured into a most beautiful and charming woman! Dinner was quick and cheap (I think we hit a Taco Bell - one of the few fast food places in her town) and talked a bit about where to go.
It had been a hot day and I had been working hard out in the sun - but an evening at a drive in with Janell sounded like a perfect fit. Nervously, I suggested it and to my great excitement she agreed.
I don't remember the movie, some mindless 80's teenage flick probably but it didn't matter. Halfway through the movie I found Janell had sidled in the bench seat closer. My arm had been draped across the back of the seat and it came to rest on her shoulder.
Janell leaned closer to me and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing tenderly. I can still remember her soft lips and the contrast of her strong tongue as we began to French. Other girls I had made out with were more tentative and responsive. Janell was a true goer!
It wasn't long before the movie was completely forgotten and we were sideways - almost horizontal on the bench seat - arms and hands running up and down each other's flanks. Her hand came to rest on my buttocks - first time a girl (woman) had ever been so forward to stroke me there. I reciprocated and her hips slowly thrust towards me - grinding slowly.
Finally, I asked if I could touch her chest - no answer, just a nod and sigh. I casually pawed her breast over her light sweater - and eventually her hand grabbed mine and moved it inside on top of her bra.
She released my hands and began unbuttoning my shirt. Another first! In all of my previous sexual experiences I had been the initiator - Janell was truly turning me on! I kept massaging her chest through her bra and she finally sighed again and began lifting her sweater so that our midriffs could touch without clothes.