Christopher and Valerie

My name is Valerie, and it was the summer of 1985 when I first met Christopher. I was a teenager in a newer neighbourhood, and had been living there for a couple of years when the new house around the corner finally sold and a new family moved in.

I had always been the oldest kid on the block, and was constantly looking for someone older to hang out with. "Please," I thought as I watched the moving truck unload furniture, "Please let someone my own age move in."

As it turned out, there were two kids in the family, Christopher and his sister, Anne. Christopher was my age, and his sister a couple years younger. How I met Anne I cannot quite recall, but I do remember when I first laid eyes on Chris.

It was summer, hot and humid, and I was with Anne heading over to their house to cool off in the sprinkler. Walking down the street, Anne spotted Chris in their driveway, "Come on Val, my brother is home and you haven't met him yet."

We arrived at the house, where Chris was in the driveway with another friend. I was quite shy at that age, but when Anne introduced us, I couldn't help but get a bit flustered and felt a warm tingle flood through me that I had never felt before. He had dark hair, with an uncontrollable cowlick on the front that I found incredibly adorable, piercing green eyes and a crooked grin that made me weak in the knees. Looking back years later, I realized that I never forgot that crooked grin.

As time went on, Anne and I became good friends, and I found myself always wanting to visit her house as that is where I had the best chance to bump into Chris. Being a friendly social guy, he would join us whenever he was home and whenever I saw him I could feel my heart flutter and that now familiar warm tingle would sweep through my body. I was too shy to do anything about it and would not realize until a couple of years later that he could be feeling the same way.

Then the day came when he asked me to go out on a date.

I was so surprised. We were both 18 by now, but still in high school, and having had a secret crush on him for so long, I had no idea that he was interested in me. I had certainly never told anyone about my feelings for him and was taken aback when he asked me to go out with him. Just us, no friends or sisters, a real date. There was no answer I could give except to say yes, and I remember lying in bed that night thinking about him. Nervous, excited, and a bit scared, I couldn't wait and could hardly contain myself.

The day of our date, I was on pins and needles. I spent hours getting ready, trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Skirt or pants? I looked at the mound of discarded clothes on my bed and decided on loose fitting casual pants that I knew made my muscular legs look good. A sweater that emphasized my perky C cup breasts, brought out my piercing blue eyes and accentuated my long blonde hair. Time was running out and as I put the finishing touches on myself, I heard the doorbell ring.

I heard my Dad's voice as he opened the front door, and as he called out my name, I took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath to calm my nerves and went downstairs to see Chris standing there waiting for me, greeting me with a big smile and an undeniable twinkle in his eye.

We walked down the street, on our way to the movie theatre. My body was on fire, I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Our conversation was a blur, I think just nervous teenaged small talk and I will never be able to recall which movie we saw. We sat in our seats waiting for the lights to dim. The movie started and I was still a bundle of nerves, desperately hoping he would not notice.

In the darkened theatre, in the flickering light of the big screen, I kept sneaking glances at him out of the corner of my eye. He may have caught me a few times, and I couldn't help but wonder if anything would happen. Would he try to put his arm around me? Hold my hand? In my teenage innocence I didn't know what to expect, and then it happened.

Finally, he made a move. When my eyes were on the screen, he took my hand in his. A simple gesture, but it had an immediate effect on me. His grasp was gentle but firm, his hand enveloping mine with a gentle squeeze. I glanced over at him, his face glowing in the movie light, gave a small smile, and returned his grasp.

Never in my life had I felt electricity run through my body like it did at that moment. It was like time stood still. Every nerve ending from the top of my head to the tips of my toes was tingling, my face flushed with a combination of excitement and anticipation, my nipples were hard and my crotch had a significant throbbing heartbeat. He didn't let go for the rest of the movie, and I didn't want him to.

Walking home from the theatre, neither of us wanted the evening to end. His hand still grasping mine, we walked slowly up and down my street numerous times, not turning into the driveway, but chatting and holding hands. I was wondering if he would kiss me, hoping he would, imagining his lips on mine, but frightened at the thought as well. Little did I know that our sweet innocence was about to be somewhat shattered.

We finally walked up my driveway, but we did not go to the front door. I took him to the side door where it was dark, as I didn't want my parents to know we were home. In the darkness of the porch, he turned his body to face mine. As I gazed into his eyes, bathed in moonlight, I did not want the night to end. He leaned in closer, and I could feel his warm breath on my face. I was tingling with anticipation right to the core of my body, and could not take my eyes off his sensuous lips.

He leaned in closer, my body was ready for him, my lips full and open slightly, then his lips found mine. The kiss was gentle at first, and I responded to any movement his lips made. His kiss became firmer, my breath started to quicken and my heart pounded in my chest. When I felt his lips open, I welcomed the soft warm feel of his tongue on mine.

Every movement he made caused my breath to catch slightly. Gentle at first, we explored each other's lips and tongues with increasing fervor. I felt his hands on my waist, clutching me firmer with each passing of our tongues. Quickly our kiss turned from innocent to passionate, my knees started to buckle with intense pleasure, but under his firm embrace I remained standing, although barely.

Our bodies were pressed together while we embraced, and I could feel every inch of him against me. I felt his cock hard against my thigh, and this raised my awareness of what was happening. I had never experienced this before, but I liked the feel of it and quickly learned that when I rubbed my thigh against it, Chris would kiss me harder and deeper than before.

I felt his strong hands move to the front of my sweater, felt him fondling my heaving ample breasts. The feeling was incredible and I knew I wanted more. When his hand moved under my clothes and touched my bare skin, it was like a bolt of lightning ran through my spine and down into my now wet pussy. I felt my breath catch again, and ever the gentleman, he asked if I was ok. I said a breathless "yes" and kissed him again.

Feeling bold, spurned on by Chris's firm grasp on me, I rubbed my fingers gently along the bulge in his pants. Whenever I touched him he would moan and I would press my hand firmer on his hard cock, rubbing my hands up and down its length, wanting more but not quite daring to go any further.

Our embrace was now hot and heavy, our tongues entwined, deep within each others mouths, Chris's hand under my sweater, slowly but firmly making its way to the waistline of my pants. As his tongue pressed further into mine, I struggled to suppress a moan of pleasure, and felt his hand slip down the front of my pants to the wetness waiting below.

The anticipation of what was about to happen and the risk of getting caught at the side of the house was almost unbearable, and I was overwhelmed with a wealth of emotions. But I didn't stop him. I liked the feel of him on me, the fire burning in my body was spurned on by his breath, his touch and his lips. Slowly, looking into my eyes, he slipped his hand between my legs. When I didn't move away, we kissed again, more passionately than before, as his fingers explored my pussy.

I could feel his fingers in a place where nobody had ever touched me before. With every movement he made, his fingers moved further into me, where he found my clit. An explosion of pleasure ripped through my body as he found it, and I opened my legs a bit wider to grant him more access. He slowly stroked my clit and once I opened my legs a bit more, he found my wetness.

When his fingertips entered me, we both moaned. I had never experienced anything that felt this good before. He moved in and out of me, making me wetter with each second, first one finger, then two. He moved them deeper into me, in and out, rubbing my clit at the same time, getting me as wet and excited as I have ever been in my life.

When we finally broke free from our embrace, we were both flushed, excited and wanting to go further but not quite daring to take that step. Having already broken curfew, we said good night, though very reluctantly. I watched him walk away, not wanting the night to end, trying to compose myself before anyone else saw me, and fell asleep that night with a smile on my face and a glow in my heart.

Even now, this many years later, I have to admit that first date with Chris would go down in my memory as the best first date I ever had, and is to this day the most memorable.