This is an excerpt from a yet to be titled story about the sexual adventures of Jessie, who narrates this story. I thoroughly enjoyed composing this short tale. I hope you enjoy reading it.
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One afternoon I got a call from Holly. She asked if I was interested in a night out to see a play that had just opened at our city's well known theater centre. After the play, she suggested, we'd go for a late supper at our favorite restaurant. I didn't hesitate at all. It was just what I needed to lift my spirits on a cool fall day.
Not five minutes after I hung up the phone, Marie stuck her head though the back door and called my name. She was here, she told me, to see if I wanted to see a play that was on downtown. I told her about Holly's call and she looked a bit disappointed. Without a pause, I said that I would call Holly and suggest that we three go together. She hemmed and hawed a bit, then said "Well, I don't know Holly at all, but sure, why not?" Holly was all for it too, and we were all set for an evening out together.
Well, to put it as politely as possible, the play sucked. Big time! By intermission, half the audience had managed to sneak out. We stuck it out a little longer than some, but by the intermission, we'd had enough and headed for the restaurant and a good meal.
There hadn't been much of an opportunity for Marie and Holly to get acquainted at the theater, but by the time we got to the restaurant and settled in at our table, the two of them were chatting away like old friends. As the first glass of wine was drained, I could see that Marie was completely and utterly smitten with Holly. She was gazing at her all moony-eyed like a schoolgirl in love with her handsome teacher. Holly was more than receptive, of course, and neither of them paid a whole lot of attention to me as they talked. I thought it was funny, interesting and a bit rude, all at the same time.
Our appetizers were delivered by a very cute young waiter, probably a student working his way through college. I wanted to get them involved in the conversation again, so after he had set our plates in front of us, and was out of earshot, I wondered about his sexual prowess, remembering out loud how my boyfriends at that age may not have had great stamina, but were very quick to recover. Marie blushed at my semi-lewd remarks. Holly stated her case for older men who had both stamina and experience, after relating a tale from her teens, of the young man she had dated who became so excited when making out with her that he regularly ejaculated in his underwear. We all laughed about that one, then dug into the terrific food.
As we ate, the wine flowed and the conversation continued. Marie spoke up, a bit of redness in her cheeks, and told us about an experience of hers. "I didn't have a lot of experience with sex as a teenager," she told us. "I was a virgin when I married Chris, but there was one summer that was pretty exciting." She blushed, thinking about what she was about to relate.
"I can't believe I'm telling you about this. Especially you, Holly. We've just met, but there is something about you that makes me want you to know about this."
She continued. "The summer I turned eighteen, my aunt and uncle and cousins from Montreal came to visit us on the farm. We lived in a beautiful area near the Wood River in southern Saskatchewan, and my cousins and I had a wonderful time together, exploring the countryside and swimming in the river. We even snuck bottles of Papa's wine and drank them, sitting in the screened front porch, once the adults went to bed. Joelle was eighteen like me, and Bernard sixteen, and they were the most attractive cousins a girl could ask for. We went to Saturday night dances in town and all of the local boys drooled over Joelle. She would dance with them, but when they asked her to take a walk with them, she turned them down.
One evening after we returned from a dance in town, Joelle and I sat out in the porch and I related to her how one of my classmates, more than slightly drunk, had confessed that he thought he was in love with her and wanted to fuck her. She laughed at the idea, but then asked me if I thought she should do it. I didn't know why, but I realized that I was very jealous of anyone who desired my cousin, and I told her that she shouldn't let any of them do any such thing.
'Would you be jealous of him if I made love to him?' she asked me.
I nodded without saying anything, but she knew what was going on inside my head, and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. I thought I was going to burst with pleasure when she slipped her tongue into my mouth.
She pulled me to my feet and grabbed the blanket off the old couch that we were on and dragged me out onto the lawn behind the house where only the moon provided light. We lay on the lawn kissing for the longest time before we spoke again.
She asked me if I had let any of my boyfriends fuck me, and I told her that I was still a virgin.
'Me, too. I've come close, but I want to save myself for my husband. What about masturbation? Do you make yourself come?'
When I stumbled over my answer, she knew that I had no experience at all.
'Do you want me to show you?' She asked in a serious tone so I'd know she wasn't mocking my inexperience. Well, after an hour of soft wet kisses, I was so rangy I could barely stand it and didn't object at all. She lay back and slid her jeans over her hips and threw them in a bunch on the damp grass. Her panties joined them a few seconds later. Certainly, no one could accuse my cousin of being shy.
'Look,' she said as she spread her legs. 'Have you ever looked at yourself with a mirror?'
