Despite watching lots of porn in mags and on video, we all wanted to have fun with a girlfriend. Perpetually frightened of getting a girl pregnant and the girls not wanting to give up all the goodies too early meant that petting was the order of the day. I remember the first girl I managed to masturbate. Shamefully, though I can remember the night, how she looked and how it felt, I can't remember her name. It was a one evening thing and next time I saw her, she was with another boy. It was never a relationship! Anyway I'm sorry I can't remember your name but I remember you in so many other ways and I'll call you Lisa in this piece.
It was a young farmer's disco and I remember she was wearing a white rah rah skirt and a pink v neck top. We'd slow danced and she asked if we could go outside. We left the village hall and went into the back of the park. Lots of kissing and touching her boobs over her top. She was the first to 'go south' and put her hands in my jeans. I sat there amazed, excited and really turned on as she masturbated me. Progress was hampered by the fact that my jeans weren't undone. She didn't try to undo the jeans and I didn't either. We just didn't think that way. Anyway after a while, she was getting tired of doing that and I wanted to return the favour! I put my hands between her legs and rubbed my fingers across the front of her knickers. She seemed to like that so I put my hands inside her knickers and felt my first bush. You never forget your first bush and it's made me a fan for life! I tried to masturbate her but in reality it was feeling her up and fast fingering her. I remember her getting wet which gave me the confidence that it wasn't unpleasant to her!
We never thought of going further, of having sex, of undressing. What we did was a part of life which you knew others had done, and now you'd joined the club! I suspect Lisa had been a member for some time...! Lucky for me! :)
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