It was summer of 1971. I was 16 years old. Classic hippie chick. Straight auburn hair long enough to sit on, bell bottom jeans sandles or boots and having recently discovered the effect of my big boobs on the guys, usually a halter top or something gauzy. I was a year past "Eww who would ever let a man put his thing in you?" Still a virgin, but beginning to awaken sexually. I could bring myself off effectively, so I knew what an orgasm felt like. But that was a secret, because "good girls" didn't do that. Those too young to remember, don't realize the taboos surrounding sex just that many years ago, those old enough know what I mean.
I had a part-time job at a hospital, but only worked two days a week. So the rest of the time was my own. I was actually quite shy and lacking confidence at that time. People who know me now find that hard to believe.
I first noticed this guy last winter. He was hot. Had a charisma and presence that attracted people to him. He was always surrounded by beautiful young women. Oh, and what a dancer. Then there was the jacket. The height of fashion at the time. Brown fringed leather jacket. I loved to dance, The one place I wasn't shy was the dance floor. My friend Ginny and I went every Wednesday and Saturday night to the VFW dance. She had a boyfriend she would meet there, so I was on my own once we got there, but it gave me someone to get there with.
One Wednesday night in June, I was amazed to have Duane ask me to dance. He told me he had noticed me before, but every time he would try to ask me to dance, someone else would beat him to it. For the first time in my life, I wasn't nervous around a guy. We danced the rest of the evening together. I was feeling that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, and his hard cock against me as we danced, was really exciting.
Soon Duane and I were "going steady". Heavy petting in the back seat of a car, touching every moment we were alone,me stroking his cock, him stroking my tits,his fingers had been in my pussy, but not his cock. It was a magical summer, perpetually hot for each other, but me still afraid to "go all the way". We would both be entering our senior year in September, but Duane was a bit older. He turned 18 in July so had greater employment opportunities then. He got a temp job at the mill where his stepfather worked, filling in for vacations. Duane and his brother Ed bought a car together. When Ed had the car, he would drop Duane off at my house.
I lived in the inner city, Duane lived in the suburbs, so we went to different High Schools. We would talk for hours every afternoon that we couldn't be together. On the weekends we spent every possible moment together. When Duane was at my house, we would go for walks and sneak into the nearby park that closed at sunset.One cool evening in October we went for our usual walk to the park. Duane had the fringed leather jacket on, his cologne, Jade East, combined with the smell of leather, and the smell of Duane filled my senses up and had my heart fluttering with desire for this man. Most of the guys I knew were boys, Duane was a man. He was so patient with me. He had experience, but respected my innocence. He wasn't just looking to get laid like most guys in High School were. I look back now and realize how loving he was towards me. He somehow knew at 18 that what happened to me now would affect my sexuality the rest of my life. We walked to the playground and sat on the swings for a while. Duane stood up and pulled me to my feet. He held me close, his jacket warmer than the one I had worn,and we swayed to some unheard music. We kissed and kissed some more. I felt the now familiar stirrings in my belly, my pussy getting damp with desire. His cock was hard against me, and I could feel his heart pounding. Duane reached inside my jeans, feeling the wetness he had caused. Then he whispered in my ear,"I want to taste you, Baby." I was so naive, I didn't understand what he was talking about. He pulled his fingers from me, licking my juices from them, and then kissed me. "You taste so sweet, Baby. Please will you let me give you a gift?" He smiled and looked into my eyes. "I love you, Sue. Let me give you the greatest pleasure I know how to give." He took off his jacket and laid it down on the slide. He lowered me down on top of it, unzipping my jeans and pulling them off. I was laying on his jacket with nothing on but pink bikini panties from the waist down. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew Duane cared for me and wouldn't hurt me. I also knew his desire was as great as mine. He knelt in front of me, and slid my panties off. Duane kissed me, and said, "Just relax,Love, I will make you feel like you've never felt before. My only pleasure is in giving you pleasure." He began at my calves, stroking and kissing,then a trail of kisses to my knees, front then behind the knee. I could not believe the feeling building in me. Duane then kissed his way up my thighs, very softly grazing my skin with his lips and tongue. I realized he was going to put his mouth "down there" and tried to push him away. Why would he want to do that?I wondered. It was so completely out of my realm of experience to that point, it just seemed perverse. But, he took my hands, kissing and sucking each finger, and reassuring me that it would be wonderful. As he moved further up my legs, I could feel myself being so thoroughly aroused in spite of my fear of the unknown.Duane took his fingers, gently parted my lips and ran his tongue up and down my pussy. His tongue dipped inside me, and I felt such a feeling as I never had before. I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like, but this was a whole new level. Juices were pouring from me and I felt like I lost contact with the earth for a moment. I knew I was making too much noise and fearing we would be caught, I took the sleeve of his coat and held it to my mouth to muffle the sounds I was making. It seemed like hours and yet like a few moments, that Duane continued to bring me this great pleasure, sucking my clit, licking up my juices, his tongue dancing on my lips. I was embarassed at the amount of liquid I felt on my thighs, and his jacket. "Don't be embarssed, Sue. This is a beautiful moment. It was my greatest gift I can give you to introduce you to this feeling." He helped me get dressed again, holding me close,kissing me. He then picked up his jacket, I could see it was soaked. Duane held it to his face, took a deep breath, and said "I'll never have this jacket cleaned again. It smells like the woman I love."
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