An Old Teen Love
My first love was a man named Richard. I was 14 and he was 18 and he lived in my home town but was now in the Army. He was handsome, gentle, kind, grown up, responsible, had a nice car, knew how to treat me like a lady and he had a little money. He was nothing like the guys my age that were just local boys. They had no idea how to treat a girl with respect. Those boys had no chance with me. Richard would come to my house, come up to the door and introduce himself to my parents, come in and chat with them and then when it was time to go, he would open the doors for me. When he brought me home he would open my doors and walk me to the door.
He was a magical man, with a magical smile. He set the standard for my expectations or perhaps I had already set my standard and he was the first one to step into my world. We always had such great fun, sweet, lovely and romantic times and he was the perfect man to be my first love. We had a lovely and magical relationship.
We dated and our young love was perfect and innocent, even though he was older than I. I don't think he had much more experience than I did though. We dated and we held hands and kissed and yes we made out and yes even had some petting. We loved to go to Ellis Lake and lay in the grass and kiss, wrestle and play. This is a beautiful romantic lake right in the middle of my home town. Two separate lakes and each with its own island. The larger of the two and my favorite has two islands one with a bridge connected that you can get to. It is the most romantic place to be, walk, lie on a blanket or in the grass, hold hands and make out. The other island has a huge fountain shooting water many feet high that has colored lights on it that changes. Our wrestling and playing was an outlet, a way to take liberties and steal touches and rubs all innocently, well somewhat innocently!
Going to the drive in, sitting in the car on the warm summer night, the making out and petting and touching awakened a part of me and my body that I was pretty much unaware of until Richard. When he kissed me my heart would begin to race and my palms would sweat, my nipples would harden and a stirring in my private girl parts that felt like it was pulsating and my panties would get wet. I knew I wanted him to touch me and I craved it and he did and instinctively I knew I wanted more but we didn't take it there...every time stopping before the point of no return, although sometimes barely.
One night at the drive in we went in his VW Van and pulled in sideways. Opened up the side door and laid in the van with pillows and blankets and we kissed and made out and he laid on top of me pressing his hardness into me and we moved all over each other until we both nearly screamed and I didn't know what happened in his pants but I could see they were wet. I can tell you that my panties were drenched. I loved rubbing on his body. So we were sort of innocent or at least trying to remain that way but most difficult when you want something so much. We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up in the wee hours (about 4.00 am) in the morning and everyone had left. I had to tell my parents that we fell asleep and promise and swear to my Mom & Dad that really NOTHING HAPPENED! Well nearly nothing at least not what they were afraid of!
One time as we were making out at the lake, it was dark and late and no one was around. We had taken a blanket to the little island and a picnic basket and ate dinner there, watched the ducks and then lay on the blanket just chatting and laughing and kissing. We began making out and our bodies drew closer and closer, he moved his hand under my blouse and was touching my breasts and nipples and they became hard and it was driving me crazy my want for him and for more, our petting got so hot many times, as we would lay together kissing and happily touching each other, he would move his hands from my breasts and nipples down my tummy sending goose bumps all over my body and electrical charges to my skin then down to my legs and then he slipped his hand between my legs, resting his hand upon my mound. It must have been hot with the heat I felt radiating. I felt myself get very hot and wet. I felt my breathing quicken and my private place pulsate, I held my legs tightly together holding his hand tight. It felt so great I didn't know why or what to do. I just knew that I loved the feeling and I wanted more. He moved his hand over my wet mound and curled his fingers under and felt my wetness. My hips pushed forward on his hand and his hand pushed back. I felt his fingers move inside my panties and when he touched me I swear I sizzled. I pushed harder on his hand. I pressed myself against him. I wanted him so bad and he slid his fingers over my hot wetness and felt his finger moved over and lightly press in. Oh my god I wanted him and I wanted him then and there. He removed his hand and straightened my clothing and his and took deep breaths and then shook his head and then held his head in his hands. He was very upset and I didn't really understand. He told me how badly he wanted me and I explained back to him that was good because I wanted him too. He said NO Stephanie I cannot have you and we cannot do this. You are too young and I need to control this situation but please understand that it is not because I don't want you because I do, baby I do more than you can know but it is my responsibility to stop and to protect you.
So we did not go "All The Way" I know these words and terms are outdated and show my age but that also shows the sweet innocence of the time. He had more resolve than I did to stop things from going further. I think partially because he really was such a great guy and partly because he was 18 and I was 14. He never let things get so out of control again and it wasn't long before the Army took him away and sent him to various places.
We never really broke up but and I saw him a few times when he came home from leave and we would go out on dates and kiss and have a great time but he never let things get out of control. We wrote lots of letters and then I have no idea what happened. I really can't say if I stopped or he stopped writing it was just over!
To be continued........
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