Chapter1: Two Virgins' First Time
I grew up in the typical small town USA. My family owned the largest business in town, so we had a love/hate relationship with the entire community. When business was booming, everyone loved my family. When things slowed down, we were the plaque of the earth.
My great-grandfather established the business in 1920. He just left the army after spending 8 years serving with his good friend General John Pershing. During the war, he realized that advancements in technology would ultimately be the deciding factor to deter future wars or to end wars. So, this ideology was the premise behind the company he created.
Because of his connections with top military decision makers and his 'get it done' mentality, he was awarded several military contracts and the business flourished. During the company's first few years, our patriarch realized quickly that greed was a powerful force and could transform his business into a weapon of mass destruction. As a result, he did not want his future generations to lose sight of why he chose this business.
To prevent this 'evil transformation' from occurring, he wanted each family member who chose to enter the business to join a branch of the military for a minimum of 8 years. His logic was simple. It was enough time to gain leadership skills and to see first hand the issues that technology could alleviate. Thus, when the family member returned, he or she would be able to meet the challenges of the next generation.
This approach worked well for our family. We maintained our small town values and we were able to supply good paying jobs to many people from our community while keeping our great nation's military strong. I would be the fourth generation to follow great-grand dad's steps if I chose this path.
I was a senior in high school. I had dark haired and was 6 feet, 2 inches and weighed 168 pounds. It was during the mid-eighties and I looked good sporting my killer mullet.
I was not a jock; nor was I geek at school. I considered myself a friend to everyone but kind of shy. As a result, I wasn't a big ladies' man and considered myself the luckiest guy in the world when Jill said she would be my girlfriend.
Jill was just 4 feet, 11 inches and weighed 89 pounds. She had the '80's big hair and proudly showed off her 20 inch rat tail. Her body had not quite developed into a woman's yet. Her figure was 30A-24-32. To me; however, she was the world.
We had always been friends. When we were in 3rd Grade, she and her parents moved into our neighborhood. She lived a mere four houses from ours.
During these early years, her interests were with Barbie Dolls and playing house. My interests were fishing or lining up the next sports game with my friends. It seemed I was always on the go and she was content to play with her dolls.
Our relationship changed when we started junior high. There were dances, clubs and other social functions that our parents forced us to attend. Usually, Jill and I were the ones left sitting on the chairs while our classmates were dancing. So finally out of desperation one night during the last dance, I asked Jill if she would like to dance. Neither one of us had moved from our chairs all night. Thankfully, she said yes.
Jill was the first girl I danced with in Junior High School. Not long after the dance, I got one of the famous notes (that I am sure are still popular today). One of Jill's girlfriends handed me the letter. It was from Jill and asked if I would like to "Go with her."
I was elated and quickly found her and said, "Yes!" We were inseparable from that point on. Jill was into art, so I took more art classes and joined the Art Club at school. (I never really cared about art; I just wanted to be near her.) She would go fishing and hang out with me even though she would rather do something else.
From the very beginning, she told me she promised her mother she would remain a virgin until she was at least 18. I whole heartedly agreed for two reasons. First, I wanted a girl friend; and second, I was brought up to respect my elders' wishes. (Apparently, her mother's first time ended with a pregnancy and she wanted Jill to be out of high school before having a kid.) At such a young age, sex wasn't real high on my list of priorities.
Jill had a strong morale fiber that I shared with her. In her mind, she promised her mother to avoid all sexual contact which meant no blow jobs, hand jobs or anything beyond kissing. However, as our relationship grew, this promise we made to each other was more and more difficult to honor. We used to joke that "We were masters of our domain." Translation: We masturbated as soon as we returned home from our dates.
When it was only a few weeks from Jill's eighteenth birthday, we began to make preparations for the BIG DAY. As luck would have it, Jill's birthday fell on a Friday night. Friday nights were huge in our small town for "BRIDGE NIGHT."
I checked the community calendar and my parent's were hosting that night. I knew from experience that the 24 couples that played took a minimum of four hours to play, eat and socialize. The only thing left was to talk Jill's parents into attending instead of taking her out.
Jill set the plan into motion when she told her mom she wanted to go to the Art Museum in the city. A new exhibit opened Saturday at noon. She told her parents they would take her and then stay over night in her favorite hotel.
Her parents could never say "No" to her. I knew from passed conversations with them; they were not big art fans themselves. No matter what Jill's interests were, her family was supportive and found ways to incorporate them with their activities.
Now that Jill's birthday request was made and accepted by her parents, we started planning our first time together. After a few days, the "we" became "she" as Jill told me she wanted to surprise me with the intimate details of the big night. I knew she wanted everything to be perfect. So, with my part in the planning done, I started the big count down.
Finally, the big day arrived! Jill's parents left the house and walked over to my parents' bridge party. As they knocked on the door, I greeted them and promptly headed over to Jill's. I was so excited; I caught my self running the short distance to her house.
When I arrived, Jill smiled since she had been watching me through the window, blindfolded me and led me into the house. I considered my self fortunate to lay my eyes on her before the blindfold covered them. Jill was stunning in her faded denim jacket with the Cyndi Lauper concert T-shirt I bought her and matching miniskirt. Her hair looked awesome in her favorite scrunchy and she had braided a pink ribbon in her rat tail.
I wished I would have been better dressed. Jill was beyond hot and I was wearing my Letter Jacket, 501 Jeans, and an old Motley Crew T-shirt with of course my untied Nike high-tops. When I saw her, I wished I would have worn my new parachute pants or at the very least my red polo shirt.
After teasing with gentle rubs, soft kisses and seductive whispers as she guided me through the house, Jill had me sit down. From the familiar feel of her mattress, I knew it was her bed. After some scurrying around the room, she slowly took off the blindfold. She had transformed her room into a tropical beach setting.
I heard a CD playing ocean sounds with gentle waves and the occasional sea gull calling. She had luau themed decorations throughout her room. To top it off, pink scarves covered each lamp on either side of her bed to 'add ambiance.'
We kissed each other slowly. Our passion increased and so did the intensity of our kisses. Before long, our plans of a slow passionate love making session were gone. Our hormones took over and we tore each others' clothes off.
We had waited nearly five years for this and we could no longer wait. Within fifteen seconds, we were both completely naked. I marveled at Jill's cute peach fuzz covered muff and her rock hard erect nipples extending nearly an inch on her self described 'man boobs.' I was transfixed soaking in the beauty of my girlfriend as my cock throbbed with lust.
Jill was far more aggressive. She quickly pushed me down on her bed and jumped onto me as we hungrily kissed with our tongues waging war with each others'. We were possessed and wanted to experience everything all at once.
Jill knew what she wanted. She grabbed my hard seven inch cock, barely able to encompass its girth with her tiny hands and aligned it with her virgin lips. She quickly attempted to mount my beast.
Her efforts were not rewarded. Although she was dripping wet with anticipation, my girth was too much for her and my cock darted toward her cute ass. She quickly lifted her body off mine and took both hands to spread her sweet lips.
She once again lowered onto my meaty girth. This time she slowly sunk onto my shaft until the bulbous head was pressed against her tight slit. She took a quick breath and lowered herself with the poise and confidence of a pro.
I had never felt anything like the moist, slick, tight channel that gripped my raging cock. The feelings were so unique I was about to shoot my creamy load. I tried to think of anything other than the tight embrace her sweet pussy had on my sensitive cock.
Jill stopped momentarily when my throbbing crown reached her hymen. We both felt the protective barrier. I already was in heaven. The tight grip she had around my cock head was unlike anything I had ever felt. Jill felt full but hungered for more.