Remembering Carol

It was 1960 and Carol and I were in love. She was the first to let me see the beauty of the female body and explore it completely with both my eyes and hands. The first woman to make me cum with her hands. We had been dating for about a year and I had tried everything I could to get her in bed but had no luck. It was the sixties and teenage girls, except for a very few, would not let you "go all the way".

At the drive-in movie one night after a lot of heavy petting she finally agreed that we could masturbate each other if I did not penetrate her. Back then we didn’t use the term "masturbation". A girl "fingered herself" and a guy "jacked off". She said she would do it because she wanted to see man cum. She had read about it but could not visualize the act. She took me in her hand and started to stroke me, slow at first, then faster and faster. It didn’t take long. I shot all over her hand and down on the car seat. After I got my breath I did just as she asked, I placed two fingers over her mound at the clit and began to rub in a slow circular motions with not a lot of pressure. Suddenly she reached down and grabbed my hand with hers, arched her back and began to moan then she just lay back.

The car we were in that night was a 1957 Chey that my brother and I rode to school. The morning after the drive-in we were on our way to school when my brother pointed to the semen stains I had failed to get off the seat and said "Bet that was fun".

Sadly I cannot say "we went on to do a lot more etc. etc." as some of the stories here do. We never got past masturbation before we moved on to other partners.