It was the summer of 1965 in a small rural town in Pennsylvania. I was solidly eighteen years old; she was just barely eighteen. Neither of us had much sexual experience. I had been with hookers a couple of times, but that was cold and mechanical and hardly qualified as
real
experiences. We were lying on a picnic table at the community park, past midnight, and all alone. We had been making out for hours and we were both pretty hot.
We had started dating earlier that summer and we seemed to hit it off well. I was working during the day at my summer job before returning to school in the fall, but it was a "kid job" and I really didn't make much money. She would be a senior in high school next year. She was tall, thin, and attractive with long, pretty hair. She wore cutoff jean shorts and loose tops that exposed her midriff and her flat, teenaged belly. She didn't know much about sex either, but she knew well that if she got pregnant her future was over. She had seen entirely too many teenage girls leave school to become either unwed mothers or teenage wives with "minimum wage" husbands who could hardly support themselves, let alone a family of three. She was not about to let me enjoy the 'pleasure of her loins' and take a chance that I would leave her a little 'present' that neither of us wanted. In fact, neither of us really wanted to take that chance. It was the 1960's and we were kids, but we weren't necessarily stupid kids.
She liked petting. She enjoyed it when I slid my hand up under her top. Her breasts were small, but she had nipples that seemed almost disproportionate in size. They would get so hard that they would stand right up to greet my touch. She wore cheap bras that fit loosely and that only had one hook. Even with my minimal experience I could pop her bra open with ease. In looking back, I think she liked it that way.
It was immensely exciting! To feel that hook release, knowing that now I would have access to those wonderful little titties with their hard nipples. And I think it was even more exciting that she would allow me to unhook her bra. Then I would slide my hand up under her top and push the loose bra up. My hand would brush those hard nipples, causing her to squirm as her tongue tangled with mine.
This had been a particularly hot session. I had been touching and sucking on those hard little treasures for about half an hour between kisses and position changes. This was the first time that I had unsnapped and unzipped her jean shorts. Occasionally she would let me rub between her legs, but she wouldn't let me put my hand inside her pants until tonight. As we lay kissing, I slid my hand downward into her now open shorts. I moved slowly downward, rubbing widely as I went and fully expecting to be stopped at any time. To my surprise, she didn't stop me and soon I began to feel the damp spot on her cotton panties. My clumsy rubbings had an obvious effect as her hips began to twist and her arms tightened about me. Her breathing was heavier than I had known before. I was almost panicky that I had gone too far and too fast, setting off things beyond my control. But as I began to enjoy my newly discovered control, I moved my hand up and inside her panties.
Her pubic hair was another new experience for me. Her hair was straight, yet here was this thin, extremely curly hair just between her legs. I wasted little time on that puzzle, preferring to move on. Then for the first time, I touched the "Promised Land!" I had seen female genitalia in magazines, but I had never actually touched a woman. She flinched and twisted as my hand covered her completely.
The sense of near panic was renewed!
I have my hand on a PUSSY! A real PUSSY! Now what do I do with it?
I wanted to be careful. I knew that my organ was very sensitive and tender so I figured that hers must be too. I wanted to be careful not to hurt or scratch her, so I just rubbed slowly and softly. She seemed to like that.
