I was basically an ordinary kid and early teen. I wasn't very athletic so even though I ran cross-country I never got any awards, or the athletic respect of my peers. I got average grades because I always believed that I had only average intelligence and certainly average motivation. I had an average number of friends, both male and female, lived in an average house with average family members. Even my name is ordinary -- Joe Johnson.
No one -- certainly not me or my family members -- would have predicted that an ordinary guy like me would have two epiphanies; but I did.
My first epiphany was when I was fourteen. I was reading an article about what a genius on one hand, and fucked-up mess on the other hand, Bobby Fisher (perhaps the greatest mercurial American chess grandmaster ever) was, and suddenly got interested in chess. While I always believed that I had average intelligence, at least when it came to chess I found that I was actually quite smart -- and intuitive. Plus I read everything that I could get my hands on about chess strategy.
I joined the school chess club. I started competing in local tournaments, first associated with my junior high, then at a summer camp. To make a long story short, by the time that I was eighteen and a senior in High School I was actually very good.
In fact, I was good enough at chess to get a chess scholarship to college. Most people probably don't even know that there are a couple of dozen colleges in the U. S. that offer full chess scholarships. Therefore, even with my only slightly better than average grades (chess did help me in some classes, particularly math), I got a full scholarship to a decent college.
Believe it or not, there are actually "chess groupies" -- at least sort of. My notoriety in my home town for my chess playing actually caused some girls at school, and in nearby communities, to make a point of meeting me. One of these at least semi-groupies lead to my second inspiration/epiphany a few months after my eighteenth birthday.
Her name was Denise. She went to a local Catholic Girls' school. She wasn't particularly good looking -- none of the chess groupies I ever saw were -- but she wasn't bad looking either. In fact, she had very, very, nice legs, which I saw when she competed in a gymnastics meet at the same camp where I taught chess the summer before my senior year. She came on to me at the summer camp, but I never acted upon it until well into the school year.
I ran into Denise several times during the school year in situations that I had to believe were forced. I was contemplating whether or not to act on her attention while at the same time my hormones started surging, and within a matter of what seemed to be only a few weeks -- although it was likely a few months -- my voice got lower, my pubic hair multiplied, and my dick got bigger. In fact, my dick got to be -- wait for it, drum roll -- average size for an adult American male, at least as far as I could determine by research on the Internet.
At an away Saturday speed chess tournament Denise "just happened" to be there. After it was over -- I won, quite easily, I didn't even have to play the last match -- she offered me a ride home. I accepted and told my coach and teammates that I had arrived with that I'd see them Monday.
On the way back Denise's flirting went into high gear, including "innocently" letting her skirt ride up almost to her panties when she drove. Like I said, she had superior-looking legs. I agreed to pick her up at her house that night to go to a movie, and we exchanged a nice kiss just before I exited her car.
As I prepared for my date I contemplated getting my first finger fuck. I had done a decent amount of petting in the past, but never really got close to a finger fuck. I thought that this might be my lucky night.
It was far "luckier" than I thought. When I got to Denise's house she was dressed very provocatively -- more provocatively than I thought appropriate for a movie. That's when I found out that her parents weren't home and wouldn't be for at least four hours. After delivering that little sound bite she approached me and rubbed her crotch against mine as she planted a kiss on my lips. My cock's reaction was instantaneous.
Even though I was a virgin, it was clear that Denise was not. We were soon both undressed with her sitting on her living room couch spread eagle and begging me to push my tongue into her pussy. I had never seen a live pussy before, but comparing it to those on the Internet it looked better than average to me. I started tonguing, then fingering, then both tonguing and fingering, as she directed me to all of the right spots. When she had her first orgasm it was so violent that I thought that I had done something wrong. She assured me that I did not. When she had her second mammoth orgasm I was actually proud of myself. I was even more proud when after her second climax she moaned more than said "Holy shit, Joe, you've got a magic lizard tongue. You could catch flies with that thing!"
Again making a long story short, I fucked Denise doggy style that night, and not knowing that some guys would find it awful, ate her again after fucking her. She tried to suck my dick hard for a second fuck, but despite my enthusiasm I was a one-and-done fucker. We had very enjoyable risqué pillow talk, however, and I found that I loved stroking, kissing, and licking, her toned thighs.
When I left Denise's house three and a half hours after I had arrived she made me promise that we would hook up again, the most eager promise that I ever made in my life.
While Denise assured me that I had satisfied her, with the type of enthusiasm and curiosity that I had only experienced before with chess, I decided that I wanted to become a peerless lover. After all, after Denise (I was sure that this was not a long term relationship) I would be competing with jocks, face men, and guys with eight inch cocks who could get it up four times within two hours, so I had to have some "hook" that would give me a competitive advantage.
Since I had only average sex equipment, just slightly better than average looks in general even though I had started to get better looking as I matured, and since I had been good for only one fuck, I decided that I needed to become an expert at mouth and finger play. Again, I read everything that I could find about oral, fucking positions, and anal, and what really turns most women on.
In my research I also determined that Denise was not exaggerating when she analogized my tongue to a lizard's. The longest human tongue on record, from tip to back, is 3.86 inches, and the widest at the widest point is 3.1 inches. While my tongue had only an ordinary width, the tip was particularly narrow, and it was -- as best I could measure it (that's not something you ask someone else to do) -- between 3.4 and 3.5 inches in length; in other words, world class.
I also found out that there are tongue exercises for strengthening the tongue. The tongue has both intrinsic and extrinsic muscles. The intrinsic muscles are all located within the tongue and can change the tongue's shape. The extrinsic muscle have one end located in the tongue and the other elsewhere in the mouth. Extrinsic muscles move the tongue around in and out of the mouth, such as side to side. I found exercises for both types of muscles.
Not restricting myself to tongue development, I also focused on finger play. I came across something called the "Sicilian corkscrew" that was fairly uncommon but had some hard core devotees. I also came across the "Shocker," also known as two in the gash, one in the trash; two in the fun, one in the bun; two in the slit, one in the shit; and two in the bush, one in the tush. As yet another promising technique I researched the "Spocker," also known as "two for the live long, two for the prosper," obviously the "live long" the pussy and the "prosper" the anus.
I never would have progressed as quickly and as expertly as I did unless I had the willing accomplice/teacher/test dummy named Denise. More often than not, we'd get together once during the week, and twice on weekends, Denise was only too happy to get together with me to test everything that I had book-learned (actually "Internet-learned") and she never complained that we only had sex and never went out, although we did make some public appearances together at a few school dances or awards dinners.
