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Memories Are Made of This

While I was in high school, I was pretty wild. Although I never got into much trouble, I was definitely headed in that direction. I realised I needed to slow down. I met a girl that wasn't into the wild side so much. She was pretty conservative by nature, good family and all. We went together for almost two years and never even came close to having sex. I only touched her nipple once and got my fingers under the elastic of her panties once, just enough to touch her pubic hair before she stopped me. But within the first six months, I found out she liked me to rub her pussy through her pants.

A typical visit in the evening had me watching tv with her and her family for an hour or so. We'd all get some ice cream, and then she and I would go into the living room to 'talk'. Usually, we'd cuddle a bit and start making out within a few minutes. Her mother, brother and father were in the family room, right through the kitchen, and we could hear and see them. Since it was dark where we were, they couldn't see much of what we were doing. Pretty soon, she would slide her rear forward a bit and spread her legs a little. That was my invitation to begin. I'd slide my hand over her thigh, rubbing circles as I moved closer to her crotch, and when I finally moved my hand to her pussy, she would let out a soft moan and jump a bit. Sometimes she would reach down and rub my cock through my jeans too. Since I was pretty inexperienced and was rubbing through her pants, I had no idea what I was rubbing, so I watched for her reaction and it was usually when I put pressure on her clit. After a few minutes, she would be breathing harder, then suddenly clamp her legs together and make me stop. After she recovered from her orgasm, she'd pat me on the shoulder and tell me it's time to go. Needless to say, I'd always have a case of blue balls and jack off immediately when I got home.

One night, after the shoulder pat, she walked me to the door as usual. This time in the foyer, as she kissed me goodnight, I complained that she was getting all the fun and I was hurting. She kissed me deeply and put her hand back down to my cock. She began to rub up and down, squeezing the head a bit as she got to the top. My legs began to shake a bit, and suddenly I came, an unbelievably hard orgasm that curled my toes. I could feel the hot cum in my boxers and had to make her stop her motion, it was too intense. She smiled up at me and yes, then she patted me on the shoulder, and said time to go. I've often wondered over the last 32 years if her husband hated that shoulder pat as much as I did, LOL!


Posted on: 2005-03-26 00:00:00 | Author: