My first time having sex

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My first time having sexThe time was the fall of 1978. My parents were both deceased in an auto accident and I had dropped out of school and had spent the previous six months clearing out their property, homes and business for the big sell off. I lived in a po-dunk community where ‘outsiders’ were looked at with suspicion and long time residents, fifth or six generation descendants from the original pioneers/49ers were called “Poison Oakers.” My parents were the ‘outsiders’ as they moved into that place, opened a business and became a success. “New Money” was also frounded upon. When I was not busy, I did see old acquaintances from high school. They never left the county as the world came to an end just a few miles from that county’s most visible landmark Table Mountain. Sonora, California is the place where dreams come to die. When I graduated from High School, one half of the class was drunk and six girls were in various stages of pregnancy. Yes, all there was to do was cut down trees, drink and have Biblical relations. Even though it was the mid 1970’s, for a girl to get knocked up with the availability of pills, condoms and the family Planning Clinic, was idiocy, or so I thought. So I would wander around the main drag, see the shops that today, no longer exist. family owned businesses that were pretty specialized. One store sold nothing but paint. Another sold appliances. One still sold radios and televisions.I worked, part time, mostly for the use of the family swimming pool, at the television shop as I loved electronics and televisions were still something one could fix.I saw all my friends, married; some had one k**, others had two or three. we were only three years out of high school. I guess if you are young, the body recovers quicker. A friend of mine was in a serious auto accident, he was going nowhere fast as he spent his time driving a 1960 Corvair around delivering newspapers. But it was a five day a week job and although he was not getting rich, he at least contributed more than the lumberjacks that worked four months out of the year and collected unemployment for the remaining eight, all the while working for cash.My friend did help out his mother around her ranch. Since this guy was a friend, and I had nothing better to do, I went by the house and offered my services. Throwing bales of hay, bahis siteleri feeding horses and scooping up horse crap was not the cleanest job, but this was helping out a friend. This friends Mother helped me when I was lining up funeral arrangements and offered advise as I liquidated, so a couple of hours of hard work seemed to be a good trade.My friend had an older sister, Jill, that came up on weekends to see her brother in the Hospital. In fact, I lied to Hospital staff and said I was his brother so I could see him as he was in Intensive Care. Jill was thankful when she woke up one Saturday morning to see me feeding the horses and scooping crap. She figured her Mother was not doing it since the lawn was immaculately mowed and the stockyards were clean. Jill came out, dressed in her riding gear and asked me, rather wryly if I had been riding the horses?”No, I would not know how to even saddle one up, your brother is a friend and your Mom was more moral support than you can imagine.” “Well,” said Jill, “I can give you a 20 minute lesson, if you want to learn?” “Sure, I’m not into horses, but if you can show me some tricks or what to do, and it will help.”I was shown the ropes on cleaning the hooves, brushing and the basics of putting on a halter, which did come in handy as I was chasing horses from stable to arena the only way I knew how, chasing them. I am sure an experienced horse person would have laughed. Jill and I, even though she was three years older, were friends, mainly through her brother. We were also one mile apart neighbors. Jill said, “You look like you are starving. I know you are not really cooking anything for yourself, so why don’t I pick you up at 6 PM and we go out. I will have visited “Bill” (her brother) and get cleaned up and we can have fun. Get your mind and mine off of things.” I agreed.I did not consider this going out a date, per se. I did put on a nice pair of pants and in an oddity for that county, took a shower and a clean shirt. 6 PM came and I was not waiting by the door for Jill to arrive like a giddy school c***d. Jill let herself in, walked into the front room and was amazed the house was so clear as it was always stuffed with furniture and brick-a-brack. She found me in what served as the office, trying to pour over paperwork, she grabbed my hand and said, bahis şirketleri “Let’s go.” We had a plesant dinner at a family owned eatery that specialized in Italian. We both drank wine. The waiter knew I was u******e, but with a wink and a nod, brought me two glasses throughout the dinner. She mentioned “Two is your limit, I could get fired but I know you and you are not a lush that will tear up the place.” Loosing my Cherry.When it comes to sex and a guy, no one talks about a guy loosing his cherry. It may not be as dramatic as it is for a woman, just the same, a guy the first time he has sex has to be called something more than “loosing your virginity.” Jill drove me home and walked me to the door. As I entered, Jill grabbed my arm and very gently spun me around and put her arms around me. She said, “You have been so nice to my Mom and Bill, the dinner was a little bit of a thank you, but I really want to do more.” With that she gave me a kiss on the lips. She looked into my eyes and said, “Wow, I really feel something.” We embraced and kissed for a few minutes right there on the front porch. I had not expected anything of the evening other than a couple of friends having a dinner.”Let’s go inside,” said Jill. We went in and I mentioned I don’t have much furniture left, just my bed a table and a couple of chairs, “The Real Estate agent said clearing the house would make it easier to sell.” “That’s O.K., the bed is fine,” said Jill We walked toward my bedroom. I figured maybe a make out session. Once Jill entered the door, I could tell this could be it, as she had removed her blouse and was unzipping her pants and taking them off. I followed suite. We lay on the bed and made out. As she lay on me I rubbed her brests over her bra as she was doing the girl on top dry hump. Finally she took off her bra and out popped her “D” cup breasts. As I squeezed them her breathing became harder and deeper. This was about as far as I ever got. Finally, Jill lay down beside me and I slipped off my boxers and she started to jack me off. It was a nice feeling having someone else touch my dick. After a few strokes my load just shot out.”Oh, my,” said Jill, “Well, maybe that was to be expected. I guess you just arn’t like the other guys that will wack off a couple of times in the afternoon before a date to delay illegal bahis the response time.” “I need to get cleaned up. I am going to the bathroom, I’ll be back,” I said. “Well, I’m not going anywhere, the night is still young.” When I returned we started making out again. We lay side by side I explored her body with my fingers. I found her clit (with a little hand on her part) and started rubbing. I could tell she enjoyed that as her breathing started becoming heavier. Jill moved on her back and brought her feet up under her knees and spread her legs so I could get a full shot at rubbing her entire vaginal area.”Why don’t you kiss my clit. If you have never done that or are just too intimidated by it you don’t.” Without a comment I kissed then licked, then started sucking on her clit. Once again, I was getting wonderful responses from her as she started moaning and say stuff like, “Oh, God, that is sooooo good. Just keep it up.
” I did so for several minutes. Jill was not a loud cumer. Just a little gasp and a squeek out of her and she said, “Oh, God, I came. Now, I came her for a fuck, so let’s fuck.” I wish I could say it lasted forever. It did not. Infact I lasted exactly four pumps before I shot my load. I apologized for that. I also mentioned to Jill that I had never had sex before. “Oh my, I popped your cherry. Most girls would get little taken aback by that. Instead, I think I will give you a lesson or two in control.” Jill taught me everything, How to control my ejaculation. When we had sex the following evening, she led me by the hand, so to speak, in the art of love. She was a patient teacher, I was her willing student and she taught well. Her text book was her body. We had several weekends together. I knew this would never last. It was not the age difference, as three years (actually 25 months) was not anything taboo, as we had different directions in life. My parents house soon sold, by that time, Bill’s mother had hired a family (they lived in a trailer on the property and worked in exchange for staying) to do the work that was work for more than one person. I quietly slipped off the universe, pulled up my po-dunk roots and never went back. Somehow, someone from my graduating class found me and I received several invites to class reunions. I acutally went back there once. Thomas Wolf wrote, “You can never go back home.” It is true! Once thriving business, owned by families have been supplanted by antique stores. Oh, the seedy bars still remain, but the highlight of the evening is going to Wal Mart, not cruising Washington Street.

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