NOTE (Some names have been changed to protect the innocent, any similarities between real people and those in this story is probably...true)
Everyone has a firstime story to tell, and mine's not a whole lot different than most, but since Ive read all yours, its time for you to read mine.
I was 17 back in 1979, growing up in a suburb of a major midwestern city, doing thing most guys my age did, going thru school, part time job, a car with air shocks and dual exhuasts, and the great American pasttime, jerking off to Valerie Bertinelli.
Now everyguy will tell you his fave go to chick for these situations,the Brady girls,Farrah Fawcett, the chick from "Good Times", and of course; every MaryJane Rotencrotch that you sat behind in U.S. History class. But Valerie did it for me, those cute cheeks (both pairs) that smile. I cried the day she married that idiot Van Halen (why couldnt she marry someone cool, like one of the guitarists from Judas Preist, or someone from the White Sox??) Valerie popped into my head whenever I needed her, which in those days was all the time. Could of been Valerie washing my car in a bikini, or Valerie handing me a towel after gym class,Valerie patching potholes, it rarely mattered.
Now back in high school I didnt fall into any of the groups like you saw the John Hughes movies. I wasnt a jock(though I did play football for 2 years), no way was I a preppie, not a burnout, a freak, a nerd or any of those. I guess I had started the way I would live my life, a normal lunchbox carrying chapter member of the Northeastern Illinois Hand In Your Pants Society. I got up every morning, did my seven hours at school, had a partime job changing oil on cars, and had a group of buddies that I hung out with. this was probably the reason I didnt date at all in High School. not for a lack of trying, but girls didnt want to go out with the type of guy they were end up marrying, they wanted someone from one of those types.(admit it girls, you know its true LOL).
Anyhewwwww, its was just another May Friday afternoon, I got off work early cuz things were slow, and with rain in the forecast I decided to go to my other job, cutting the grass for Mrs. Hooks. Mrs. Hooks lived on the other side of my block, and her husband had left her 3 years prior, her only son was married and lived out east. I had been cutting her grass since I was 13. She always seemed nice enough,drove a Cutlass Supreme, and more importantly,paid me in cash every Saturday so Id have enough money to put gas in my car and cough up a few bucks for whoever brought the beer to the party my whatever dateless friends and I were having.
Well that Friday as I finished up in her yard, she came home with a trunk full of groceries, which I helped take in (back then guys did that kind of thing). She asked since I always did a good job in her yard if I would like to stay for dinner. I thought about the new Molly Hatchett album my buddy Bob had just got and his newest concoction, Vat69 and rootbeer(always good for to make you puke before you got home), and I said thanks but no thanks, and left for the day. When I got home, my mother asked what time I was going back for dinner, since she had run into Mrs Hooks at the store and thought it was a pretty nice thing for her to do as well. When I said I had declined her invitation cuz I was going out with my pals, I was told otherwise and sent upstairs to shower and change into something other than a AC-DC tshirt.
I knocked on Mrs. Hooks door around 6:30, she answered wearing a sweater and a pair of slacks ( no not every women in these stories comes to the door in a red teddy). She said dinner would be ready in 15-20 minutes so we sat down in the den off the kitchen and talked awhile, she asked about school( did my best to make it sound exciting), college plans (???hell, I had plans for tonight but Mom shoved those in the garbage, why have anything that far down the road set up??), and finally about Me.
When I told her I didnt date much ( MUCH!!! good one ol boy) she seemed surprised and said she figured girls would like a guy like me ( yeah and the reason Im sitting tilted over on your couch is because my black book is so full of names) I told her I tried to get dates and to no avail, she said dont worry, girls will find you someday.
By now dinner was ready, shells and sauce with salad and toasted garlic bread. (very good ,BTW she didnt cook like mom, no offense mom but man cant have pot roast everynight, well except my dad). We talked some more, about she was thinking of taking a job offer her company had in Texas, how she might sell her car( cool),and about her son and his family. I realized she was a pretty nice lady by the time I helped her with the dishes (another thing guys did in those days), and we sat back down in the den. Of course by now most of these stories have the woman ripping the guys clothes off, and well you know... but not here my friend. Then, as she getting ready to ask if I wanted to watch cable (backin those days children, cable was the hot new thing, like twitter today,or coffee for preschoolers) I did the dumbest thing I could have done, I leaned over and kissed her smack in the middle of her mouth, one of those open-mouth backseat at the drive-in kisses everyguy says he does everynight. It probably lasted about 20 seconds, and I think my tongue may or may not of touched hers. When I finally pulled back, she had a faint smile on her face, and I did what you would have all done, I got up and ran out of the house.
I ran home, knowing by now she called home and told my folks I was a sex pervert, and that my mom had called my dad home from bowling and that his belt would be lit up like a lightning bolt as it hit my ass. To my surprise, mom asked me how dinner was? ( good I said) did I thank her? ( well kinda you could say) was I going to Bob's house now? (No I didnt want to get pulled out of there in front of my rootbeer and whiskey smelling friends by my dad as he dragged me home for the mother of all whoopins) I excused myself and went up to my room. Figuring Id have another night alone Valerie and some kleenex.
A funny thing happened, I fell right asleep. Yep no runnin it up the ol flag pole or visions of Ms Bertinelli coming to my work in a Corvette and asking me to adjust her seat cushions with my mouth. Nope I fell right off to sleep and when I woke up, the downtown timber factory was closed for Saturday morning.
Was one kiss all I'd get in my life?
Was I going to have to turn in my membership card to MasterBait and fish club?
Was Mrs. Hook going to pay me when I went back to collect for cutting the grass???.
I knew I had to go over there Saturday after work, even after what I had did. So around 1:00 I pulled up in front of her house and saw her car in the garage. Shaking as I walked up to the door and rang the bell, trying even harder to swallow when she opened the door.
"hello Eric, I didnt know if Id ever see you again", she said as I walked inside. She went to her purse and pulled out some cash and placed it in my hand,(did I pull off the perfect crime???) and turned to the den and asked if I wanted to have a seat (UH OH!!). I said ok and sat next to her on the sofa. Before she even said a word I started to apoligize for what I had done, telling her what I did was wrong, I had no right doing it and that if she wanted to have me arrested id wait for the cops to show up(man did I ramble on).
She started to laugh, "arrested?? for kissing me???, Eric I didnt mind what you did last night. Granted, I am alot older than you, but I knew you were acting out of kindness." (kindness???? wow I did all that??)"It felt good to still know men are attracted to me sweetie, I had some rough times after Mike left me, and then when Steven got married and moved east I was really down, but you changed alot of that for me."
She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, I turned and looked at her, before I could do anything now she had planted her lips on me, by now my jeans were bulging in a way a whole team of Valeries, naked waxing my car couldnt have made me any harder. We sat there, by now she had her arms around me, her tongue in my mouth. When we broke the kiss, I looked at her like some lost puppy dog as she smiled and then moved her hand to my thigh. I thought I was gonna explode in my jeans as she softly rubbed my crotch.
She whispered " this our secret ok?", as she started to unzip my pants, my whities popping through the opening, then she opened them and pulled my cock through, her hand rubbing up and down. My eyes closed as I let her play, but I wasnt ready for what happened next. I almost jumped when I felt her mouth on me, her tongue licking its way up my shaft. I tried to control myself, but just as it seemed I was going to hang on, she put her lips around the tip, and well..I was only 17 (this wasnt like some Hollywood movie) I let go. I moaned like a dog hit by a car as my balls emptied. I couldnt have lasted more than 10 seconds (10 FREAKIN SECONDS!!!!!!!!!!YOU IDIOT GUYS RIDE BULLS LONGER THAN THAT!!!!). As she lifted her head ,she asked me if it felt good. All I good say in my best cooldude Hugh Hefner was
" sure but did I please you????"
"please me???"
she did laugh. albeit a small one, I thought for sure a door would open and all my buddies would spill out, laughing their asses off at me.
"Eric, you read too many Playboys, I kinda knew you wouldnt hold out too long, but I understand, but do you want to know what would please me?" (what going outside and tuning up your car after this???). She kinda fixed my shorts back up, then stood up and took me by the hand. (Shes kickin me out, my one chance and I blew it like a 15 yard field goal). But instead of the door, she turned and we went upstairs. When we got to her room she turned around and kissed me square on the lips (everyguy tastes his own stuff once..dont they???). She slid my shirt off and tossed it aside as she walked me to the bed and hadme sit down. She removed my shoes and socks as I laid back on the bed. She then undid my pants again and pulled everything off. Ol'mr. Johnson had returned from his poor opening act and was on the rise again. I layed there as I watched her start to undress, removing her peasant blouse, then her bra. She undid her jeans and pulled them down, revealing a pair of light blue panties.She motioned for me to come over and take them off. My hands trembled as I pulled them down, as I saw everyguy's promised land for the first time without a fold or a staple through it. She then had me lay back down as she climbed on the bed, then on top of me, taking my cock and soon rubbing it against her some, then slowly pushing herself down as I felt her pussy wrap around me.
She put her hands on my shoulders as we looked into each others eyes. With her on top she controlled the pace, riding up and down onme ever so slow. She took my hands and I started to rub her breasts between my hands, feeling her nipples harden in between my fingers. Every time she got to the top shed pause before slowly going back down, unlike the moments we spent on the couch, my cock had no notion of quitting work early. She started to moan softly as her pace began to pick up, leaning back to caress my balls as she kept going.it didnt take long before we were both grinding into each other, my cock never before feeling like this.
I could tell that I didnt think I could last much longer, but almost as it went through my mind she started to slow down and put her weight on me. We relaxed abit before getting back to a much quicker, heavier push. When she leaned down to kiss me again, I moaned, ( I think Im gonna cummmmm) She smiled at me and whispered (Its fine baby,,, go ahead) As I let out a long slow moan as my balls spilled out, filling her with my juices, mixing with hers.
Our pace kept up for a bit, then slowed down gently, almost like a balloon hitting the ground. She layed on top of me, her feet coupling over mine, her lips kissing my neck.
"Now you pleasured me sweetie", she said as we layed there for awhile.It took me a minute to realize what she meant. My cock softened but she laid there with me still inside. She explained that she hadnt been with a man since her divorce, and that she had'nt trusted alot of people in her life. As she talked her hands rubbed my arms and neck and it didnt take long til I was getting hard again.
We start to rock back and forth her hips lifting off of me, til she laid back down and started to roll over, I found myself on top, her legs wrapped tight around me. I did to her as she had done tome, I started to squeeze her ass as my cock slid back and forth, slow then fast.My cock had never even felt as I had never put a hand to it as her smooth wet walls enveloped my hardness.We kept the same pace for awhile, then id spped up and feel like it was going to explode, then shed slow down. But my young cock had about as much as it could take and shot off like a Texas well. her hips clenching around me as she savored every thrust as we slowed down.I collapsed on top of her, before I knew it I had dozed off.
When I woke up I saw her, dressed, sitting in a chair by the bed. My clothes were assembled on the bed, she told me has much as she wanted to stay here with me, she had a church volunteer function she had to go too. She watched me dress, then walked us downstairs, she kissed me softly "Thanks sweetie, you dont know how much you made feel good again" It took me years to realize what she meant.
The next week when I went to her house I saw a "For Sale" sign, she came out and told me she was taking the job in Houston. She also told me it didnt have anything to do with what we had experienced, but she wanted to start a new life. I kinda guess I knew what she meant.We never went back to bed,though a few nights before she left I took her out to dinner,and afterwards we walked along Lake Michigan in the early dusk, holding hands. One more kiss was all we would share, almost like we were saying we didnt want to spoil what had happened that Saturday afternoon.
We kept in touch for awhile, mostly through her writing to my mom. She met a fireman, and they got married a year later. Me, I didnt get married for about 10 more years, and I was nearly 21 before I would go back to bed with a woman, though I did get to buy her Cutlass Supreme (still own it). But, I never told my beer drinking..penny ante poker playing buddies about that day, even though they filled the basements we hung out in with great tales of sex, (with every girl in class, every girl in Cook County, hell wiith every girl but Valerie Bertinelli, who we had all moved on fromI didnt need another fantasy girl, I just replayed the time I had ). I figured they wouldve thought I made it all up, anyway.(Like any woman that would want me in bed would sell me a cherry Cutlass.)
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