Growing up back in the 70s was a great time. I was in my late teenage years (I just turned 18) and had some really good friends. It was also a time when my sexual awaking came about.
Chris was a girl I was friends with but not a girlfriend if you know what I mean. She was pretty in her own way and pretty well built. It not that I didn't want her to be my girlfriend, it just we ran in different crowds and went to different schools, she was also a year older than me. We would talk and were sociable.
She did go to the beach with my family a few times and I got to hold her. I even got to kiss her and feel her up once on the way back from the beach. Dad was driving, mom was in the front seat. Chris and I had the middle seat with a blanket around us. My brothers had the back seat in the station wagon. Those tits were so soft and warm. But nothing came from it.
In high school, I was the school photographer and I was also enrolled in a correspondence photography course. Chris was my model when I needed one. Chris was a few months older than me and she had had several boyfriends by that time. It was during one of my photo shoots that she asked me about my girlfriend. Chris is pretty blunt sometimes. Well the girl wasn't officially a girlfriend yet, but I was hoping.
"So, have you had sex with her yet?" asks Chris out of the blue.
"WHAT, NO!"
"Have you at least kissed her?"
"Chris, this isn't something I want to talk about."
"You haven't even kissed her?"
"Yes, we have kissed, once."
"Did you French kiss her?"
"Chris!"
"You do know how to French Kiss, don't you?"
"Yes..."
"Come here, show me."
"Chris!"
"Come on!"
So I walk over and give it my best. I had never even kissed a girl before. Yes, I lied before. But I was a man and was supposed to be worldly and all. Luckily the porn I had watched had taught me something. Apparently, I did okay as Chris dropped the subject.
The photo shoot that day was a fashion shot. Chris was dressed in a dark blue mild mini skirt, button down light blue button down silk blouse, black high heels. She wasn't wearing stockings as it was late spring. The kiss was on my mind as was my lack of experience so I decided to ask Chris a very personal thing.
"Chris, ah ..."
"What?"
"Well, I was wondering, if ah..."
"Come on spit it out, what do you want to ask me?"
"Oh shit! Never mind."
"Come on, you can ask me. But no, I will not go out with you. I have a boyfriend."
"No that wasn't it."
"What is it then?"
"How do I please a girl? I mean, I want to make sure she is satisfied when we make out. But I don't know what to do."
"What do you mean 'please a girl'?"
"Well, ah, I guess orally."
"I don't know!"
"What do you mean, you don't know. You're a girl. Haven't one of your boyfriends tried to please you yet?"
"No"
"No? It just Wham, Bam, Thank you, mam?"
"I guess. I never thought of it, we just did it"
"Oh..."
There is a long silence as we both think about the conversation and what our feelings were. After a few minutes, Chris comes over to me, takes my hand and we sit down on the sofa. She takes my hand and places it on her leg. We start to make out. After a few kisses, she spreads her legs and I take my queue and move my hand to her panties. Chris spreads her legs more and off we go. Her panties become wet and I'm floating on cloud nine. Taking it one step further my hand goes under the panties and I touch my first pussy ever. It is so wet. My fingers slide up and down and I find the little knob sticking out at the top. As I run my finger over it, Chris jumps and takes a deep breath. This must mean something and I continue to play with the knob. Within a minute, Chris is breathing fast, then her body goes all stiff and her pussy get very, very wet. Then she pushes my hand away and pulls my head down to her pussy.
As I try to remove her panties, she pulls them to the side. They are ripped from her body and she pulls my head to her sopping wet pussy. The smell is something I will never forget. It is more of a feeling then a smell. To this day, I could not explain the smell. But I couldn't be torn away from it either. I wanted to be closer to it, taste it, devour it, and I did. My mouth closed over her clit and my tongue began to circle around her clit. Poor Christ could not breathe. She keep gasping for air. Her legs would go from clamping my head tightly to her to spreading wide as her hands pulled me into her and then tried to push me away. I ran my tongue down her pussy and back up again. Noting when she reacted differently.
Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes I continued to learn what worked on Chris and what didn't. Suddenly, Chris went into a spasm that, well all I can say must have rocked her world. Her body locked up, she arched her back, clamped her legs around my head, her face was flushed and she stopped breathing. This seemed to last for several minutes. Her pussy flooded my mouth with the sweetest tasting nectar I have ever experienced in my young life. After about an hour, well actually only a minute or so, Chris collapsed and I think she passed out. Her legs let go of my head and I was able to back away from her.
After several minutes, Chris got up and left. Just like that. No good bye, no words what so ever. She just left. I cleaned up as best I could. Pulled the roll of film from the camera and went about developing the film for my lesson. The whole time my cock was rock hard. I had material in my mind that would last me for a long time before I fell asleep.
But this story isn't about Chris. It is about her mom. When Chris left she was still recovering from an orgasm that had racked her very soul. Her face was flush, her heart rate hadn't returned to normal, her breathing was still not back to normal.
She walked into her house and ran into her mother. Moms have a great sixth sense and knew something had happened. In addition, she and Chris talked about everything. Almost like best friends. So it was no surprise that Chris told her what happened or at least tried.
Now, I didn't know any of this. While Chris and her mom, Janet, talked, I was in my little studio, reliving the afternoon. I had built a 12 x 16 foot shed in the back of my parent's yard. There was an alleyway that ran behind it and along most of the yards on the block. This little studio was where I took the pictures and develop film and made my prints. It was air conditioned and heated, had a stereo, sofa, hot and cold water. An area for the studio complete with lights and best of all had locks on the doors.
I was just finishing up the developing of the film when there was a knock on the door. I opened the door to see Janet standing there. Janet was about 5 ft. 7, prettier than Chris and she took very good care of her body. I knew for a fact that she worked out almost every day. But having her standing there, I felt I was in for a good tongue lashing.
"Mrs. L, please come in."
"Chris told me what happened."
"Oh, I can explain." I knew I couldn't but what else could I say.
"No, you're not in trouble."
"I'm not?"