1 First sight

Billy was the only boy I ever thought about. From the time I was 14 he was my boyfriend. We went to St Pius X together from the eighth grade until we graduated from High School. From that time until he got his drivers license we were really "pretend" boy and girl friend because, beyond an occasional smooch here and there, after a movie or a chaperoned school dance, we were rarely alone together. His Mom and Dad, as well as mine, made sure of that.

What I knew of sex would rattle in a thimble and if Billy had an interest or knowledge of it, he never let on.

Once we turned 16, (our birthdays were on successive days) our parents lost a little of the control they had over us as Billy got his license. He was allowed to drive the family car, and eventually his own, to work, and, as long as I lived along the way, he was allowed to stop and see me. I finally talked my Mom into letting us go for little drives on hot summer nights to cool off.

"Tell Billy not to let his parents know I let you get away alone", she would say and smile.

They all had little to worry about because when we did park, we mostly talked. If Billy had any pent up sexual energy, he released it by talking. By that summers end we had gotten into each other's head fully and totally about every aspects of life and what we expected of it, except for sex. I began to think I was obsessed with Billy's seemed ignorance of the subject.

Towards the end of that summer our goodnight kisses began to have a tenor that bordered on necking. I was hoping he and I were both waking up to new horizons.

It wasn't that I wanted to HAVE sex, at least intercourse, but I was curious about it. I was not a big masturbator, but I knew what felt good when I showered and washed. My first real session occurred after a Show and Tell at a slumber party at my girlfriend Kim's house. There were 4 of us sleeping over and we spun a bottle and HAD to tell the truth about the subject on the card we picked, after the bottle landed on us. Megan got

"describe the last sex you had, when you weren't alone". She flushed a beet red, so we all knew she had something to say.

She had dated Jim Beachamp, a senior, since he asked her to the Winter Snowball in December. After 8 months of a sophomore dating a senior, something had to be going on. Megan made us all swear never to whisper a word, and she went into detail of a session at Jim's parent's camp.

A trip to a Mets game in New York actually was a trip to the camp in the Catskills. She described every touch and feel and told us what a wonder a penis was to hold in your hand. I don't know if her story was all true, but she made me wet. It was the first time I ever really got juicy and wanted to touch myself to some finish.