For full understanding of the background and history of my sexual experiences please read "Whip it Out." The letter "Broken" is not a necessity to read but gives the context as to why I decided to tell my experiences.
CHAPTER 1
Fall of 1982 in Southern Missouri. Leaves changing, schools' starting, it's basketball country.
I'm 18, and a senior in high school. Just had the greatest summer of my life.
Biology class has me sitting behind Amber. The only thing that keeps me from skipping.
How to describe Amber; 18, 5'2", full tits on a small frame. Brown hair & eyes. Tan from the outdoors. Face is imperfect yet magnetic. A talkative honey voice.
She'll be a state college girl not a D1. School teacher not an attorney. Knows what Boone & Crockett is.
Could make the centerfold of Hustler, Never Playboy.
I chatted her up from the first day just like mom suggested. It wasn't hard. Amber handles the conversations.
Dates down here mean ball games & beer kegs. Amber's my age and has been to a few parties, yet never had a steady. Boys' desires for her haven't been successful and we all know it.
We've been dating now about 2 weeks. I can't get enough of her and I think she feels the same way.
Everyday after the last bell she's at my truck door bumming a ride home. My adrenaline pumps the last hour of school.
I didn't rush her. My summers' experiences are paying off. We make out where possible. On the tailgate at a party or in her drive way.
She gave me her tits immediately and freely.
Her posture during our sessions, has not offered me 3rd base and I'm not gonna steal.
Her kisses and enthusiasm for me have me on the hook. I'm getting the sense bases are loaded and I'm coming up to bat.
Tomorrow night is our first away game. She cheers, I play, for our small class school.
I've offered to take her home after game.
Fortunately we won and are rewarded with getting to sit coed on the bus. What memories, making out on a bus. The odd fish is being able to see out the windows. Guys scramble all week trying to get a "ride home" date.
Our comfort level is allowing us to both play offense. The ride home became misery for both of us as we graduated to the next level.
Those cold vinyl truck seats cool us down, however offer the perfect opportunity to snuggle as I drive.
My alibi has been loaded and holstered all week.
"Have you seen that new John Deere 4 wheel drive? Mr. Johnson just got one. The only one around here," I comment as she's getting my Journey cassette tape going.
She giggles and leans back into me. "No, are they still green?" Her manner conveys that my cover is blown. Everyone knows Johnsons' field roads on the river are very busy at night. She doesn't balk so I stay on course.
Not a better smell than a dirt road at night. "A private place," mom said. We're there, I did my homework.
Amber's sweater comes off by her own hands. Mine search her bra for the clasp as she shrugs the straps not wanting to wait.
Feeling her bare skin unencumbered brings all possibilities to light.
What a rush it is, moving my hand to her breast knowing it is welcome and expected. They are more than a handful. Light brown areolas and nipples. Longer than moms' I notice.
Laying her down in the seat she spreads her legs out of practicality and I fall into her with a kiss and caress of the opposite breast.
Lowering my mouth to her right breast brings the knowledge I'm in uncharted territory and my cock is aware of it as well.
Licking and sucking on her nipple as she rubs my head and squirms under me is incredible.
On top brings responsibility.
How fast?
How slow?
What next?
I know what I want but does she?
Running my hands up her leg with a firm touch, knowing I'm going to be safe draws me back to her full lips with a kiss that is not tender, simply wanton.
Under her cheerleading skirt, resistance comes in the form of practical bottoms. Made tight and snug. Probably designed by some 80 year old bitch!!
Amber giggles, knowing I'm getting my butt kicked by a piece of elastic.
She raises her hips as I pull a side down and she quickly assists or risks injury.
I'm familiar with pussy. Met it this summer.
Amber's a natural. My weight on her left leg prevents movement but her right compensates by going high and wide without my direction.
The back of her thigh is my playing field.
Watching mom I know what she needs. Sliding down into her, my fingers don't' have to search, as contact is made. My fingers run a course through her folds creating that valley I've seen before.
Tugging on my first clit with workable knowledge brings gasps and a hip searching from her.
Amber squeals in my ear "That feels so good Jamie."
I continue my caress with small penetrations. Her flow is plentiful and as it covers my hands my selfishness returns.
My cock seeks satisfaction on her right thigh. Saved only by Levi Strauss.
I finally tear my left hand out of her and start the fumbling process on my belt.
Amber grabs my hand with a whispered "Jamie, I'm not ready."
What the FUCK! All we need is MEATLOAF playing and the night would be complete.
"I'm sorry Jamie, I like you so much" as she reaches up and pulls me back to her lips.
My summer education was definitely not completed.
Going back to the well has a dampening effect.
Sliding my palm on her pussy and the lack of her response brings the start of love.
"Is it ok Jamie? I'm sorry, I'm just scared." As she pulls me in.
"Yeah, It's ok"
"you're not mad are you?" as I raise up.
Looking at her, my hand finds her breast again and I respond squeezing it.
"No it's cool" as she raises up and puts her arms around me scooting completely onto my lap offering a make up kiss.
Where is this going to go? How long do I keep this up? I love kissing her but her ass on my cock does not offer a peaceful resolution.
She has to feel that fucker. I push up with my hips not holding anything back.
"Can I Just do you tonight?" she whispers into my lips.
Mom said I would have to ask. She was wrong about something finally.
Nodding and smiling my answer, I push her legs around thanking god justice is being done.
Amber was never a tease. Her mouth finds mine and her hand searches for my belt.
"I've never done this" as she starts on my zipper.
She's got guts and is practical as she yanks on my waistband of the jeans which I am an expert at removing.