My buddy, George, and I had just turned 16. I was the first to get my driver's license. George had a regular girlfriend at the time and he thought it would be fun to go to a drive-in movie. Since I did not have a date, George fixed me up with a friend (and neighbor) of his girlfriend.
We picked up the girls in my dad's Ford LTD station wagon. It was a nice roomy car and was perfect for the drive-in. The movie was stupid, and I cannot even remember what it was. Before long George and his date were making out and petting in the back seat. My date was shy and so was I. She was 15, kind of thin, with a small bust and hips. She was nervous and began smoking which was a total turn off to me. We went through the whole movie listening to George and his date make out, but we did not even hold hands.
After the movie, it was time to take the girls home. George had me drop off him at his date's house for some 'privacy.' I went next door to my date's house to wait until George was satisfied and ready to go home. We sat on the couch in the dark and quiet house. Her folks were home but had gone to bed already. She thanked me for the date and gave me a little kiss. I kissed her back on the lips and suddenly a floodgate of passion opened up for both of us.
We began kissing and petting like crazy. She had on a very short dress with buttons down the front. I managed to unbutton the front and work her bra up so that I could play with her breasts. Her hand wandered over my crotch and lingered on my rock-hard penis. I eventually worked my hand up her thigh to her panties and rubbed gently. She began to moan and writhe against my hand. I carefully inserted a finger into her vagina, not knowing what to expect because it was the first time. She momentarily froze and then whispered, 'I am on my period. I have a tampon in.'
I was clueless and said, 'OK.' I just kept my finger there next to the tampon and wiggled it gently for a while. Her hot soaking wet vagina walls began to contract on my finger. She began to moan and a thin layer of sweat covered her skin. I was kissing her nipple when she came. She arched her back and moaned, then relaxed. I thought she was crying, but she said she was very happy.
My finger was very wet and smelled like a fish market. She let me wash up in the kitchen sink. Then George was tapping at the window leting me know it was time to go.
As we drove away George asked if I got any. I said, 'No, but she did.' My balls were aching and heavy. I did not get any relief until I was at home in my own bed. When I masturbated, my orgasam was almost painful from the build up of tension. Oddly enough there was very little semen ejaculated. I think it had seeped out during the make-out session on the couch.