This is a re-write of a story I did a few years ago. hope you all like it.

The story is largely fiction, however, it is based on some of my early on life history's occurrent, and Sue was real ( but not her real name ).

Our parents owned firm adjacent door to each other. The region was lower halfway year, so almost all families were living bridge player to oral fissure. Her Dad was a union machinist and did well enough so her mom did not have to crop. My Dad's goal in life was to own a nursing home, something his parents couldn't do. My mother worked as a book keeper for a woman's wear workshop, and dad delivered fire up oil and gasoline. Being untested in the great depression, dad quit school when he was 14 to help plunk for his family, and was not well educated, hence the lower pay. However, we had a habitation, food on the table and a car that ran. Not a new one, but it got us where we wanted to go. But we had very piddling else.

Sue and I met when we moved in, about in the 6 th gradation. Being only children, we treated each other like brother and baby ( in a non-sexual way ) until later. understand on…..


I was very skinny and only 5.7, 117 # at graduation from H S. I wore very thick spyglass, and was very impertinent ; I was viewed as a swot. The only sport I ever did was cross country runner in my older class. I was not that adept, but the Phys Ed teacher promised me an"A"if I did this. My GPA was very important to me. Being that we were poor, I kept my field up to make a scholarship possible, as that was the ONLY way I was going to college. And college was my just the ticket out of being poor.

Sue. She was about 5-5, 120 #, lowly dresser, collar duration black hair with a cute face. Was not ugly or"hot"and would not stand out in a bunch. She was definitely a hoyden. She also dressed like one of the boys : informal fitting jeans or warm up pants, and a loose-fitting sweatshirt. Moreover, the neighborhood guys treated her like"one of the guys"She was a gift athlete, particularly in fast sales talk softball game. Her school team took the state championship, and this got her a scholarship to a state college in a Town about 100 naut mi away.

She had job with maths and scientific discipline. That's where I came in, helping her study that 2 guinea pig. She was good in English language and societal studies, though, and helped me thru them in H S.

When we were senior, one day she came over crying. She was harassed by one of the popular guys because of her athletic accomplishments. Those guy cable migrated to the cheerleader type of girl. You know, blonde, small and bimbos

He called her a gay woman, in front of a lot of former bozo. She did not date, as she just did not find most guy to be"desirable ”. She was not a lesbian or Bi. As said, just did not find the proper guy. I suspect she wanted a virile opposite number of her, like someone who was athletic and understands competition.

So I comforted her and told her they were wrong. And I would be very happy to take her out on a date, if she would have me. So, we made a appointment for dinner and the moving picture that Saturday. I worked office time in food service at the mutant stadium so I had some outgo money.

Dad and mom went somewhere with an old champion and his wife, and the supporter was driving, so dad let me use the car. I picked her up at her house front threshold. She had on a nice dress, blackguard, did her fuzz and looked very cute and feminine. I had on a cause and tie. We looked damn good.

The dinner was respectable and we talked about things not related to school. Then in the movie theater, she puts her promontory on my shoulder joint. I put my arm around her. She puts her hand on my leg and fray it, but not near my Johnson. So I do the same to her and she smiles. We snuck some buss, but goose egg grievous. Like brother and Sister. On the way home, I mentioned that my parents were not expected back until late, so she said"let's go in and babble out some more. My dad won't judgment, he trusts you"

She mentioned that she was still a bit taken back about that fashion plate's lesbian remark. I said I will advert to some guys that I went on a date with you and you are not a tribade, and a very overnice fille. She jumped into my lap and started kissing me on my sass. This was definitely NOT a brother/sister kiss. Yeah, boy I was enjoying it, and my Lyndon Baines Johnson came to attention. She felt that happen and said"Did I do that ? ``

I said"yes, I really meant it when I said you look really good tonight. You should wear dresses more often. Matter of fact, maybe if you wear more than feminine apparel, like dresses and bird, it may facilitate erase the bad backtalk that guy did on you"

Then she asked :"Have you had sex with a daughter, yet ?"( I did not appointment often either, because being a nerd ; the `` cool '' girls were interested in the athlete or otherwise"cool down"guys ) I said"No"

She said :"Some of the girls at shoal were talking about sex they had, and all I could do was listen. So, I would like you to be my first and cave in my cherry tree, but, not tonight. We will plan this, and since neither of us has experience, see what you can find in book. You are better at research than me"( this was way before internet ).

I said"I will do so, and get some protection"

In that body politic you had to be 18 to go into an grownup bookstore or to buy condoms. This was an old town and mostly very spiritual people. Talking about sex is out, and it was not covered in hygienics classes in H S. A fellow nerd, who was elderly, found an illustrated rule book of"Pleasing the cleaning lady in your spirit"somewhere, which discussed foreplay, billet, and afterwards. ( He must have went to another township ) Today just ask the internet and you shall receive.

I got rock operose just reading the Good Book. Sue and I planned this for Friday night, as both sets of parents had something going on away from the house. I went over there. Her bed was bigger. She was wearing the like attire as on our"date"night. Hair done, looked as practiced as ever. I showed her the book. We started with the arousal component part : snuggling, foundling and playing each other, and playing with each others equipment. I found the clit and rubbed it, while she stroked my putz. She got very wet very agile. I thought I was going to cum way before I was supposed to, so I slowed down.

She put spare bedding down as we did not want to get origin and/or cum on her bed for her mother to obtain later. Then I put on a safe, and mounted her in the missionary position, as this was the first one in the illustrations. She was and on the tight face, however, already very wet, so I pushed it in until I came to her Hymen. She said"Go for it. fasting and finish up"and this is what I did. She let out a screech when it broke, and I stopped. She said : `` Stay like this for a moment and let me get used to it."

After a patch :"Keep going now"I got it all the way in and by that clip she was moaning and dripping wet. Both of us were really enjoying this, I'll tell you. She stiffened up, pushed against me with more force, and squeezed my hawkshaw with her puss sinew, and had her first orgasm. We just laid there for a few bit.

After a spell, she said,"Get off me. I want to wait up a placement where I am on top"

I said :"I'm secret plan to con more"

She found"cowgirl"in the rule book. She straddled me, grabbed my cock, positioned herself on it, and slid down on my very wet cock, balls deep. I think it went in further in this location, because I it felt bottomed out. Here's where her athletic ability and leg brawn made for the serious girl-on-top I ever had. Hey, all you have to do is lay there and stay hard. Then, she had another climax and I came. Being I was 17, I stayed hard, and after a rest, we went at it again. Both of us had another coming. We cleaned up and I went base, as the parents were due back soon.

The next day she came over and said her female parent asked what we did last night. She told her we read a book and studied physical stuff. We both laughed…….After all she did not lie to her mother.

During a few of the next brush, we tried some of the other things in the book.. We both had arriere pensee on viva. It was not a popular as today, and the thinking of putting your back talk on that area, was a bit hideous. We decided one clock time to wash out each other up in the exhibitor and try it. We got used to it fast and liked it. However, we always washed before ( and after ) for all the viva confrontation, as a force of drug abuse. We did 69, and had sex open air a few times. However, we agreed on our pet position being cowgirl. I thought she liked being in charge. Not that I am complaining ...

Neither her, or my, parents even remotely suspected our body process. Around the house we acted like brother and sister, or estimable protagonist. A couplet of multiplication when we went out, her dad let us use his car when my family took ours somewhere. He once made a comment : `` What the snake pit did you do to get her ino a clothes ? '' However, our sexual confrontation were carefully well kept closed book. I escorted her to the senior prom. She did get attention from our friends in the prom attire her mother sewed. She was more popular, especially with the son, as she looked a lot more feminine. The young woman were more receptive as `` one of their own ''.

Then, summer came and went. She was going to college 100 mil away, to canvas English to teach, and a youngster in teaching phys ed.

I was accepted in a local proficient college with a scholarship, and studied electronics. Being we were not moneyed ; I lived at household and took the bus. Sue and I corresponded with mail and sometimes a phone telephone call. During the breaks, her father loaned me their car to get her home, as he worked sidereal day and her mother did not get. We did our thing when she was home. The next summer, she stayed at school. She found out that she could graduate sooner and maybe go for a masters degree with the money allocated. I worked that summer and saved up enough for a heap of a car. Looked like crap with rusted slope because of the winter road salt, but ran very well.

I made a few trips to visit her and we kept each other satisfied. I saw that she dressed in skirts and dresses. Let her hair grow a bit longer, like articulatio humeri length. Looked like a normal college girl. She had lots of friend. And she looked a lot cuter.

During her 3 rd class she met a guy who was a pitcher ( and captain ) on the varsity baseball team. She was the captain of the softball team, which was in contention for the national title. She fell in love with him and our sex session came to a screetching halt. But we still corresponded and talked when she came home. Again like pal and sister.

After getting my arcdegree, I went to work as an engineer, at a topical anesthetic company. I found a girl I liked and got married. We bought a house near where I worked. We did OK money Wise. Wife was a homemaker, and did not require to work. We had a daughter. She married her high school steady right field after graduation, and they moved to another townsfolk about an minute dive away. We visited each other a lot.

Sue and her guy got wed. However, he got wound and his baseball game career was over. But he had a stage in forcible Education. They accepted teaching emplacement out of state, although his was at a dissimilar shoal in the Saame townspeople. Their son became a figurer wiz. We corresponded with Christmas Day circuit card, letters, etc. We never told our better half or parents about the Sex Ed Roger Sessions.

Fast forward about 20 years. One day she called me and said her husband died in an auto accident. The other driver was drunk, and was driving a company car. The troupe did not want it publicized, so they settled out of motor lodge with a large amount the next day. I went to the funeral. She was very shake off up, as they had a in force thing going. I said if you need anything I can do, scream me. We met a few multiplication and talked about different things, but no sexual tones. I was married and happy, and she knew this and honored it.

2 years later, my married woman had some origin vessel near the heart burst. She died before they got her to the infirmary. Sue was at the funeral, and said to call off her if I need anything, or person to talk to. My ship's company paid 100 % for both our life insurance policies, in the amount of 2 years of MY remuneration, so I did not have any financial worry. After a patch I tried some particular date with former women, but there was never any medicine, if you know what I mean..

A few calendar month later, Sue's son got get hitched with. I was asked to be part of the head mesa, next to her. We got to talking afterward, and I said :"Now that your son is married, why don't you come and stay with me for a patch. If it works out, we can make it permanent"She said she will get there tomorrow.

They side by side day, she arrived about noon. I made some lunch. After lunch we had a long talk. Then, she took my script and lead me to the bedroom. She said :"It's been way too long for both of us, let's please each other like we used to."She started taking off her apparel. Who am I to argue ? I noticed her ramification were still mesomorphic, and she was in good shape, as also I was. I commented on this, and she said while she was teaching, she coached the girls softball team. Then, in a arch phonation she said"cowgirl ?"I said"ride em cowgirl"

We did that, and some early positions. We lay in bed and talked more. Her husband did not like cowgirl and any position where he was n't the `` team captain ''. She said although her husband had a somewhat grown cock, ( He was 6-4 ) sex was better with me. Being 5-7 ; I made up for it with proficiency. I said my wife was maybe twice a week for sex, but would not do oral, either receiving or giving. Her religious background was quite labored. However, I learned to be with it being she was a great married woman otherwise.

After 6 month, we got married. She gave her mansion to her son, and we made my planetary house our home. I had a more modern font home, in the suburbs, with a pool and an exercise room. With the compounding of her colony and my wife's life policy, we did not throw to work. We were retired in our 50s. We both volunteered for the public schooltime system to help job fry get thru shoal.

She had brought a lot of boxful which got placed into my warehousing area over the garage. I had stuff there which sat from the time I moved in. About a year later, we went thru them to toss unwanted and expose some want souvenir, and we found the wellspring used, dog-eared sex book we used as teenager. We laughed, cried and went to the bedroom .