"Do you remember your first time?" Margie asked me.
I choked as I tried to swallow a mouthful of sweet milk and look up from her heavy dark nippled breast. Her milk dribbled down my chin as I asked her "My first time, or ours?"
"Yours. Tell me about the first time you had sex with a girl."
"You pick the damndest times to ask questions. I was busy, ya know." I bent my head back to her dripping nipple, squeezing her swollen breast to re-start the flow. I sucked for a bit, and squeezed her other breast, trying to send a stream of milk into the flowerpot by the window.
"Stop that, Bob. I'm serious." Margie pulled my hand down and rolled her naked body onto her tummy, her firm ass coming around for play. I squeezed her cheeks gently as I considered an answer. I got up and straddled her legs, my dick riding the crack of her ass, and as I massaged her back I told her the story of Lee Anne.
"I didn't get laid until my senior year in high school. It's not that I didn't want to, but I was I was a bit of a geek and shy, too. I was busy with other things, and didn't spend a lot of time socializing. It was still winter, and I rode the bus every day. This one girl, Lee Anne, started sitting next to me every day, and we'd sit behind the bus driver, who I think was called Al, and the three of us would talk.
"Now, I knew Lee Anne's sister, because my younger neighbor Timmy was giving her a regular shagging, something he wouldn't stop bragging about. So when Lee Anne started putting her hand on my thigh during the ride home I definitely became more interested in her body than in her mind. And she did have a nice body, slender with small tits and a nice ass. Almost as nice as this one here," and I slapped Margie's ass with loud smack.
Ignoring the sudden "ow!", I resumed my story. "My stop was the next to last for the bus, and Lee Anne's was the last stop. Sometimes she would get off with me, and I'd walk her home, and sometimes I'd ride with her to the end, and walk back. I'd started putting my arm around her when we walked to her house, and I'd kiss her good-bye. I couldn't go in with her, because her mom was a psychotic bitch that hated teenage boys. I always walked home with a painful hard-on, which I often made better in a trip to the bathroom as I fantasized about her body.
"One day, Lee Anne asked me to ride the bus to her house, so I did. She was in the aisle seat, and she didn't move to get up when the bus stopped. The other three kids filed off the bus, and we sat there, alone with the driver. Al looked back at me in his mirror. 'Lee Anne tells me you two need someplace private,' he says to me.
"I looked at Lee Anne, startled. She grinned at me and elbowed me in the ribs.
" 'Uh..um..yeah, I guess we do,' I stammered. What the hell was she doing talking to this old guy about that for. He was at least thirty. 'Why?'