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She was 18, a HS senior on Spring Break. Although I was only 2 years older, by that point I had graduated HS, been to college, enlisted in the service and fought in a war on the other side of the world and had returned to college.

I met her, her mother and grandmother at the beach at the end of a short day of classes. We all laughed, talked and before I knew it we had arranged a date for us that evening. I picked her up at grandma's and off to dinner we went. After ordering she seemed a bit disoriented and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. At the time I never gave it a thought. She returned a while later, we ate, and although I had planned on a movie she asked me to take her back to her grandmother's. Upon arrival she immediately left the room. I talked with the old folks, as they were intrigued by my military service. It was nice during a time when my peers and many others despised Viet Nam veterans. She eventually returned, had changed into a pair of jeans and a simple top. Other than that, she was talkative and seemed happy. We sat on the sofa, talked and eventually kissed well into the night alter the others had gone to bed. I had no classes the following day an we arranged to meet at the beach.

When I arrived, we talked a bit and since she hadn't eaten, decided to go somewhere and get a bite. Her mom and grandma had no objection and told us to enjoy ourselves and we arranged to meet them later before they left for home. After our early brunch I took her to my place. We walked down to show her the beach and went back to my place. We talked and ended up kissing and got myself worked up. In her bikini and cover up, I felt her firm breasts and stroked her thighs, but when my hand moved between her legs she quickly stopped me. I understood and went back to breast play. She admitted she had a boyfriend back home, and I figured that was what had stopped her. That evening we again went out again, ate then went to the movie we had missed the night prior. During the show we kissed and I ran my hand across her thigh with her reciprocating. We drove around and stopped at a quiet area I knew for another make out session. She moaned, groaned, rubbed my thighs and unbuttoned my shirt rubbing my chest. I massaged her thighs, unbuttoned her blouse and enjoyed her lovely pixie breasts.

Since I had a small Opal GT, we took our make out session outdoors and I lifted her onto the hood of my car. Sitting on the wheel well our groins were in close proximity . As we kissed we were grinding on each other. I reached to undo her jeans and she again stopped me. Although it was frustrating I respected her wishes.  Back to her place, talks with oldies...yada, yada, yada.

The following day, Saturday, no, classes, I picked her up in the morning, off to breakfast and spent a little time at the beach, then back to my place. The petting more intense, but still no desired results. Understand, I wasn’t trying to fuck her, but I thought she would enjoy a little fingerplay. By then it was mid afternoon and I suggested I take her home in order for her to spend some time with her family, particularly her grandma who she only saw once a year. She agreed and as we got to the front door she broke into tears. I though I had upset her and she felt I was trying to get rid of her because she wouldn't let me in her pants. It was then she admitted that during dinner that first night she started her period. Not only was she embarrassed, but mortified by admitting it. As she continued to sob harder. I put my arm around her, assuring her there was no reason to be embarrassed. She continued to weep silently in mv arms with her tears falling on my shoulders soaking my shirt. I felt so bad for her. 

At this point, not knowing what to do, I put one arm around her shoulders and with the other I swept her up into my arms and proceeded to walk her through the kitchen, down the hall and into my bedroom. I laid her on the bed, sat beside her and began to comfort her. Softly I kissed her lips and down her neck. Her sobs eased as I untied her cover up, removed it and laid it beside her pillow. Removing her bikini bra, I kissed and with my tongue flicked her hard nipples, my hands enjoying her flesh. Back up to her ears and neck then slowly back down across he belly into her navel, I kissed and licked up and down her body with soft kisses as we both removed her bottoms. She closed her thighs quickly, embarrassed by the telltale string. I continued kissing her thighs and stomach, stroking her calves as her thighs eased open. Not knowing where I was going with this, by instinct I kissed and licked her inner thighs and then her outer lips and finally her clit. My tongue licking her slit and nub. I was totally into her and could sense her enjoyment. On an impulse I took my tongue and twirled the string around it, pulling it taut and with my teeth I bit down slowly slipping her protective dam out and with a flick of my head sent it into the corner of the by the waste basket. I missed the can by several feet haha. The look of complete shock at what I had done was replaced quickly with the look of lust. With very little tongue play, her body tightened and shuddered. I continued to masturbate and lick her sweet pussy. I could see by her quick response she needed this more than I…and that’s saying a lot. I was still fully clothed at this point and when I removed my shirt and shorts, she grabbed me…the rest of the story is redacted to meet the guidelines of the censors.

Days later she left for home. We continued with weekly talks on the phone and then letters. When she asked me to her Senior Prom I declined. She had her life to live as did I…