Everybody remembers their first time. Losing one's virginity is a milestone in anyone's life. Sometimes the memory is pleasant, and sometimes not so much. Either way, it isn't likely to be forgotten. I won't say I remember my first time like it was yesterday, because, frankly, many of the details have faded over time, but I do, however, remember enough of it to smile warmly when it comes to mind.
I've been telling the story of my first time around campfires and drunken parties for years. Well, when the conversation turns to sex, that is. I don't just jump in with, "Hey, everybody! Want to hear how I lost my virginity?" I usually wait till other people have lied or exaggerated first about their own sexual experiments and experiences.
Unlike a lot of my friends, I didn't have sex until after I'd graduated from high school. Doesn't mean I didn't try. I just didn't manage it till after graduation. I was always envious of my friends who were "getting some" in school. Had I known then what I was missing, I probably would have tried harder to get laid. My best friend, Eddie was getting it on a regular basis from his girlfriend when he was a senior. He almost always got laid on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes even through the week, after school. Just depended on what his girlfriend's plans were.
The three of us; Eddie, Marie, and me, spent a lot of time with each other, and there were many times when Eddi and Marie would make out in front of me, making me wonder if maybe they were budding exhibitionists. I remember one time when Eddie grabbed a handful of breast when they were making out on my couch, and he asked me, "Doesn't Marie have the best tits you've ever seen?" True, they were nice , probably D cups, but I never did get to see them uncovered. Not only did Eddie have no qualms about fondling Marie in front of me, but he confessed later that he'd tried many times to talk her into having a threesome with me. It never happened, but she DID tease him sometimes about the possibility of doing me without him. Eddie didn't like that idea. She never did try to seduce me, though. I think Eddie didn't like her teasing him about doing me, because he knew I probably would have taken her up on her offer. She WAS cute. In fact, she and I even went out a couple of times after they'd stopped dating, but nothing ever happened between us. We were never anything more than friends.
I did have a casual girlfriend part of my senior year, and for a short while after graduation, but we really didn't see much of each other. Kerry was the athletic type, very into her softball team, and just didn't make much time for dating. I often wondered if maybe she was a closet lesbian, and only kept me around to throw off suspicions of her preferred sexual desires. I didn't care that she might "play for the other team." I often fantasized about her when I masturbated. I thought about her showering with her teammates, soaping each others breasts, stealing kisses when the coach wasn't around, and just reveling in being naked with the other girls . What I wouldn't have given to have showered with her and her teammates. I'd have been more than willing to soap their backs, their fronts, wash their hair, finger their pussies, and even towel them dry when they were ready to get out of the shower. There were also many other things I thought about doing with all of them in the showers, but I don't have that kind of time or space in this story.
My relationship with Kerry started when she invited me to the Sadie Hawkins dance our senior year. In case you've never heard of Sadie Hawkins, it's a dance where the girls take the initiative, and ask the guys to be their dates. The Sadie Hawkins dance can trace its origins back to the 1930s, and the L'il Abner comic strip. The mayor of Dogpatch had a daughter he didn't think was ever going to leave home because she was homely, wasn't married, and wasn't very likely to ever be so. He decreed a footrace between the unmarried guys and gals, with the end result being matrimony. The comic was so popular that it took only a few short years for a variation of the concept to be adopted by high schools and colleges across the country. It's been more than 20 years since I was in high school, so I'm not sure if the Sadie Hawkins traditions are still practiced or not.
Kerry and I went to the dance, held hands, danced really close, kissed a few times on the gymnasium dance floor, and were told more than once what a cute couple we were. Really, I think we WERE a cute couple. We're both short, only about 5'5", and lean of build. Of the two of us, Kerry was definitely the more attractive. The dance was a casual affair, with a hint of hillbilly, so we were both decked out in jeans and flannel shirts. Kerry was also wearing cowboy boots and straw hat. Her flannel shirt was just the right kind of tight to accentuate her firm breasts, and was unbuttoned far enough to show a very tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her jeans were form fitting, and hugged a very nice little ass. I tried fondling her ass during some of the slow dances, like I saw some other guys doing to their dates, but she wasn't having any of that. She reached around to grab my wrists, pulling them up a more modest height on her waist. Hindsight being what it is, I don't really blame her. Getting all worked with up your date is one thing, but looking like you need to get a cheap hotel room is something else entirely. She made a good call, considering where we were. We had a good time at the dance, working our teenaged hormones into a frenzy, and I began to wish for the dance to end so we could go someplace private. She must have read my mind, because she asked if we could leave early. At first I was worried that she wanted me to take her home, but she held onto my hand as we went to get our coats. I took that as a good sign. We climbed into my old Mustang, and she leaned into my shoulder. I would have loved to hold her hand, but the transmission was a manual, and I had to shift gears. I held her hand as much as I was able while driving.
As we left the school parking lot, I asked if she wanted me take her home. She looked at me and smiled. She also reached over to plant a very warm and sensual kiss on my ear. I took that to mean that she didn't want me to take her home right away. We drove outside of town to find ourselves on a country road I knew, and found a deserted area to park. We sat and talked for a little while, reminiscing about the dance, and who did or said this and that, when it began to rain. We weren't bothered by the rain though, because we were in my warm and dry car. Unlike a lot of older cars, my Mustang had cloth instead of vinyl seats, and was quite comfortable. There are times when I really miss that car.